Here you will find the Poem The Ghost Ship. of poet Robert Crawford
Behold her on the silent sea, Yon vessel like a spirit there! Moved in a dream's reality, As if she trod the air. None can tell from what creek or bay She sailed out, or by night or day; They watch her like a vision gone Over the sea's oblivion. And, lo! she fades a spectre thin, Part of the moonlight and the sea; As if the waves and stars met in A moment's phantasy! Or is it they stand hushed apart And listen to her breathing heart, As if the ghostly pulses stirred To the voice of a faery bird. A bird that chaunts somewhere between The waters and the starry skies A mystic song of what has been Seen not of human eyes Since when the world grew into birth, And the white Moon enamoured Earth: And she as in a vision gone Moves to the music on ? and on.
