Sea Gypsy, by Richard Hovey

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.

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