Still hadst thou seen wave after wave in motion,

Even though impending doom thy fear compelled.

Thou hadst seen something—in the beryl dim

Of peace-lulled seas, the sportive dolphins swim;

Hadst seen the flying clouds, sun, moon and star;

Nought shalt thou see in endless Void afar—

Not hear thy footstep fall, nor meet

A stable spot to rest thy feet.

“Here, take this key!

The Key will scent the true place from all others;