With lips that had hushed all their fury

Of foam and of winds that were strewn,

Of storm and of turbulent hurry,

The ocean sighed; heralding soon

A ship of miraculous glory,

Of pearl and of fire—the moon.

And up from the East, with a slipping

And shudder and clinging of light,

With a loos'ning of clouds and a dipping,

Outbound for the Havens of Night,

With a silence of sails and a dripping,

The vessel came, wonderful white.