Return, they cry, ere yet your day
⁠Set, and the sky grow stern:
Return, strayed souls, while yet ye may
⁠Return.

⁠But heavens beyond us yearn;
Yea, heights of heaven above the sway
⁠Of stars that eyes discern.

The soul whose wings from shoreward stray
⁠Makes toward her viewless bourne
Though trustless faith and unfaith say,
⁠Return.