Out in the sky the great dark clouds are ma**ing;
I look far out into the pregnant night,
Where I can hear the solemn booming gun
And catch the gleaming of a random light,
That tells me that the ship I seek
is pa**ing, pa**ing.
My tearful eyes my soul's deep hurt are gla**ing;
For I would hail and check that ship of ships.
I stretch my hands imploring, cry aloud,
My voice falls dead a foot from mine own lips,
And but its ghost doth reach that vessel, pa**ing, pa**ing.
O Earth, O Sky, O Ocean, both surpa**ing,
O heart of mine, O soul that dreads the dark!
Is there no hope for me? Is there no way
That I may sight and check that speeding bark
Which out of sight and sound is pa**ing, pa**ing?