Mine is the bellowing, all-receiving sea, Mine the long beaches blurred with drifted foam, Mine the blind earth, the human lights of home, The midnight shuddering, deepening endlessly. Mine is the world to-night! Yea! Mine shall be Vistas and vaster worlds, a certain dower, When after faith, free love and conscious power,. Soul dares desire its own infinity. Naught can be asked or given for all is ours: Ours of all space the cold incessant miles, Ours of all time the full, unstinting hours; And ours the sea beyond, that round the warm Shores of our being whiles will sleep and whiles Breathe thro' the soul the epic voice of storm. |