“In the end,
it was nothing more
than the toy boat of a boy
on the local park’s lake,
where I walked with you.

But I knelt down
to watch it arrive,
its white sail shy
with amber light,
the late sun
bronzing the wave
that lifted it up,

my ship coming in
with its cargo of joy.”

Carol Ann Duffy, “Ship”

The sweet message of the final couplet of this light but wistful poem reflects the ebullience of the imagery. The verse is an elegant illustration of setting the scene – the verbal extension of a visual experience.