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Arthur Hugh Clough - Qua Cursum Ventus
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As ships, becalm`d at eve, that lay
        With canvas drooping, side by side,
Two towers of sail at dawn of day
        Are scarce long leagues apart descried;

When fell the night, upsprung the breeze,
        And all the darkling hours they plied,
Nor dreamt but each the self-same seas
        By each was cleaving, side by side:

E`en so—but why the tale reveal
       Of those whom, year by year unchang`d,
Brief absence join`d anew, to feel,
       Astounded, soul from soul estrang`d?

At dead of night their sails were fill`d,
       And onward each rejoicing steer`d—
Ah, neither blame, for neither will`d,
       Or wist, what first with dawn appear`d!

To veer, how vain! On, onward strain,
       Brave barks! In light, in darkness too,
Through winds and tides one compass guides-
       To that, and your own selves, be true.

But O blithe breeze! and O great seas,
    Though ne`er, that earliest parting past,
On your wide plain they join again,
       Together lead them home at last.

One port, methought, alike they sought,
       One purpose hold where`er they fare,-
O bounding breeze, O rushing seas!
       At last, at last, unite them there!
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