The Last Port
Poem by Frank Wilmot
I WROUGHT and battled and wept, near and afar
I scanned the secret of the bud and star.
Hill-road and desert, and the hurrying street
Know well the impress of my restless feet!
Then some one came with soft, caressing glance,
Slow, like a woman out of all romance.
Love closed around me these warm, folded wings—
That was the end of all my wanderings.
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