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Gathered from primal mist and firmament; O surging shape of Life's unfathomed moan, Whelming humanity with fears unmeant; Yet do I love you, far above all fear, And loving you unconquerably trust The runes that from your ageless surfing start Would read, were they revealed, gust upon gust, That Immortality is might of heart! SEA-MAD (_A Breton Maid_) Three waves of the sea came up on the wind to me! One said: "Away! he is dead! Upon my foam I have flung his head! Go back to your cote, you never shall wed!-- (Nor he!)" Three waves of the sea came up on the wind to me. Two brake. The third with a quake Cried loud, "O maid, I'll find for thy sake His dead lost body: prepare his wake!" (And back it plunged to the sea!) Three waves of the sea came up on the wind to me. One bore-- And swept on the shore-- His pale, pale face I shall kiss no more! Ah, woe to women death passes o'er! (Woe's me!) THE ATHEIST Over a scurf of rocks the tide Wanders inward far and wide, Lifting the sea-weed's sloven hair, Filling the pools and foaming there, Sighing, sighing everywhere. Merged are the marshes, merged the sands, Save the dunes with pine-tree hands Stretching upward toward the sky, Where the sun, their god, moves high: Would I too had a god--yea, I! For, the sea is to me but sea, And the sky but infinity. Tides and times are but some chance Born of a primal atom-dance. All is a mesh of Circumstance. In it there is no Heart--no Soul-- No illimitable Goal-- Only wild happenings, by wont Made into laws no might can shunt From the deep grooves in which they hunt. Wings of the gull I watch or claws Of the cold crab whose strangeness awes: Faces of men that feel the force Of a hid thing they call life's course: It is their hoping or remorse. Yet it may be that I have missed Something that only they who tryst, Not with the sequence of events But with their viewless Immanence, Find and acclaim with spirit-sense. AT THE HELM (_Nova Scotia_) Fog, and a wind that blows the sea Blindly into my eyes. And I know not if my soul shall be When the day dies. But if it be not and I lose All that men live to
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