The seas of Time with jewels shine and rise on every side; Not for me an earthbound sea or ebbing moon-tossed tide; Sing me the legends of the stars, the sagas of Mankind ....
I feel the Love that moves the Earth, That stirs the sea and blows the sand; All of my days so sadly stand - - - There is no ring upon my hand. The shining intellect which woke
Not of my choosing, mother, Nor father of my earthly form; Not of my choosing to be young or old, No other path is paved with gold Through passive quiet or destructive storm.
