Over Far Seas

by Peter Saint-Andre

O birds of the spirit, who soar
Above the ocean of becoming,
Who ever seek ahead for more,
Who find their highest joy in coming

To know: what matters it if I
Am wrecked against infinity?
For other, stronger birds will fly
Beyond me and then cross the sea.

(Daybreak, ยง575)

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