Why do I see these empty boats, sailing on airy seas? One haunted me the whole night long, swaying with every breeze, Returning always near the eaves, or by the skylight glass: There it will wait me many weeks, and then, at last, will pass. Each soul is haunted by a ship in which that soul might ride And climb the glorious mysteries of Heaven's silent tide In voyages that change the very metes and bounds of Fate -- O empty boats, we all refuse, that by our windows wait! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRUEL MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW CHRISTUS CONSOLATOR by ROSSITER WORTHINGTON RAYMOND VILLANELLE: AU RETOUR DU PRINTEMPS by PHILIP SCHUYLER ALLEN HYMN, COMPOSED FOR THE CHILDREN OF A SUNDAY SCHOOL by BERNARD BARTON TEMPORALL SUCCESS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TO AN ASTRONOMER by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA |