Right far I made my riven way,
As life forlorn sank from my day.
Amber and veiled I set like gold:
My light though loving lingered cold;
But setting, and sunk delicate
I’ll draw to soft seas, infinite.
Ocean of life, westward I’ll draw
As never I had drawn before.
I’ll alight upon the silver sands
Of heaven’s hold, those sleeping lands –
Softly, softly to the shore,
Borne by the sails of something more.