Each day I see the long ships coming into port <br />and the people crowding to their rail, glad of the shore: <br />because to have been alone with the sea and not to have known <br />of anything happening in any crowded way, <br />and to have heard no other voice than the crooning sea's <br />has charmed away the old rancours, and the great winds <br />have search'd and swept their hearts of the old irksome thoughts: <br />so, to their freshen'd gaze, each land smiles a good home. <br />Why envy I, seeing them made gay to greet the shore? <br />Surely I do not foolishly desire to go <br />hither and thither upon the earth and grow weary <br />with seeing many lands and peoples and the sea: <br />but if I might, some day, landing I reck not where <br />have heart to find a welcome and perchance a rest, <br />I would spread the sail to any wandering wind of the air <br />this night, when waves are hard and rain blots out the land.<br /><br />Christopher John Brennan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/each-day-i-see-the-long-ships-coming-into-port/
