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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

The Soul

By Sydney Dobell (1824–1874)

From ‘Balder’

AND as the mounting and descending bark,

Borne on exulting by the under deep,

Gains of the wild wave something not the wave,

Catches a joy of going and a will

Resistless, and upon the last lee foam

Leaps into air beyond it,—so the soul

Upon the Alpine ocean mountain-tossed,

Incessant carried up to heaven, and plunged

To darkness, and, still wet with drops of death,

Held into light eternal, and again

Cast down, to be again uplift in vast

And infinite succession, cannot stay

The mad momentum.