Circumstance—blown like a flower;—
Time—the second of an hour:—
And the wind was groaning.
To the central third one's full
Balanced being beautiful
Heart, to hearken, made a lull,—
And the sea was moaning, moaning;—
As she sternly stooped to me:
"Thou dost know and thou canst see;
What thou art arise and be!"—