Nothing but a speck we seem
In the waste of waters round,
Floating, floating like a dream, —
Outward bound.
"Outward Bound"; Poems Since 1860 - Poems (1866)
Nothing but a speck we seem
In the waste of waters round,
Floating, floating like a dream, —
Outward bound.
"Outward Bound"; Poems Since 1860 - Poems (1866)