A ship from Valparaiso came
And in the Bay her sails were furled;
She brought the wonder of her name,
And tidings from a sunnier world.
O you must voyage far if you
Would sail away from gloom and wet,
And see beneath the Andes blue
Our white, umbrageous city set.
But I was young and would not go;
For I believed when I was young
That somehow life in time would show
All that was ever said or sung.
Over the golden pools of sleep
She went long since with gilded spars;
Into the night-empurpled deep,
And traced her legend on the stars.
But she will come for me once more,
And I shall see the city set,
The mountainous, Pacific shore --
By God, I half believe it yet!