Flower Boat, The

Robert Frost

The Fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn  
Under the hand of the village barber,  
And here in the angle of house and barn  
His deep-sea dory has found a harbor.  
  
At anchor she rides the sunny sod 
As full to the gunnel with flowers a-growing  
As ever she turned her home with cod  
From Georges Bank when winds were blowing.  
  
And I know from that Elysian freight  
She will brave but once more the Atlantic weather, 
When dory and fisherman sail by fate  
To seek for the Happy Isles together.

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