Sail fast, sail fast,

Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams;

Sweep lordly o’er the drownèd Past,

Fly glittering through the sun’s strange beams;

Sail fast, sail fast.

Breaths of new buds from off some drying lea

With news about the Future scent the sea;

My brain is beating like the heart of Haste;

I’ll loose me a bird upon this Present waste:

Go, trembling song,

And stay not long; oh, stay not long:

Thou’rt only a gray and sober dove,

But thine eye is faith and thy wing is love.