FAR down the dim horizon of my soul White are the sails of friends beloved and lost; Great ships that in mid-sea my pinnace crost, That hailed it cheerly o'er the long waves' roll. All, all have reached their harbour and their goal; I still ride out the storm-wind and the frost; By futile hopes and wavering passions tost, I miss their broader sway and strong control. But not in vain beneath their lofty shade I danced awhile, frail plaything of the seas; Unfit to brave the ampler main with these; Yet, by the instinct which their souls obeyed, Less steadfast, o'er the trackless wave I strayed, And follow still their vanishing trestle-trees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR PASSWORD by ISIDORE G. ASCHER PREFACE TO ERINNA'S POEMS by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS GOODS TRAIN AT NIGHT by KENNETH H. ASHLEY THE WORD by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS MELHILL FEAST by WILLIAM BARNES THE WINTER-SPRING by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |