Explore "The Harbour Heart" by Ruth Collie on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The heart is like a quiet port expecting ships each day. The spirit / is the armoured fort that guards the ocean way. For, sometimes, on / the sea of life there rides an evil ship. The crew belongs to / Captain Strife, who shows a bitter lip. Dead Hopes and Fears and / shattered Dreams, his cargo in the hold; above his ship a vulture / screams, the wind blows keen and cold. Then Coastguard Spirit calls / with zest, "Oh, heart of mine, beware, let not this vessel come to / rest, 'twill bring you black despair. " One day, when lovely is the / sky, a ship sails into view. Its banner, Courage, floats on high, / and joyous is the crew. 'Tis Captain Youth with dreams of yore, how / gently he doth speak. Oh, gallant ship, pull into shore, my heart's / the port you seek.