by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

Youth and the pilgrim
Language: English 
Gray pilgrim, you have journeyed far,
      I pray you tell to me
Is there a land where Love is not,
      By shore of any sea?

For I am weary of the god,
      And I would flee from him
Tho' I must take a ship and go
      Beyond the ocean's rim.

"I know a port where Love is not,
      The ship is in your hand,
Then plunge your sword within your breast
      And you will reach the land."


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This text was added to the website: 2008-06-04
Line count: 12
Word count: 77