Where Shall We Land

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?"