Classic Poem

Ever the light in the window—the light that flared over the foam;
And ever the faith of a woman: “The ship's coming home—coming home!”

Ever the rose in the garden, when the wild larks were winging the loam;
And ever the faith of a woman: “The ship's coming home—coming home!”

In dreams, the brave call of the captains, from over the storm and the foam:
“Keep bright the love-light in the harbor! The ship's coming home—coming home!”

Ever the beat of the billows—the stars in the blue of the dome;
And the wind that is waving the willows: “The ship's coming home—coming home!”

And the weird, far call of the captains, and the toss of the turbulent foam;
And the voice of the faith of a woman: “The ship's coming home—coming home!”