ACROSS a thousand miles of sea, a hundred leagues of land, Along a path I had not traced and could not understand, I travelled fast and far for this, -- to take thee by the hand. A pilgrim knowing not the shrine where he would bend his knee, A mariner without a dream of what his port would be, So fared I with a seeking heart until I came to thee. O cooler than a grove of palm in some heat-weary place, O fairer than an isle of calm after the wild sea race, The quiet room adorned with flowers where first I saw thy face! Then furl the sail, let fall the oar, forget the paths of foam! The fate that made me wander far at last has brought me home To thee, dear haven of my heart, and I no more will roam. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 5. ALLAH-AL-KUDDUS by EDWIN ARNOLD WOOD MAGIC by FRANCES HALLEY BROCKETT THE CHRISTENING by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE HIGHLAND BALOU by ROBERT BURNS AN OLD SIOUX IN THE CITY by WILL CHAMBERLAIN ON HER ENDEAVOURING TO CONCEAL HER GRIEF AT PARTING by WILLIAM COWPER GRACE OF CLYDESIDE by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK |