Between
two
seas
the
sea-bird's
wing
makes
halt,
Wind-weary; while
with
lifting
head
he
waits
For
breath
to
reinspire
him
from
the
gates
That
open
still
toward
sunrise
on
the
vault
High-domed
of
morning, and
in
flight's
default
With
spreading
sense
of
spirit
anticipates
What
new
sea
now
may
lure
beyond
the
straits
His
wings
exulting
that
her
winds
exalt
And
fill
them
full
as
sails
to
seaward
spread,
Fulfilled
with
fair
speed's
promise. Pass, my
song,
Forth
to
the
haven
of
thy
desire
and
dread,
The
presence
of
our
lord, long
loved
and
long
Far
off
above
beholden, who
to
thee
Was
as
light
kindling
all
a
windy
sea.