Fast Anchor’d, Eternal, O Love.

FAST-ANCHOR’D, eternal, O love! O woman I love!

O bride! O wife! more resistless than I can tell, the thought of you!

—Then separate, as disembodied, or another born,

Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation;

I ascend—I float in the regions of your love, O man,

O sharer of my roving life.