Merry Voyage
What merry voyage doth thy take?
If thou hast seen this dancing world
Hold high thy mighty hand
And spear the afternoon sun with movement swift,
But doth –
Look o’er the moonlight still
Where sleeping widows lay.
If thou hast seen this dancing world
Hold high not thou spear as before
E’er with thy touch!
Release thy palms of even riverbeds.
Look! Here! Thy hands drip forth a water
A water of black night –
And in that night thine death awakens.
No sunlight thus could wake thou still.
No movement sun could wake thou o’er
The spearing voyage thou hast departed.
