What answering thrill would ’round the planet run!

For we are one; all Consciousness is one,

Whatever form it wear, however dressed

In gray or glamour, in whatever breast

It lift its longing: glimmering it moves

Through the green wave; it stamps with startled hooves

The upland pastures of the world, and soars

In heaven with the eagle; on bright shores

It basks a sunny body, or in dread

Lifts from the undergrowth a snaky head