Classic Poem

In the uttermost regions of ocean,
Out of sight of all seasons and lands,
Where the stars and the sea-winds have motion,
My desire and the soul of me stands.
As a flame that relumes ere it dwindles,
With the dawn and the darkness made one,
So the fire of its passion rekindles
Before it is done.

Is there noise of its wings as they flutter?
Hath the sea taken heed of their flight?
Shall the infinite silences utter
What the day hath not uttered to night?
By the sands of the seas of old ages,
On the shore of the measureless years,
Where the storm-wind of centuries rages
And nobody hears!