"Sailing and ropes"

…sail and rope - a floating marquee We wait for the Wind but it has slipped away At last my dry lips move and I start to pray Oh Lord…

Becalmed upon the equatorial seas, A ship of gold lay on a sea of fire; Each sail and rope and spar, as in desire, Mutely…

…of hope and sees A future where she sets her sail and rope against the open breeze She doesn't know…