Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT SEA, by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON Poet's Biography First Line: Worn voyagers, who watch for land Last Line: Is our heart's home, is our life's best. Subject(s): Memory | ||||||||
WORN voyagers, who watch for land Across the endless wastes of sea, Who gaze before and on each hand, Why look ye not to what ye flee? The stars by which the sailors steer Not always rise before the prow; Though forward nought but clouds appear, Behind, they may be breaking now. What though we may not turn again To shores of childhood that we leave, Are those old signs we followed vain? Can guides so oft found true deceive? Oh, sail we to the south or north, Oh, sail we to the east or west, The port from which we first put forth Is our heart's home, is our life's best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY AS A HEARING AID by TONY HOAGLAND THE SAME QUESTION by JOHN HOLLANDER FORGET HOW TO REMEMBER HOW TO FORGET by JOHN HOLLANDER ON THAT SIDE by LAWRENCE JOSEPH MEMORY OF A PORCH by DONALD JUSTICE BEYOND THE HUNTING WOODS by DONALD JUSTICE LIGHT [AND LOVE] by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON |
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