Far inland, where the sea, <br />Throughout the day, <br />Lives but in memory- <br />From twilight gray <br />As foamless tides of sleep <br />Their heights attain- <br />Back to the distant deep <br />I drift again; <br /> <br /> <br />And, as of old, a boy <br />Seem I to be, <br />With Innocence and Joy <br />Afloat with me, <br />Till, all too soon, the star <br />Of Morn appears, <br />And on the slumber-bar <br />We part in tears.<br /><br />John Bannister Tabb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-voyager/
