The People's Fleet
Out of her darkened fishing-ports they go, A fleet of little ships, whose every name-- Daffodil, Sea-lark, Rose and Surf and Snow, Burns in this blackness like an altar-flame; Out of her past they sail, three thousand strong, The people's fleet that never knew its worth, And every name is a broken phrase of song To some remembered loveliness on earth. There's Barbara Cowie, Comely Bank and May, Christened, at home, in worlds of dawn and dew: There's Ruth and Kindly Light and Robin Gray With Mizpah. (May that simple prayer come true!) Out of old England's inmost heart they sail, A fleet of memories that can never fail.
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