The flesh is sad, alas! and all the books are read.Flight, only flight! I feel that birds are wild to treadThe floor of unknown foam, and to attain the skies!Nought, neither ancient gardens mirrored in the eyes,Shall hold this heart that bathes in waters its delight,O nights! nor yet my waking lamp, whose lonely lightShadows the vacant paper, whiteness profits best,Nor the young wife who rocks her baby on her breast.I will depart! O steamer, swaying rope and spar,Lift anchor for exotic lands that lie afar!A weariness, outworn by cruel hopes, still clingsTo the last farewell handkerchief's last beckonings!And are not these, the masts inviting storms, not theseThat an awakening wind bends over wrecking seas,Lost, not a sail, a sail, a flowering isle, ere long?But, O my heart, hear thou, hear thou the sailors' song!
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