@2L@1ITTLE one, woman-one, whither are you sailing? From far at sea your slender craft is heading for the haven,— But harbour's here, and harbour's there, and all unavailing Are the eyes that strain to see your course, the lips to give you hailing;— Homing one, flash it me,—whether for woe or bliss: Is my heart your haven, or his? Little one, woman-one, I fear me he is dreaming,— Young Cupid at the wheel there, so carelessly he turns it; Whisper to him, tell him you are tired of seeming, That you in port would be, beyond the fitful waters' gleaming;— Come, then, a sea-secret! Silently breathe me this: Is my heart your haven, or his? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH SHALL I SAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 4. DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH LYGDAMUS by EZRA POUND DAISY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS WAR IS KIND: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE PLAIN LANGUAGE FROM TRUTHFUL JAMES by FRANCIS BRET HARTE DAYS OF THE MONTH by MOTHER GOOSE |