The Chart of Tenderness
 
                                    On all the charts devised by mariners
                                    Past oceans crossed by Phaeton’s carriers
                                    Lie lands which, like Atlantis, are unknown,
                                    Before which fearless seamen have been known
 
                                    To turn about, afraid to be alone
                                    In nameless seas, tormented by the moan
                                    Of nameless winds and ghosts.  And so too I
                                    Flee far from the Terrae Incognitae
 
                                    Which on my Chart of Tenderness do lie,
                                    Barring the way to Love Explorat’ry.
                                    We must content ourselves with Common Sense
                                    Yet founder not in Lake Indifference.