Love At Sea

WE ARE in love’s land to-day; Where shall we go? Love, shall we start or stay, Or sail or row? There’s many a wind and way, And never a May but May; We are in love’s hand to-day; Where shall we go? Our landwind is the breath Of sorrows kissed to death And joys that were; Our ballast is a rose; Our way lies where God knows And love knows where. We are in love’s hand to-day— Our seamen are fledged Loves, Our masts are bills of doves, Our decks fine gold; Our ropes are dead maids’ hair, Our stores are love-shafts fair And manifold. We are in love’s land to-day— Where shall we land you, sweet? On fields of strange men’s feet, Or fields near home? Or where the fire-flowers blow, Or where the flowers of snow Or flowers of foam? We are in love’s hand to-day— Land me, she says, where love Shows but one shaft, one dove, One heart, one hand. —A shore like that, my dear, Lies where no man will steer, No maiden land.