Far and afar and farther again they falter and hover,
⁠Warm on the water and deep in the sky and pale on the cloud:
Colder again and slowly remoter, afraid to recover
⁠Breath, yet fain to revive, as it seems, from the skirt of the shroud.
Faintly the heartbeats shorten and pause of the light in the westward
⁠Heaven, as eastward quicken the paces of star upon star
Hurried and eager of life as a child that strains to the breast-ward
⁠Eagerly, yearning forth of the deeps where the ways of them are,
Glad of the glory of the gift of their life and the wealth of its wonder,
⁠Fain of the night and the sea and the sweet wan face of the earth.