THE faithful helm commands the keel, From port to port fair breezes blow; But the ship must sail the convex sea, Nor may she straighter go. So, man to man; in fair accord, On thought and will the winds may wait; But the world will bend the passing word, Though its shortest course be straight. From soul to soul the shortest line At best will bended be: The ship that holds the straightest course Still sails the convex sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HER MERRIMENT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE HILL WIFE: THE SMILE by ROBERT FROST SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HARRY WILMANS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ROARING FROST by ALICE MEYNELL HOME, SWEET HOME, FR. CLARI, THE MAID OF MILAN by JOHN HOWARD PAYNE TWICE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |