Written Autumn 1858, bound into Fascicle 3. Ah, the daily adventures of the mind and soul –
Whether my bark went down at sea –
Whether she met with gales –
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails –
By what mystic mooring
She is held today –
This is the errand of the eye
Out opon the Bay.
And, with practice, the eye becomes sharper, quicker. And the bark becomes increasingly resilient.
Sail bravely –
Written in summer of 1858, age 27. This is a battle cry, an exhortation, motivation to push on even through the darkest of storms. Enjoy –
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
And night is coming down!
Will no one guide a little boat
Unto the nearest town?
So sailors say – on yesterday –
Just as the dusk was brown
One little boat gave up it’s strife
And gurgled down and down.
So angels say – on yesterday –
Just as the dawn was red
One little boat – o’erspent with gales –
Retrimmed it’s masts – redecked it’s sails –
And shot – exultant on!
Allow this to remind you of how brave and strong you are. Resilient. Powerful. Graceful.
In solidarity –