the Dead。
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ANTHOLOGY OF MASSACHUSETTS POETS
THE FLIGHT
I
O WILD HEART; track the land's perfume; Beach…roses and moor…
heather! All fragrances 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 yon blue weather。
O leave on sky and ocean lost The flight creation dareth; Take wings
of love; that mounts 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; adcres; 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。
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