I stand upon the summit of my life, Behind, the camp, the court, the field, the grove, The battle, and the burden: vast, afar Beyond these weary ways, Behold! the Sea! The sea o'erswept by clouds and winds and wings; By thoughts and wished manifold, whose breath Is freshness and whose mighty pulse is peace. Palter no question of the horizon dim -- Cut loose the bark! Such voyage itself is rest, Majestic motion, unimpeded scope, A widening heaven, a current without care, Eternity! -- deliverance, promise, course! Time-tired souls salute thee from the shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN AFTER VERLAINE by ANSELM HOLLO THE GIFT TO SING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MADMAN OF THE SOUTH SIDE by CLARENCE MAJOR RECESSIONAL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: ST. CLOUD, MINNESOTA by KAREN SWENSON |