Good-bye, Bermuda

I have said good-bye to many, and shall say good-bye to more;
And some have leave to follow, who may best have gone before.

On the high seas of illusion, what though visions go aground,
Dreams be reported missing, or a hope or two be drowned!

There are heavens to be entered in a region just beyond,
Always ready to spread open at the wafting of a wand.

Faith is somewhere still abiding, and the courage of the past
Is a banner yet that flutters from a bent and battered mast.

Ships are building, ships are sinking; sailors still are signing on
For a voyage to the islands and the fabled ports of dawn.

One of them is called Bermuda, where a ship's way is the moon's,
Anchor down and reefing canvas, riding on the blue lagoons.
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