The Great War

from November: Poems in War Time, an electronic edition

DRAW into thine own being the circumambient Power,

Till wholly invigorated by its divinity.

Thou art become enthusiast in every cell.

Poet throughout thy soul; breathing the fine

The starry breath of that spirit transcendent

Whose body thou may'st be, hast thou faith for it--

To vibrate, radio-active, with the intense

Joy of its immanent music, pain of the wild

Strange passionate intervals of its music.

That is no mere singing of words--pulsation

This, of celestial singing such as, it may be,

Thrills all the ether between the living stars.