"Wreck and stray and castaway."--SWINBURNE. <br /> <br /> Once more adrift. <br />O'er dappling sea and broad lagoon, <br />O'er frowning cliff and yellow dune, <br />The long, warm lights of afternoon <br /> Like jewel dustings sift. <br /> <br /> Once more awake. <br />I dreamed an hour of port and quay, <br />Of anchorage not meant for me; <br />The sea, the sea, the hungry sea <br /> Came rolling up the break. <br /> <br /> Once more afloat. <br />The billows on my moorings press't, <br />They drove me from my moment's rest, <br />And now a portless sea I breast, <br /> And shelterless my boat. <br /> <br /> Once more away. <br />The harbour lights are growing dim, <br />The shore is but a purple rim, <br />The sea outstretches grey and grim. <br /> Away, away, away! <br /> <br /> Once more at sea, <br />The old, old sea I used to sail, <br />The battling tide, the blowing gale, <br />The waves with ceaseless under-wail <br /> The life that used to be.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mariner/
