| Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922. | | | | The Yacht | | By Walter Savage Landor (1775–1864) |
| | | THE VESSEL that rests here at last | |
| Had once stout ribs and topping mast, | |
| And, whate’er wind there might prevail, | |
| Was ready for a row or sail. | |
| It now lies idle on its side, | 5 |
| Forgetful o’er the stream to glide. | |
| And yet there have been days of yore, | |
| When pretty maids their posies bore | |
| To crown its prow, its deck to trim, | |
| And freighted a whole world of whim. | 10 |
| A thousand stories it could tell,— | |
| But it loves secrecy too well.— | |
| Come closer, my sweet girl, pray do! | |
| There may be still one left for you. | | | | |
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