No more I seek, the prize is found , I furl my sails, my voyage is o'er; The treacherous waves no longer sound But sing thy praise along the shore. I steal from all I hoped of old, To throw more beauty round thy way; The dross I part, and melt the gold, And stamp it with thy every-day. I did not dream to welcome thee; Like all I have thou camest unknown, An island in a misty sea, With stars, and flowers, and harvests strown. A well is in the desert sand With purest water cold and clear, Where overjoyed at rest I stand, And drink the sound I hoped to hear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOTHER by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE WHEN HELEN LIVED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON THE BIRTH OF JOHN WILLIAM RIZZO HOPPNER by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON SEEING A WILD BIRD by ALICE CARY THE CHOPPER'S CHILD; A STORY FOR THANKSGIVING DAY by ALICE CARY AN AUSTRALIAN GIRL by ETHEL CASTILLA |