Why do I see these empty boats, sailing on airy seas?
One haunted me the whole night long, swaying with every breeze,
Returning always near the eaves, or by the skylight glass:
There it will wait me many weeks, and then, at last, will pass.
Each soul is haunted by a ship in which that soul might ride
And climb the glorious mysteries of Heaven’s silent tide
In voyages that change the very metes and bounds of Fate –
O empty boats, we all refuse, that by our windows wait!
The Empty Boats
Analysis, meaning and summary of Vachel Lindsay's poem The Empty Boats
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