TOSS'D in a troubled sea of griefs, I float Far from the shore, in a storm-beaten boat; Where my sad thoughts do, like the compass, show The several points from which cross-winds do blow. My heart doth, like the needle, touch'd with love, Still fix'd on you, point which way I would move; You are the bright pole-star, which, in the dark Of this long absence, guides my wand'ring bark; Love is the pilot: but, o'ercome with fear Of your displeasure, dares not homewards steer. My fearful hope hangs on my trembling sail, Nothing is wanting but a gentle gale, Which pleasant breath must blow from your sweet lip: Bid it but move, and quick as thought this ship Into your arms, which are my port, will fly, Where it for ever shall at anchor lie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME by PATRICK SARSFIELD GILMORE SHILLIN' A DAY by RUDYARD KIPLING EPISTLE TO MISS TERESA BLOUNT, ON HER LEAVING THE TOWN by ALEXANDER POPE CRUCIFIXION TO THE WORLD BY THE CROSS OF CHRIST by ISAAC WATTS THERE WAS A BOY (VERSION 1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EPIGRAM: 18. THE ENEMY OF LIFE by THOMAS WYATT |