When I did sail across the boundless sea
Through waves and wondrous shores, and wayward winds,
I traveled into earth's philosophy,
And saw the ocean’s daunting thrills,
Its majesty become a living thought—
At nature’s host I did but hardly glimpse.
I only wish to see what beauty wrought,
From shoreless seas to forests, meadows, leas,
And many sights that held me overawed.
That endless dream I now no longer see,
For I’m in glory’s blindness now confined,
And now I pray to once again be free.
When I do close my eyes one final time,
I only wish to dwell in nature’s shrine.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
When I did sail across the boundless sea
Through waves and wondrous shores, and wayward winds,
I traveled into earth's philosophy,
And saw the ocean’s daunting thrills,
Its majesty become a living thought—
At nature’s host I did but hardly glimpse.
I only wish to see what beauty wrought,
From shoreless seas to forests, meadows, leas,
And many sights that held me overawed.
That endless dream I now no longer see,
For I’m in glory’s blindness now confined,
And now I pray to once again be free.
When I do close my eyes one final time,
I only wish to dwell in nature’s shrine.
