One by one my dreams come true, Like tired ships into the harbor sailing, With the tide at ebb and the watchers few And the low wind failing. Yet one by one they creep to port Groping in when the fog is blind, -- One lost her cargo in a storm, Another was broken against the wind. My wishes like slow ships return -- But oh let love still rove the sea, Bearing vague thoughts and old desires, Wandering and unfulfilled and free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: LILLI ALM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE TIGER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE LAMENT by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE CHOIRMASTER'S BURIAL by THOMAS HARDY LIFE'S LITTLE DAY by MARY BALL ARMSTRONG WHITE MOMENTS by KATHARINE LEE BATES |