O TEDIOUS hopes! when will the storm be o'er! When will the beaten vessel reach the shore! Long have I striv'n with blust'ring winds and tides, Clouds o'er my head, waves on my sides! Which in my dark adventures high did swell, While Heaven was black as Hell. O Love, tempestuous Love, yet, yet at last, Let me my anchor cast, And for the troubles I have undergone, O bring me to a port which I may call my own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SWALLOW FLIGHT by SARA TEASDALE TEARS by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 8 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE GENERAL by SIEGFRIED SASSOON UPON A SPIDER CATCHING A FLY by EDWARD TAYLOR DIFFERENT MINDS by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH MY BEAUTIFUL LADY by THOMAS WOOLNER THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MOVING ROCKS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |