Erotica/Love the Voyager

by Arthur Clark Kennedy

Love the Voyager

Young Love unfurled his silken sail,And in his boat of ivory paleWent sliding down the weather.By sunny shores of golden islesTheir hills o'ertopped for miles on milesWith ruddy helms of heather.

Over seas to a shady bay,Where, lotus-locked, enchanted layHe and his boat together,Unwotting of the days that flewIn one long monotone of blue,From waning summer's tether.

Till heaven darkened, and the rain,Smoking athwart the watery plain,Fell down with wintry weather;Then, like a lark that upward flies,Love swiftly lessened through the skies,On winnowing feather.

But the poor boat drifts on, resignedTo furies of the wave and wind,And wintry weather.