Lovely verse
IN THE obituary column of the Observer last week I read the following beautiful verse:
Some time at eve when the tide is low,
I shall slip my moorings and sail away.
And greet the friends who have sailed before
O'er the unknown sea, to the unknown shore.
I wonder if any readers could tell me the origin and the writer of this poem.
Elizabeth French,
Worcester Close, Bognor Regis