Athwart the gardens of our revery,
And drink the waters of its mystic stream;
To make the plunge, piercing triumphantly
The crystal vault, bring back the golden vase
Long buried with the treasures of the sea.
’Twere fine to feel the thrill of flight through space,
Adown the far empyrean to float,
Or track the eagle in his headlong chase.
To find the deed outstrip the noble thought,
To find fit words to mate our passion’s cry,