Category: Poetry

How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own…

This life’s dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.”

We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.

ALL I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked the other way, And saw three islands in a bay.