tubesound

From firmamant I take my leave,
Your pardon if my plea believe,
That I, your wanderer; nomad birth,
Should be cut loose from ties of earth,

Fair swift and true my nobel kite,
To bear me fast beyond the light,
Where hours fixed in eight advance,
And somance lost is gained perchance,

In one day I shall not be seen
(More than months a sail would ride)
As found the good ship Philippine:
Unwanted leave from suicide.