In the air that our dead things infest Till east way as west way is clear. Out of the sun beyond sunset, 35 It sees not what season shall bring to it From the evening whence morning shall The noises of imminent years, be, 80 Earthquake, and thunder, and fire: 84 When crowned and weaponed and curb- It shall walk without helm or shield Round your people and over them Light like raiment is drawn, Wrought not of mail nor of lawn; Swim, sink, strike out for the dawn. Land, songs praising his name? God is buried and dead to us, 90 95 100 105 110 Some with mocking and mirth, Within love, within hatred it is, And its seed in the stripe as the kiss, 125 So shall the soul seen be the self-same one And in slaves is the germ, and in That looked and spake with even such lips and eyes As love shall doubt not then to recognize, And all bright thoughts and smiles of all time past II With the cross, and the chain, and the Shone sole and stern before her and above, rod; The most high, the most secret, most The earth-soul Freedom, that only AFTER SUNSET If light of life outlive the set of sun That men call death and end of all things, then How should not that which life held best for men And proved most precious, though it By force of death and woful victory won, 5 Sure stars and sole to steer by; but more sweet Shone lower the loveliest lamp for earthly feet, The light of little children, and their love. Not yet might'st thou be praised enough of Shy as the squirrel and wayward as the Under yonder beech-tree single on the No, she is athirst and drinking up her greensward, Couched with her arms behind her wonder; Earth to her is young as the slip of the new moon. Knees and tresses folded to slip and Deals she an unkindness, 'tis but her rapid golden head, |