The sky ship
M. Lang
In the soft wind that blows,
You cloudship of the sky
Spreads a white sail and throws
A shadow where I lie.
And with my dreams is blent
A breath of spice and gums
Out of the Orient,
Betraying whence she comes.
Unto a land remote
To fill its rich bazaars
Sails this Arabian boat
Amid the island stars.
And in yon harbor calm,
Of Heaven's ocean blue;
Empties her freight of balm
The twilight's fragrant dew!