Море море...

Где море, там свобода... простор... сила...жизнь...радость...

Francis Bret Harte

The Two Ships

As I stand by the cross on the lone mountain`s crest,
Looking over the ultimate sea,
In the gloom of the mountain a ship lies at rest,
And one sails away from the lea:
One spreads its white wings on a far-reaching track,
With pennant and sheet flowing free;
One hides in the shadow with sails laid aback,—
The ship that is waiting for me!

But lo! in the distance the clouds break away,
The Gate`s glowing portals I see;
And I hear from the outgoing ship in the bay
The song of the sailors in glee.
So I think of the luminous footprints that bore
The comfort o`er dark Galilee,
And wait for the signal to go to the shore,
To the ship that is waiting for me.