Softly falls the Winter snow,
'Round about the ship to blow
Blow and wander, bright and slow
Where never more men dare to go.
Whence was she borne this ship afar?
And bringing in her prow a star?
The ship, the ship so ghostly gray,
From home she wandered far away
And to this shore, so men do say,
She came at last and came to stay.
Stay? Why here? Her misty shroud
Captures the wind and sings aloud.
This song, we know, was heard before
Upon the distant, hither shore
Wherefrom she came to nevermore
Return, this song in faith she bore.
What voice sang first this windy tune?
'Tis like a lonely, sighing moon.
Whispering lights shift like the fey
And murm'ring in her shrouds so gray
We hear the answer softly play
Upon the ropes that split and fray.
That answer to where the song was found:
“In caverns hidden underground.”
What caverns were they? A ship to enclose
“Caverns with gardens of lily and rose.”
Gardens underground? “No man now knows
How flowers may grow where no sun goes.”
If but to learn of the ship her tale
And why she wanders now 'lone and pale.
Yet her speech is of wind and blows about
In riddles and twists of words. Whence out
Of breath she falls silent, the rising shout
Of her stillness rendered. Of words her drought.
We cannot understand her rhyme
And swiftly, now, closes her time.
She turns her prow to sail along,
The shoreline here. Her murm'ring song
Whispers through bows. We follow along
And wonder e'er more what brought her wrong.
Wrong, yes, to bring her here and strand,
Her lost near shores of foreign land.
She glides beside the shoreline white
And whispers of wonders in the night.
Her hull gleams silver and bitter-bright
Shines the star in her prow as through the night
She sails away, yet this we know,
She will return, when falls the snow.
Farewell! We call, and she replies,
In tongue to make the foolish wise,
“Farewell, and blessed be your skies.”
A mistiness o’er-clouds our eyes.
Ah, ship so dear, though you must go,
Return, when falls the Winter snow.
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OOooooooooooooh the spectacular wonder here truly shines through! The imagery paints the scene perfectly. Additionally, your rhyme and meter slams the poem home, perfectly formulated and just rolling off the tongue!
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