The Unknown Shore Sometime at Eve when the tide is low I shall slip my moorings and sail away With no response to a friendly hail In the silent hush of the twilight pale When the night stoops down to embrace the day And the voices call in the water’s flow. Sometime at Eve when the water is low I shall slip my moorings and sail away. Through purple shadows That darkly trail o’er the ebbing tide And the Unknown Sea, And a ripple of waters to tell the tale Of a lonely voyager sailing away To mystic isles Where at anchor lay The craft of those who had sailed before O’er the Unknown Sea to the Unknown Shore. A few who watched me sail away Will miss my craft from the busy bay Some friendly barques were anchored near Some loving souls my heart held dear In silent sorrow will drop a tear But I shall have peacefully furled my sail In mooring sheltered from the storm and gale And greeted friends who had sailed before O’er the Unknown Sea To the Unknown Shore. Elizabeth Clark Hardy (1794 - 1854)