Cornwall

To Victor Collier.

O haunted moorlands, haunted heights,
Beloved by haunted wind and sea!
Your dreams have been my long delights.
Your voices have rung clear to me.

O land of ghostly loveliness!
At thy gray Crosses kneeling, I
Fear nought of death: my strong joys press
Far beyond death, and long to die:

To die, and after fire to live
Evermore white and perfected.
Mine the vast faith, that thou canst give:
Thou, and thine immemorial dead.

1894.