A Song of the Future

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            Sail fast, sail fast,
      Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams;
      Sweep lordly o’er the drowned Past,
      Fly glittering through the sun’s strange beams;
            Sail fast, sail fast.
Breaths of new buds from off some drying lea
With news about the Future scent the sea:
My brain is beating like the heart of Haste:
I’ll loose me a bird upon this Present waste;
            Go, trembling song,
      And stay not long; oh, stay not long:
      Thou’rt only a gray and sober dove,
      But thine eye is faith and thy wing is love.