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…