Row till the land dip 'neath <br />The sea from view. <br />Row till a land peep up, <br />A home for you. <br /> <br />Row till the mast sing songs <br />Welcome and sweet. <br />Row till the waves, out-stripped, <br />Give up dead beat. <br /> <br />Row till the sea-nymphs rise <br />To ask you why <br />Rowing you tarry not <br />To hear them sigh. <br /> <br />Row till the stars grow bright <br />Like certain eyes. <br />Row till the noon be high <br />As hopes you prize. <br /> <br />Row till you harbour in <br />All longing's port. <br />Row till you find all things <br />For which you sought.<br /><br />Thomas Sturge Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rowers-chant/
