Here you will find the Poem Just To Drift of poet Roderic Quinn
DRIFTING down the Harbour, Stars on high, Lovers of the surface, You and I, Let us never pry and wonder At the things that lie thereunder. Underneath the surface Silver-fair, Let us never question What lies there; Lest we lose, like some robbed miser, All our treasure, growing wiser. Lo, it has the beauty Of a flower! Is it not sufficient For the hour Just to drift as mists are drifted, Depths unplumbed and veils unlifted? Where's the flawless jewel, Stainless breast? Where's the Love that answers Every test? Where's the past that's altogether Cloudless as this radiant weather? Drifting down the Harbour On the tide, Careless of all knowledge, Let us glide, Heedless of what Life discovers, Save that you and I are lovers.