Go into the fields where Nature's alone

And drink from her mystic wine

Divinity—till thou art even as She,

Great all ills of the world to forgive!

Live!

[Pg 45]

[Pg 45]

THE INFINITE'S QUEST

All night the rain

And the wind that beat

Dull wings of pain

On the seas without.

All night a Voice

That broke in my brain

And blew blind thoughts about.

All night they whirled

As a haunted throng

From some dim world

Where there is no rest.

All night the rain.

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