Forty-four goes voyaging at home,
On a journey deep into her heart.
Rest assured she does not go alone,
Though none who travels with her can take part.
Years flow swiftly through the gates of stone.
For her there are old continents to chart,
Old shoals new revealed, old harbors known,
Unvisited but by the dames of art,
Restored now in a mirror, one by one.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon