Classic Poem

A SHIP of mist sails out of a cloud,
Out of a cloud at the sunrise time;
The glint of the dawn is on sail and shroud,
The glint of the dawn of the sunrise clime.
Into the blue from the harbor gray,
Into the blue of the living day,
Into the vast she sails away.

Ahoy, lone sailor, what of the voyage?
" I've neither chart nor bearing, friend! "

A ship of mist sails into a cloud,
Into a cloud at the sunset time;
The shade of the dusk is on sail and shroud,
The shade of the dusk of the sunset clime.
Into the gloom with the dying light,
Into the gloom of the endless night,
Into the vast she sails from sight.

Ahoy, lone sailor, what of the voyage?
" I'm past the care of caring, friend! "