I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.

We love not this French God, the child of hell, Wild War, who breaks the converse of the wise; But though we love kind Peace so well, We dare not even by silen…

And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.

He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watche…

They darted down and rose up like a wave Or buzzed impetuously as before; One would have thought the corpse was held a slave To living by the life it bore!

It is as natural and as right for a young man to be imprudent and exaggerated, to live in swoops and circles, and beat about his cage like any other wild thing…

You behold a range of exhausted volcanoes. Not a flame flickers on a single pallid crest.