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What is that which I should turn to, light- Saw the heavens fill with commerce, aring upon days like these?
gosies of magic sails, Every door is barred with gold, and opens Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping but to golden keys.
down with costly bales; Every gate is thronged with suitors, all the Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and markets overflow.
there rained a ghastly dew I have but an angry fancy; what is that From the nation's airy navies grappling which I should do?
in the central blue;
I had been content to perish, falling on the Far along the world-wide whisper of the foeman's ground,
southwind rushing warm,
125 When the ranks are rolled in vapor,
and With the standards of the peoples plungthe winds are laid with sound.
ing through the thunder-storm;
But the jingling of the guinea helps the Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, hurt that Honor feels,
105 and the battle-flags were furled And the nations do but murmur, snarling In the Parliament of man, the Federation at each other's heels.
of the world.
Can I but relive in sadness? I will turn There the common sense of most shall that carlier page.
hold a fretful realm in awe, Hide me from my deep emotion, O thou | And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapped wondrous Mother-Age!
in universal law.
Make me feel the wild pulsation that I So I triumphed ere my passion sweeping felt before the strife,
through me left me dry, When I heard my days before me, and the Left me with the palsied heart, and left tumult of my life;
me with the jaundiced eye;
Yearning for the large excitement that the Eye, to which all order festers, all things coming years would yield,
here are out of joint. Eager-hearted as a boy when first he Science moves, but slowly, slowly, creepleaves his father's field,
ing on from point to point;
And at night along the dusky highway Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, near and nearer drawn,
135 Sees in heaven the light of London flaring Glares at one that nods and winks behind a like a dreary dawn;
And his spirit leaps within him to be gone Yet I doubt not through the ages one inbefore him then,
creasing purpose runs, Underneath the light he looks at, in among And the thoughts of men are widened the throngs of men;
with the process of the suns. Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever What is that to him that reaps not harvest reaping something new;
of his youthful joys, That which they have done but earnest of Though the deep heart of existence beat the things that they shall do.
for ever like a boy's?
For I dipped into the future, far as human Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and eye could see,
I linger on the shore, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the And the individual withers, and the world wonder that would be;
is more and more.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and There methinks would be enjoyment more he bears a laden breast,
than in this march of mind, 165 Full of sad experience, moving toward In the steamship, in the railway, in the the stillness of his rest.
thoughts that shake mankind.
Hark, my merry comrades call me, sound There the passions cramped no longer shall ing on the bugle-horn,
have scope and breathing space; They to whom my foolish passion were a I will take some savage woman, she shall target for their scorn.
rear my dusky race.
Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on Iron-jointed, supple-sinewed, they shall such a mouldered string?
dive, and they shall run, I am shamed through all my nature to catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl have loved so slight a thing.
their lances in the sun;
Weakness to be wroth with weakness! Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap woman's pleasure, woman's pain
the rainbows of the brooks, Nature made them blinder motions Not with blinded eyesight poring over bounded in a shallower brain:
Woman is the lesser man, and all thy pas
sions, matched with mine, Are as moonlight unto sunlight and as
water unto wine
Fool, again the dream, the fancy! but I
know my words are wild, But I count the gray barbarian lower than
the Christian child.
Here, at least, where nature sickens, noth- I, to herd with narrow foreheads, vacant of ing. Ah, for some retreat
our glorious gains, Deep in yonder shining Orient, where my Like a beast with lower pleasures, like a life began to beat,
beast with lower pains!
Droops the heavy-blossomed bower, hangs Mother-Age,- for mine I knew not,- help the heavy-fruited tree
me as when life begun;
185 Summer isles of Eden lying in dark purple Rift the hills, and roll the waters, flash spheres of sea.
the lightnings, weigh the sun.
Oh, I see the crescent promise of my spirit o, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, hath not set.
And thinner, clearer, farther going! Ancient founts of inspiration well through o, sweet and far from cliff and scar all my fancy yet.
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! 10
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying; Howsoever these things be, a long farewell Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, to Locksley Hall!
dying. Now for me the woods may wither, now for me the roof-tree fall.
O love, they die in yon rich sky, 190
They faint on hill or field or river; Comes a vapor from the margin, blacken- Our echoes roll from soul to soul, ing over heath and holt,
And grow for ever and for ever. Cramming all the blast before it, in its Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flybreast a thunderbolt.
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, Let it fall on Locksley Hall, with rain or
dying. hail, or fire or snow; For the mighty wind arises, roaring sea
TEARS, IDLE TEARS ward, and I go.
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they BREAK, BREAK, BREAK
mean, Break, break, break,
Tears from the depth of some divine On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
despair And I would that my tongue could utter
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, The thoughts that arise in me.
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no O well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad,
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a That he sings in his boat on the bay!
That brings our friends up from the under
world, And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill;
Sad as the last which reddens over one But O for the touch of a vanished hand, That sinks with all we love below the And the sound of a voice that is still!
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer But the tender grace of a day that is
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds Will never come back to me.
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering SONGS from THE PRINCESS
square; BUGLE SONG So sad, so strange, the days that are no
15 The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story;
Dear as remembered kisses after death, The long light shakes across the lakes, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy
And the wild cataract leaps in glory. feigned Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes fly- On lips that are for others; deep as love, ing,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dy- O Death in Life, the days that are no ing, dying.
HOME THEY BROUGHT HER WAR- We have but faith: we cannot know; RIOR DEAD
For knowledge is of things we see;
And yet we trust it comes from thee, Home they brought her warrior dead; A beam in darkness: let it grow.
She nor swooned nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said,
Let knowledge grow from more to more, 25 “She must weep or she will die.”
But more of reverence in us dwell;
That mind and soul, according well, Then they praised him, soft and low, 5 May make one music as before,
Called him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe;
But vaster. We are fools and slight; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. We mock thee when we do not fear:
But help thy foolish ones to bear; Stole a maiden from her place,
Help thy vain worlds to bear thy light. Lightly to the warrior stepped, Took the face-cloth from the face; Forgive what seemed my sin in me; Yet she neither moved nor wept.
What seemed my worth since I began;
For merit lives from man to man, 35 Rose a nurse of ninety years,
And not from man, O Lord, to thee.
I trust he lives in thee, and there
IN MEMORIAM A. H. H. Forgive these wild and wandering cries,
Confusions of a wasted youth;
Forgive them where they fail in Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
truth, Whom we, that have not seen thy And in thy wisdom make me wise.
That rollest from the gorgeous gloom Thine are these orbs of light and shade; 5 Of evening over brake and bloom
Thou madest Life in man and brute; And meadow, slowly breathing bare
Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made.
The round of space, and rapt below
Through all the dewy tasselled wood, Thou wilt not leave us in the dust;
And shadowing down the horned Thou madest man, he knows not why, 10 flood
He thinks he was not made to die; In ripples, fan my brows and blow And thou hast made him: thou art just.
The fever from my cheek, and sigh Thou seemest human and divine,
The full new life that feeds thy breath :: The highest, holiest manhood, thou. Throughout my frame, till Doubt and
Our wills are ours, we know not how; 15 Death,
Our little systems have their day;
They have their day and cease to be;
They are but broken lights of thee,
From belt to belt of crimson seas
On leagues of odor streaming far,
To where in yonder orient star
Ring in the valiant man and free, Wild bird, whose warble, liquid sweet,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand; 30 Rings Eden through the budded quicks, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Ring out the darkness of the land, O tell me where the senses mix, O tell me where the passions meet,
Now fades the last long streak of snow, Whence radiate: fierce extremes employ 5
Now burgeons' every maze of quick Thy spirits in the darkening leaf,
About the flowering squares, and thick And in the midmost heart of grief
By ashen roots the violets blow. Thy passion clasps a secret joy;
Now rings the woodland loud and long, 5 And I-my harp would prelude woe- The distance takes a lovelier hue, I cannot all command the strings;
And drowned in yonder living blue The glory of the sum of things The lark becomes a sightless song. Will flash along the chords and go.
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The flocks are whiter down the vale, 10 Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
And milkier every milky sail
On winding stream or distant sea;
Where now the seamew pipes, or dives
In yonder greening gleam, and fly
The happy birds, that change their sky 15 Ring out the old, ring in the new,
To build and brood; that live their lives Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go;
From land to land; and in my breast Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Spring wakens too, and my regret
Becomes an April violet,
For those that here we see no more; 10
Love is and was my lord and king,
And in his presence I attend Ring out a slowly dying cause,
To hear the tidings of my friend, And ancient forms of party strife;
Which every hour the couriers bring. Ring in the nobler modes of life,
15 With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Love is and was my king and lord, 5
And will be, though as yet I keep
Within the court on earth, and sleep
Encompassed by his faithful guard,
Who moves about from place to place, 10
And whispers to the worlds of space, Ring out false pride in place and blood, In the deep night, that all is well.
The civic slander and the spite;
O living will that shalt endure
When all that seems shall suffer shock, Ring out old shapes of foul disease; 25
Rise in the spiritual rock, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Flow through our deeds and make them Ring out the thousand wars of old,
pure, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
? square fields enclosed by hedges.