Propelled by gusts from shore to shore.
With senseless runes bedabbled o’er,
Known for a while, then seen no more.
Can such light things deserve one tear?
Be harbingers of Hope or Fear?
We know not. This alone we hear,
In waves, in dreams across yon sea,
Some faint voice sighs—“Infinity.”
No less, no more, naught else know we.
Only for ever through the brain