Fair and lovely maid, look from the shore, See thy Leander striving in these waves, Poor soul forspent, whose force can do no more; Now send forth hopes, for now calm pity saves, And waft him to thee with those lovely eyes, A happy convoy to a holy land. Now show thy power, and where thy virtue lies; To save thine own, stretch out the fairest hand. Stretch out the fairest hand, a pledge of peace -- That hand that darts so right and never misses; I'll not revenge old wrongs, my wrath shall cease; For that which gave me wounds, I'll give it kisses. Once let the ocean of my cares find shore, That thou be pleased, and I may sigh no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN THE CENTER OF GRAVITY by DAVID IGNATOW GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OFFERING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOMEBODY LOVED ME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE AUDACIOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |