Passionless being, beauty without bound.
How deep the mind’s repose!
The vagrant sea-breeze blows
With kindred pulses through the fragrant shade;
And sod and soul are blent
In blest enfranchisement,—
Prefiguring the end for all things made.
For life and love, supreme
Beyond the poet’s dream,
Shall bear all being to its blissful goal;