THULE

If thou art sweet as they are sad

Who on the shores of Time's salt sea

Watch on the dim horizon fade

Ships bearing love to night and thee;

If past all beacons Hope hath lit

In the dark wanderings of the deep

They who unwilling traverse it

Dream not till dawn unseal their sleep;

Ah, cease not in thy winds to mock

Us, who yet wake, but cannot see

Thy distant shores; who at each shock

Of the waves’ onset faint for thee!