Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter earth, Come, let us go,--to a land wherein gods of the old time wandered, Where every breath even now changes to ether divine. Come, let us go; though withal a voice whisper, "The world that we live in, Whithersoever we turn, still is the same narrow crib; "Tis but to prove limitation, and measure a cord, that we travel; Let who would "scape and be free go to his chamber and think; "Tis but to change idle fancies for memories wilfully falser; "Tis but to go and have been."--Come, little bark! let us go.