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Then a hand shall pass before thee, pointing | Every gate is thronged with suitors; all the to his drunken sleep,
markets overflow. To thy widowed marriage-pillows, to the I have but an angry fancy: what is that tears that thou wilt weep.
which I should do ?
Thou shalt hear the “Never, never," whis- I had been content to perish, falling on the pered by the phantom years,
foeman's ground, And a song from out the distance in the ring- When the ranks are rolled in vapor, and the ing of thine ears;
winds are laid with sound.
And an eye shall vex thee, looking ancient But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt kindness on thy pain.
that honor feels, Turn thee, turn thee on thy pillow; get thee And the nations do but murmur, snarling at to thy rest again.
each other's heels.
Nay, but Nature brings thee solace; for a Can I but relive in sadness? I will turn that
tender voice will cry; 'Tis a purer life than thine ; a lip to drain Hide me from my deep emotion, O thou wonthy trouble dry,
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 me from When I heard my days before me, and the the mother's breast.
tumult of my life;
0, the child, too, clothes the father with a Yearning for the large excitement that the dearness not his due;
coming years would yield-Half is thine, and half is his—it will be Eager-hearted as a boy when first he leaves worthy of the two.
his father's field,
O, I see thee, old and formal, fitted to thy pet- And at night along the dusky highway near ty part,
and nearer drawn, With a little hoard of maxims preaching down Sees in heaven the light of London flaring a daughter's heart:
like a dreary dawn;
“They were dangerous guides the feelings— And his spirit leaps within him to be gone she herself was not exempt
before him then, Truly, she herself had suffered.”—Perish in Underneath the light he looks at, in among thy self-contempt!
the throngs of men-
Overlive it-lower yet—be happy! wherefore Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever should I care?
reaping something new : I myself must mix with action, lest I wither That which they have done but earnest of the by despair.
things that they shall do;
What is that which I should turn to, lighting For I dipt into the future, far as human eye upon days like these?
could seeEvery door is barred with gold, and opens Saw the vision of the world, and all the wonbut to golden keys.
der that would be
Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies | Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers; and I of magic sails,
linger on the shore, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down And the individual withers, and the world is with costly bales
more and more.
Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and Knowledge comes, but wisdom Jingers, 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, sounding south-wind rushing warm,
on the bugle hornWith the standards of the peoples plunging They to whom my foolish passion were a tarthrough the thunder-storm;
get for their scorn;
Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a the battle-flags were furled
mouldered string ? In the Parliament of man, the Federation of I am shamed through all my nature to hare the world.
loved so slight a thing.
There the common sense of most shall hold a Weakness to be wroth with weakness! fretful realm in awe,
woman's pleasure, woman's painAnd the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in Nature made them blinder motions bounded universal law.
in a shallower brain ;
So I triumphed, ere my passion sweeping Woman is the lesser man, and all thy pasthrough me, left me dry,
sions, matched with mine, Left me with the palsied heart, and left me Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water with the jaundiced eye
Eye, to which all order festers, all things here Here at least, where Nature sickens, nothing. are out of joint.
Ah, for some retreat Science moves, but slowly, slowly, creeping Deep in yonder shining Orient, where my life on from point to point;
began to beat!
Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, Where in wild Mahratta-battle fell my father, creeping nigher,
evil-starred; Glares at one that nods and winks behind a I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish slowly-dying tire.
Yet I doubt not through the ages one increas-Or to burst all links of habit—there to waning purpose runs,
der far away, And the thoughts of men are widened with On from island unto island at the gateways the process of the suns.
of the day
What is that to him that reaps not harvest of Larger constellations burning, mellow moons his youthful joys,
and happy skies, Though the deep heart of existence beat for Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster, ever like a boy's ?
knots of Paradise.
ORPHEUS TO BEASTS.
Never comes the trader, never floats an Eu- | Through the shadow of the globe we sweep ropean flag
into the younger day: Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland, droops Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of the trailer from the crag
Cathay. Droops the heavy-blossomed bower, hangs Mother-age, (for mine I knew not,) help me the heavy-fruited tree
as when life begunSummer isles of Eden lying in dark-purple Rift the hills, and roll the waters, flash the spheres of sea.
lightnings, weigh the sunThere, methinks, would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind
O, I see the crescent promise of my spirit In the steamship, in the railway, in the
hath not set; thoughts that shake mankind. Ancient founts of inspiration well through all
my fancy yet. There the passions, cramped no longer, shall
have scope and breathing-space; Howsoever these things be, a long farewell to I will take some savage woman, she shall rear Locksley Hall ! my dusky race.
Now for me the woods may wither, now for
me the roof-tree fall.
from the margin, blackening Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their lances in the sun
over heath and holt,
Cramming all the blast before it, in its breast Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap the
a thunderbolt. rainbows of the brooks, Not with blinded eyesight poring over mis- Let it fall on Locksley Hall, with rain or hail, erable books
or fire or snow;
For the mighty wind arises, roaring seaward, Fool, again the dream, the fancy! but I know my words are wild,
ALFRED TENNYSON. But I count the gray barbarian lower than
the Christian child.
and I go.
Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward,
forward let us range; Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change.