C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
Julia C. R. Dorr (18251913)
Sealed Orders
“O
The wind is blowing free,
And overhead the white sails spread
As we go out to sea.”
Or ever a word he spake;—
“With orders sealed my sails I set—
Due east my course I take.”—
“This only do I know,—
That I must sail due eastward
Whatever wind may blow.”
“O captain, tell me true,
When will our good ship come to port?”—
“I cannot answer you!”—
Let us but drift awhile!
The current setteth southward
Past many a sunny isle,
And groves of feathery palm,
And nightingales sing all night long
To roses breathing balm.”—
“This only do I know,—
That I must sail due eastward
Whatever winds may blow!”
Into the whirlwind’s track;
Wild was the tempest overhead,
The sea was strewn with wrack.
Thou’rt rushing on to death!”
But back he answer shouted,
With unabated breath:—
For this one thing I know,—
That I must sail due eastward
However winds may blow!”—
Thy port is but a dream,
And never on the horizon’s rim
Will its fair turrets gleam.”
And slowly answered he,
The while his keen glance widened
Over the lonely sea:—
This only thing I know,—
That I must sail due eastward
Whatever winds may blow!”