Beyond the blue rim of the world, <br />Washed round with languid-lapsing seas, <br />Where the Wind's wings were ever furled <br />The Ancients dreamed Hesperides. <br /> <br />Ship after ship each age sent forth <br />To find the Islands of the Blest; <br />The loosed winds drove them south and north, <br />But west they weathered, ever west. <br /> <br />Sky after sky they dropped behind, <br />These mighty-handed, bearded men, <br />Till, seeking what they could not find, <br />They rounded upward, home again. <br /> <br />A desultory waif of time <br />Flying adventure from my mast, <br />'Twas thus I voyaged every clime <br />To come back to myself at last!<br /><br />Harry Kemp<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hesperides-3/
