Here you will find the Poem Come Out, Come Out of poet Christopher John Brennan
Come out, come out, ye souls that serve, why will ye die? or will ye sit and stifle in your prison-homes dreaming of some master that holds the winds in leash and the waves of darkness yonder in the gaunt hollow of night? nay, there is none that rules: all is a strife of the winds and the night shall billow in storm full oft ere all be done. For this is the hard doom that is laid on all of you, to be that whereof ye dream, dreaming against your will. But first ye must travel the many ways, and your close-wrapt souls must be blown thro' with the rain that comes from the homeless dark: for until ye have had care of the wastes there shall be no truce for them nor you, nor home, but ever the ancient feud; and the soul of man must house the cry of the darkling waves as he follows the ridge above the waters shuddering to-wards night, and the rains and the winds that roam anhunger'd for some heart's warmth. Go: tho' ye find it bitter, yet must ye be bare to the wind and the sea and the night and the wail of birds in the sky; go: tho' the going be hard and the goal blinded with rain yet the staying is a death that is never soften'd with sleep.
