XXVIII
NEPTUNIAN
MIDWAY the height of one sheer granite rock I sat in face of the barbarian sea, And heard the god, out of the dreadful, deep, Midmost Atlantic summoning strength and here, In accents clear above the sullen roar Of all his waves, condemn the jutting world.
"Populous Egypt was a realm and ruled By men that strove when Greece was yet unborn. I strive not, yet is Pharaoh deep in death, And still the seas sweep unappeased and new. Kings were ere Priam. Knew ye not? I hold The substance, in my swift and solvent brine, Of all the race since Adam, and of strange, Unfeatured men ere Paradise. And I Sang to them all and cradled them and drank Their breath, their dust, their family and fame. Earth the grain-giver in my hands I hold, And if I will I love and if I will Hate, and I know no master but the sun, Who drinks the years up in a thin blue flame. From me the rivers and the rain from me Lead down their due-returning silver streams In circuit just; and all the gulfs are mine