ACROSS a thousand miles of sea, a hundred leagues of land, Along a path I had not traced and could not understand, I travelled fast and far for this, -- to take thee by the hand. A pilgrim knowing not the shrine where he would bend his knee, A mariner without a dream of what his port would be, So fared I with a seeking heart until I came to thee. O cooler than a grove of palm in some heat-weary place, O fairer than an isle of calm after the wild sea race, The quiet room adorned with flowers where first I saw thy face! Then furl the sail, let fall the oar, forget the paths of foam! The fate that made me wander far at last has brought me home To thee, dear haven of my heart, and I no more will roam. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST GOODBYE by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON EDINBURGH AFTER FLODDEN by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN BEES IN CLOVER; A SONG by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALM 15. DOMINE QUIS HABITABIT by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONG IN THE NIGHT by OTTO JULIUS BIERBAUM I WILL HAVE FAITH by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THOUGHTS ON IMPUTED RIGHTEOUSNESS by JOHN BYROM HOW ONE WINTER CAME IN THE LAKE REGION by WILLIAM WILFRED CAMPBELL |