Classic Poem

Seaward he set his course nor hugg'd the shore
Of circumstance, resolv'd, dauntless, to sound
The mind's unfathomable deeps, explore
Alone far caverns measureless, profound, —
Seek that which lies below, beyond, behind
The knower and the known; and when the West
Salutes the stars with rose and gold to find
The foam-reef'd isles of Hesperus, the blest.

Teach me your secret, O great mariner,
That when my tides of faith are all but spent,
When night and freezing winds afflict the sea,
When, though at home, I am a foreigner
And homesick, I may somehow learn content
And find the pole-star of your loyalty!