By Maurice Sceve, French, 1510-1562
Every long and wide expanse of sea,
Every whirling verge of solid land,
Every mountain ridge both low & high,
Every distant site of day & night,
Every space between, O you who unsettle me,
Will be filled by your inexorability.
Thus traversing the spans of time,
You will surmount the height of stars,
Your sacred name, under my lazy spell,
Setting full sail, beyond all heaven & all hell.