@2L@1ITTLE one, woman-one, whither are you sailing? From far at sea your slender craft is heading for the haven,— But harbour's here, and harbour's there, and all unavailing Are the eyes that strain to see your course, the lips to give you hailing;— Homing one, flash it me,—whether for woe or bliss: Is my heart your haven, or his? Little one, woman-one, I fear me he is dreaming,— Young Cupid at the wheel there, so carelessly he turns it; Whisper to him, tell him you are tired of seeming, That you in port would be, beyond the fitful waters' gleaming;— Come, then, a sea-secret! Silently breathe me this: Is my heart your haven, or his? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HAPPY LIFE by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 1 by PHILIP SIDNEY AN OLD CASTLE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE POETS OF OLD ISRAEL by JOHN VANCE CHENEY PRAYER by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE LOVE, ALWAYS A TALKATIVE COMPANION by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE BLACK RIDERS: 35 by STEPHEN CRANE |