The Sky-ship

by Frank Dempster Sherman

In the soft wind that blows,
Yon cloud-ship of the sky
Spreads a white sail and throws
A shadow where I lie.

And with my dream is blent
A breath of spice and gums
Out of the Orient,
Betraying whence she comes.

Unto a land remote
To fill its rich bazaars
Sails this Arabian boat
Amid the island stars,

And in yon harbor calm
Of Heaven's ocean blue,
Empties her freight of balm
The twilight's fragrant dew!