Sail fast, sail fast, br Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams; br Sweep lordly o'er the drowned Past, br Fly glittering through the sun's strange beams; br Sail fast, sail fast. br Breaths of new buds from off some drying lea br With news about the Future scent the sea: br My brain is beating like the heart of Haste: br I'll loose me a bird upon this Present waste; br Go, trembling song, br And stay not long; oh, stay not long: br Thou'rt only a gray and sober dove, br But thine eye is faith and thy wing is love.