I am eternal!
I throb through the ages;
I am the Master
Of each of Life's stages.
I quicken the blood
Of the mate-craving lover;
The age-frozen heart
With daisies I cover.
Down through the ether
I hurl constellations;
Up from their earth-bed
I wake the carnations.
I laugh in the flame
As I kindle and fan it;
I crawl in the worm;
I leap in the planet.
Forth from its cradle
I pilot the river;
In lightning and earthquake
I flash and I quiver.
My breath is the wind;
My bosom the ocean;
My form's undefined;
My essence is motion.
The braggarts of science
Would weigh and divide me;
Their wisdom evading,
I vanish and hide me.
My glances are rays
From stars emanating;
My voice through the spheres
Is sound, undulating.
I am the monarch
Uniting all matter:
The atoms I gather;
The atoms I scatter.
I pulse with the tides--
Now hither, now thither;
I grant the tree sap;
I bid the bud wither.
I always am present,
Yet nothing can bind me;
Like thought evanescent,
They lose me who find me.
8. I consider a poem of this kind (and I regret that there are very few
such in any language) to stand at the very summit of poetic aspiration.
For not only is it perfect in form, and is thus a thing of beauty made
by the hands of man, but its subject is of the very highest, since it is
a hymn, a praise of God, even though the name of the Most High be not
there. For what is heaven? Heaven is a state where the fellowship of
man with man is such as to leave no room for want to the one while there
is abundance to the other. Heaven is a state where the wants of the
individual are so cared for that he needs the help of none. But if there
be no longer any need of toiling, neither for neighbor nor for self,
what is there left for the soul to do but to praise God and glorify
creation? A hymn like the above, then, is the outflow of a spirit which
hath a heavenly peace. And this is precisely the occupation with which
the imagination endows the angels; the highest flight of the soul is
therefore that in which it is so divested of the interests of the earth
as to be filled only with reverence and worship. And this hymn to Force
seems to me to have come from a spirit which, at the time of its writing
at least, attained such freedom from the earthly.
9. Such a poem being then at one end of the scale, the highest because
it gratifies the soul's highest need, on the opposite end, on the
lowest, is found that which gratifies the soul's lowest need, its need
for novelty, its curiosity. And this is done by purely narrative
writing, of which the following is a good example:--