Till, deep within her eyes,
I saw the homeward-leading star
Of womanhood arise.

ARRIVAL

Across a thousand miles of sea, a hundred
leagues of land,
Along a path I had not traced and could not
understand,
I travelled fast and far for this,--to take thee
by the hand.

A pilgrim knowing not the shrine where he would
bend his knee,
A mariner without a dream of what his port
would be,
So fared I with a seeking heart until I came to
thee.

O cooler than a grove of palm in some heat-weary
place,
O fairer than an isle of calm after the wild sea
race,
The quiet room adorned with flowers where first
I saw thy face!

Then furl the sail, let fall the oar, forget the paths
of foam!
The Power that made me wander far at last has