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 That leaps up light to wrestle with the sea For pure heart's gladness and large ecstasy, Up sprang the might of Tristram; and his soul Yearned for delight within him, and waxed whole As a young child's with rapture of the hour That brought his spirit and all the world to flower, And all the bright blood in his veins beat time To the wind's clarion and the water's chime That called him and he followed it and stood On the sand's verge before the grey great flood Where the white hurtling heads of waves that met Rose unsaluted of the sunrise yet. And from his heart's root outward shot the sweet Strong joy that thrilled him to the hands and feet, Filling his limbs with pleasure and glad might, And his soul drank the immeasurable delight That earth drinks in with morning, and the free Limitless love that lifts the stirring sea When on her bare bright bosom as a bride She takes the young sun, perfect in his pride, Home to his place with passion: and the heart Trembled for joy within the man whose part Was here not least in living; and his mind Was rapt abroad beyond man's meaner kind And pierced with love of all things and with mirth Moved to make one with heaven and heavenlike earth And with the light live water. So awhile He watched the dim sea with a deepening smile, And felt the sound and savour and swift flight Of waves that fled beneath the fading night