Living
The Last Port
From The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse (1918)
Living
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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MLA
Frank Wilmot (Furnley Maurice). “The Last Port.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wilmot_f/2/.
Chicago
Frank Wilmot (Furnley Maurice). “The Last Port.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wilmot_f/2/.
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