Classic Poem

I

O wild heart, track the land's perfume,
Beach-roses and moor-heather!
All fragrancies of herb and bloom
Fail, out at sea, together.
O follow where aloft find room
Lark-song and eagle-feather!
All ecstasies of throat and plume
Melt, high on you blue weather.

O leave on sky and ocean lost
The flight creation dareth;
Take wings of love, that mount the most;
Find fame, that furthest fareth!
Thy flight, albeit amid her host
Thee, too, night star-like beareth,
Flying, thy breast on heaven's coast,
The infinite outweareth.

II

" Dead o'er us roll celestial fires;
Mute stand earth's ancient beaches;
Old thoughts, old instincts, old desires,
The passing hour outreaches;
The soul creative never tires, —
Evokes, adores, beseeches;
And that heart most the god inspires
Whom most its wildness teaches.

" For I will course through falling years,
And stars and cities burning;
And I will march through dying cheers
Past empires unreturning;
Ever the world-flame reappears
Where mankind power is earning,
The nations' hopes, the people's tears,
One with the wild heart yearning. "