Sail Away!

Blow High You Boreas, blow
your icy breathing cross
into our sail. Hiss through
your frosty teeth, come whistle
fiercely on the waves to
spout their foaming crests
against the shivering coast.

We trust your polar powers
to keep our given course
cause on the compass 
of our heart's compassion
the trilling needle points
to where the Eastern
Sun is rising, or to our
Smiling Moon, watching
over our Harbour Town.

We will connect the river
waters to your Northern
Seas. So blow You Boreas
from frozen heights, so 
that we go and sail
swiftly now our boat
into the far unknown,
Abroad, O Boreas
to near our deepest
Destiny.

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