Classic Poem

Whither away, O Sailor! say?
Under the night, under the day,
Yearning sail and flying spray
Out of the black into the blue,
Where are the great Winds bearing you?

— — Never port shall lift for me
— — Into the sky, out of the sea!
— — Into the blue or into the black,
— — Onward, outward, never back!
— — Something mighty and weird and dim
— — Calls me under the ocean rim!

Sailor under sun and moon,
'Tis the ocean's fatal rune.
Under yon far rim of sky
Twice ten thousand others lie.
Love is sweet and home is fair,
And your mother calls you there.

— — Onward, outward I must go
— — Where the mighty currents flow.
— — Home is anywhere for me
— — On this purple-tented sea.
— — Star and Wind and Sun my brothers,
— — Ocean one of many mothers.
— — Onward under sun and star
— — Where the weird adventures are!
— — Never port shall lift for me —
— — I am Wind and Sky and Sea!