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TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. BY THE SHORE, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: All night by the shore
Last Line: Among you)—and turn landward over the rustling beach.
Subject(s): Sea; Ocean


ALL night by the shore.
The obscure water, the long white lines of advancing foam, the rustle and
thud, the panting sea-breaths, the pungent sea-smell,
The great slow air moving from the distant horizon, the immense mystery of
space, and the soft canopy of the clouds!

The swooning thuds go on—the drowse of ocean goes on:
The long inbreaths—the short sharp outbreaths—the silence
between.

I am a bit of the shore: the waves feed upon me, they come pasturing over
me;
I am glad, O waves, that you come pasturing over me.
I am a little arm of the sea: the same tumbling swooning dream goes
on—I feel the waves all around me, I spread myself through them.
How delicious! I spread and spread. The waves tumble through and over
me—they dash through my face and hair.
The night is dark overhead: I do not see them, but I touch them and hear
their gurgling laughter.

The play goes on!
The strange expanding indraughts go on!
Suddenly I am the Ocean itself: the great soft wind creeps over my face.
I am in love with the wind—I reach my lips to its kisses.
How delicious! all night and ages and ages long to spread myself to the
gliding wind!
But now (and ever) it maddens me with its touch: I arise and whirl in my
bed, and sweep my arms madly along the shores.

I am not sure any more which my own particular bit of shore is;
All the bays and inlets know me: I glide along in and out under the sun by
the beautiful coast-line;
My hair floats leagues behind me; millions together my children dash
against my face;
I hear what they say and am marvelously content.

All night by the shore;
And the sea is a sea of faces.

The long white lines come up—face after face comes and falls past
me—
Thud after thud. Is it pain or joy?
Face after face—endless!

I do not know; my sense numbs; a trance is on me—I am becoming
detached!
I am a bit of the shore:
The waves feed upon me, they pasture all over me, my feeling is strangely
concentrated at every point where they touch me;
I am glad O waves that you come pasturing over me.

I am detached, I disentangle myself from the shore; I have become
free—I float out and mingle with the rest.
The pain, the acute clinging desire, is over—I feel beings like myself
all around me, I spread myself through and through them, I am merged in a sea of
contact.
Freedom and equality are a fact. Life and joy seem to have begun for me.

The play goes on!
Suddenly I am the great living Ocean itself—the awful Spirit of
Immensity creeps over my face.

I am in love with it. All night and ages and ages long and for ever I pour
my soul out to it in love.
I spread myself out broader and broader for ever, that I may touch it and
be with it everywhere.
There is no end But ever and anon it maddens me with its touch I arise and
sweep away my bounds.

I know but I do not care any longer which my own particular body
is—all conditions and fortunes are mine.
By the ever-beautiful coast-line of human life, by all shores, in all
climates and countries, by every secluded nook and inlet,
Under the eye of my beloved Spirit I glid:
O joy! for ever, ever, joy!
I am not hurried—the whole of eternity is mine;
With each one I delay, with each one I dwell—with you I dwell.
The warm breath of each life ascends past me;
I take the thread from the fingers that are weary, and go on with the work;

The secretest thoughts of all are mine, and mine are the secretest thoughts
of all.

All night by the shore;
And the fresh air comes blowing with the dawn.
The mystic night fades—but my joy fades not.
I arise and cast a stone into the water (O sea of faces I cast this poem
among you)—and turn landward over the rustling beach.





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