ONE by one the earth-lights fail

And the shores sink down, behind :

The prow leaps on with a freshening gale

Over the course assigned.

I strain my eyes but cannot see

The lofty coasts ahead,

But still behold waves' sapphire glee

And the sky with ocean wed,

And lily-white foam on blue sea foil

And the sail by breezes bent....

And sunsets like volcanoes boil,

And the star host pitch their tent.

Now anger stirs the up risen moon,

For she argently strikes the waves

And lures the prow with a silver tune

To sky-rim goals or graves.