half-seems

Updated: May 22, 2025

From the dimmed sky and long grey waste of waters, Lo, one lone sail on all the lonely sea A moment blooms to whiteness like a lily, As sudden fades, is gone, yet half-seems still to be; And you, though that last time so strange and stilly, Though you are dead, will you not come to me?

William Lyon Phelps - The Advance of English Poetry in the Twentieth Century