Whom best I love I cross. I swerve. I stand on fire.
Meal and bran, contempt and grace. To commix
With winds that sailors rail at, in simple and low things
To prince it much. Flow, flow, you heavenly blessings:
Royalty unlearned, honor untaught; our fangled world,
His radiant roof; the government of patience
As chaste as unsunned snow——The same dead thing alive.
Whom we reckon ourselves to be, so we do.
Fear no more… I’ll drink the words. As many inches
As you have oceans. Fear no more, the dream’s
here still. Firing it only here, even when I wake it is
Fear no more. Thou hast finished joy and moan.