ROW till the land dip 'neath The sea from view. Row till a land peep up, A home for you. Row till the mast sing songs Welcome and sweet, Row till the waves, out-stripped, Give up, dead beat. Row till the sea-nymphs rise To ask you why, Rowing, you tarry not To hear them sigh. Row till the stars grow bright Like certain eyes. Row till the noon be high As hopes you prize. Row till you harbour in All longing's port. Row till you find all things For which you sought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE SOUTH ON ITS NEW SLAVERY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ALNWICK CASTLE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK THE AGED STRANGER; AN INCIDENT OF THE WAR by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ON VISITING THE TOMB OF BURNS by JOHN KEATS BURIAL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SONG ON THE WATER (2) by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES WHEN TWILIGHT COMES WITH DREAMS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |