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XXI. AT THE LAND'S END.

Had I but been with that adventurous soul
Who by sore need, or love of wandering pressed,
Pushed flocks and children towards the glowing west,
And crossed the ocean river, but found no goal:
From Thames to where the Tamar's waters roll
Moved tent and gods, till, on this bastion crest,
He felt of all earth's mystery possessed,
And deemed of men and lands he knew the whole—
I too had marvelled: yet unto his ears
From forth the sunset vigorously out-thrown
Sounds of another world perchance were borne;
He heard within the waves the sighs and fears
Of human hearts as restless as his own,
And fain would follow further from the morn.