Here you will find the Poem The Last Port of poet Frank Wilmot
I WROUGHT and battled and wept, near and afar I scanned the secret of the bud and star. Hill-road and desert, and the hurrying street Know well the impress of my restless feet! Then some one came with soft, caressing glance, Slow, like a woman out of all romance. Love closed around me these warm, folded wings? That was the end of all my wanderings.