Classic Poem

Lo, eastward o'er the billows white,
Faint-smiling wakes the Child of Night
From dreams all rosy with delight: —
What means, O Sea, thy moaning?

Full noon: and o'er a cloudless sky
Soft winnowings of fragrance fly:
In all the land no shadows lie: —
What means, O Sea, thy moaning?

Far westward, o'er a dying glow,
Long funeral waves of darkness flow;
Ah, well-a-day! too late I know
What means, O Sea, thy moaning!

Go towards the light:
Ask no questions — go towards the light
The course is unknown by roads uncut and seas unsailed:
Enemies lurk in every shadow (and God):
There's the great cause: go towards the light.