Between two seas the sea-bird’s wing makes halt
…Wind-weary; while with lifting head he waits
…For what may come of glory thro’ the gates
That open still toward sunrise on the vault
High-domed of morning, & in flight’s default
…With spreading sense of spirit anticipates
…What new sea now may lure beyond the straits
His wings exulting that her winds exult
And fill them full as sails to seaward spread
…Fulfilled with fair speed’s promise. Pass, my song,
Forth to the heaven of thy desire & dread,
…The presence of our lord, long loved & long
Far above beholden, who to thee
Was as light kindling all a windy sea.

— Algernon Charles Swinburne