The ship’s in the offing and the wind’s in the rigging;
In the glistening beam of the sun,
I gaze from my porthole and gaze at the tide-waves,
As the vessel sails on, so bold, so young.

I lean o’er the rail, and my heart is soft and tender,
To where the sea’s kiss meets the shore -
For the ship’s going with her crew to the distant splendour,
As she whirls from the harbour, and leaves us no more.

• John Masefield