Think thou and act; to-morrow thou shalt die.
Outstretch-d in the sun-s warmth upon the shore,
Thou say-st: -Man-s measured path is all gone o-er:
Up all his years, steeply, with strain and sigh,
Man clomb until he touch-d the truth; and I,
Even I, am he whom it was destined for.-
How should this be? Art thou then so much more
Than they who sow-d, that thou shouldst reap thereby?

Nay, come up hither. From this wave-wash-d mound
Unto the furthest flood-brim look with me;
Then reach on with thy thought till it be drown-d.
Miles and miles distant though the last line be,
And though thy soul sail leagues and leagues beyond,-
Still, leagues beyond those leagues, there is more sea.