| WE are resolved into the supreme air, | |
| We are made one with what we touch and see, | |
| With out heart’s blood each crimson sun is fair, | |
| With our young lives each spring-impassioned tree | |
| Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range | 5 |
| The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change. | |
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| With beat of systole and of diastole | |
| One grand great life throbs through earth’s giant heart, | |
| And mighty waves of single Being roll | |
| From nerveless germ to man, for we are part | 10 |
| Of every rock and bird and beast and hill, | |
| One with the things that prey on us, and one with what we kill.… | |
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| And we two lovers shall not sit afar, | |
| Critics of nature, but the joyous sea | |
| Shall be our raiment, and the bearded star | 15 |
| Shoot arrows at our pleasure! We shall be | |
| Parts of the mighty universal whole, | |
| And through all aeons mix and mingle with the Kosmic Soul! | |
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| We shall be notes in that great Symphony | |
| Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres, | 20 |
| And all the live World’s throbbing heart shall be | |
| One with our heart; the stealthy creeping years | |
| Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die, | |
| The Universe itself shall be our Immortality! | |
