Sail fast, sail fast,
  Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams;
  Sweep lordly o’er the drowned 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.