| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | At Sea | | By Lucia (White) Jennison (“Owen Innsley”) (1850– ) |
| | | WHAT lies beyond the far horizon’s rim? | |
| Ah! could our ship but reach and anchor there, | |
| What wondrous scenes, what visions bright and fair | |
| Would meet the eyes that gazed across the brim! | |
| But though we crowd the canvas on and trim | 5 |
| Our bark with skill, the proud waves seem to bear | |
| No nearer to that goal, and everywhere | |
| Stretches an endless circle wide and dim. | |
| So do we dream, treading the narrow path | |
| Of life, between the bounds of day and night, | 10 |
| To-morrow turns this page so often conned: | |
| But when to-morrow cometh, lo! it hath | |
| The limits of to-day, and in its light | |
| Still lies far off the unknown heaven beyond. | | | | |
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