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!