Fishers of men, you said; and here we fish
For finned and scaly creatures of the sea.
So deep my darkness now I all but wish
I had not seen the light you showed to me.
Yet life began for me, I know, that day
You bade me launch my ship into the deep,
And every word that I have heard you say
Has held the truth for which the ages weep.
That truth I have forsaken, Master dear,
When, rather, these poor nets I should forsake;
And now with my companions I sit here
And empty-handed watch the morning break.
