I stand upon the summit of my life, Behind, the camp, the court, the field, the grove, The battle, and the burden: vast, afar Beyond these weary ways, Behold! the Sea! The sea o'erswept by clouds and winds and wings; By thoughts and wished manifold, whose breath Is freshness and whose mighty pulse is peace. Palter no question of the horizon dim -- Cut loose the bark! Such voyage itself is rest, Majestic motion, unimpeded scope, A widening heaven, a current without care, Eternity! -- deliverance, promise, course! Time-tired souls salute thee from the shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK REGIMENT by GEORGE HENRY BOKER ASIAN BIRDS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES BRIDAL BALLAD by EDGAR ALLAN POE GARDEN DAYS: 3. THE FLOWERS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE BELLS AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |