I leave behind me the elm-shadowed square And carven portals of the silent street, And wander on with listless, vagrant feet Through seaward-leading alleys, till the air Smells of the sea, and straightway then the care Slips from my heart, and life once more is sweet. At the lane's ending lie the white-winged fleet. O restless Fancy, whither wouldst thou fare? Here are brave pinions that shall take thee far -- Gaunt hulks of Norway; ships of red Ceylon; Slim-masted lovers of the blue Azores! 'T is but an instant hence to Zanzibar, Or to the regions of the Midnight Sun. Ionian isles are thine, and all the fairy shores! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE QUARREL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD OCTAVES: 21 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IN A CATHEDRAL CITY by THOMAS HARDY A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE WANDERING JEW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE by HENRY WOTTON ACROSS THE SEA by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |