Arthur Hugh Clough(1819–1861)

From Canto I

Over the great windy waters, and over the clear crested summits,

Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter earth,

Come, let us go,—to a land wherein gods of the old time wandered,

Where every breath even now changes to ether] divine.

Come, let us go; though withal a voice whisper, "The world that we live

in,

Whithersoever we turn, still is the same narrow crib;

Tis but to prove limitation, and measure a cord, that we travel;

Let who would 'scape and be free go to his chamber and think;

'Tis but to change idle fancies for memories wilfully falser;

Tis but to go and have been.—Come, little bark!small boat

let us go.