Lo, I desire! Sum of the ages’ growth— Fruit of evolving—king of life—
I, holding in myself the past
In all its ever-rising forms—desire.
With the first grass-blade, I desire the sun;
With every bird that breathes, I love the air;
With fishes, joy in water; with my horse,
in motion; with all living flesh,
Long for sweet food and warmth and mate and young;
With the whole rising tide of that which is,
Thirst for advancement,—crave and for it!
Yea, I desire! Then the compelling will
Urges to action to desire.
What action?............