THE FLOWER BOAT

By Robert Frost

THE FISHERMAN’S swapping a yarn for a yarn

Under the hand of the village barber,

And here in the angle of house and barn

His deep-sea dory has found a harbor.

At anchor she rides the sunny sod

As full to the gunnel with flowers a-growing

As ever she turned her home with cod

From George’s Bank when winds were blowing.

And I know from that Elysian freight

She will brave but once more the Atlantic weather,

When dory and fisherman sail by fate

To seek for the Happy Isles together.