| FROM the Past and Unavailing | |
| Out of cloudland we are steering: | |
| After groping, after fearing, | |
| Into starlight we come trailing, | |
| And we find the stars are true. | 5 |
| Still, O comrade, what of you? | |
| You are gone, but we are sailing, | |
| And the old ways are all new. | |
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| For the Lost and Unreturning | |
| We have drifted, we have waited; | 10 |
| Uncommanded and unrated, | |
| We have tossed and wandered, yearning | |
| For a charm that comes no more | |
| From the old lights by the shore: | |
| We have shamed ourselves in learning | 15 |
| What you knew so long before. | |
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| For the Breed of the Far-going | |
| Who are strangers, and all brothers, | |
| May forget no more than others | |
| Who looked seaward with eyes flowing. | 20 |
| But are brothers to bewail | |
| One who fought so foul a gale? | |
| You have won beyond our knowing, | |
| You are gone, but yet we sail. | |
