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"_Where shall we land you, sweet_? " -- Swinburne.
All listlessly we float / Out seaward in the boat / That beareth Love. / Our sails of purest snow / Bend to the blue below / And to the blue above. / Where shall we land?
We drift upon a tide / Shoreless on every side, / Save where the eye / Of Fancy sweeps far lands / Shelved slopingly with sands / Of gold and porphyry. / Where shall we land?
The fairy isles we see, / Loom up so mistily -- / So vaguely fair, / We do not care to break / Fresh bubbles in our wake / To bend our course for there. / Where shall we land?
The warm winds of the deep / Have lulled our sails to sleep, / And so we glide / Careless of wave or wind, / Or change of any kind, / Or turn of any tide. / Where shall we land?
We droop our dreamy eyes / Where our reflection lies / Steeped in the sea, / And, in an endless fit / Of languor, smile on it / And its sweet mimicry. / Where shall we land?
"Where shall we land? " God's grace! / I know not any place / So fair as this -- / Swung here between the blue / Of sea and sky, with you / To ask me, with a kiss, / "Where shall we land? "