The Vision of Sin 'No, I love not what is new; "Let her go! her thirst she slakes 'Drink to lofty hopes that cool- • Chant me now some wicked stave, Fear not thou to loose thy tongue; What is loathsome to the young baba Change, reverting to the years, When thy nerves could understand What there is in loving tears, And the warmth of hand in hand. Tell me tales of thy first love-D 'Lo! God's likeness-the ground-plan- 'Drink to Fortune, drink to Chance, While we keep a little breath! Drink to heavy Ignorance! Hob-and-nob with brother Death! Q The Vision of Sin The Vision of Sin 'Thou art mazed, the night is long, "Youthful hopes, by scores to all, When the locks are crisp and curl'd; Unto me my maudlin gall And my mockeries of the world. Fill the cup, and fill the can: The voice grew faint: there came a further Again uprose the mystic mountain-range: Another said: The crime of sense became A little grain of conscience made him sour.' To which an answer peal'd from that high land, The SkippingRope SURE never yet was Antelope Stand off, or else my skipping-rope you How lightly whirls the skipping-rope ! Go, get you gone, you muse and mope— Nay, dearest, teach me how to hope, There, take it, take my skipping-rope, Move eastward, happy earth, and leave Break, Ah, bear me with thee, lightly borne, Break, Break And move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. 6062 BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead THE POET'S SONG THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town and out of the street; A light wind blew from the gates of the sun, And waves of shadow went over the wheat, |