FAREWELL, and when forth I through the Golden Gates to Golden Isles Steer without smiling, through the sea of smiles, Isle upon isle, in the seas of the south, Isle upon island, sea upon sea, Why should I sail, why should the breeze? I have been young, and I have counted friends. A hopeless sail I spread, too late, too late. Why should I from isle to isle Sail, a hopeless sailor? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HENRY MOORE'S STATUE AT LINCOLN CENTER by KAREN SWENSON AN ANSWER TO THE PARSON by WILLIAM BLAKE THE RESOLVE by MARY LEE CHUDLEIGH CHILD OF THE ROMANS by CARL SANDBURG FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 6 by WALT WHITMAN THE DISMANTLED SHIP by WALT WHITMAN |