Classic Poem

We shake the night with onset, the gale is in our faces.
On through night, through the night we ride.
Earth cries out from hid and omened places,
Secrets waken in cave, moraine and tide.
On through night, through the night we ride.

Back-blown flare of windy torch-light traces
For Columbus the isles that he descried.
Men of honor, leave the land's embraces,
Gold and fountain leave for those who died!
On through night, through the night we ride.

Down earth's end unfathomable spaces
Wait. Experience, cowering, turns to hide.
Hell yawns under the forward-beating paces,
Crystal spheres are shattered far and wide.
On through night, through the night we ride.

Rest we ask not, nor the good earth's graces,
Earth whom we to thousand suns allied.
Goal we know not. Deepest night encases
Heaven the road, and hell the road denied.
On through night, through the night we ride.