TOSS'D in a troubled sea of griefs, I float Far from the shore, in a storm-beaten boat; Where my sad thoughts do, like the compass, show The several points from which cross-winds do blow. My heart doth, like the needle, touch'd with love, Still fix'd on you, point which way I would move; You are the bright pole-star, which, in the dark Of this long absence, guides my wand'ring bark; Love is the pilot: but, o'ercome with fear Of your displeasure, dares not homewards steer. My fearful hope hangs on my trembling sail, Nothing is wanting but a gentle gale, Which pleasant breath must blow from your sweet lip: Bid it but move, and quick as thought this ship Into your arms, which are my port, will fly, Where it for ever shall at anchor lie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RETURN (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 10 by JAMES JOYCE COVERING WINGS by KATHERINE MANSFIELD LUNCH AT A CLUB by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST |