One by one my dreams come true, Like tired ships into the harbor sailing, With the tide at ebb and the watchers few And the low wind failing. Yet one by one they creep to port Groping in when the fog is blind, -- One lost her cargo in a storm, Another was broken against the wind. My wishes like slow ships return -- But oh let love still rove the sea, Bearing vague thoughts and old desires, Wandering and unfulfilled and free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM BORNE ONWARD by SARA TEASDALE THE ECHOING GREEN, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE ENGLISHMAN IN ITALY by ROBERT BROWNING A FATHER OF WOMEN: AD SOROREM E. B. by ALICE MEYNELL A SONG TO CELIA by CHARLES SEDLEY LOVE SONG by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |