WITHDRAW thee, soul, from strife. Enter thine unseen bark, And sail across the dark, The silent sea of life. Leave Care and Grief, feared now no more, To wave and beckon from the shore. Thy tenement is bare. Shut are the burning eyes, Ears deaf against surprise, Limbs in a posture fair. The body sleeps, unheeding thee, And thou, my sailing soul, art free. Rouse not to choose thy way; To make it long or short, Or seek some golden port In haste, ere springs the day. Desire is naught, and effort vain: Here he who seeks shall ne'er attain. Dream-winged, thy boat may drift Where lands lie warm in light; Or sail, with silent flight, Oblivion cleaving swift. Still, dusk or dawning, art thou blest, O Fortune's darling, dowered with rest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 4 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FRINGED GENTIAN by EMILY DICKINSON NATURE (2) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A VALENTINE FOR HARRY CROSBY by KAY BOYLE A LOVER FOR DEATH by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY |