HERES to the home that was never, never ours!
Toast it full and fairly when the winter lowers.
Speak ye low, my merry men, sitting at your ease;
Harken to the homeless Drift in the roaring seas!
Heres to the life we shall never live on earth!
Cut for us awry, awry ages ere the birth.
Set the teeth and meet it well, wind upon the shore;
Like a lion, in the face look the Nevermore!
Heres to the love we were never let to win!
What of that? a many shells have a pearl within;
Some are mated with the gold in the light of day;
Some are buried fathoms deep, in the seas away.
Heres to the selves we shall never, never be!
Were the drift of the world and the tangle of the sea.
Its far beyond the Pleiad, its out beyond the sun
Where the rootless shall be rooted when the wander-year is done!
Song of the Driftweed
written byJessie Mackay
© Jessie Mackay