I will fly beyond all reaching
Forsaking all precious things of life
The music of winds and vibrating strings
And my golden aspirations
No more will I see the blue distant hills
Beneath the lofting and lowering clouds
The gleaming of half-hidden silver streams
Beckonings of lonely lakes
The starry depths of deep wells
No more to hear the songs of birds
Or the sighing of the night-wind
No more to hear the surf that shouts to the shore
No more sensing the fresh breath of the forest
Or the voluptuous perfume of the rose
Or the scent that comes at Eventide
From far-distant and undiscovered islands
Over dim oceans
Unending and unexplored