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.

Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, — Outward bound.

Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, — Outward bound.

Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, — Outward bound.