I leave behind me the elm-shadowed square And carven portals of the silent street, And wander on with listless, vagrant feet Through seaward-leading alleys, till the air Smells of the sea, and straightway then the care Slips from my heart, and life once more is sweet. At the lane's ending lie the white-winged fleet. O restless Fancy, whither wouldst thou fare? Here are brave pinions that shall take thee far -- Gaunt hulks of Norway; ships of red Ceylon; Slim-masted lovers of the blue Azores! 'T is but an instant hence to Zanzibar, Or to the regions of the Midnight Sun. Ionian isles are thine, and all the fairy shores! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 10 by JAMES JOYCE SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 2 by CONRAD AIKEN THE QUALITY OF COURAGE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET NO MATTER WHAT, AFTER ALL, AND THAT BEAUTIFUL WORD SO by HAYDEN CARRUTH RESURRECTION UPDATE by JAMES GALVIN MEMORY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |