One by one my dreams come true, Like tired ships into the harbor sailing, With the tide at ebb and the watchers few And the low wind failing. Yet one by one they creep to port Groping in when the fog is blind, -- One lost her cargo in a storm, Another was broken against the wind. My wishes like slow ships return -- But oh let love still rove the sea, Bearing vague thoughts and old desires, Wandering and unfulfilled and free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INCORRIGIBLE DIRIGIBLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST MODULATIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO CARMEN SYLVA (QUEEN OF ROUMANIA) by EMMA LAZARUS COUNTRYWOMEN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SLEEPING TOGETHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |