Gray pilgrim, you have journeyed far, I pray you tell to me Is there a land where Love is not, By shore of any sea? For I am weary of the god, And I would flee from him Tho' I must take a ship and go Beyond the ocean's rim. "I know a port where Love is not, The ship is in your hand, Then plunge your sword within your breast And you will reach the land." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12 by THOMAS CAMPION OUR CHRIST by HARRY WEBB FARRINGTON EUROPE; THE 72ND AND 73RD YEARS OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN TWO SONNETS: 1. CHRIST AND LOVE'S ROSE-CROWN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |