Poem by Sara Teasdale

Youth and the Pilgrim

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."

1. Gray Fog
2. Spring Torrents
3. Morning Song
4. Nahant
5. Winter Dusk

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