In the Quiet Harbor

Within the harbor of tranquility

I judge the ravages of pirate years

Less harshly than the while they plundered me

Flaunting their dreaded gonfalon of fears;

For now I know the wise, far-seeing Pilot

Charted the course my fragile craft should take

To come at last unto fulfillment's islet

Where starlings call a challenge from the brake.

Where once the winds of desolation moaned

To mock my cry, re-echoes lyric song--

Mute carillons of angels were intoned

Within despair to guide my craft along--

The dreams I thought the pirate years had killed

Now in the quiet harbor are fulfilled.