Drifting through vacant spaces vast of sleep, <br />One overtook me like a flying star <br />And whirled me onward in his glistering car. <br />From shade to shade the wingèd steeds did leap, <br />And clomb the midnight like a mountain-steep; <br />Till that vague world where men and women are, <br />Ev'n as a rushlight down the gulfs afar, <br />Paled and went out, upswallowed of the deep. <br /> <br />Then I to that ethereal charioteer: <br />'O whither through the vastness are we bound? <br />O bear me back to yonder blinded sphere!' <br />Therewith I heard the ends of night resound; <br />And, wakened by ten thousand echoes, found <br />That far-off planet lying all-too near.<br /><br />William Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/skyfaring/
