Across Sea-Meadows Measureless I Go, My Wagon Sinking Under Grass So Tall The Flowery Petals In Foam On Me Fall, And Blossom-Isles Float By I Do Not Know. No Pathway Can The Deepening Twilight Show; I Seek The Beckoning Stars Which Sailors Call, And Watch The Clouds. What Lies There Brightening All? The Dneister'S, The Steppe-Ocean'S Evening Glow! The Silence! I Can Hear Far Flight Of Cranes-- So Far The Eyes Of Eagle Could Not Reach-- And Bees And Blossoms Speaking Each To Each; The Serpent Slipping Adown Grassy Lanes; From My Far Home If Word Could Come To Me!-- Yet None Will Come. On, O'Er The Meadow-Sea!