Place of Souls 

Above the soft sweep of the breathless bay 
Southwestward, far past flight of night and day, 
Lower than the sunken sunset sinks, and higher 
Than dawn can freak the front of heaven with fire, 
My thought with eyes and wings made wide makes way 
To find the place of souls that I desire. 

-Algernon Charles Swinburne, 
In the Bay, 1878