The Poetry Corner

The Liner

By John Le Gay Brereton

The foamy waves are swishing As patiently we thud, But O the wave of wishing That surges in my blood! Along the oceans rim, now, With never-ceasing song, I wish that I could swim now And shove the boat along. My heart is crying, tireless, The word it has to say. What need have we of wireless Who know a better way? The slow craft plunges norward And welters on the blue: My thoughts are floating forward And swooping home to you. Your magic love is tingling In every vein of me, And you and I are mingling In spite of rolling sea. Yet O that I could borrow That albatrosss flight! To-morrow, Love, to-morrow Is our supreme delight.