O’er many a threatening torrent here, chasm, wide and great;
And ever man and gods shall their new links create—
Some for service and for song, and some for wonder and delight;
And some time, somewhere the Bridge—to everlasting light.
THE MIGHT OF MATUTINAL MUSIC
When awaking from dreams completely refresht,
My body reclining still;
With a soul alive and a heart at rest,
And master too of my will—