Tossing of the whirl-blades,
And the crash of the sea below
A thousand silent singing tongues,
Whispers as they go.
And when I set my starry course
For heaven-bound once more,
I point toward the song’s bower,
Beyond a crumpled shore.
Up! And anchor lifts and groans!
The seas smash quick with light!
The flickers remind, the star stays on,
My ship to steer her by.
So bring awash the seas again,
And let them crackle at my door.
I trace this thread and hold it,
‘Til I run in sky once more.