A Shelf Full Of Toys

Where are the tall ships that used to fill this harbor?
Where are the sailor-men who walked these wharves?
Gone, gone like a herd of horses galloping across the wide sea,
gone like a flock of birds scattering into the storm.

Where is the city that used to crown this hill?
Where are the folk who thronged the busy streets?
Gone, gone like a sand castle foundering in the surf,
gone like a cloud of leaves carried in the wind.

Where is the dreamer whose long dream this was?
Who now will read the treasure-maps and ancient volumes of adventure?
Other hands will open the book and bring home the ships,
other soil is home to the seeds of the magic forest.