Roe (and my joy to name), thou art now to go, Countries and climes, manners and men to know, To extract, and choose the best of all these known, And those to turn to blood and make thine own. May winds as soft as breath of kissing friends Attend thee hence, and there may all thy ends, As the beginning here, prove purely sweet And perfect in a circle always meet. So when we, blessed with thy return, shall see Thyself, with thy first thoughts, brought home by thee, We each to other may this voice inspire: This is that good Aeneas, passed through fire, Through seas, storms, tempests; and embarked for hell, Came back untouched. This man hath travelled well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PLANTATION BACCHANAL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE DARKEST HOUR; OXFORD, 1917 by GEORGE SANTAYANA ALONE (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE IDYLLS OF THE KING: LANCELOT AND ELAINE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SALZBURG CHIMES by HENRY ALFORD |