The wreckage of some name-forgotten barque, br Half-buried by the dolorous shore; br Whereto the living waters never more br Their urgent billows pour; br But the salt spray can reach and cark -- br br So lies my spirit, lonely and forlorn, br On Being's strange and perilous strand. br And rusted sword and fleshless hand br Point from the smothering sand; br And anchor chainless and out-worn. br br But o'er what Deep, unconquered and uncharted, br And steering by what vanished star; br And where my dim-imagined consorts are, br Or hidden harbour far, br From whence my sails, unblessed, departed, br br Can memory, nor still intuition teach. br And so I watch with alien eyes br This World's remote and unremembered skies; br While around me weary rise br The babblings of a foreign speech.