 | The collected poems of Arthur Edward Waite |  |
ONWARD
Beyond the breakers lies the free,Unfathomable space of sea;
Beyond the sea some harbour far;
And that beyond new countries are.
From cliff to hill, from hill to plain,
We pass and find a further main;
Until we reach where time is not,
Brothers! But then beyond it—what?
Peace, doubting heart which questions thus—
Peace! Do not all things answer us?
Or if they speak not, all and each,
Silence gives deeper hints than speech.
| The collected poems of Arthur Edward Waite | |