LIFE is a perilous voyage. Tempest-tossed, By worse than shipwreck we are often crossed. Like men at sea uncertainly we sail, Chance at the helm to steer us through the gale. Some well, some ill, we fare; but all are bound For one sole harbour, underneath the ground. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADELAIDE CRAPSEY by CARL SANDBURG DANSE RUSSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE LETTER; EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EPITAPH FOR A CONDEMNED BOOK by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |