Poems (Linn)/In Port
IN PORT.
COME closer to me! Let me feel your breathWander upon my cheek and o'er my brow.As some lost sailor, watching from the prowOf his disabled ship, waiting for death,Feels the warm land breeze sweep across his face,Breathes the spiced air of some sweet isle and seesThe flowers wave, hears the birds sing from treesGreen and wide-spreading, feels new courage chaseDespair away;—so in thy love I findRest from the wandering fancies I have known;Peace for my unstilled longings. Let me bindMy ship unto this tranquil shore to ownThis port as home; this harbor as the last;Here will I dwell in peace till life be past.