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 And thro’ that ever-importuning voice, My soul divines and claims a sister-soul, That, clothed upon with whatsoever joys, Finds never freedom from the stern control Of that same dark and irresistible Force Me also driving on a chartless course.

I would not fling away my life, God knows, But―should this rock lean over...should I fall, Sink, rise...then feel thine arms about me close, Feel this my life ta’en from me, once for all: I. so I faced and found THATO my Sea, To what a haven wouldst thou have guided me!

What craving, dost thou clamour day and night? Seeking for what, can I desire life past? Death! Death! within thy dark shall we find light, And, ’mid thy void, our certain goal at last?— Find, as it were, some once-familiar Breast That will regather us—and so find rest?