To what full purpose of profound intent,
To what far goal of flawless argument
Do I outwing my way?
Ever the beckoning day
Bids me to loftier peaks and points aspire,
To the pure soul's desire.
Behind me is the somber-scowling ocean,
The dark unrest, the void and vain emotion,
The falsity, the fear;
But visions bright appear
When the white sunrise o'er the wakening world
Flings her gay flags unfurled.
Have I not bid the world a swift farewell?
"Farewell, forever!" May the parting knell
Of earthly chimes outknoll,
While sentries of the soul
With fair white fingers point my upward flight
Out of the shuddering night.
