4 8 he threaded his path o'er the aftermath of the splendour of the sun , and wandered far past many a star in his gleaming galleon.12 on the gathering tide of darkness ride the argosies of the sky , and spangle the night with their sails of light as the streaming star goes by.16 unheeding he dips past these twinkling ships , by his wayward spirit whirled on an endless quest through the darkling west o'er the margin of the world ; 20 and he fares in haste o'er the jewelled waste and the dusk from whence he came with his heart afire with bright desire and his face in silver flame.24 the ship of the moon from the east comes soon from the haven of the sun , whose white gates gleam in the coming beam of the mighty silver one.28 lo !