Earth my likeness!

Earth! my likeness!

Though you look so impassive, ample and spheric there,

I now suspect that is not all;

I now suspect there is something fierce in you, eligible to burst forth;

For an athlete is enamour'd of me -- and I of him;

But toward him there is something fierce and terrible in me, eligible to burst forth,

I dare not tell it in words -- not even in these songs.