"Some time at eve, when my spirit is low,I may slip my moorings and sail away
Thru purple shadows that faintly trail
O'er the ebbing tide of the unknown sea;
Where the ripple of waters tell a tale
Of a lonely voyager who sailed away
To mystic isles, where at anchor lay
The craft of those who had sailed before
O'er the unknown sea to the unknown shore."
Read at Arthur Vernet Kent's funeral.
