YET, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also; br Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ankles! br Earth to a chamber of mourning turns--I hear the o'erweening, mocking br voice, br Matter is conqueror--matter, triumphant only, continues onward. br br br Despairing cries float ceaselessly toward me, br The call of my nearest lover, putting forth, alarm'd, uncertain, br The Sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me, br Come tell me where I am speeding--tell me my destination.