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.