I THANK thee, Love, that thou hast overthrown The tyranny of Self; I would not now Even in desire, possess thee mine alone In land-locked anchorage: nay rather go, Ride the high seas, the fruitless human seas, Where white-winged ships are set for barren shores, Though freighted all, those lovely argosies, And laden with a wealth of rarest stores. Go, draw them after thee, and lead them on With thine own music, to the ideal west, Where, in the youth of ages, vaguely shone The term of all, the Islands of the Blest. I too dare steer, for once-loved haven's sake, My tiny skiff along thy glorious wake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEXTER GORDON: COPENHAGEN/AVERY FISHER HALL by KAREN SWENSON ON SOMETHING THAT WALKS SOMEWHERE by BEN JONSON A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP by THOMAS MOORE UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 38 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |