  I remember yet a window Looking out across the sea, Where I used to sit in childhood, In the days that used to be; And the crimson glow of sunset Fell along the dark'ning bay, As I watched the great ships sailing Far away at close of day. Then my heart would fill with wonder As they passed across the foam. To what countries were they sailing— Would they ever more come home? Were there hearts on board them aching, For the loved ones left on shore? Then the golden sunset hid them, And I saw the ships no more! I remember, too, a window, Looking out across a lawn, Where I oft at break of morning Watched the first red gleam of dawn; And I saw those great ships sailing, All the pain and peril o'er, Through the golden gates of morning, Into harbour, safe once more! And it seems, now I no longer Am the child I used to be, Like the lives of men and women Were those ships upon the sea. For the golden years have taught me, As with joy and care they pass'd, There is Dawn beyond the sunset, And a Harbour fair, at last! Clifton Bingham. |
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