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In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
He is a portion of the loveliness
Which once he made more lovely ; he doth bear
His part, with the one Spirit's plastic stress
Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling
All new successions to the forms they wear,
Torturing th’ unwilling dross that checks its flight
To its own likeness, as each mass may bear;
And bursting in its beauty and its might
From trees and hearts and men into the heavens'
The splendours of the firmament of time
May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not;
Like stars to their appointed height they climb,
And death is a low mist which cannot blot
The brightness it may veil. When lofty thought
Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair,
And love and life contend in it, for what
Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there,
And move like winds of light on dark and storiny
The inheritors of unfulfilled renown
Rose from their thrones, built beyond mortal
Far in the Unapparent. Chatterton
Rose pale, his solemn agony had not
Yet faded from him ; Sidney, as he fought
And as he fell, and as he lived and loved,
Sublimely mild, a Spirit without spot,
Arose ; and Lucan, by his death approved ;
Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing reproved.
And many more, whose names on earth are dark,
But whose transmitted effluence cannot die
So long as fire outlives the parent spark,
Rose, robed in dazzling immortality.
“ Thou art become as one of us,” they cry;
“ It was for thee yon kingless sphere has long Swung blind in unascended majesty, Silent alone amid an Heaven of song. Assume thy winged throne, thou Vesper of our throng !"
(Born, 1795. “Poems,” published, 1817 ; "Endy
, mion,” 1818; Lamia, Isabella,” &c., 1820. Died, 1821.]
POETS LEAVE THEIR SOULS ON EARTII.
Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
ye souls in heaven too,
Double-lived in regions new?
Yes, and those of heaven commune
With the spheres of sun and moon;
With the noise of fountains wondrous,
And the parle of voices thund'rous;
With the whisper of heaven's trees
And one another, in soft ease
Seated on Elysium lawns,
Browsed by none but Dian's fawns ;
Underneath large blue-bells tented,
Where the daisies are rose-scented,
And the rose herself has got
Perfume which on earth is not ;
Where the nightingale doth sing,
Not a senseless, tranced thing,
But divine melodious truth;
Philosophic numbers smooth;
Tales and golden histories
Of heaven and its mysteries.
live on high, and then On the earth ye live again ; And the souls
left behind you Teach us, here, the way to find you, Where your other souls are joying, Never slumber'd, never cloying. Here, your earth-born souls will speak To mortals, of their little week; Of their sorrows and delights ; Of their passions and their spites ;
Of their glory and their shame;
What doth strengthen and what maim.
l'hus ye teach us, every day,
Wisdom, though fled far away.
Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth !
Ye have souls in heaven too,
Double-lived in regions new !
ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER. Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen ;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne :
Yet did I never breathe its
pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortes when with eagle eyes
He stared at the Pacific-and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surprise
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.