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 My spirit onward on thine element,— Beyond thine element,—to tremble low Before those feet which trod thee as they trod Earth,—to the holy, happy, peopled place, Where there is no more sea. Yea, and my soul, Having put on thy vast similitude, Hath wildly moaned at her proper depth, Echoed her proper musings, veil'd in shade Her secrets of decay, and exercised An elemental strength, in casting up Rare gems and things of death on fancy's shore, Till Nature said, 'Enough.' Who longest dreams, Dreams not for ever; seeing day and night And corporal feebleness divide his dreams, And, on his elevate creations weigh With hunger, cold, heat, darkness, weariness: Else should we be like gods; else would the course Of thought's free wheels, increased in speed and might