To find, in stooping, rest.
DESIRE.
Lo, I desire! Sum of the ages’ growth—
Fruit of evolving—king of life—
I, holding in myself the outgrown past
In all its ever-rising forms—desire.
With the first grass-blade, I desire the sun;
With every bird that breathes, I love the air;
With fishes, joy in water; with my horse,
Exult in motion; with all living flesh,