WHATE'ER you dream with doubt possest, Keep, keep it snug within your breast, And lay you down and take your rest; Forget in sleep the doubt and pain, And when you wake, to work again. The wind it blows, the vessel goes, And where and whither, no one knows. 'Twill all be well: no need of care; Though how it will, and when, and where, We cannot see, and can't declare. In spite of dreams, in spite of thought. 'Tis not in vain, and not for nought, The wind it blows, the ship it goes, Though where and whither, no one knows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD by THEODORE O'HARA SONNET: 25 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 78. AL-BARR by EDWIN ARNOLD DEAD IN HIS BED by ADDIE LUCIA BALLOU EPITAPH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |