Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Where Lies the Land?Arthur Hugh Clough (18191861)
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Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know.
And where the land she travels from? Away,
Far, far behind, is all that they can say.
Linked arm in arm, how pleasant here to pace!
Or, o’er the stern reclining, watch below
The foaming wake far widening as we go.
How proud a thing to fight with wind and wave!
The dripping sailor on the reeling mast
Exults to bear, and scorns to wish it past.
Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know.
And where the land she travels from? Away
Far, far behind, is all that they can say.