Epilogue

At times a vision lifts my soul apart,
Descending on me at my daily task
It sends a sudden music through my heart
And gives, that moment, all my life can ask:
No vague delusion, no uncertain show,
It is Athing that I can feel and know;
It brings life's sure and vast reality....

Miles inland, plowmen smell the distant sea —
Like glorious wine its taste goes through their lips,
And they stop plowing, thinking of its ships!
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