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    Ships in Harbour
    Ships in Harbour
    Ships in Harbour
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    Ships in Harbour

    By W. Jeffrey Tatum

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    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 27, 2013
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      Ships in Harbour - W. Jeffrey Tatum

      The Project Gutenberg eBook of Ships in Harbour, by David Morton

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with

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      Title: Ships in Harbour

      Author: David Morton

      Release Date: February 9, 2009 [eBook #28043]

      Language: English

      Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1

      ***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SHIPS IN HARBOUR***

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      and listed at the end. All other inconsistencies are as in the original.

      SHIPS IN HARBOUR

      BY

      DAVID MORTON

      G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS

      NEW YORK AND LONDON

      The Knickerbocker Press

      1921

      Copyright, 1921

      by

      G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS

      Printed in the United States of America

      To

      T. B. M.

      AND

      M. W. M.

      This Book is Affectionately Dedicated

      For the privilege of reprinting some of the poems included in this book, the author's thanks are due to The Bookman, The Century, The New York Evening Post, Harper's Magazine, Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, The Designer, The Nation, The New York Sun, Collier's Weekly, Good Housekeeping, The Bellman, Contemporary Verse, Everybody's Magazine, The Smart Set, Ainslee's, The Sonnet, McCall's Magazine, The Touchstone Magazine, The Forum, and The Lyric.

      CONTENTS

      SHIPS IN HARBOUR

      WOODEN SHIPS

      They are remembering forests where they grew,—

      The midnight quiet, and the giant dance;

      And all the murmuring summers that they knew

      Are haunting still their altered circumstance.

      Leaves they have lost, and robins in the nest,

      Tug of the goodly earth denied to ships,

      These, and the rooted certainties, and rest,—

      To gain a watery girdle at the hips.

      Only the wind that follows ever aft,

      They greet not as a stranger on their ways;

      But this old friend, with whom they drank and laughed,

      Sits in the stern and talks of other days

      When they had held high bacchanalias still,

      Or dreamed among the stars on some tall hill.

      OCTOBER DAY-MOON

      Loosed from her secret moorings,

      The thin and silver moon,

      Floats wide above these oceans

      Of yellow afternoon,—

      Who slipped her fragile cables,

      And blew to sea too soon.

      She bears no

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