<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=336667" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Passer-by</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,<br>Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,<br>That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding,<br>Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest?<br>Ah! soon, when Winter has all our vales opprest,<br>When skies are cold and misty, and hail is hurling,<br>Wilt thoù glìde on the blue Pacific, or rest<br>In a summer haven asleep, thy white sails furling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I there before thee, in the country that well thou knowest,<br>Already arrived am inhaling the odorous air:<br>I watch thee enter unerringly where thou goest,<br>And anchor queen of the strange shipping there,<br>Thy sails for awnings spread, thy masts bare:<br>Nor is aught from the foaming reef to the snow-capp'd grandest<br>Peak, that is over the feathery palms, more fair<br>Than thou, so upright, so stately and still thou standest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet, O splendid ship, unhail'd and nameless,<br>I know not if, aiming a fancy, I rightly divine<br>That thou hast a purpose joyful, a courage blameless,<br>Thy port assured in a happier land than mine.<br>But for all I have given thee, beauty enough is thine,<br>As thou, aslant with trim tackle and shrouding,<br>From the proud nostril curve of a prow's line<br>In the offing scatterest foam, thy white sails crowding.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Bridges">Robert Bridges</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=336667" data-title="A Passer-by de Robert Bridges" data-description="Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,/Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,/That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding,/Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest?/Ah! soon, when Winter has all our vales opprest,/When ski..."></div> </div> </div>

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