Where lies the land to which the ship would go? Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know. And where the land she travels from? Away, Far, far behind, is all that they can say.
On sunny noons upon the deck's smooth face, Link'd arm in arm, how pleasant here to pace; Or, o'er the stern reclining, watch below The foaming wake far widening as we go.
On stormy nights when wild north-westers rave, How proud a thing to fight with wind and wave! The dripping sailor on the reeling mast Exults to bear, and scorns to wish it past.
Where lies the land to which the ship would go? Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know. And where the land she travels from? Away, Far, far behind, is all that they can say.
by Arthur Hugh Clough (1819-1861). He visited Greece and Turkey. He apparently derived inspiration for "Where Lies the Land to Which the Ship Would Go?" from his sea voyages and from an 1806 poem by William Wordsworth.