Behold her on the silent sea, <br />Yon vessel like a spirit there! <br />Moved in a dream's reality, <br />As if she trod the air. <br />None can tell from what creek or bay <br />She sailed out, or by night or day; <br />They watch her like a vision gone <br />Over the sea's oblivion. <br />And, lo! she fades a spectre thin, <br />Part of the moonlight and the sea; <br />As if the waves and stars met in <br />A moment's phantasy! <br />Or is it they stand hushed apart <br />And listen to her breathing heart, <br />As if the ghostly pulses stirred <br />To the voice of a faery bird. <br />A bird that chaunts somewhere between <br />The waters and the starry skies <br />A mystic song of what has been <br />Seen not of human eyes <br />Since when the world grew into birth, <br />And the white Moon enamoured Earth: <br />And she as in a vision gone <br />Moves to the music on — and on.<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ghost-ship-2/
