I said, This Misery Must End
I SAID, This misery must end:  
Shall I, that am a man and know  
that sky and wind are yet my friend,  
sit huddled under any blow?  
so speaking left the dismal room          
and stept into the mother-night  
all fill’d with sacred quickening gloom  
where the few stars burn’d low and bright,  
and darkling on my darkling hill  
heard thro’ the beaches’ sullen boom          
heroic note of living will  
rung trumpet-clear against the fight;  
so stood and heard, and rais’d my eyes  
erect, that they might drink of space,