MY love and I sailed out to sea When the dream days came with purpling sky, And her laugh was the winds at play, to me, And her eyes the stars I guided by. Her hand touched mine, 'mid the breaker's roar, And new strength came to the lagging oar— Her lips met mine in the tempest's blast And new life flashed in the straining mast. My love and I sailed out to sea, And life was full and sweet for me, Till our boat plunged under a death-wave dark— And I sailed alone in a drifting barque! Now the skies are gray, and the winds at play Mourn drearily o'er the sea all day, And I look in vain through the fog and rain For the wave that will bring me to her again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: GOTTLIEB GERALD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DIPPOLD THE OPTICIAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 3. THAILALND by KAREN SWENSON UPON A DYING LADY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |