Centaurea and bluebells,
Garden thyme and poppy.
Ah, a distant feeling
Has the heart thereof.

And in the gentle boat
It carries me along.
Between dream and waking,
I wonder where I am.

See the ships glide by
Feel their gentle wake,
Summer clouds are fleeing
Through the waning day -

Centaurea and Bluebells,
Poppy, Garden thyme.
High the flags are flying
Over greening fields:

Lion’s tooth and Cockle,
Clover, Rosemary.
Guide it mercifully, God,
Toward home again.

This, now, is your silence
Yes, I hear you well.
Sage and Chamomile,
Garden thyme and Poppy,

And in half a slumber -
Poppy, Garden thyme -
Glides into the harbor
Safely now the boat.