‘My towers at last!’— br What meant the word br from what acknowledged circuit sprung br and in the heart and on the tongue br at sight of few familiar birds br when seaward his last sail unfurled br to leeward from the wheel once more br bloomed the pale crags of haunted shore br that once-more-visited notch of world: br and straight he knew as known before br the Logos in Leviathan’s roar br he deepest sounding with his lead br who all had fathomed all had said. br br br Much-loving hero—towers indeed br were those that overhung your log br with entries of typhoon and fog br and thunderstone for Adam’s breed: br man’s warm Sargasso Sea of faith br dislimned in light by luck or fate br you for mankind set sail by hate br and weathered it, and with it death. br And now at world’s end coasting late br in dolphined calms beyond the gate br which Hercules flung down, you come br to the grim rocks that nod you home. br Depth below depth this love of man: br among unnumbered and unknown br to mark and make his cryptic own br one landfall of all time began: br of all life’s hurts to treasure one br and hug it to the wounded breast, br in this to dedicate the rest, br all injuries received or done. br Your towers again but towers now blest br your haven in a shoreless west br o mariner of the human soul br who in the landmark notched the Pole br and in the Item loved the Whole.