Amidst, Amidst

Amidst, amidst Amidst the waves The ocean-waves that sparkle on the pilot sea And glisten in the night to dancing forms Of elfin size in silent prancing lost. Aloft, aloft My soul I have let go That it may find at last Its home, the yearning-prize Wherein it must go now: The ocean-sea that sparkles in the night. I hear the chains cut I hear the pains fall I hear my dress of breath Fall in the channel sea, beyond the straits Where the wide Ocean beckons and awaits: Where the wide night yet sparkles full as day Where the dawn riseth from its eastern cave Where beauty surfeits by excess of love: Where the Good rests and stays My soul will sail. And from the triad of rocks that menacing Stands in the ocean path The sirens sing their lay. Yet the night shines and there is light The soul sails on, the siren-song by-passed Withers and loses in the ocean’s vast. The breezes blow, the breezes blow my face. And the soul sails, still sails this night.