- Date Of Birth: September 12, 1954
- Date Of Death: November 1, 2017
- State: Florida
Some time at Eve when the tide is low
I shall slip my moorings and sail away,
With no response to a friendly hail
Of kindred craft in the busy bay,
In the silent hush of the twilight pale,
When the night swoops down to embrace the day
And the voices call in the water’s flow;
Sometime at Eve When the water is low,
I shall slip my moorings and sail away.
Through purple shadows
That darkly trail o’er the ebbing tide of the unknown sea,
I shall fare me away with a dip of the sail
And a ripple of water to tell the tale
Of a lonely voyager sailing away
To mystic isles
Where at anchor lay
The craft of those who had sailed before
O’er the Unknown Sea
To the Useen Shore.
A few who watched me sail away
Will miss my craft from the busy bay;
Some friendly barks that were anchored near,
Some loving souls that my heart held dear,
In silent sorrow will drop a tear.
But I shall have peacefully furled my sail
In mooring sheltered from the storm and gale
And greeted friends who had sailed before
O’er the Unknown Sea
To the Unseen Shore.
– Elizabeth Clark Hardy
