A Ship, an Isle, A Sickle Moon

A ship, and isle, a sickle moon –
With few but with how splendid stars
The mirrors of the sea are strewn
Between their silver bars !

* * *

An isle beside an isle she lay,
The pale ship anchored in the bay,
While in the young moon’s port of gold
A star-ship – as the mirrors told –
Put forth its great and lonely light
To the unreflecting Ocean, Night.
And still, a ship upon her seas,
The isle and the island cypresses
Went sailing on without a gale :
And still there moved the moon so pale,
A crescent ship without a sail !

James Elroy Flecker

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