Weary of myself and sick of asking
What I am and what I ought to be,
At this vessel’s prow I stand, which bears me
Forward, forward o’er the starlit sea.
And a look of passionate desire
O’er the sea and to the stars I send;
Ye who from my childhood up have claimed me,
Calm me, ah compose me to the end!
“Ah, once more,” I cried, “ye stars, ye waters,
On my heart your mighty charm renew;