text: Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing;
  I look far out into the pregnant night,
  Where I can hear a solemn booming gun
  And catch the gleaming of a random light,
  That tells me that the ship I seek is passing, passing.
  
  My tearful eyes my soul's deep hurt are glassing;
  For I would hail and check that ship of ships.
  I stretch my hands imploring, cry aloud,
  My voice falls dead a foot from mine own lips,
  And but its ghost doth reach that vessel, passing, passing.
  
  O Earth, O Sky, O Ocean, both surpassing,
  O heart of mine, O soul that dreads the dark!
  Is there no hope for me? Is there no way
  That I may sight and check that speeding bark
  Which out of sight and sound is passing, passing?