At_Last

Let Sail G.F.E. McGuiness

Helen of the thousand ships Launched as well the poet’s lips Of duty voiced as manly fate To cherish one's own mate. Trimmed to story teller's wind Jibs impelled through evil's sin. On minstrel’s watch of ancient shores That landfall yet endures. Oh, Caitlin of my dreamless eyes, Whose dashing spawned ten thousand lies, Unberthed, these hands hoist but an axe Void of ships to bring you back.

I dip my pen in duty's blood Shipborne it's raging flood.

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