With -Hope and Enterprise, else all alone,
All silent in our swan-beaked skiff sat we,
Seven sailors dropping down a stream unknown,
On a strange voyage towards an unknown sea.

The moon revealed her sitting on a stone,
Veiled in white spray, entrancingly sang she:
" O strive no longer towards the sea unknown,
My grot your goal, my kiss your guerdon be."

She melted into air — long days have flown,
Yet moveless-in our moveless bark sit we,
And gaze for her return, and muse and moan,
And think no more upon the unknown sea.