Fair and lovely maid, look from the shore, See thy Leander striving in these waves, Poor soul forspent, whose force can do no more; Now send forth hopes, for now calm pity saves, And waft him to thee with those lovely eyes, A happy convoy to a holy land. Now show thy power, and where thy virtue lies; To save thine own, stretch out the fairest hand. Stretch out the fairest hand, a pledge of peace -- That hand that darts so right and never misses; I'll not revenge old wrongs, my wrath shall cease; For that which gave me wounds, I'll give it kisses. Once let the ocean of my cares find shore, That thou be pleased, and I may sigh no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 1. THE BRIGHT MOON by CONRAD AIKEN GREEN MOUNTAIN IDYL by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JACOB GODBEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BOTTLES AND THE WINE by GEORGE SANTAYANA |