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.

GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY

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