Put off thy bark from shore, though near the night, And leaving home and friends and hope behind, Sail down the lights. Thou scarce canst fail to find, O desolate one, the morning breaking white, Some shore of rest beyond the laboring wave. Ah, 'tis for this I mourn: too long I have Wandered in tears along life's stormy way Where day to day no haven or hope reveals. Yet on the bound my weary sight I keep As one who sails, a landsman on the deep, And longing for the land, day after day Sees the horizon rise and fall and feels His heart die out, still riding restlessly Between the sailing cloud and the seasick sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TIDE OF FAITH by MARY ANN EVANS SONNET: 16. TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL, MAY 1652 by JOHN MILTON A MEETING OF MAGICIANS by GEORGE CROLY THE MOCKINGBIRD by JOHN WARWICK DANIEL III UNFINISHED EXILE by FABIO DOPLICHER SPRING, WANTING HER by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF DOBBIN, THE BUTTERWOMAN'S HORSE by FRANCIS FAWKES |