Whither Are We Drifting?

                    I.

O whither are we drifting, love,

Where stirs the stream of passion?

Our skiff is light, the tide is strong,

All day and night we glide along,

     In blissful lover passion.

                    II.

Love fills our boat, love stills the storm,

     Love keeps the dull clouds lifting;

Love bears us on by crag and shore,

To wondrous realms ne’er viewed before, –

     But whither are we drifting?

                    III.

I know not where we’re drifting, love,

     Nor can you tell me whither;

But this I know – and joy is me –

That on towards love’s endless sea,

     We’re drifting, dear, together.

July 16, 1898

Pub. in Boston

Globe, July 23,

     1898