I will go my ways from the city, and then, maybe, My heart shall forget one woman's voice, and her lips; I will arise, and set my face to the sea, Among stranger-folk and in the wandering ships. The world is great, and the bounds of it who shall set? It may be I shall find, somewhere in the world I shall find, A land that my feet may abide in; then I shall forget The woman I loved, and the years that are left behind. But, if the ends of the world are not wide enough To out-weary my heart, and to find for my heart some fold, I will go back to the city, and her I love, And look on her face, and remember the days of old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIZARD IN WORDS by MARIANNE MOORE VERSES FROM THE GRANDE CHARTREUSE by MATTHEW ARNOLD WRITTEN AFTER SWIMMING FROM SESTOS TO ABYDOS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AULD ROBIN GRAY by ANNE LINDSAY SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMANDA BARKER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DEATH AND CUPID; AN ALLEGORY by JOHN GODFREY SAXE |