Where boundless bays repose;"Where sleeps the sea along the strandOf sky-like slopes that wearSo rich a light the very nightForgets to linger there."It seems to me, if such there be,No man could pass it by;And I will make, for thy dear sake,This voyage before I die."And if I fail that port to hail,God fend my soul. Oh, pray!The task I take for love's sweet sakeMay wash some sins away."