Saturday, May 14, 2011

SOMETIME AT EVE




SOMETIME AT EVE

Sometime at eve when the tide is low,
I shall slip my mooring and sail away
With no response to the friendly hail
Of kindred craft in the busy bay.
In the silent hush of the twilight pale
When the night stoops down to embrace the day
And the voices call in the water’s flow….
Sometime at eve when the tide is low
I shall slip my mooring and sail away.

Through the purpling shadows that darkly trail
O’er the ebbing tide of the Unknown Sea,
I shall fare me away, with a dip of sail
And ripple of waters to tell the tale
Of a lonely voyager, sailing away
To the Mystic Isles where at anchor lay
The crafts of those who have sailed before
O’er the Unknown Sea to the Unseen Shore.

A few who have watched me sail away
Will miss my craft from the busy bay;
Some friendly barques that were anchored near,
Some loving souls that my heart held dear,
In silent sorrow will drop a tear—
But I shall have peacefully furled my sail
In moorings sheltered from storm or gale
And greeted the friends who have sailed before
O’er the Unknown Sea to the Unseen Shore.

Elizabeth Clark Hardy

This is not my work, but that of Elizabeth Clark Hardy and is a piece I used at my Father's funeral and also that of my friend John.

2 comments:

Tiili said...

That is a lovely piece of writing and would be interested in more of her work

Tiili said...

At her funeral services on September 8, 1929, her eulogy included the following quote:
“The world will move on, the memory of this noble woman will grow dim with the passing years, but …those who have known her…will live better through the years. …that is why I do not want to say we have paid the last tribute to the departed, for I feel, if we do not, some later generation will sometime bring fuller tribute to her goodness and her genius.”