Music doth uplift me like a sea
    Towards my planet pale,
    Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinity
    I lift my wandering sail.

    With breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee,
    And through the cordage wail,
    I mount the hurrying waves night hides from me
    Beneath her sombre veil.

    I feel the tremblings of all passions known
    To ships before the breeze;
    Cradled by gentle winds, or tempest-blown

    I pass the abysmal seas
    That are, when calm, the mirror level and fair
    Of my despair!