HERE’S to the home that was never, never ours! <br />Toast it full and fairly when the winter lowers. <br />Speak ye low, my merry men, sitting at your ease; <br />Harken to the homeless Drift in the roaring seas! <br /> <br />Here’s to the life we shall never live on earth! <br />Cut for us awry, awry ages ere the birth. <br />Set the teeth and meet it well, wind upon the shore; <br />Like a lion, in the face look the Nevermore! <br /> <br />Here’s to the love we were never let to win! <br />What of that? a many shells have a pearl within; <br />Some are mated with the gold in the light of day; <br />Some are buried fathoms deep, in the seas away. <br /> <br />Here’s to the selves we shall never, never be! <br />We’re the drift of the world and the tangle of the sea. <br />It’s far beyond the Pleiad, it’s out beyond the sun <br />Where the rootless shall be rooted when the wander-year is done!<br /><br />Jessie Mackay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-of-the-driftweed/
