A Song Of The Future.

Sail fast, sail fast,
Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams;
Sweep lordly o'er the drowned Past,
Fly glittering through the sun's strange beams;
Sail fast, sail fast.
Breaths of new buds from off some drying lea
With news about the Future scent the sea:
My brain is beating like the heart of Haste:
I'll loose me a bird upon this Present waste;
Go, trembling song,
And stay not long; oh, stay not long:
Thou'rt only a gray and sober dove,
But thine eye is faith and thy wing is love.

by Sidney Lanier

Comments (5)

Breaths of new buds from off some drying lea With news about the Future scent the sea: My brain is beating like the heart of Haste: I'll loose me a bird upon this Present waste; Amazing poem.
this could be from the heart of Noah releasing the dove from the arc- -or it could be any mortal man searching for a new land- -gorgeous poet skills and words
This poem is refreshing!
I like this poem, it's quite good
Certainly one of the Princes of English/American Poetry!