We hear the low chant that may bind us,
The song from the ultimate shore.
We come that our lover may find us
His bride as he found us before.
We listen, and love; and his voice is the voice of the
God we adore.
ORPHEUS
Come forth in your gladness,
O end of all these!
O sorrow and madness
And passion and ease,
Sharp joy and sweet sadness,
Deep life and deep peace !
Come forth! I invoke you, ringed round, earth’s girdle,
the manifold seas !
THE SEA
I hear but one voice in our voices ;
One tune, multitudinous notes;
One life that burns low or rejoices,
One song from the numberless throats.
Where ice on my bosom is piled,
Where palm-fronded islands begem
My breast, where I rage in the wild
White storms, where I lap the low hem
Of earth’s mantle, or war on her crags, I am one, and my
soul is in them.
I am mother of earth and her daughter ;
I am father of heaven and his son ;
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