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...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LEAVES OF A MAGAZINE by MARIANNE MOORE THE COMING OF WAR: ACTAEON by EZRA POUND CALIFORNIA CITY LANDSCAPE by CARL SANDBURG |