Whene'er I come where ladies are, How sad soever I was before, Though like a ship frost-bound and far Withheld in ice from the ocean's roar, Third-winter'd in that dreadful dock, With stiffen'd cordage, sails decay'd, And crew that care for calm and shock Alike, too dull to be dismay'd, Yet, if I come where ladies are, How sad soever I was before, Then is my sadness banish'd far, And I am like that ship no more; Or like that ship if the ice-field splits, Burst by the sudden polar Spring, And all thank God with their warming wits, And kiss each other and dance and sing, And hoist fresh sails, that make the breeze Blow them along the liquid sea, Out of the North, where life did freeze, Into the haven where they would be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALLER HERRIN' by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 13. ON LYRIC POETRY by MARK AKENSIDE THE AUTHOR OF 'THE GREAT ILLUSION' by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON A CHANGE OF MASTERS AT A GREAT PUBLIC SCHOOL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |