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Alfred Noyes - The People`s Fleet
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OUT of her darkened fishing-ports they go,
A fleet of little ships, whose every name —
Daffodil, Sea-lark, Rose and Surf and Snow,
Bums in this blackness like an altar-flame;

Out of her past they sail, three thousand strong,
The people`s fleet that never knew its worth,
And every name is a broken phrase of song
To some remembered loveliness on earth.

There`s Barbara Cowie, Comely Bank and May,
Christened, at home, in worlds of dawn and dew :
There`s Ruth and Kindly Light and Robin Gray,
With Mispah. (May that simple prayer come true!)

Out of old England`s inmost heart they sail,
A fleet of memories that can never fail.
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