Through the Porthole
When I went to bed at night,
Then my porthole was a frame:
If I watched a little while,
I would find that pictures came.
Once I saw the mast-head light
Of a far-off passing ship:
On the rolling, splashing sea
I could see it rise and dip.
In the great dark sky above
Stars were scattered everywhere,
Ships, I thought, were just like stars
As I lay and watched them there.
For a world is every star
In a heaven of its own:
Every ship a little world
Out upon the sea alone.
Then my porthole was a frame:
If I watched a little while,
I would find that pictures came.
Once I saw the mast-head light
Of a far-off passing ship:
On the rolling, splashing sea
I could see it rise and dip.
In the great dark sky above
Stars were scattered everywhere,
Ships, I thought, were just like stars
As I lay and watched them there.
For a world is every star
In a heaven of its own:
Every ship a little world
Out upon the sea alone.
Reviews
No reviews yet.