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?"