Quote#Nature
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding
Quote byRobert Bridges · 1844–1930
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Shorter Poems (1879-1893), Bk. II, No. 2, A Passer-By, st. 1 (1879)..
English (original)
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West, That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding, Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest?
— Robert Bridges
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