June 21st.
I did just as I have always done before. I got desperate enough, and then I went to work. I said “I will! and I will! and I will!” I think I said nothing else for twenty-four hours.
And so the storm again, and the great waves speeding!
Is there any one who has ever watched the great waves?—How they go! They take you right with them. My verses shall be waves.
I am tired out again; but oh, I am filled with my music! There was never any poetry like it in the world!
And at the height of it I cry out: “I am free! I am free!
“I won't have to stop again!