The waves come racing to my boat With messages from you, my love, And all their cadences denote You 're true, my love. Your soldier lad is sailing back To you and to his home again, No more to lead a fierce attack, Or roam again. No gold have I to buy you gear, No treasure save my heart for you, And wealth of kisses—kept, my dear, Apart for you. But ah! I know your hair is gold And turquoise are your eyes, my own, And in your love a worth untold There lies, my own. The tumult of the war has passed, The nations are at peace, my sweet; The tumult in my heart doth fast Increase, my sweet. For all the way is long and lone That I must travel yet to you, And oh! I hunger to the bone To get to you! My dearest one, be kind and wait As truly as I sigh for you, For I should deem it happy fate To die for you. My shoulder-straps and brave success Shall gather fame about you, dear, But they are less than nothingness Without you, dear. O ocean, bear me back with speed To greet the girl who waits for me, And fortune fashion to my need The fates for me! I ask no gift beyond the ken Of humbleness—I miss my love; I only ask to see, and then, To kiss my love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES THE JOBHOLDER by DAVID IGNATOW GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |