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