"I have come down to thee coming to me, love; I stand, I stand On the solid sand; I see thee coming to me, love; The sea runs up to me on the sand: I start--'tis as if thou hadst stretched thine hand And touched me through the sea, love. I feel as if I must die, For there's something longs to fly, Fly and fly, to thee, love. As the blood of the flower ere she blows Is beating up to the sun, And her roots do hold her down, And it blushes and breaks undone In a rose, So my blood is beating in me, love! I see thee nigh and nigher; And my soul leaps up like sudden fire, My life's in the air To meet thee there, To meet thee coming to me, love! Over the sea, Coming to me, Coming, and coming to me, love!" "The boats are lowered: I leap in first, Pull, boys, pull! or my heart will burst! More! more!--lend me an oar!-- I'm thro' the breakers! I'm on the shore! I see thee waiting for me, love!" "A sudden storm Of sighs and tears, A clenching arm, A look of years. In my bosom a thousand cries, A flash like light before my eyes, And I am lost in thee, love!" THE SOUL From 'Balder' And as the mounting and descending bark, Borne on exulting by the under deep, Gains of the wild wave something not the wave, Catches a joy of going and a will Resistless, and upon the last lee foam Leaps into air beyond it,--so the soul Upon the Alpine ocean mountain-tossed, Incessant carried up to heaven, and plunged To darkness, and, still wet with drops of death, Held into light eternal, and again Cast down, to be again uplift in vast And infinite succession, cannot stay The mad momentum. ENGLAND From 'Balder'