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Rh Lesser men feign greater goals,

Failing whereof they may sit

Scholarly to judge the souls

That go down into the pit,

And, despite its certain clay,

Heave a new world towards the day.

These at labour make no sign,

More than planets, tides or years

Which discover God's design,

Not our hopes and not our fears;

Nor in aught they gain or lose

Seek a triumph or excuse.

THE SEA AND THE HILLS

1902

HO hath desired the Sea?—the sight of salt water unbounded—

The heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber wind-hounded?

The sleek-barrelled swell before storm, grey, foamless, enormous, and growing—

Stark calm on the lap of the Line or the crazy-eyed hurricane blowing—