Youth and Time
ONCE as a boy I dreamed Where wider waters gleamed Of ships below The slowly gathering western stars, The last of sunset in their lofty spars And great winds urging to a harbor shown On charts of long ago And solitary oceans then unknown. The islands of their quest, Deep in the mystic west, I too would find And wed the daughter of a king. Almost I heard the distant cordage sing And saw the silvern light of that far foam, Born of a sea and wind That called me outward from my boyhood home. All that was long ago. How, hazardless, I know— Who knew not then How far the tides of Time would lead- That dream and mystery were mine indeed And mine the loss or victories of Chance. Seaward I gaze again And know that boyhood was the true romance.
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