"O that I might sail into this night,
Draw on my course in the teeth of the summer gale,
Divide the silver furrows of the sea,
Following the moonwake on the waves,
And at the cold hour of the windfall meet with the dawn.
O to be there now: the noise of the summer sea
About me, as summer scents from the land blown,
Wild thyme from the cliffs, honeysuckle & mown
Sweet hay, the rhythm of the tide to bear me
Onward, myself the wind, myself the sail"