Canto I
Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits,Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter earth,Come, let us go,—to a land wherein gods of the old time wandered,Where every breath even now changes to ether divine.Come, let us go; though withal a voice whisper, ‘The world that we live in,Whithersoever we turn, still is the same narrow crib;’Tis but to prove limitation, and measure a cord, that we travel;Let who would ’scape and be free go to his chamber and think;’Tis but to change idle fancies for memories wilfully falser;’Tis but to go and have been.’—Come, little bark! let us go.