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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.

The Yacht

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,

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.

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.