Youth and the Pilgrim

By Sara Teasdale

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.”