The sky is clear, the breeze is brisk...
Unfurl all the sails, my soul,
And forward!

The white waves are hurrying on with a gleeful murmur;
They go tripping towards the verge of the world -
The blue Infinite calls them!

They keep me company, the little sisters
Tossing their diamond treeses,
Scattering their silvern laughter;
They fill my sails with the fragrant breath of their little mouths -
And forward drives my bark!

Lo! I have grown golden wings
And I soar into the blue of the high heaven,
Right on the verge of the spaces!

My little brothers are all around,
The bright twinkling star-angels;
A very galaxy of them escorts my winging voyage,
Avaunt, Darkness and Night!
Hail, light of the Beyond!