Classic Poem

Because thou hast been " in the open, " now
Shalt thou find all thine " harbour " safe and sweet.
Enter therein. O love, with fearless feet:
Lay up therein thy vessel's foam-swept prow!
Peace and reward the approving gods allow;
Soft shall thy rest be after burning heat
Of summer, — glad the flowers in thy retreat.
See! this fair rose I bind about thy brow.

O lady, — " vessel " of mine now coming " home, "
Bringing me richest treasures from the East,
Thy thin stem cutting the receding foam, —
Love waits, and spreads us a thrice-glorious feast.
Thou art bright with sunsets over loneliest sea,
And with those sighing sunsets crownest me.