MAN sails the deep awhile; <br />Loud runs the roaring tide; <br />The seas are wild and wide; <br />O'er many a salt, o'er many a desert mile, <br />The unchained breakers ride, <br />The quivering stars beguile. <br /> <br />Hope bears the sole command; <br />Hope, with unshaken eyes, <br />Sees flaw and storm arise; <br />Hope, the good steersman, with unwearying hand, <br />Steers, under changing skies, <br />Unchanged toward the land. <br /> <br />O wind that bravely blows! <br />O hope that sails with all <br />Where stars and voices call! <br />O ship undaunted that forever goes <br />Where God, her admiral, <br />His battle signal shows! <br /> <br />What though the seas and wind <br />Far on the deep should whelm <br />Colours and sails and helm? <br />There, too, you touch that port that you designed - <br />There, in the mid-seas' realm, <br />Shall you that haven find. <br /> <br />Well hast thou sailed: now die, <br />To die is not to sleep. <br />Still your true course you keep, <br />O sailor soul, still sailing for the sky; <br />And fifty fathom deep <br />Your colours still shall fly.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/man-sails-the-deep-awhile/
