Light within the Shade: Eight Hundred Years of Hungarian Poetry

On New Waters I Walk

e n dr e ady | 73 On New Waters I Walk Fear not, my ship, for you carry Tomorrow, The drunken oarsman they jeer at, the hero. Fly, my brave ship, Fear not, my ship, for you carry Tomorrow. Ever soaring, soaring, forever soaring New Waters, huge Waters, virginal, roaring, Fly, my brave ship, Ever soaring, soaring, forever soaring. What need have I of last season’s dreamed dreamings? New waters I walk, new pains, secrets, yearnings. Fly, my brave ship, What need have I of last season’s dreamed dreamings? I won’t play fiddle for the grey ones’ capers In the holy ghost’s or the taproom’s vapors; Fly, my brave ship, I won’t play fiddle for the grey ones’ capers. 1905 ...