Infinite Hungers Leap No More I In

I Have Need To Busy My Heart With Quietude.

Down The Blue Night The Unending Columns Press In Noiseless Tumult, Break And Wave And Flow

One May Not Doubt That, Somehow Good Shall Come Of Water And Of Mud; And Sure, The Reverent Eye Must See A Purpose In Liquidity.

And In That Heaven Of All Their Wish, There Shall Be No More Land, Say Fish

Proud, Then, Clear-eyed And Laughing, Go To Greet Death As A Friend!