I will go sailing, sailing! on waters that leave no track,
I will follow the path of the sunglow to the ultimate line of light,
I will plunge where the ocean-giants upcurl their hollows of black,
I will take the way of the wind-blown spray in the dread of the night!
(Never shalt thou go sailing! but still in the cities of men
Thou shalt spin thy thread of existence in a pattern not thine own,
Or lost on the desolate waters thy heart shall sicken again,
For what man bears his burden who dares be adrift and alone?)
I will go flying, flying! and scale the steeps of the air
To play with lightning and gather a cloud from the molten noon,