YOU are a haven to me From the storm's rage: Whatever woe may come to me Your lips assuage. I rest in your arms As a sailor ashore Rests in a white cottage With a rose-hung door. When the evening comes And my lips are tired Of the crying flute That my song inspired -- O dear, incomparable Welcome and full rest On the high and low tides Of your sweet breast! How dull, companionless, Were those years ere you came With the rose of your lips And your cheeks all aflame. No lake, at a mountain summit, Fed from the proud skies, Ever reflected more of heaven Than your quiet eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLEDORE AND SHUTTLECOCK by AMY LOWELL THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPRING'S NEBRASKA by KAREN SWENSON IN A CUBAN GARDEN by SARA TEASDALE |