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That we may lift from out of dust

5 Upon a pastoral slope as fair, A voice as unto him that hears,

And looking to the South, and fed A cry above the conquered years With honeyed rain and delicate air, To one that with us works, and trust, And haunted by the starry head

Of her whose gentle will has changed my With faith that comes of self-control,

fate, The truths that never can be proved 10 And made my life a perfumed altarUntil we close with all we loved,

flame, And all we flow from, soul in soul. And over whom thy darkness must have


With such delight as theirs of old, thy THE EAGLE


Forefathers of the thornless garden, there He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Shadowing the snow-limbed Eve from Close to the sun in lonely lands,

whom she came? Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

Here will I lie, while these long branches The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;

sway, He watches from his mountain walls, 5 And you fair stars that crown a happy day And like a thunderbolt he falls.

Go in and out as if at merry play, 31
Who am no more so all forlorn,

As when it seemed far better to be born

To labor and the mattock-hardened hand Than nursed at ease and brought to understand

35 I have led her home, my love, my only A sad astrology, the boundless plan friend.

That makes you tyrants in your iron skies, There is none like her, none.

Innumerable, pitiless, passionless eyes, And never yet so warmly ran my blood Cold fires, yet with power to burn and And sweetly, on and on

brand Calming itself to the long-wished-for end, 5

His nothingness into man.

40 Full to the banks, close on the promised good.

But now shine on, and what care I, None like her, none.

Who in this stormy gulf have found a pearl

The countercharm of space and hollow sky, Just now the dry-tongued laurels' patter

And do accept my madness, and would

die Seemed her light foot along the garden To save from some slight shame one simple walk,


45 And shook my heart to think she comes

once more; But even then I heard her close the door; Would die; for sullen-seeming Death may The gates of Heaven are closed, and she give

More life to Love than is or ever was

In our low world, where yet 'tis sweet to There is none like her, none,

live. Nor will be when our summers have de- Let no one ask me how it came to pass; ceased.

It seems that I am happy, that to me SO O, art thou sighing for Lebanon

A livelier emerald twinkles in the grass,

15 In the long breeze that streams to thy | A purer sapphire melts into the sea.

delicious East, Sighing for Lebanon,

Not die; but live a life of truest breath, Dark cedar, though thy limbs have here | And teach true life to fight with mortal increased,


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0, why should Love, like men in drinking And the woodbine spices are wafted songs,


5 Spice his fair banquet with the dust of And the musk of the rose is blown.

death? Make answer, Maud my bliss,

For a breeze of morning moves, Maud made my Maud by that long loving And the planet of love is on high, kiss;

Beginning to faint in the light that she Life of my life, wilt thou not answer this?

loves “The dusky strand of Death inwoven here

On a bed of daffodil sky, With dear Love's tie, makes Love himself

To faint in the light of the sun she loves, more dear.”


To faint in his light, and to die. - Is that enchanted moan only the swell

All night have the roses heard Of the long waves that roll in yonder bay?

The flute, violin, bassoon; And hark the clock within, the silver knell

All night has the casement jessamine Of twelve sweet hours that passed in bridal


15 white,


To the dancers dancing in tune; And died to live, long as my pulses play; Till a silence fell with the waking bird, But now by this my love has closed her

And a hush with the setting moon. sight, And given false death her hand, and stolen

I said to the lily, “There is but one, away

With whom she has heart to be gay. To dreamful wastes where footless fancies

When will the dancers leave her alone? dwell Among the fragments of the golden day: Now half to the setting moon are gone,

She is weary of dance and play.” May nothing there her maiden grace af

And half to the rising day;

Low on the sand and loud on the stone

25 Dear heart, I feel with thee the drowsy

The last wheel echoes away.
My bride to be, my evermore delight,
My own heart's heart, my ownest own,

I said to the rose, “The brief night goes

In babble and revel and wine. farewell; It is but for a little space I go,

O young lord-lover, what sighs are those, 75

For one that will never be thine?
And ye meanwhile far over moor and fell
Beat to the noiseless music of the night!

But mine, but mine," so I sware to the Has our whole earth gone nearer to the

rose, glow

“For ever and ever, mine.” Of your soft splendors that you look so bright?

And the soul of the rose went into my I have climbed nearer out of lonely Hell.

blood, Beat, happy stars, timing with things be

As the music clashed in the hall; low,


And long by the garden lake I stood, 35 Beat with my heart more blest than heart For I heard your rivulet fall can tell,

From the lake to the meadow and on to Blest, but for some dark undercurrent woe

the wood,
That seems to draw-but it shall not be Our wood, that is dearer than all;

Let all be well, be well.

From the meadow your walks have left

So sweet

That whenever a March-wind sighs 40 Come into the garden, Maud,

He sets the jewel-print of your feet For the black bat, night, has flown; In violets blue as your eyes, Come into the garden, Maud,

To the woody hollows in which we meet I am here at the gate alone;

And the valleys of Paradise.



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Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,

Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, 55

Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with

curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.

There has fallen a splendid tear

From the passion-flower at the gate, 60 She is coming, my dove, my dear;

She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, “She is near, she is

near;” And the white rose weeps, “She is late;" The larkspur listens, “I hear, I hear;" 65

And the lily whispers, "I wait.'

Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.

15 Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them

Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell

Rode the six hundred.
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while

30 All the world wondered: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right through the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reeled from the sabre-stroke 35

Shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not,

Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them

Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,

Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!

All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!



She is coming, my own, my sweet;

Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,

Were it earth in an earthy bed; 70 My dust would hear her and beat,

Had I lain for a century dead, Would start and tremble under her feet,

And blossom in purple and red.



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Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin'

'ere aloän? Noörse? thout nowt o’a noorse; whoy, Doctor's abeän an'agoän;

I lying.



beän ere,



Says that I moänt ’a naw moor aäle, but I I weänt saäy men be loiars, thaw summun beänt a fool;

said it in 'aäste; Git ma my aäle, fur I beänt a-gawin' to But 'e reaäds wonn sarmin a weeäk, an' I breäk my rule.

'a stubb'd6 Thurnaby waäste. Doctors, they knaws nowt, fur a says

D' what's nawways true;

moind the waäste, my lass? naw,

ya Naw soort o' koind o’use to saäy the things Theer wur a boggle" in it, I often 'eärd

naw, tha was not born then; that a do.

'um mysén; I've 'ed my point o' aäle ivry noight sin' I

Moäst loike a butter-bump, fur I 'eärd An' I've 'ed my quart ivry market-noight But I stubb'd 'um oop wi’ the lot, an'

'um about an' about, for foorty year.

raävedo an' rembled10 'um out. Parson's a beän loikewoise, an' a sittin' ere o' my bed.

Keäper's it wur; fo’ they fun 'um theer “The Amoighty's a taäkin o'you to 'issén, a-laäid of 'is faäce my friend," a said,

Down i' the woild 'enemies 11 äfoor I An' a towd ma my sins, an''s toithe were coom'd to the plaäce. due, an' I gied it in hond;

Noäks or Thimbleby—toäner12 'ed shot I done moy duty boy 'um, as I'a done boy 'um as dead as a naäil.

35 the lond.

Noäks wur 'ang'd for it oop at 'soize13_

but git ma my aäle. Larn'd a ma' beä. I reckons I 'annot sa mooch to larn.

Dubbut looök at the waäste; theer But a cast oop, thot a did, 'bout Bessy

warn't not feeäd for a cow; Marris's barne.? Thaw a knaws I hallus voated wi' Squoire Nowt at all but bracken an' fuzz,' an’

looök at it nowan' choorch an' staäte,


Warn't worth nowt a haäcre, an' now An' i' the woost o'toimes I wur niver agin

theer's lots o' feeäd, the raäte.3

Fourscoor yows16 upon it, an' some on it An' I hallus coom'd to's choorch afoor

down i' seeäd. moy Sally wur dead, An' 'eärd 'um a bummin' awaäy loike a Nobbut a bit on it's left, an' I mean'd to buzzard-clock4 ower my 'eäd,

'a stubb'd it at fall, An' I niver knaw'd whot a meän'd but I Done it ta-year16 I mean'd, an' runn'd thowt a 'ad summut to saäy,

plow thruff it an' all, An' I thowt a said whot a owt to 'a said, If Godamoighty an' parson 'ud nobbut an' I coom'd awaäy.

let ma aloän,

Meä, wi' haäte hoonderd haäcre o' Bessy Marris's barne! tha knaws she laäid

Squoire's, an lond o' my oän. it to meä. Mowt a beän, mayhap, for she wur a bad Do Godamoighty knaw what a's doing a

taäkin' o' meä?

45 'Siver, I kep 'um, I kep ’um, my lass, tha

I beänt wonn as saws 'ere a beän an yonder mun understond;

a peä; I done moy duty boy 'um, as I 'a done boy An' Squoire u'll be sa mad an'all-a' dear, the lond.

a' dear! But Parson a cooms an' a goäs, an'a says

And I 'a managed for Squoire coom

Michaelmas thutty year. it easy an' freeä:

25 “The Amoighty's a taäkin o'you to 'issén,



un, sheä.

7 bogle, gbost. 8 bittern. my friend," says 'eä.

12 one or the other. 1 himself.

? bairn, child. cockchafer.

16 this year.

10 routed out.

& cleared.
9 tore up.
11 anemones.
13 the assizes.
15 ewes.

I tax.

14 furze.

5 howsoever.

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A mowt 'a taäen owd Joänes, as 'ant not a Is not the Vision He, though He be not 'aäpoth' o' sense,

that which He seems? Or a mowt a' taäen young Robins-a Dreams are true while they last, and do niver mended a fence;


we not live in dreams? But Godamoighty a moost taäke meä an' taäke ma now,

Earth, these solid stars, this weight of Wi' aäf the cows to cauve an' Thurnaby

body and limb,

5 hoalms to plow!

Are they not sign and symbol of thy

division from Him? Looök 'ow quoloty smoiles when they seeäs ma a passin' boy,

Dark is the world to thee; thyself art Says to thessén, naw doubt,“What a man

the reason why; a beä sewerloy!”

For is He not all but thou, that hast Fur they knaws what I beän to Squoire

power to feel “I am I”? sin' fust a coom'd to the 'All;

55 I done moy duty by Squoire an' I done

Glory about thee, without thee; and thou moy duty boy hall.

fulfillest thy doom, Squoire'si' Lunnon, an' summun I reckons Making Him broken gleams, and a stifled 'ull 'a to wroite,

splendor and gloom. For whoä's to howd the lond ater meä thot muddles; ma quoit;

Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Sartin-sewer I beä thot a weänt niver give Spirit with Spirit can meetit to Joänes,

Closer is He than breathing, and nearer Naw, nor a moänt to Robins—a niver than hands and feet. rembles the stoäns.


God is law, say the wise; O Soul, and let But summun 'ull come ater meä mayhap us rejoice, wi' 'is kittle o' steäm

For if He thunder by law the thunder is Huzzin' an' maäzin'5 the blessed feälds

yet His voice. wi' the Divil's oän team. Sin' I mun doy I mun doy, thaw loife

Law is God, say some: no God at all, says they says is sweet,

the fool;

15 But sin' I mun doy I mun doy, for I

For all we have power to see is a straight couldn abeär to see it.

staff bent in a pool; What atta stannin' theer fur, an' doesn bring ma the aäle?

And the ear of man cannot hear, and the

65 Doctor's a 'toättler, lass, an a's hallus i'

eye of man cannot see; the owd taäle;

But if we could see and hear, this VisionI weänt break rules fur Doctor, a knaws

were it not He? naw moor nor a floy; Git ma my aäle, I tell tha, an' if I mun doy I mun doy.


THE HIGHER PANTHEISM Flower in the crannied wall,

I pluck you out of the crannies, The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, I hold you here, root and all, in my the hills and the plains

hand, Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him Little flower—but if I could understand who reigns? What you are, root and all, and all in

5 1 halfpennyworth. 2 river-flats. 3 perplexes. * buzzing. s amazing.

I should know what God and man is. sa "tee-totaller."


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