<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><p xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"></p><p class="line"><em>DRAW into thine own being the circumambient Power,</em></p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%"><em>Till wholly invigorated by its divinity.</em></p><p class="line"><em>Thou art become enthusiast in every cell.</em></p><p class="line"><em>Poet throughout thy soul; breathing the fine</em></p><p class="line"><em>The starry breath of that spirit transcendent</em></p><p class="line"><em>Whose body thou may'st be, hast thou faith for it--</em></p><p class="line"><em>To vibrate, radio-active, with the intense</em></p><p class="line"><em>Joy of its immanent music, pain of the wild</em></p><p class="line"><em>Strange passionate intervals of its music.</em></p><p class="line"><em>That is no mere singing of words--pulsation</em></p><p class="line"><em>This, of celestial singing such as, it may be,</em></p><p class="line"><em>Thrills all the ether between the living stars.</em></p></body></html> · Great War