"Thou hast wandered wearily
By what mist-enveloped sea!"—
And the sea was moaning, moaning;—
"Know the things thou hast not seen;
Life and law, and love and teen;
Things that be and have not been."—
And the wind was groaning.
"See!" her voice sung like a lyre
Throbs of thunderous desire;
Then the iron sight like fire—