Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Love Sailed at Morn
LOVE SAILED AT MORN
LOVE sailed at morn in a fragile bark,
With broidered pennants flying:
His skies with sudden storm grew dark,
Yet gallant Love, with courage gay,
Rode jocund on his conquering way,
The winds and the waves defying.
But when, all peril overpast,
In tranquil harbor lying,
He felt no more the billowing blast
Oppose his sails, Love, joy-becalmed,
Each foe subdued, each effort balmed,
Without a wound lay dying.