PROUD love is not a foaming tide, And if you would be delicate, Come only to the water side And dip your dainty feet therein; Among the shallows hesitate, No lawless wave will kiss your chin. But if adventure stir your blood, And you are proof against regret, Plunge in and float upon the flood And travel down through banks of green To seas you have not tempted yet, And lands you have not seen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROCK OF CASHEL by AUBREY DE VERE THE EAGLE OF THE BLUE by HERMAN MELVILLE JANUARY, 1795 by MARY DARBY ROBINSON POPPY: FANTASTIC EXTRAVAGANCE by FRANCIS THOMPSON A PRAYER by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM |