O TO sail with thee, my dear, Under headlands high and sheer, At the mellow hour of daydroop when the lull of eve is near! O to sail away, and be From the curse of care set free, Far from heart-ache, far from heart-break, on the great heart-healing sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A YOUNG LADY'S SIXTH ANNIVERSARY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SONG FOR THE FIRST OF THE MONTH by DOROTHY PARKER WHERE THE PICNIC WAS by THOMAS HARDY SONNET TO A NEGRO IN HARLEM by HELENE JOHNSON ON THE NEW FORCES OF CONSCIENCE UNDER THE LONG PARLIAMENT by JOHN MILTON THE ROSES ON THE TERRACE by ALFRED TENNYSON SATIRES: 51. UPON NOTHING by JOHN WILMOT |