Now in my breast the sole and sovereign Power
Puts forth his strength, and through a million veins
I feel the tidal stream of life that strains
Toward the dark sea that doth all streams devour:
This is the noontide of my spirit's hour,
Through all my frame the imperious rhythm reigns —
And the one self, that deep in me sustains
His being, stands fulfilled in fullest flower.

Now through my brain the blood's rich purple roars,
Washing her cells with wine of song and dream,
And in my breast the embattled Splendor wars
On the dark foe, and rages for extreme
Wrath and delight; and all my being pours
Through Love and Song toward the escape supreme.