Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Pilgrimage

by Florence Earle Coates

For other versions of this work, see Pilgrimage (Coates).

PILGRIMAGE

WANDERER from a fading strand
Unto shadowy shores unknown,
Thou whose sails are onward fanned
By flattering breezes,—hast thou planned
All thy course alone?

Canst thou tell, now clouds begin
To gather in thy path of day,
To what harbor thou shalt win,
As the long night closes in
On a wider way?

Pilgrim, no: I cannot tell.
Strange my course, and stormy woes
And darkness may obscure its close;
Yet I feel that all is well,
For my Pilot knows!