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Alas! for this gray shadow, once Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, man,
arise, So glorious in his beauty and thy choice, And shake the darkness from their loosWho madest him thy chosen, that he seemed
And beat the twilight into flakes of fire. To his great heart none other than a god! I asked thee, "Give me immortality.”
Lo! ever thus thou growest beautiful Then didst thou grant mine asking with a In silence; then, before thine smile,
given, Like wealthy men who care not how they Departest; and thy tears
cheek. But thy strong Hours, indignant, worked Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy their wills,
tears, And beat me down and marred and wasted And make me tremble lest a saying learnt me;
In days far-off, on that dark earth, be And though they could not end me, left me true? maimed
“The gods themselves cannot recall their To dwell in presence of immortal youth,
gifts.” Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. Can thy love, Ay me! ay me! with what another Thy beauty, make amends; though even heart now,
In days far-off, and with what other eyes Close over us, the silver star, thy guide, 25 I used watch - if I be he that Shines in those tremulous eyes that fill watched with tears
The lucid outline forming round thee; saw To hear me? Let me go: take back thy The dim curls kindle into sunny rings; gift!
Changed with thy mystic change, and felt Why should a man desire in any way To vary
from the kindly race of men, Glow with the glow that slowly crimOr pass beyond the goal of ordinance
soned all Where all should pause, as is most meet Thy presence and thy portals: while I lay, for all ?
Mouth, forehead, eyelids, growing dewy
On her pallid cheek and forehead came a
color and a light, As I have seen the rosy red Alushing in the
Many a night from yonder ivied casement, And she turned, her bosom shaken with ere I went to rest,
a sudden storm of sighs, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly | All the spirit deeply dawning in the dark to the west.
of hazel eyes,
Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising Saying, “I have hid my feelings, fearing through the mellow shade,
they should do me wrong;” Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled in Saying, "Dost thou love me, cousin?" a silver braid.
weeping, “I have loved thee long." 30
Here about the beach I wandered, nour
ishing a youth sublime With the fairy-tales of science, and the
long result of time;
Love took up the glass of Time, and
turned it in his glowing hands: Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in
Love took up the harp of Life, and smote It may be my lord is weary, that his brain on all the chords with might;
is overwrought: Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, Soothe him with thy finer fancies, touch passed in music out of sight.
him with thy lighter thought.
Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring,
35 And her whisper thronged my pulses with
the fulness of the spring.
He will answer to the purpose, easy things
to understand Better thou were dead before me, though
I slew thee with my hand!
Many an evening by the waters did we
watch the stately ships; And our spirits rushed together at the
touching of the lips.
Better thou and I were lying, hidden from
the heart's disgrace, Rolled in one another's arms, and silent in
a last embrace.
O my cousin, shallow-hearted!
Cursèd be the social wants that sin against Amy, mine no more!
the strength of youth! O the dreary, dreary, moorland! O the Cursed be the social lies that warp us from barren, barren shore!
the living truth!
Falser than all fancy fathoms, falser than
all songs have sung; Puppet to a father's threat, and servile to
a shrewish tongue!
Cursèd be the sickly forms that err from
honest Nature's rule! Cursèd be the gold that gilds the straitened
forehead of the fool!
Is it well to wish thee happy? having Well — 'tis well that I should bluster! known me to decline
Hadst thou less unworthy proved On a range of lower feelings and a nar Would to God for I had loved thee rower heart than mine!
more than ever wife was loved.
Yet it shall be: thou shalt lower to his Am I mad, that I should cherish that which level day by day,
65 What is fine within thee growing coarse to I will pluck it from my bosom, though my sympathize with clay.
heart be at the root.
Can I think of her as dead, and love her
for the love she bore? No — she never loved me truly: love is
love for evermore.
O, I see thee old and formal, fitted to thy
petty part, With a little hoard of maxims preaching
down a daughter's heart.
Comfort ? comfort scorned of devils! This
is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is re
membering happier things. —
“They were dangerous guides, the feelings
she herself was not exempt Truly, she herself had suffered" Perish
in thy self-contempt!
Drug thy memories, - lest thou learn it, Overlive it — lower yet
happy! lest thy heart be put to proof,
Wherefore should I care? In the dead unhappy night, and when the I myself must mix with action, lest I rain is on the roof.
wither by despair.
Baby lips will laugh me down: my latest Make me feel the wild pulsation that I felt rival brings thee rest.
before the strife, Baby fingers, waxen touches, press When I heard my days before me, and the from the mother's breast.
tumult of my life;
O, the child too clothes the father with a
dearness not his due. Half is thine and half is his: it will be
worthy of the two.
Yearning for the large excitement that the
coming years would yield; Eager-hearted as a boy when first he
leaves his father's field,
And at night along the dusky highway near Eye, to which all order festers, all things and nearer drawn,
here are out of joint; Sees in heaven the light of London flaring Science
Science moves, but slowly, slowly, like a dreary dawn;
creeping on from point to point;
For I dipt into the future, far as human What is that to him that reaps not hareye could see,
vest of his youthful joys, Saw the vision of the world, and all the Though the deep heart of existence beat wonder that would be;
for ever like a boy's?
Saw the heavens fill with commerce, ar
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers; gosies of magic sails,
and I linger on the shore, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping And the individual withers, and the world down with costly bales;
is more and more.
Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and Knowledge comes; but wisdom lingers, and there rained a ghastly dew
he bears a laden breast, From the nations' airy navies grappling in Full of sad experience, moving toward the the central blue;
stillness of his rest. Far along the world-wide whisper of the Hark, my merry comrades call me, soundsouth-wind rushing warm,
ing on the bugle-horn, With the standards of the peoples plunging They to whom my foolish passion were a through the thunder-storm;
target for their scorn.
Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and
the battle-flags were furled In the Parliament of man, the Federation
of the world.
Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such
a mouldered string ? I am shamed through all my nature to
have loved so slight a thing.
There the common sense of most shall
hold a fretful realm in awe; And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt
in universal law.
Weakness to be wroth with weakness!
woman's pleasure, woman's pain — Nature
made them blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain: 150
So I triumphed ere my passion sweeping Woman is the lesser man; and all thy through me left me dry,
passions, matched with mine, Left me with the palsied heart, and left Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as me with the jaundiced eye;
water unto wine