Our mental dalliance with the lighter vein
Is possible in cities of the plain,
In pleasant meadows, or where gardens are;
And on the fringe and margin of the sea,
Such happy refuge comes to you and me.
But compass'd by the immeasurable main,
Or on those heights where nothing intervenes
Betwixt the climber and a certain star,
Let inward majesty to outward scenes
So consciously respond,
That, when the shallows into silence fall,
Our soundless deeps within the soul may call
And Words of Life make answer from beyond.