As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail at dawn of day Are scarce long leagues apart descried. When fell the night, up sprang the breeze, And all the darkling hours they plied, Nor dreamt but each the selfsame seas By each was cleaving, side by side: E'en so, -- but why the tale reveal Of those whom, year by year unchanged, Brief absence joined anew to feel, Astounded, soul from soul estranged? At dead of night their sails were filled, And onward each rejoicing steered; -- Ah! neither blame, for neither willed Or wist what first with dawn appeared. To veer, how vain! On, onward strain, Brave barks! In light, in darkness too, Through winds and tides one compass guides; To that and your own selves be true. But O blithe breeze! and O great seas! Though ne'er, that earliest parting past, On your wide plain they join again, -- Together lead them home at last. One port, methought, alike they sought, -- One purpose hold where'er they fare; O bounding breeze, O rushing seas, At last, at last, unite them there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TUFT OF FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST DE RERUM NATURA: BOOK 3. AGAINST THE FEAR OF DEATH by TITUS LUCRETIUS CARUS GHOSTS by MARION FRANCIS BROWN OUT IN THE FIELDS [WITH GOD] by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING NAPOLEON'S TOMB by DANA BURNET POVERTY AND POLITICS by ROBERT BURNS |