Classic Poem

Her heart is a red ship of dreams
With love and beauty in its hold.
Its scuppers run with wine; its seams
Are calked with ruddy sunset gold.

A rosy barque of rosy dreams
Full to the hatches with its freight,
It floats adown unearthly streams,
Careless of tides of Time and Fate.

Her heart is a red ship of dreams
Drifting upon enchanted seas;
Led to and fro by wandering gleams;
Blown hither, thither by the breeze.

Her heart is a red ship of dreams
With moonlight on its sails and spars,
And all its rosy rigging seems
A trellis for the climbing stars.

Her heart is a black hulk of dreams;
Gone are the crimson and the gold;
It lies upon its broken beams,
With corpses floating in its hold.