Presence still wars and still is warred upon,
Slays and is slain: while fiercely all around
Shakes the eternal love-song in shrill sound,
Of grasshopper and cricket—sleepless flow
The immortal tides of longing to and fro
On waves of music; endless is the prayer
Of life to the belovèd, everywhere
Lifted in adoration: on dark shores
Beats the insistent passion that implores
The one dear breast of pity or disdain,