When on pretentious seas I would embark, I thought alluring flares would speed my course; Unfathomed depths my endless quest would mark, Enhancing serfdom with impelling force. Within confines that reach for glamorous heights, One's craft may flounder through the misty ways. Abject and futile are the dazzling lights That spread obscurities through hapless days. Outside those bounds a drifting hulk had veered And weathered seas, again serene and pure, My craft on to a shifting course was steered Beyond vainglory's once enticing lure. I knew that nothing then could set me free, Except the vastness of the starlit sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FLORIDA GHOST by SIDNEY LANIER LANDSCAPES (FOR CLEMENT R. WOOD) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ON A BUST OF DANTE by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS THE CANDLE by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM AN EVENING PRAYER by C. MAUDE BATTERSBY REMARKS TO THE BACK OF A PEW by WILLIAM ROSE BENET MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: MONDAY by JOHN BYROM |