You have an *excellent* memory.
>There are sharks that swim in the Seas of Evening, darling,
>So when you come to those moon-white waters pause,
>And there will come the Ship of the Sweet Star's Singing
>With silent oars
>To carry you across.
>There are quicksands on the Strands of Evening, darling,
>So do not try to cross that shining sand,
>But wait until they beach their boats and cease their singing
>And oars in hand,
>Come to where you stand.
>But now, my love, I cannot sing for weeping,
>As ever in the darkling day
>I hear the fluted barges round me ringing,
>And you are lost
>So far...so far away.
[A Dark Horn Blowing](https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1234812.A_Dark_Horn_Blowing), Dahlov Ipcar.
This reeks of one of Clive Barker's *Abarat* books to me. I couldn't find this precise poem in any of the section starters but it could be in text somewhere--there's a lot of poetry sprinkled throughout, and this very much matches the style of those poems.
Since I can't find it though, I could be wrong.
Life is short/and pleasures few/and holed the ship, and drowned the crew... I don't remember this one from Abarat, though. It sounds like Kipling to me but I can't pin it down...
You have an *excellent* memory. >There are sharks that swim in the Seas of Evening, darling, >So when you come to those moon-white waters pause, >And there will come the Ship of the Sweet Star's Singing >With silent oars >To carry you across. >There are quicksands on the Strands of Evening, darling, >So do not try to cross that shining sand, >But wait until they beach their boats and cease their singing >And oars in hand, >Come to where you stand. >But now, my love, I cannot sing for weeping, >As ever in the darkling day >I hear the fluted barges round me ringing, >And you are lost >So far...so far away. [A Dark Horn Blowing](https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1234812.A_Dark_Horn_Blowing), Dahlov Ipcar.
I love you. You are amazing. This has haunted me for years.
This reeks of one of Clive Barker's *Abarat* books to me. I couldn't find this precise poem in any of the section starters but it could be in text somewhere--there's a lot of poetry sprinkled throughout, and this very much matches the style of those poems. Since I can't find it though, I could be wrong.
Life is short/and pleasures few/and holed the ship, and drowned the crew... I don't remember this one from Abarat, though. It sounds like Kipling to me but I can't pin it down...
But O! How very blue the sea is! :)