WITH happiness its precious freight, Fair Fortune's barque swept by, Afar I saw its shining state, Its fairy majesty. Its course the helmsman strove to stay, My pulses throbbed apace, My outstretched hands implored delay, Then -- vacant was its place. Farther, still farther o'er the tide, Swift rushing like the wind. And now the road I sit beside, Mine eyes tears almost blind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOPHISTICATION by CONRAD AIKEN HOPE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE FOUR BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG THE VIRGIN MARY TO THE CHILD JESUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN BROWN PENNY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |