The sails of the ship are white, love; What are they? The hauling clouds, you say. The ropes are weather-worn, love; What are they? The strands of rain, you say. The lights ashore are lit, love; What are they? The beacon stars, you say. How shall we keep the course, love, By night and day? By a secret chart, you say. But how shall we reckon true, love, Without time of day? By a tick of the heart, you say. And how shall we know the land, love, On that day? You smile and will not say. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIME AND THE PERFUME RIVER by KAREN SWENSON FROM THE IONIAN ISLANDS by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES WALT WHITMAN'S CAUTION by WALT WHITMAN THE TELLTALE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN RANCH WOMAN by MARGARET CARROLL BRADY THE DIREFUL TALE OF HORROR by BERTON BRALEY |