DRIFTING down the Harbour, <br />Stars on high, <br />Lovers of the surface, <br />You and I, <br />Let us never pry and wonder <br />At the things that lie thereunder. <br />Underneath the surface <br />Silver-fair, <br />Let us never question <br />What lies there; <br />Lest we lose, like some robbed miser, <br />All our treasure, growing wiser. <br />Lo, it has the beauty <br />Of a flower! <br />Is it not sufficient <br />For the hour <br />Just to drift as mists are drifted, <br />Depths unplumbed and veils unlifted? <br />Where's the flawless jewel, <br />Stainless breast? <br />Where's the Love that answers <br />Every test? <br />Where's the past that's altogether <br />Cloudless as this radiant weather? <br />Drifting down the Harbour <br />On the tide, <br />Careless of all knowledge, <br />Let us glide, <br />Heedless of what Life discovers, <br />Save that you and I are lovers.<br /><br />Roderic Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-to-drift/
