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;
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this could be from the heart of Noah releasing the dove from the arc- -or it could be any mortal man searching for a new land- -gorgeous poet skills and words
Certainly one of the Princes of English/American Poetry!
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; Amazing poem.