But to declare the Truth. Who shall assign
Aright his lot, him shall I flush with strength,
Leaping from might to might. Each vision true
Opens to wider bliss: each vanquished thrall
Touches to larger freedom; lea on lea
Bounding to vision to Life’s uttermost length.
I woo not, but am woo’d; and yet withal
Woo I; imperative my lineaments woo
For sheer vitality. Thus shall I thee.
Think’st thou the end shall fail? Who perseveres