The open sea

by Edgar Lee Masters

I’m growing faint.

Second Phantom

Much still must I reveal.
We two must stand on yonder highest rock.

First Phantom

It cannot be!

Second Phantom

I will the door unlock.
They may not be away. First let me knock.

(He knocks on the cliff. The vision grows cloudy.)

First Phantom

What heights are these where midway to the sea
The gulls like flakes of snow eddy around!