My Brigantine

My brigantine !
Just in thy mould and beauteous in thy form,
Gentle in roll and buoyant on the surge,
Light as the sea-fowl rocking in the storm,
In breeze and gale thy onward course we urge,
My water-queen !

Lady of mine !
More light and swift than thou none thread the sea,
With surer keel or steadier on its path ;
We brave each waste of ocean-mystery
And laugh to hear the howling tempest's wrath,
For we are thine !
My brigantine !

Trust to the mystic power that points thy way,
Trust to the eye that pierces from afar,
Trust the red meteors that around thee play,
And, fearless, trust the Sea-Green Lady's Star,
Thou bark divine !