I saw the ships come wing by wing Up from the golden south with spring; And great was the treasure they had in hold Of food and raiment and gems and gold, The loot and barter of many lands Brought home by daring and hardy hands. For love is the only seed that sows The waste of the sea which no man knows. My sailing thoughts came back to me From faring over the great dream sea; And every one was laden deep With riches of memory to keep, Laughter and joy and the smooth delight Of the little friend and the starry night. For love is the only seed that sows The waste of the heart which no man knows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT AND DAY: 4 by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE FOUR BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG AFTER PARTING by SARA TEASDALE MY FAMILIAR by JOHN GODFREY SAXE ON A GRAVE IN CHRIST-CHURCH, HANTS by OSCAR FAY ADAMS THE LETTER; EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH T.T. IN COMMENDATION OF THE AUTHOR HIS WORKE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |