As round this earthly globe the oceans pour
All earthly life is wrapped in dreams of wonder;
Then night comes on and with its waves of thunder
That ocean beats upon its shore.

For thus it speaks: it forces us, demanding
Now quivers by the pier our magic barque;
The tide comes up and bears us from the landing
And deep into the welt'ring dark.

The vault of heaven with stellar glory rounded,
Mysterious, peers downward from the height-
As we sail on by blazing gulfs surrounded
Across the wide abyss of night.

Feodor Ivanovich Tyutchev (1803-1873)

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