XLII
Early in the day it was whispered that we should sail
in a boat, only thou and I, and never a soul in the world would
know of this our pilgrimage to no country and to no end.
In that shoreless ocean, at thy silently listening smile my songs
would swell in melodies, free as waves, free from all bondage of
words.
Is the time not come yet? Are there works still to do? Lo, the
evening has come down upon the shore and in the fading light the
seabirds come flying to their nests.
Who knows when the chains will be
off, and the boat, like the last
glimmer of sunset, vanish into the night?
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