This minor poem by Richard Hovey is one of my favorite verses. Better known for his Arthurian writings, and his translations of Maeterlinck, Richard Hovey died in NYC in 1900 – he was only 35 years old.
The Sea Gypsy
I am fevered with the sunset,
I am fretful with the bay,
For the wander-thirst is on me
And my soul is in Cathay.
There’s a schooner in the offing,
With her topsails shot with fire,
And my heart has gone aboard her
For the Islands of Desire.
I must forth again to-morrow!
With the sunset I must be
Hull down on the trail of rapture
In the wonder of the sea.
Knit-Write 