“On this wondrous sea” (4) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]

On this wondrous sea
Sailing silently,
Ho! Pilot, ho!
Knowest thou the shore
Where no breakers roar --
Where the storm is o'er?

In the peaceful west
Many the sails at rest --
The anchors fast --
Thither I pilot thee --
Land Ho! Eternity!
Ashore at last!

The Doldrums [Ruba’i]

Back in the days of wooden sailing ships
some unsaid words could never grace the lips:
the "calms," or "doldrums," signed apocalypse. 
Better storm than lull end one's life of trips.