The Vagrant of Time

by Charles G.D. Roberts




WE MOUNT the arc of ocean's round
     To meet the splendours of the sun;
Then downward rush into the dark
     When the blue, spacious day is done.

The slow, eternal drift of stars


     Draws over us until the dawn,
Then the grey steep we mount once more,
     And night is down the void withdrawn.

Space, and interminable hours,
     And moons that rise, and sweep, and fall,—

On-swinging earth, and orbèd sea,—
     And voyaging souls more vast than all!