A Ship, an isle, a sickle moon- <br />With few but with how splendid stars <br />The mirrors of the sea are strewn <br />Between their silver bars! <br />An isle beside an isle she lay, <br />The pale ship anchored in the bay, <br />While in the young moon's port of gold <br />A star-ship-as the mirrors told- <br />Put forth its great and lonely light <br />to the unreflecting Ocean, Night. <br />And still, a ship upon her seas, <br />The isle and the island cypresses <br />Went sailing on without the gale: <br />And still there moved the moon so pale, <br />A crescent ship without a sail!<br /><br />James Elroy Flecker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-ship-an-isle-a-sickle-moon/
