Sometimes at Eve the tide is low
I shall slip my moorings and sail away
With no response to a friendly hail
In the silent hush of the twilight pale
When the night stoops down to embrace the day
And the voices call in the water's flow
Sometimes at a eve when the water is low
I shall slip my moorings and sail away.
Through purple shadows
That darkly trail o'er the ebbing tide
And the Unknown Sea.
And a ripple of waters' to tell the tale
Of lonely voyager sailing away
To mystic isles where at anchor lay
The craft of those had sailed before
O'er the Unknown Sea to the Unknown Shore.
A few who watched me sail away
Will miss my craft from the busy bay
Some friendly barques were anchored near
Some loving souls my heart hold dear
In silent sorrow will drop a tear
But I shall have peacefully furled my sail
In moorings sheltered from storm and gale
And greeted friends who sailed before
O'er the Unknown Sea to the Unknown Shore
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