Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

Dream-Ships

I set my dream-ships floating
Upon the tides of sleep.
Beneath whose moving waters
Unfathomed currents creep;

And one was made of roses
With flowering mast and spars,
And one was made of music,
And one was made of stars:

One was all joy and sorrow
Made from my own heart-strings,
And one was like a cradle
With sails like angels' wings.

O little ships that wander
All lonely on the deep,
And only come to haven
Upon the tides of sleep.

1. Spring-Dawn
2. When You Say
3. Sonnets. 1. Man Cannot Be a Sophist to His Heart
4. Sonnet (About the house go terrible winds in flight)
5. Revolt

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