SONNET- AS SOME POOR SINGLE SAILOR

    

                  SONNET- AS SOME POOR SINGLE SAILOR

As some poor single sailor left adrift

Upon the widths of vast and chartless sea

Despairs of ever finding rescue's gift,

So when he is discovered and set free

He cannot quite believe good fortune's sight;

It's so for me: within a general strife

Of pathless ways you came like rescue's light

Within the common darkness of my life

And left me still incredulous that I

Could find such fortune on my way-

Like one who finds bright-beckoning jewels lie

There at his dusty feet some sun-drenched day.

So like some single sailor left adrift,

I wonder at love's wonder-living gift.