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Ships that Pass in the Night
My tearful eyes my soul’s deep hurt are glassing; For I would hail and check that ship of ships. I stretch my hands imploring, cry aloud, My voice falls dead a foot from mine own lips, And but its ghost doth reach that vessel, passing, passing.
O Earth, O Sky, O Ocean, both surpassing, O heart of mine, O soul that dreads the dark! Is there no hope for me? Is there no way That I may sight and check that speeding bark Which out of sight and sound is passing, passing?
…………………………… “Ships that Pass in the Night” By Paul Laurence Dunbar Read by Brian Harrison Directed by Walter Evans Copyright Georgia Regents University 2013 All rights reserved