Why Do I See These Empty Boats, Sailing On Airy Seas? One Haunted Me The Whole Night Long, Swaying With Every Breeze, Returning Always Near The Eaves, Or By The Skylight Glass: There It Will Wait Me Many Weeks, And Then, At Last, Will Pass. Each Soul Is Haunted By A Ship In Which That Soul Might Ride And Climb The Glorious Mysteries Of Heaven'S Silent Tide In Voyages That Change The Very Metes And Bounds Of Fate - O Empty Boats, We All Refuse, That By Our Windows Wait!