Solveig's suggestion brought us to a certain knot which I feel is worth imagining a way out of, or into. By way of opening up an answer, I propose:


EXULTATION is the going   
Of an inland soul to sea,—   
Past the houses, past the headlands,   
Into deep eternity!   
 
Bred as we, among the mountains,         
Can the sailor understand   
The divine intoxication   
Of the first league out from land?