A QUEST.
ALL in the summer even, When sea and sky were bright, As royally the sunset Went forth to meet the night,
My Love and I were sailing Into the shining West, To find some Happy Island, Some Paradise of rest.
We steered where sunset splendor Made golden all the shore; The rocks behind its brightness Were cruel as before.
Within the caves sang sirens; But there the whirlpools be: Not there the Happy Islands, Not there the peaceful sea.
Toward the deep mid-ocean Tides ran and swift winds blew; It must be there those Islands Await the longing view.