O sea that preceded us, your terrors
Hid coral, beaches, and forests.
Tearing off the veil from night and fog,
From storms withstood and from the unknown,
The ships of initiation saw the Distance
Burst into bloom, and the starry South shimmered.
Severe line of that distant coast—
As the ship draws near, a slope emerges
With trees that from afar were invisible.
Nearer, the land opens in sounds and colors;
And, once ashore, there are birds and flowers
Where just a far-off, abstract line had run.
To dream is to see invisible forms In the uncertain distance, and then,
With intuitive thrusts of hope and will,
To seek in that cold horizon Beaches, trees, birds, flowers and fountains—
The kisses Truth gives to those who deserve them.
Far Horizon Coast by William Hays