05.05.2009, 18:53
ART.
As o'er the sea's deep world-sustaining breast,
Climbing the steep horizon, onward bear
The thought-wing'd ships ; and each his track more fair
Believes, for 'tis his own, than all the rest;
Which not the less doth fade as 'tis imprest;
And the great waters, and cloud-traversed air,
With their enduring might, are only there;
And space of days unmeasured, East, and West:
Dread realms of Art, illimitable as ocean,
So fares man's spirit o'er your region waves ;
Proudly, and lonely, with a choral motion ;
Sunshine he courts, but tempests too he braves ;
Seeking the port, where, for their heart's devotion,
Fame lights her star over such seamen's graves.
As o'er the sea's deep world-sustaining breast,
Climbing the steep horizon, onward bear
The thought-wing'd ships ; and each his track more fair
Believes, for 'tis his own, than all the rest;
Which not the less doth fade as 'tis imprest;
And the great waters, and cloud-traversed air,
With their enduring might, are only there;
And space of days unmeasured, East, and West:
Dread realms of Art, illimitable as ocean,
So fares man's spirit o'er your region waves ;
Proudly, and lonely, with a choral motion ;
Sunshine he courts, but tempests too he braves ;
Seeking the port, where, for their heart's devotion,
Fame lights her star over such seamen's graves.