When a ship with sails comes sailing, sailing,
I know what giants bred it, by
Its keel, wave-curved like its Father, Ocean
It sails, cloud-white like its Mother Sky.
And if sea and sail be only my dreaming
As here on an inland plain I lie,
All of the soul of them, dazzle and motion
Are known to me, for I know the Sky.
May Williams Ward
(Atlanta: The Bozart Press. 1929)