Whether my bark went down at sea

Whether my bark went down at sea,
Whether she met with gales,
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails;

 

By what mystic mooring
She is held to-day, —
This is the errand of the eye
Out upon the bay.

 

*****

 

Czy ma barka zatonęła w morzu,
Czy wichury napotkała,
Czy do jakichś wysp zaczarowanych
Korne żagle skierowała;

 

Jakie cumy mistyczne
Dzisiaj ją trzymają —
To zadanie dla oka
Tam, nad zatoką.

First print Life poem XXIV, 24
Johnson poem 52 | Franklin poem 33

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