Joy! shipmate - joy! (Pleas'd to my Soul at death I cry;) Our life is closed - our life begins; The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last - she leaps!...
One hour to madness and joy! O furious! O confine me not! (What is this that frees me so in storms? What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?) ...
O to make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of Death. O full of music! full of manhood, womanhood, infancy! Full of common employments! full of grain and trees. ...