The Spike or Victoria University College Review
There is a sea no man hath ever seen,
A Silent sea, from out whose silent shore
Doth drift the wreck of all that man has been
Until, at length, 'tis lost for evermore
And to the bosom of Oblivion borne.
But yet for ever on that sunless sea
Must drift the shattered hopes for which men mourn,
Longing for what was fated not to be.
Oh! that some storm might sink each ghostly barque,
Laden with long-lost hopes and phantom fears,
And unfulfilled desires, and leave no mark
Upon the waters deep, save what endears
Us to the past-the joy of bygone bliss—
Of Love's sweet hours—the memories of a Kiss.