I have reached a green, green island In a sea without a shore. Behind the grey waves crumble, And I will not look before. Here there are music and leisure And the touch of a tender hand; Here is my golden river And the warm, wide river land. I am safe to-day, if never; They have given me love and rest; Sailing the sea of sorrow I have touched at the isle of the blest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINCOLN by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL THOUGHTS WHILE PACKING A TRUNK by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 51 by ALFRED TENNYSON NOCTURNE by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER SCURVY ENTERTAINMENT by ABU ABD ALLAH |