The Harbors of England, A Poem by John Ruskin
21 November 2012 | Germantown, Md. Not very close to the harbors of England here
I posted it..John Wrote it
The Harbors of England;
Of all things, living or lifeless, upon this strange earth, there is but one which, having reached the mid-term of appointed human endurance on it, I still regard with unmitigated amazement.
I know, indeed, that all around me is wonderful, but I cannot answer it with wonder: a dark veil, with the foolish words, NATURE OF THINGS, upon it, casts its deadening folds between me and their dazzling strangeness.
Flowers open, and stars rise, and it seems to me they could have done no less. The mystery of distant mountain-blue only makes me reflect that the earth is of necessity mountainous;--the sea-wave breaks at my feet, and I do not see how it should have remained unbroken.
But one object there is still, which I never pass without the renewed wonder of childhood, and that is the bow of a Boat.
The Harbors of England by John Ruskin
It must be time to sail....