The great voyage
Through all the nighttime heaven’s
Profound embrace there plough
The air-ships of the star-fleet.
A world in every prow.
I stand on earth-ship’s foredeck;
I sail the selfsame seas.
Among the stars, earth’s island
sails too with greatest ease.
On board the airborne world-fleet
A host of souls are found:
Yet not one single soul there
Saw whither they were bound.
But each will reach safe haven,
The nighttime heaven crossed.
No bark will run aground there
And not one soul be lost.