Far out, blue Ocean! o'er thy wave, A growing sail I see. O joy! it brings my true-love home, My true-love home to me. No more, when winter's midnight storms Rush furious o'er thy deep, Shall I, in trembling tears and prayers, My sleepless vigil keep. No more, when summer's sunny winds Stoop down to kiss thy face, In disappointed hope shall I This beacon cliff-top pace. My fears this day are laid in grave, My joy, like breaking morn, Doth ever brighter grow as still Yon sail is nearer borne. Kind Ocean, speed yon ship along With all your winds and tide; Till one that now doth tread her deck, Shall tread earth by my side. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FRAGMENT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LEAVES OF A MAGAZINE by MARIANNE MOORE |