On that strange sea <br />Where Man's bark moves as toward eternity, <br />What sails put forth that are not seen again! <br />.... Joyous it may be, or in pain, <br />The mariner doth drive still on and on <br />Beneath no mortal star, <br />And to no mortal port — as one <br />Who may but anchor somewhere so afar, <br />Not himself recks if he shall reach no more <br />In that tremendous sea another shore: <br />He is so like a wave himself at last, <br />He would toss through the future as the past — <br />But tethered as a whale is to a wave, <br />So he might still the one life have <br />Through all the changes that may be <br />On that tremendous sea!<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sea-of-time/
