<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="" class="head">Ad Profunda</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">WE have built high walls of pomp and pride</p><p class="line">And wealth, around our inmost Being,</p><p class="line">And deep, unseen, within there hide</p><p class="line">Visions too bright for our dull seeing.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">We yearning stand, and cannot pass</p><p class="line">To where the Soul with these is One;</p><p class="line">Our utterance is as the grass</p><p class="line">Withering beneath the noonday sun.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">The Waters of Infinity</p><p class="line">Break on the spirit's lonely shore:</p><p class="line">Lo! the wall crumbles, and we see</p><p class="line">All we have hoped and striven for.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">O, then all time is lost in Time,</p><p class="line">The Soul has burst its prison-bars:</p><p class="line">We walk with feet still deep in slime.</p><p class="line">But with our heads above the stars.</p></div></body></html> · Great War