How like a ship upon a shoreless main

I voyage with dread blank on every side.

A grey monotony of chilly rain

Unchangingly along the changing tide

Heaves hugely . . . yet, within myself I hide

Eternal voyagers who seek again

The light, more beautiful than any bride,

Starring stupendous heavens without a stain.

Billow on clashing billow, see me climb

Each time with greater sureness than before,

While the wide challenging waters round me chime

Enormous rhythms of the Evermore.

And since the ship takes no account of time,

Mileage exists not, nor a sense of shore.