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diff --git a/3697-h/3697-h.htm b/3697-h/3697-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9f1f67a --- /dev/null +++ b/3697-h/3697-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,3130 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html + PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" + "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> +<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en"> +<head> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=US-ASCII" /> +<title>A Century of Roundels, by Algernon Charles Swinburne</title> + <style type="text/css"> +/*<![CDATA[ XML blockout */ +<!-- + P { margin-top: .75em; + margin-bottom: .75em; + } + P.gutsumm { margin-left: 5%;} + P.poetry {margin-left: 3%; } + .GutSmall { font-size: 0.7em; } + H1, H2 { + text-align: center; + margin-top: 2em; + margin-bottom: 2em; + } + H3, H4, H5 { + text-align: center; + margin-top: 1em; + margin-bottom: 1em; + } + BODY{margin-left: 10%; + margin-right: 10%; + } + table { border-collapse: collapse; } +table {margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto;} + td { vertical-align: top; border: 1px solid black;} + td p { margin: 0.2em; } + .blkquot {margin-left: 4em; margin-right: 4em;} /* block indent */ + + .smcap {font-variant: small-caps;} + + .pagenum {position: absolute; + left: 92%; + font-size: small; + text-align: right; + font-weight: normal; + color: gray; + } + img { border: none; } + img.dc { float: left; width: 50px; height: 50px; } + p.gutindent { margin-left: 2em; } + div.gapspace { height: 0.8em; } + div.gapline { height: 0.8em; width: 100%; border-top: 1px solid;} + div.gapmediumline { height: 0.3em; width: 40%; margin-left:30%; + border-top: 1px solid; } + div.gapmediumdoubleline { height: 0.3em; width: 40%; margin-left:30%; + border-top: 1px solid; border-bottom: 1px solid;} + div.gapshortdoubleline { height: 0.3em; width: 20%; + margin-left: 40%; border-top: 1px solid; + border-bottom: 1px solid; } + div.gapdoubleline { height: 0.3em; width: 50%; + margin-left: 25%; border-top: 1px solid; + border-bottom: 1px solid;} + div.gapshortline { height: 0.3em; width: 20%; margin-left:40%; + border-top: 1px solid; } + .citation {vertical-align: super; + font-size: .8em; + text-decoration: none;} + img.floatleft { float: left; + margin-right: 1em; + margin-top: 0.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; } + img.floatright { float: right; + margin-left: 1em; margin-top: 0.5em; + margin-bottom: 0.5em; } + img.clearcenter {display: block; + margin-left: auto; + margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0.5em; + margin-bottom: 0.5em} + --> + /* XML end ]]>*/ + </style> +</head> +<body> +<pre> + +The Project Gutenberg eBook, A Century of Roundels, by Algernon Charles +Swinburne + + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most +other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions +whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of +the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at +www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have +to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. + + + + +Title: A Century of Roundels + + +Author: Algernon Charles Swinburne + + + +Release Date: August 16, 2014 [eBook #3697] +[This file was first posted on 24 July 2001] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-646-US (US-ASCII) + + +***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A CENTURY OF ROUNDELS*** +</pre> +<p>Transcribed from the 1883 Chatto & Windus edition by David +Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org</p> +<h1>A CENTURY OF ROUNDELS</h1> +<p style="text-align: center"><span class="GutSmall">BY</span><br +/> +ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE</p> +<p style="text-align: center"> +<a href="images/tpb.jpg"> +<img alt= +"Decorative graphic" +title= +"Decorative graphic" +src="images/tps.jpg" /> +</a></p> +<p style="text-align: center"><i>SECOND EDITION</i></p> +<p style="text-align: center">London<br /> +CHATTO & WINDUS, PICCADILLY<br /> +1883</p> +<p style="text-align: center">[<i>All rights reserved</i>]</p> + +<div class="gapspace"> </div> +<p style="text-align: center"><a name="pageiv"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. iv</span><span class="GutSmall">LONDON: +PRINTED BY</span><br /> +<span class="GutSmall">SPOTTISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET +SQUARE</span><br /> +<span class="GutSmall">AND PARLIAMENT STREET</span></p> + +<div class="gapspace"> </div> +<h2><a name="pagev"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +v</span>DEDICATION<br /> +<span class="GutSmall">TO</span><br /> +CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Songs</span> light as these +may sound, though deep and strong<br /> +The heart spake through them, scarce should hope to please<br /> +Ears tuned to strains of loftier thoughts than throng<br /> + Songs light as these.</p> +<p class="poetry">Yet grace may set their sometime doubt at +ease,<br /> +Nor need their too rash reverence fear to wrong<br /> +The shrine it serves at and the hope it sees.</p> +<p class="poetry">For childlike loves and laughters thence +prolong<br /> +Notes that bid enter, fearless as the breeze,<br /> +Even to the shrine of holiest-hearted song,<br /> + Songs light as these.</p> +<h2><a name="pagevii"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +vii</span>CONTENTS.</h2> +<table> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"> </p> +</td> +<td><p> </p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">PAGE</span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">I.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>In Harbour</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page1">1</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">II.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page2">2</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">III.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>The Way of the Wind</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page3">3</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">IV.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Had I Wist</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page4">4</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">V.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Recollections</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page5">5</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">VI.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page6">6</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">VII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page7">7</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">VIII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Time and Life</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page8">8</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">IX.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page9">9</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">X.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>A Dialogue</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page10">10</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XI.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page11">11</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page12">12</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XIII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Plus Ultra</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page13">13</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XIV.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>A Dead Friend</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page14">14</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XV.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page15">15</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XVI.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page16">16</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XVII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page17">17</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><a name="pageviii"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. viii</span><span +class="GutSmall">XVIII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page18">18</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XIX.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page19">19</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XX.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page20">20</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XXI.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Past Days</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page21">21</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XXII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page22">22</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XXIII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page23">23</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XXIV.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Autumn and Winter</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page24">24</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XXV.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page25">25</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XXVI.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page26">26</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XXVII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page27">27</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XXVIII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>The Death of Richard Wagner</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page28">28</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XXIX.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page29">29</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XXX.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page30">30</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"> </p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">Two preludes:</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"> </p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XXXI.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p> Lohengrin</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page31">31</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XXXII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p> Tristan und Isolde</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page32">32</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XXXIII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>The Lute and the Lyre</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page33">33</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XXXIV.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Plus Intra</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page34">34</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XXXV.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Change</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page35">35</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XXXVI.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>A Baby’s Death</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page36">36</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XXXVII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page37">37</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XXXVIII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page38">38</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><a name="pageix"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. ix</span><span +class="GutSmall">XXXIX.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page39">39</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XL.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page40">40</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XLI.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page41">41</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XLII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page42">42</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XLIII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>One of Twain</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page43">43</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XLIV.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page44">44</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XLV.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Death and Birth</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page45">45</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XLVI.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Birth and Death</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page46">46</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XLVII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Benediction</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page47">47</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XLVIII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Étude Réaliste</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page48">48</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">XLIX.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page49">49</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">L.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page50">50</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LI.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Babyhood</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page51">51</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page52">52</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LIII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page53">53</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LIV.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page54">54</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LV.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>First Footsteps</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page55">55</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LVI.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>A Ninth Birthday</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page56">56</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LVII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page57">57</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LVIII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page58">58</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LIX.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Not a Child</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page59">59</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LX.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page60">60</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXI.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page61">61</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>To Dora Dorian</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page62">62</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXIII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>The Roundel</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page63">63</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXIV.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>At Sea</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page64">64</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXV.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Wasted Love</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page65">65</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><a name="pagex"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. x</span><span +class="GutSmall">LXVI.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Before Sunset</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page66">66</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXVII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>A Singing Lesson</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page67">67</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"> </p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">Flower-pieces:</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"> </p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXVIII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p> Love Lies Bleeding</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page68">68</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXIX.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p> Love in a Mist</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page69">69</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"> </p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">Three faces:</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"> </p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXX.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p> Ventimiglia</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page70">70</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXXI.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p> Genoa</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page71">71</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXXII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p> Venice</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page72">72</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXXIII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Eros</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page73">73</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXXIV.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page74">74</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXXV.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page75">75</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXXVI.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Sorrow</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page76">76</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXXVII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Sleep</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page77">77</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXXVIII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>On an Old Roundel</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page78">78</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXXIX.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p> </p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page79">79</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><a name="pagexi"></a><span +class="pagenum">p. xi</span><span +class="GutSmall">LXXX.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>A Landscape by Courbet</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page80">80</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXXXI.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>A Flower-piece by Fantin</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page81">81</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXXXII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>A Night-piece by Millet</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page82">82</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXXXIII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Marzo Pazzo</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page83">83</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXXXIV.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Dead Love</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page84">84</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXXXV.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Discord</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page85">85</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXXXVI.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Concord</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page86">86</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXXXVII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Mourning</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page87">87</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXXXVIII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Aperotos Eros</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page88">88</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">LXXXIX.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>To Catullus</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page89">89</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">CX.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>‘Insularum Ocelle’</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page90">90</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">CXI.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>In Sark</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page91">91</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">CXII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>In Guernsey</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page92">92</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">CXIII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page93">93</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">CXIV.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page94">94</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">CXV.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page95">95</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">CXVI.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page96">96</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">CXVII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page97">97</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">CXVIII.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page98">98</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">CXIX.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: center">,,</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page99">99</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span +class="GutSmall">C.</span></p> +</td> +<td><p>Envoi</p> +</td> +<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a +href="#page100">100</a></span></p> +</td> +</tr> +</table> +<h2><a name="page1"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 1</span>IN +HARBOUR.</h2> +<h3>I.</h3> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Goodnight</span> and +goodbye to the life whose signs denote us<br /> +As mourners clothed with regret for the life gone by;<br /> +To the waters of gloom whence winds of the dayspring float us<br +/> + Goodnight and goodbye.</p> +<p class="poetry">A time is for mourning, a season for grief to +sigh;<br /> +But were we not fools and blind, by day to devote us<br /> +As thralls to the darkness, unseen of the sundawn’s +eye?</p> +<p class="poetry">We have drunken of Lethe at length, we have +eaten of lotus;<br /> +What hurts it us here that sorrows are born and die?<br /> +We have said to the dream that caressed and the dread that smote +us<br /> + Goodnight and goodbye.</p> +<h3><a name="page2"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 2</span>II.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Outside of the port ye are moored in, lying<br +/> +Close from the wind and at ease from the tide,<br /> +What sounds come swelling, what notes fall dying<br /> + Outside?</p> +<p class="poetry">They will not cease, they will not abide:<br /> +Voices of presage in darkness crying<br /> +Pass and return and relapse aside.</p> +<p class="poetry">Ye see not, but hear ye not wild wings +flying<br /> +To the future that wakes from the past that died?<br /> +Is grief still sleeping, is joy not sighing<br /> + Outside?</p> +<h2><a name="page3"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 3</span>THE WAY +OF THE WIND.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">The</span> wind’s way +in the deep sky’s hollow<br /> +None may measure, as none can say<br /> +How the heart in her shows the swallow<br /> + The wind’s way.</p> +<p class="poetry">Hope nor fear can avail to stay<br /> +Waves that whiten on wrecks that wallow,<br /> +Times and seasons that wane and slay.</p> +<p class="poetry">Life and love, till the strong night swallow<br +/> +Thought and hope and the red last ray,<br /> +Swim the waters of years that follow<br /> + The wind’s way.</p> +<h2><a name="page4"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +4</span>‘HAD I WIST.’</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Had</span> I wist, when +life was like a warm wind playing<br /> +Light and loud through sundawn and the dew’s bright +trust,<br /> +How the time should come for hearts to sigh in saying<br /> + ‘Had I wist’—</p> +<p class="poetry">Surely not the roses, laughing as they +kissed,<br /> +Not the lovelier laugh of seas in sunshine swaying,<br /> +Should have lured my soul to look thereon and list.</p> +<p class="poetry">Now the wind is like a soul cast out and +praying<br /> +Vainly, prayers that pierce not ears when hearts resist:<br /> +Now mine own soul sighs, adrift as wind and straying,<br /> + ‘Had I wist.’</p> +<h2><a name="page5"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +5</span>RECOLLECTIONS.</h2> +<h3>I.</h3> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Years</span> upon years, as +a course of clouds that thicken<br /> +Thronging the ways of the wind that shifts and veers,<br /> +Pass, and the flames of remembered fires requicken<br /> + Years upon years.</p> +<p class="poetry">Surely the thought in a man’s heart hopes +or fears<br /> +Now that forgetfulness needs must here have stricken<br /> +Anguish, and sweetened the sealed-up springs of tears.</p> +<p class="poetry">Ah, but the strength of regrets that strain and +sicken,<br /> +Yearning for love that the veil of death endears,<br /> +Slackens not wing for the wings of years that quicken—<br +/> + Years upon years.</p> +<h3><a name="page6"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 6</span>II.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Years upon years, and the flame of love’s +high altar<br /> +Trembles and sinks, and the sense of listening ears<br /> +Heeds not the sound that it heard of love’s blithe +psalter<br /> + Years upon years.</p> +<p class="poetry">Only the sense of a heart that hearkens +hears,<br /> +Louder than dreams that assail and doubts that palter,<br /> +Sorrow that slept and that wakes ere sundawn peers.</p> +<p class="poetry">Wakes, that the heart may behold, and yet not +falter,<br /> +Faces of children as stars unknown of, spheres<br /> +Seen but of love, that endures though all things alter,<br /> + Years upon years.</p> +<h3><a name="page7"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +7</span>III.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Years upon years, as a watch by night that +passes,<br /> +Pass, and the light of their eyes is fire that sears<br /> +Slowly the hopes of the fruit that life amasses<br /> + Years upon years.</p> +<p class="poetry">Pale as the glimmer of stars on moorland +meres<br /> +Lighten the shadows reverberate from the glasses<br /> +Held in their hands as they pass among their peers.</p> +<p class="poetry">Lights that are shadows, as ghosts on graveyard +grasses,<br /> +Moving on paths that the moon of memory cheers,<br /> +Shew but as mists over cloudy mountain passes<br /> + Years upon years.</p> +<h2><a name="page8"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 8</span>TIME AND +LIFE.</h2> +<h3>I.</h3> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Time</span>, thy name is +sorrow, says the stricken<br /> +Heart of life, laid waste with wasting flame<br /> +Ere the change of things and thoughts requicken,<br /> + Time, thy name.</p> +<p class="poetry">Girt about with shadow, blind and lame,<br /> +Ghosts of things that smite and thoughts that sicken<br /> +Hunt and hound thee down to death and shame.</p> +<p class="poetry">Eyes of hours whose paces halt or quicken<br /> +Read in bloodred lines of loss and blame,<br /> +Writ where cloud and darkness round it thicken,<br /> + Time, thy name.</p> +<h3><a name="page9"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 9</span>II.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Nay, but rest is born of me for healing,<br /> +—So might haply time, with voice represt,<br /> +Speak: is grief the last gift of my dealing?<br /> + Nay, but rest.</p> +<p class="poetry">All the world is wearied, east and west,<br /> +Tired with toil to watch the slow sun wheeling,<br /> +Twelve loud hours of life’s laborious quest.</p> +<p class="poetry">Eyes forspent with vigil, faint and reeling,<br +/> +Find at last my comfort, and are blest,<br /> +Not with rapturous light of life’s revealing—<br /> + Nay, but rest.</p> +<h2><a name="page10"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 10</span>A +DIALOGUE.</h2> +<h3>I.</h3> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Death</span>, if thou wilt, +fain would I plead with thee:<br /> +Canst thou not spare, of all our hopes have built,<br /> +One shelter where our spirits fain would be,<br /> + Death, if thou wilt?</p> +<p class="poetry">No dome with suns and dews impearled and +gilt,<br /> +Imperial: but some roof of wildwood tree,<br /> +Too mean for sceptre’s heft or swordblade’s hilt.</p> +<p class="poetry">Some low sweet roof where love might live, set +free<br /> +From change and fear and dreams of grief or guilt;<br /> +Canst thou not leave life even thus much to see,<br /> + Death, if thou wilt?</p> +<h3><a name="page11"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +11</span>II.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Man, what art thou to speak and plead with +me?<br /> +What knowest thou of my workings, where and how<br /> +What things I fashion? Nay, behold and see,<br /> + Man, what art thou?</p> +<p class="poetry">Thy fruits of life, and blossoms of thy +bough,<br /> +What are they but my seedlings? Earth and sea<br /> +Bear nought but when I breathe on it must bow.</p> +<p class="poetry">Bow thou too down before me: though thou be<br +/> +Great, all the pride shall fade from off thy brow,<br /> +When Time and strong Oblivion ask of thee,<br /> + Man, what art thou?</p> +<h3><a name="page12"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +12</span>III.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Death, if thou be or be not, as was said,<br /> +Immortal; if thou make us nought, or we<br /> +Survive: thy power is made but of our dread,<br /> + Death, if thou be.</p> +<p class="poetry">Thy might is made out of our fear of thee:<br +/> +Who fears thee not, hath plucked from off thine head<br /> +The crown of cloud that darkens earth and sea.</p> +<p class="poetry">Earth, sea, and sky, as rain or vapour shed,<br +/> +Shall vanish; all the shows of them shall flee:<br /> +Then shall we know full surely, quick or dead,<br /> + Death, if thou be.</p> +<h2><a name="page13"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 13</span>PLUS +ULTRA.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Far</span> beyond the +sunrise and the sunset rises<br /> +Heaven, with worlds on worlds that lighten and respond:<br /> +Thought can see not thence the goal of hope’s surmises<br +/> + Far beyond.</p> +<p class="poetry">Night and day have made an everlasting bond<br +/> +Each with each to hide in yet more deep disguises<br /> +Truth, till souls of men that thirst for truth despond.</p> +<p class="poetry">All that man in pride of spirit slights or +prizes,<br /> +All the dreams that make him fearful, fain, or fond,<br /> +Fade at forethought’s touch of life’s unknown +surprises<br /> + Far beyond.</p> +<h2><a name="page14"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 14</span>A DEAD +FRIEND.</h2> +<h3>I.</h3> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Gone</span>, O gentle heart +and true,<br /> + Friend of hopes foregone,<br /> +Hopes and hopeful days with you<br /> + Gone?</p> +<p class="poetry"> Days of old that shone<br /> +Saw what none shall see anew,<br /> + When we gazed thereon.</p> +<p class="poetry">Soul as clear as sunlit dew,<br /> + Why so soon pass on,<br /> +Forth from all we loved and knew<br /> + Gone?</p> +<h3><a name="page15"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +15</span>II.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Friend of many a season fled,<br /> + What may sorrow send<br /> +Toward thee now from lips that said<br /> + ‘Friend’?</p> +<p class="poetry"> Sighs and songs to blend<br +/> +Praise with pain uncomforted<br /> + Though the praise ascend?</p> +<p class="poetry">Darkness hides no dearer head:<br /> + Why should darkness end<br /> +Day so soon, O dear and dead<br /> + Friend?</p> +<h3><a name="page16"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +16</span>III.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Dear in death, thou hast thy part<br /> + Yet in life, to cheer<br /> +Hearts that held thy gentle heart<br /> + Dear.</p> +<p class="poetry"> Time and chance may sear<br +/> +Hope with grief, and death may part<br /> + Hand from hand’s clasp here:</p> +<p class="poetry">Memory, blind with tears that start,<br /> + Sees through every tear<br /> +All that made thee, as thou art,<br /> + Dear.</p> +<h3><a name="page17"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +17</span>IV.</h3> +<p class="poetry">True and tender, single-souled,<br /> + What should memory do<br /> +Weeping o’er the trust we hold<br /> + True?</p> +<p class="poetry"> Known and loved of few,<br /> +But of these, though small their fold,<br /> + Loved how well were you!</p> +<p class="poetry">Change, that makes of new things old,<br /> + Leaves one old thing new;<br /> +Love which promised truth, and told<br /> + True.</p> +<h3><a name="page18"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +18</span>V.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Kind as heaven, while earth’s control<br +/> + Still had leave to bind<br /> +Thee, thy heart was toward man’s whole<br /> + Kind.</p> +<p class="poetry"> Thee no shadows blind<br /> +Now: the change of hours that roll<br /> + Leaves thy sleep behind.</p> +<p class="poetry">Love, that hears thy death-bell toll<br /> + Yet, may call to mind<br /> +Scarce a soul as thy sweet soul<br /> + Kind.</p> +<h3><a name="page19"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +19</span>VI.</h3> +<p class="poetry">How should life, O friend, forget<br /> + Death, whose guest art thou?<br /> +Faith responds to love’s regret,<br /> + How?</p> +<p class="poetry"> Still, for us that bow<br /> +Sorrowing, still, though life be set,<br /> + Shines thy bright mild brow.</p> +<p class="poetry">Yea, though death and thou be met,<br /> + Love may find thee now<br /> +Still, albeit we know not yet<br /> + How.</p> +<h3><a name="page20"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +20</span>VII.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Past as music fades, that shone<br /> + While its life might last;<br /> +As a song-bird’s shadow flown<br /> + Past!</p> +<p class="poetry"> Death’s reverberate +blast<br /> +Now for music’s lord has blown<br /> + Whom thy love held fast.</p> +<p class="poetry">Dead thy king, and void his throne:<br /> + Yet for grief at last<br /> +Love makes music of his own<br /> + Past.</p> +<h2><a name="page21"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 21</span>PAST +DAYS.</h2> +<h3>I.</h3> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Dead</span> and gone, the +days we had together,<br /> +Shadow-stricken all the lights that shone<br /> +Round them, flown as flies the blown foam’s feather,<br /> + Dead and gone.</p> +<p class="poetry">Where we went, we twain, in time foregone,<br +/> +Forth by land and sea, and cared not whether,<br /> +If I go again, I go alone.</p> +<p class="poetry">Bound am I with time as with a tether;<br /> +Thee perchance death leads enfranchised on,<br /> +Far from deathlike life and changeful weather,<br /> + Dead and gone.</p> +<h3><a name="page22"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +22</span>II.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Above the sea and sea-washed town we dwelt,<br +/> +We twain together, two brief summers, free<br /> +From heed of hours as light as clouds that melt<br /> + Above the sea.</p> +<p class="poetry">Free from all heed of aught at all were we,<br +/> +Save chance of change that clouds or sunbeams dealt<br /> +And gleam of heaven to windward or to lee.</p> +<p class="poetry">The Norman downs with bright grey waves for +belt<br /> +Were more for us than inland ways might be;<br /> +A clearer sense of nearer heaven was felt<br /> + Above the sea.</p> +<h3><a name="page23"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +23</span>III.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Cliffs and downs and headlands which the +forward-hasting<br /> +Flight of dawn and eve empurples and embrowns,<br /> +Wings of wild sea-winds and stormy seasons wasting<br /> + Cliffs and downs,</p> +<p class="poetry">These, or ever man was, were: the same sky +frowns,<br /> +Laughs, and lightens, as before his soul, forecasting<br /> +Times to be, conceived such hopes as time discrowns.</p> +<p class="poetry">These we loved of old: but now for me the +blasting<br /> +Breath of death makes dull the bright small seaward towns,<br /> +Clothes with human change these all but everlasting<br /> + Cliffs and downs.</p> +<h2><a name="page24"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 24</span>AUTUMN +AND WINTER.</h2> +<h3>I.</h3> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Three</span> months bade +wane and wax the wintering moon<br /> +Between two dates of death, while men were fain<br /> +Yet of the living light that all too soon<br /> + Three months bade wane.</p> +<p class="poetry">Cold autumn, wan with wrath of wind and +rain,<br /> +Saw pass a soul sweet as the sovereign tune<br /> +That death smote silent when he smote again.</p> +<p class="poetry">First went my friend, in life’s mid light +of noon,<br /> +Who loved the lord of music: then the strain<br /> +Whence earth was kindled like as heaven in June<br /> + Three months bade wane.</p> +<h3><a name="page25"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +25</span>II.</h3> +<p class="poetry">A herald soul before its master’s +flying<br /> +Touched by some few moons first the darkling goal<br /> +Where shades rose up to greet the shade, espying<br /> + A herald soul;</p> +<p class="poetry">Shades of dead lords of music, who control<br +/> +Men living by the might of men undying,<br /> +With strength of strains that make delight of dole.</p> +<p class="poetry">The deep dense dust on death’s dim +threshold lying<br /> +Trembled with sense of kindling sound that stole<br /> +Through darkness, and the night gave ear, descrying<br /> + A herald soul.</p> +<h3><a name="page26"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +26</span>III.</h3> +<p class="poetry">One went before, one after, but so fast<br /> +They seem gone hence together, from the shore<br /> +Whence we now gaze: yet ere the mightier passed<br /> + One went before;</p> +<p class="poetry">One whose whole heart of love, being set of +yore<br /> +On that high joy which music lends us, cast<br /> +Light round him forth of music’s radiant store.</p> +<p class="poetry">Then went, while earth on winter glared +aghast,<br /> +The mortal god he worshipped, through the door<br /> +Wherethrough so late, his lover to the last,<br /> + One went before.</p> +<h3><a name="page27"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +27</span>IV.</h3> +<p class="poetry">A star had set an hour before the sun<br /> +Sank from the skies wherethrough his heart’s pulse yet<br +/> +Thrills audibly: but few took heed, or none,<br /> + A star had set.</p> +<p class="poetry">All heaven rings back, sonorous with regret,<br +/> +The deep dirge of the sunset: how should one<br /> +Soft star be missed in all the concourse met?</p> +<p class="poetry">But, O sweet single heart whose work is +done,<br /> +Whose songs are silent, how should I forget<br /> +That ere the sunset’s fiery goal was won<br /> + A star had set?</p> +<h2><a name="page28"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 28</span>THE +DEATH OF RICHARD WAGNER.</h2> +<h3>I.</h3> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Mourning</span> on earth, +as when dark hours descend,<br /> +Wide-winged with plagues, from heaven; when hope and mirth<br /> +Wane, and no lips rebuke or reprehend<br /> + Mourning on earth.</p> +<p class="poetry">The soul wherein her songs of death and +birth,<br /> +Darkness and light, were wont to sound and blend,<br /> +Now silent, leaves the whole world less in worth.</p> +<p class="poetry">Winds that make moan and triumph, skies that +bend,<br /> +Thunders, and sound of tides in gulf and firth,<br /> +Spake through his spirit of speech, whose death should send<br /> + Mourning on earth.</p> +<h3><a name="page29"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +29</span>II.</h3> +<p class="poetry">The world’s great heart, whence all +things strange and rare<br /> +Take form and sound, that each inseparate part<br /> +May bear its burden in all tuned thoughts that share<br /> + The world’s great heart—</p> +<p class="poetry">The fountain forces, whence like steeds that +start<br /> +Leap forth the powers of earth and fire and air,<br /> +Seas that revolve and rivers that depart—</p> +<p class="poetry">Spake, and were turned to song: yea, all they +were,<br /> +With all their works, found in his mastering art<br /> +Speech as of powers whose uttered word laid bare<br /> + The world’s great heart.</p> +<h3><a name="page30"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +30</span>III.</h3> +<p class="poetry">From the depths of the sea, from the +wellsprings of earth, from the wastes of the midmost night,<br /> +From the fountains of darkness and tempest and thunder, from +heights where the soul would be,<br /> +The spell of the mage of music evoked their sense, as an unknown +light<br /> + From the depths of the sea.</p> +<p class="poetry">As a vision of heaven from the hollows of +ocean, that none but a god might see,<br /> +Rose out of the silence of things unknown of a presence, a form, +a might,<br /> +And we heard as a prophet that hears God’s message against +him, and may not flee.</p> +<p class="poetry">Eye might not endure it, but ear and heart with +a rapture of dark delight,<br /> +With a terror and wonder whose core was joy, and a passion of +thought set free,<br /> +Felt inly the rising of doom divine as a sundawn risen to +sight<br /> + From the depths of the sea.</p> +<h2><a name="page31"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 31</span>TWO +PRELUDES.</h2> +<h3>I.<br /> +LOHENGRIN.</h3> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Love</span>, out of the +depth of things,<br /> +As a dewfall felt from above,<br /> +From the heaven whence only springs<br /> + Love,</p> +<p class="poetry">Love, heard from the heights thereof,<br /> +The clouds and the watersprings,<br /> +Draws close as the clouds remove.</p> +<p class="poetry">And the soul in it speaks and sings,<br /> +A swan sweet-souled as a dove,<br /> +An echo that only rings<br /> + Love.</p> +<h3><a name="page32"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 32</span>II.<br +/> +TRISTAN UND ISOLDE.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Fate, out of the deep sea’s gloom,<br /> +When a man’s heart’s pride grows great,<br /> +And nought seems now to foredoom<br /> + Fate,</p> +<p class="poetry">Fate, laden with fears in wait,<br /> +Draws close through the clouds that loom,<br /> +Till the soul see, all too late,</p> +<p class="poetry">More dark than a dead world’s tomb,<br /> +More high than the sheer dawn’s gate,<br /> +More deep than the wide sea’s womb,<br /> + Fate.</p> +<h2><a name="page33"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 33</span>THE +LUTE AND THE LYRE.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Deep</span> desire, that +pierces heart and spirit to the root,<br /> +Finds reluctant voice in verse that yearns like soaring fire,<br +/> +Takes exultant voice when music holds in high pursuit<br /> + Deep desire.</p> +<p class="poetry">Keen as burns the passion of the rose whose +buds respire,<br /> +Strong as grows the yearning of the blossom toward the fruit,<br +/> +Sounds the secret half unspoken ere the deep tones tire.</p> +<p class="poetry">Slow subsides the rapture that possessed +love’s flower-soft lute,<br /> +Slow the palpitation of the triumph of the lyre:<br /> +Still the soul feels burn, a flame unslaked though these be +mute,<br /> + Deep desire.</p> +<h2><a name="page34"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 34</span>PLUS +INTRA.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Soul</span> within sense, +immeasurable, obscure,<br /> +Insepulchred and deathless, through the dense<br /> +Deep elements may scarce be felt as pure<br /> + Soul within sense.</p> +<p class="poetry">From depth and height by measurers left +immense,<br /> +Through sound and shape and colour, comes the unsure<br /> +Vague utterance, fitful with supreme suspense.</p> +<p class="poetry">All that may pass, and all that must endure,<br +/> +Song speaks not, painting shews not: more intense<br /> +And keen than these, art wakes with music’s lure<br /> + Soul within sense.</p> +<h2><a name="page35"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +35</span>CHANGE.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">But</span> now life’s +face beholden<br /> + Seemed bright as heaven’s bare brow<br /> +With hope of gifts withholden<br /> + But now.</p> +<p class="poetry"> From time’s +full-flowering bough<br /> +Each bud spake bloom to embolden<br /> + Love’s heart, and seal his vow.</p> +<p class="poetry">Joy’s eyes grew deep with olden<br /> + Dreams, born he wist not how;<br /> +Thought’s meanest garb was golden;<br /> + But now!</p> +<h2><a name="page36"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 36</span>A +BABY’S DEATH.</h2> +<h3>I.</h3> +<p class="poetry">A <span class="smcap">little</span> soul scarce +fledged for earth<br /> +Takes wing with heaven again for goal<br /> +Even while we hailed as fresh from birth<br /> + A little soul.</p> +<p class="poetry">Our thoughts ring sad as bells that toll,<br /> +Not knowing beyond this blind world’s girth<br /> +What things are writ in heaven’s full scroll.</p> +<p class="poetry">Our fruitfulness is there but dearth,<br /> +And all things held in time’s control<br /> +Seem there, perchance, ill dreams, not worth<br /> + A little soul.</p> +<h3><a name="page37"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +37</span>II.</h3> +<p class="poetry">The little feet that never trod<br /> +Earth, never strayed in field or street,<br /> +What hand leads upward back to God<br /> + The little feet?</p> +<p class="poetry">A rose in June’s most honied heat,<br /> +When life makes keen the kindling sod,<br /> +Was not so soft and warm and sweet.</p> +<p class="poetry">Their pilgrimage’s period<br /> +A few swift moons have seen complete<br /> +Since mother’s hands first clasped and shod<br /> + The little feet.</p> +<h3><a name="page38"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +38</span>III.</h3> +<p class="poetry">The little hands that never sought<br /> +Earth’s prizes, worthless all as sands,<br /> +What gift has death, God’s servant, brought<br /> + The little hands?</p> +<p class="poetry">We ask: but love’s self silent stands,<br +/> +Love, that lends eyes and wings to thought<br /> +To search where death’s dim heaven expands.</p> +<p class="poetry">Ere this, perchance, though love know +nought,<br /> +Flowers fill them, grown in lovelier lands,<br /> +Where hands of guiding angels caught<br /> + The little hands.</p> +<h3><a name="page39"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +39</span>IV.</h3> +<p class="poetry">The little eyes that never knew<br /> +Light other than of dawning skies,<br /> +What new life now lights up anew<br /> + The little eyes?</p> +<p class="poetry">Who knows but on their sleep may rise<br /> +Such light as never heaven let through<br /> +To lighten earth from Paradise?</p> +<p class="poetry">No storm, we know, may change the blue<br /> +Soft heaven that haply death descries<br /> +No tears, like these in ours, bedew<br /> + The little eyes.</p> +<h3><a name="page40"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +40</span>V.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Was life so strange, so sad the sky,<br /> + So strait the wide world’s range,<br /> +He would not stay to wonder why<br /> + Was life so strange?</p> +<p class="poetry">Was earth’s fair house a joyless +grange<br /> + Beside that house on high<br /> +Whence Time that bore him failed to estrange?</p> +<p class="poetry">That here at once his soul put by<br /> + All gifts of time and change,<br /> +And left us heavier hearts to sigh<br /> + ‘Was life so strange?’</p> +<h3><a name="page41"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +41</span>VI.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Angel by name love called him, seeing so +fair<br /> + The sweet small frame;<br /> +Meet to be called, if ever man’s child were,<br /> + Angel by name.</p> +<p class="poetry">Rose-bright and warm from heaven’s own +heart he came,<br /> + And might not bear<br /> +The cloud that covers earth’s wan face with shame.</p> +<p class="poetry">His little light of life was all too rare<br /> + And soft a flame:<br /> +Heaven yearned for him till angels hailed him there<br /> + Angel by name.</p> +<h3><a name="page42"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +42</span>VII.</h3> +<p class="poetry">The song that smiled upon his birthday here<br +/> +Weeps on the grave that holds him undefiled<br /> +Whose loss makes bitterer than a soundless tear<br /> + The song that smiled.</p> +<p class="poetry">His name crowned once the mightiest ever +styled<br /> +Sovereign of arts, and angel: fate and fear<br /> +Knew then their master, and were reconciled.</p> +<p class="poetry">But we saw born beneath some tenderer sphere<br +/> +Michael, an angel and a little child,<br /> +Whose loss bows down to weep upon his bier<br /> + The song that smiled.</p> +<h2><a name="page43"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 43</span>ONE OF +TWAIN.</h2> +<h3>I.</h3> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">One</span> of twain, +twin-born with flowers that waken,<br /> +Now hath passed from sense of sun and rain:<br /> +Wind from off the flower-crowned branch hath shaken<br /> + One of twain.</p> +<p class="poetry">One twin flower must pass, and one remain:<br +/> +One, the word said soothly, shall be taken,<br /> +And another left: can death refrain?</p> +<p class="poetry">Two years since was love’s light song +mistaken,<br /> +Blessing then both blossoms, half in vain?<br /> +Night outspeeding light hath overtaken<br /> + One of twain.</p> +<h3><a name="page44"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +44</span>II.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Night and light? O thou of heart +unwary,<br /> +Love, what knowest thou here at all aright,<br /> +Lured, abused, misled as men by fairy<br /> + Night and light?</p> +<p class="poetry">Haply, where thine eyes behold but night,<br /> +Soft as o’er her babe the smile of Mary<br /> +Light breaks flowerwise into new-born sight.</p> +<p class="poetry">What though night of light to thee be chary?<br +/> +What though stars of hope like flowers take flight?<br /> +Seest thou all things here, where all see vary<br /> + Night and light?</p> +<h2><a name="page45"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 45</span>DEATH +AND BIRTH.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Death</span> and birth +should dwell not near together:<br /> +Wealth keeps house not, even for shame, with dearth:<br /> +Fate doth ill to link in one brief tether<br /> + Death and birth.</p> +<p class="poetry">Harsh the yoke that binds them, strange the +girth<br /> +Seems that girds them each with each: yet whether<br /> +Death be best, who knows, or life on earth?</p> +<p class="poetry">Ill the rose-red and the sable feather<br /> +Blend in one crown’s plume, as grief with mirth:<br /> +Ill met still are warm and wintry weather,<br /> + Death and birth.</p> +<h2><a name="page46"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 46</span>BIRTH +AND DEATH.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Birth</span> and death, +twin-sister and twin-brother,<br /> +Night and day, on all things that draw breath,<br /> +Reign, while time keeps friends with one another<br /> + Birth and death.</p> +<p class="poetry">Each brow-bound with flowers diverse of +wreath,<br /> +Heaven they hail as father, earth as mother,<br /> +Faithful found above them and beneath.</p> +<p class="poetry">Smiles may lighten tears, and tears may +smother<br /> +Smiles, for all that joy or sorrow saith:<br /> +Joy nor sorrow knows not from each other<br /> + Birth and death.</p> +<h2><a name="page47"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +47</span>BENEDICTION.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Blest</span> in death and +life beyond man’s guessing<br /> +Little children live and die, possest<br /> +Still of grace that keeps them past expressing<br /> + Blest.</p> +<p class="poetry">Each least chirp that rings from every nest,<br +/> +Each least touch of flower-soft fingers pressing<br /> +Aught that yearns and trembles to be prest,</p> +<p class="poetry">Each least glance, gives gifts of grace, +redressing<br /> +Grief’s worst wrongs: each mother’s nurturing +breast<br /> +Feeds a flower of bliss, beyond all blessing<br /> + Blest.</p> +<h2><a name="page48"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +48</span>ÉTUDE RÉALISTE.</h2> +<h3>I.</h3> +<p class="poetry">A <span class="smcap">Baby’s</span> feet, +like sea-shells pink,<br /> + Might tempt, should heaven see meet,<br /> +An angel’s lips to kiss, we think,<br /> + A baby’s feet.</p> +<p class="poetry">Like rose-hued sea-flowers toward the heat<br +/> + They stretch and spread and wink<br /> +Their ten soft buds that part and meet.</p> +<p class="poetry">No flower-bells that expand and shrink<br /> + Gleam half so heavenly sweet<br /> +As shine on life’s untrodden brink<br /> + A baby’s feet.</p> +<h3><a name="page49"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +49</span>II.</h3> +<p class="poetry">A baby’s hands, like rosebuds furled<br +/> + Whence yet no leaf expands,<br /> +Ope if you touch, though close upcurled,<br /> + A baby’s hands.</p> +<p class="poetry">Then, fast as warriors grip their brands<br /> + When battle’s bolt is hurled,<br /> +They close, clenched hard like tightening bands.</p> +<p class="poetry">No rosebuds yet by dawn impearled<br /> + Match, even in loveliest lands,<br /> +The sweetest flowers in all the world—<br /> + A baby’s hands.</p> +<h3><a name="page50"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +50</span>III.</h3> +<p class="poetry">A baby’s eyes, ere speech begin,<br /> + Ere lips learn words or sighs,<br /> +Bless all things bright enough to win<br /> + A baby’s eyes.</p> +<p class="poetry">Love, while the sweet thing laughs and lies,<br +/> + And sleep flows out and in,<br /> +Sees perfect in them Paradise.</p> +<p class="poetry">Their glance might cast out pain and sin,<br /> + Their speech make dumb the wise,<br /> +By mute glad godhead felt within<br /> + A baby’s eyes.</p> +<h2><a name="page51"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +51</span>BABYHOOD.</h2> +<h3>I.</h3> +<p class="poetry">A <span class="smcap">baby</span> shines as +bright<br /> +If winter or if May be<br /> +On eyes that keep in sight<br /> + A baby.</p> +<p class="poetry">Though dark the skies or grey be,<br /> +It fills our eyes with light,<br /> +If midnight or midday be.</p> +<p class="poetry">Love hails it, day and night,<br /> +The sweetest thing that may be<br /> +Yet cannot praise aright<br /> + A baby.</p> +<h3><a name="page52"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +52</span>II.</h3> +<p class="poetry">All heaven, in every baby born,<br /> +All absolute of earthly leaven,<br /> +Reveals itself, though man may scorn<br /> + All heaven.</p> +<p class="poetry">Yet man might feel all sin forgiven,<br /> +All grief appeased, all pain outworn,<br /> +By this one revelation given.</p> +<p class="poetry">Soul, now forget thy burdens borne:<br /> +Heart, be thy joys now seven times seven:<br /> +Love shows in light more bright than morn<br /> + All heaven.</p> +<h3><a name="page53"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +53</span>III.</h3> +<p class="poetry">What likeness may define, and stray not<br /> + From truth’s exactest way,<br /> +A baby’s beauty? Love can say not<br /> + What likeness may.</p> +<p class="poetry">The Mayflower loveliest held in May<br /> + Of all that shine and stay not<br /> +Laughs not in rosier disarray.</p> +<p class="poetry">Sleek satin, swansdown, buds that play not<br +/> + As yet with winds that play,<br /> +Would fain be matched with this, and may not:<br /> + What likeness may?</p> +<h3><a name="page54"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +54</span>IV.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Rose, round whose bed<br /> +Dawn’s cloudlets close,<br /> +Earth’s brightest-bred<br /> + Rose!</p> +<p class="poetry">No song, love knows,<br /> +May praise the head<br /> +Your curtain shows.</p> +<p class="poetry">Ere sleep has fled,<br /> +The whole child glows<br /> +One sweet live red<br /> + Rose.</p> +<h2><a name="page55"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 55</span>FIRST +FOOTSTEPS.</h2> +<p class="poetry">A <span class="smcap">little</span> way, more +soft and sweet<br /> + Than fields aflower with May,<br /> +A babe’s feet, venturing, scarce complete<br /> + A little way.</p> +<p class="poetry"> Eyes full of dawning day<br +/> +Look up for mother’s eyes to meet,<br /> + Too blithe for song to say.</p> +<p class="poetry">Glad as the golden spring to greet<br /> + Its first live leaflet’s play,<br /> +Love, laughing, leads the little feet<br /> + A little way.</p> +<h2><a name="page56"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 56</span>A +NINTH BIRTHDAY.<br /> +<span class="smcap">February</span> 4, 1883.</h2> +<h3>I.</h3> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Three</span> times thrice +hath winter’s rough white wing<br /> +Crossed and curdled wells and streams with ice<br /> +Since his birth whose praises love would sing<br /> + Three times thrice.</p> +<p class="poetry">Earth nor sea bears flower nor pearl of +price<br /> +Fit to crown the forehead of my king,<br /> +Honey meet to please him, balm, nor spice.</p> +<p class="poetry">Love can think of nought but love to bring<br +/> +Fit to serve or do him sacrifice<br /> +Ere his eyes have looked upon the spring<br /> + Three times thrice.</p> +<h3><a name="page57"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +57</span>II.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Three times thrice the world has fallen on +slumber,<br /> +Shone and waned and withered in a trice,<br /> +Frost has fettered Thames and Tyne and Humber<br /> + Three times thrice,</p> +<p class="poetry">Fogs have swoln too thick for steel to +slice,<br /> +Cloud and mud have soiled with grime and umber<br /> +Earth and heaven, defaced as souls with vice,</p> +<p class="poetry">Winds have risen to wreck, snows fallen to +cumber,<br /> +Ships and chariots, trapped like rats or mice,<br /> +Since my king first smiled, whose years now number<br /> + Three times thrice.</p> +<h3><a name="page58"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +58</span>III.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Three times thrice, in wine of song +full-flowing,<br /> +Pledge, my heart, the child whose eyes suffice,<br /> +Once beheld, to set thy joy-bells going<br /> + Three times thrice.</p> +<p class="poetry">Not the lands of palm and date and rice<br /> +Glow more bright when summer leaves them glowing,<br /> +Laugh more light when suns and winds entice.</p> +<p class="poetry">Noon and eve and midnight and cock-crowing,<br +/> +Child whose love makes life as paradise,<br /> +Love should sound your praise with clarions blowing<br /> + Three times thrice.</p> +<h2><a name="page59"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 59</span>NOT A +CHILD.</h2> +<h3>I.</h3> +<p class="poetry">‘<span class="smcap">Not</span> a child: +I call myself a boy,’<br /> +Says my king, with accent stern yet mild,<br /> +Now nine years have brought him change of joy;<br /> + ‘Not a child.’</p> +<p class="poetry">How could reason be so far beguiled,<br /> +Err so far from sense’s safe employ,<br /> +Stray so wide of truth, or run so wild?</p> +<p class="poetry">Seeing his face bent over book or toy,<br /> +Child I called him, smiling: but he smiled<br /> +Back, as one too high for vain annoy—<br /> + Not a child.</p> +<h3><a name="page60"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +60</span>II.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Not a child? alack the year!<br /> +What should ail an undefiled<br /> +Heart, that he would fain appear<br /> + Not a child?</p> +<p class="poetry">Men, with years and memories piled<br /> +Each on other, far and near,<br /> +Fain again would so be styled:</p> +<p class="poetry">Fain would cast off hope and fear,<br /> +Rest, forget, be reconciled:<br /> +Why would you so fain be, dear,<br /> + Not a child?</p> +<h3><a name="page61"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +61</span>III.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Child or boy, my darling, which you will,<br /> +Still your praise finds heart and song employ,<br /> +Heart and song both yearning toward you still,<br /> + Child or boy.</p> +<p class="poetry">All joys else might sooner pall or cloy<br /> +Love than this which inly takes its fill,<br /> +Dear, of sight of your more perfect joy.</p> +<p class="poetry">Nay, be aught you please, let all fulfil<br /> +All your pleasure; be your world your toy:<br /> +Mild or wild we love you, loud or still,<br /> + Child or boy.</p> +<h2><a name="page62"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 62</span>TO +DORA DORIAN.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Child</span> of two strong +nations, heir<br /> +Born of high-souled hope that smiled,<br /> +Seeing for each brought forth a fair<br /> + Child,</p> +<p class="poetry">By thy gracious brows, and wild<br /> +Golden-clouded heaven of hair,<br /> +By thine eyes elate and mild,</p> +<p class="poetry">Hope would fain take heart to swear<br /> +Men should yet be reconciled,<br /> +Seeing the sign she bids thee bear,<br /> + Child.</p> +<h2><a name="page63"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 63</span>THE +ROUNDEL.</h2> +<p class="poetry">A <span class="smcap">roundel</span> is wrought +as a ring or a starbright sphere,<br /> +With craft of delight and with cunning of sound unsought,<br /> +That the heart of the hearer may smile if to pleasure his ear<br +/> + A roundel is wrought.</p> +<p class="poetry">Its jewel of music is carven of all or of +aught—<br /> +Love, laughter, or mourning—remembrance of rapture or +fear—<br /> +That fancy may fashion to hang in the ear of thought.</p> +<p class="poetry">As a bird’s quick song runs round, and +the hearts in us hear<br /> +Pause answer to pause, and again the same strain caught,<br /> +So moves the device whence, round as a pearl or tear,<br /> + A roundel is wrought.</p> +<h2><a name="page64"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 64</span>AT +SEA.</h2> +<p class="poetry">‘<span class="smcap">Farewell</span> and +adieu’ was the burden prevailing<br /> +Long since in the chant of a home-faring crew;<br /> +And the heart in us echoes, with laughing or wailing,<br /> + Farewell and adieu.</p> +<p class="poetry">Each year that we live shall we sing it +anew,<br /> +With a water untravelled before us for sailing<br /> +And a water behind us that wrecks may bestrew.</p> +<p class="poetry">The stars of the past and the beacons are +paling,<br /> +The heavens and the waters are hoarier of hue:<br /> +But the heart in us chants not an all unavailing<br /> + Farewell and adieu.</p> +<h2><a name="page65"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 65</span>WASTED +LOVE.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">What</span> shall be done +for sorrow<br /> + With love whose race is run?<br /> +Where help is none to borrow,<br /> + What shall be done?</p> +<p class="poetry">In vain his hands have spun<br /> + The web, or drawn the furrow:<br /> +No rest their toil hath won.</p> +<p class="poetry">His task is all gone thorough,<br /> + And fruit thereof is none:<br /> +And who dare say to-morrow<br /> + What shall be done?</p> +<h2><a name="page66"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 66</span>BEFORE +SUNSET.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Love’s</span> +twilight wanes in heaven above,<br /> + On earth ere twilight reigns:<br /> +Ere fear may feel the chill thereof,<br /> + Love’s twilight wanes.</p> +<p class="poetry">Ere yet the insatiate heart complains<br /> + ‘Too much, and scarce enough,’<br /> +The lip so late athirst refrains.</p> +<p class="poetry">Soft on the neck of either dove<br /> + Love’s hands let slip the reins:<br /> +And while we look for light of love<br /> + Love’s twilight wanes.</p> +<h2><a name="page67"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 67</span>A +SINGING LESSON.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Far-fetched</span> and +dear-bought, as the proverb rehearses,<br /> +Is good, or was held so, for ladies: but nought<br /> +In a song can be good if the turn of the verse is<br /> + Far-fetched and dear-bought.</p> +<p class="poetry">As the turn of a wave should it sound, and the +thought<br /> +Ring smooth, and as light as the spray that disperses<br /> +Be the gleam of the words for the garb thereof wrought.</p> +<p class="poetry">Let the soul in it shine through the sound as +it pierces<br /> +Men’s hearts with possession of music unsought;<br /> +For the bounties of song are no jealous god’s mercies,<br +/> + Far-fetched and dear-bought.</p> +<h2><a name="page68"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +68</span>FLOWER-PIECES.</h2> +<h3>I.<br /> +LOVE LIES BLEEDING.</h3> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Love</span> lies bleeding +in the bed whereover<br /> +Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading:<br /> +Earth lies laughing where the sun’s dart clove her:<br /> + Love lies bleeding.</p> +<p class="poetry">Stately shine his purple plumes, exceeding<br +/> +Pride of princes: nor shall maid or lover<br /> +Find on earth a fairer sign worth heeding.</p> +<p class="poetry">Yet may love, sore wounded scarce recover<br /> +Strength and spirit again, with life receding:<br /> +Hope and joy, wind-winged, about him hover:<br /> + Love lies bleeding.</p> +<h3><a name="page69"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 69</span>II.<br +/> +LOVE IN A MIST.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Light love in a mist, by the midsummer moon +misguided,<br /> +Scarce seen in the twilight garden if gloom insist,<br /> +Seems vainly to seek for a star whose gleam has derided<br /> + Light love in a mist.</p> +<p class="poetry">All day in the sun, when the breezes do all +they list,<br /> +His soft blue raiment of cloudlike blossom abided<br /> +Unrent and unwithered of winds and of rays that kissed.</p> +<p class="poetry">Blithe-hearted or sad, as the cloud or the sun +subsided,<br /> +Love smiled in the flower with a meaning whereof none wist<br /> +Save two that beheld, as a gleam that before them glided,<br /> + Light love in a mist.</p> +<h2><a name="page70"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 70</span>THREE +FACES.</h2> +<h3>I.<br /> +VENTIMIGLIA.</h3> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">The</span> sky and sea +glared hard and bright and blank:<br /> +Down the one steep street, with slow steps firm and free,<br /> +A tall girl paced, with eyes too proud to thank<br /> + The sky and sea.</p> +<p class="poetry">One dead flat sapphire, void of wrath or +glee,<br /> +Through bay on bay shone blind from bank to bank<br /> +The weary Mediterranean, drear to see.</p> +<p class="poetry">More deep, more living, shone her eyes that +drank<br /> +The breathless light and shed again on me,<br /> +Till pale before their splendour waned and shrank<br /> + The sky and sea.</p> +<h3><a name="page71"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 71</span>II.<br +/> +GENOA.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Again the same strange might of eyes, that +saw<br /> +In heaven and earth nought fairer, overcame<br /> +My sight with rapture of reiterate awe,<br /> + Again the same.</p> +<p class="poetry">The self-same pulse of wonder shook like +flame<br /> +The spirit of sense within me: what strange law<br /> +Had bid this be, for blessing or for blame?</p> +<p class="poetry">To what veiled end that fate or chance +foresaw<br /> +Came forth this second sister face, that came<br /> +Absolute, perfect, fair without a flaw,<br /> + Again the same?</p> +<h3><a name="page72"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +72</span>III.<br /> +VENICE.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Out of the dark pure twilight, where the +stream<br /> +Flows glimmering, streaked by many a birdlike bark<br /> +That skims the gloom whence towers and bridges gleam<br /> + Out of the dark,</p> +<p class="poetry">Once more a face no glance might choose but +mark<br /> +Shone pale and bright, with eyes whose deep slow beam<br /> +Made quick the twilight, lifeless else and stark.</p> +<p class="poetry">The same it seemed, or mystery made it seem,<br +/> +As those before beholden; but St. Mark<br /> +Ruled here the ways that showed it like a dream<br /> + Out of the dark.</p> +<h2><a name="page73"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +73</span>EROS.</h2> +<h3>I.</h3> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Eros</span>, from rest in +isles far-famed,<br /> +With rising Anthesterion rose,<br /> +And all Hellenic heights acclaimed<br /> + Eros.</p> +<p class="poetry">The sea one pearl, the shore one rose,<br /> +All round him all the flower-month flamed<br /> +And lightened, laughing off repose.</p> +<p class="poetry">Earth’s heart, sublime and unashamed,<br +/> +Knew, even perchance as man’s heart knows,<br /> +The thirst of all men’s nature named<br /> + Eros.</p> +<h3><a name="page74"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +74</span>II.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Eros, a fire of heart untamed,<br /> +A light of spirit in sense that glows,<br /> +Flamed heavenward still ere earth defamed<br /> + Eros.</p> +<p class="poetry">Nor fear nor shame durst curb or close<br /> +His golden godhead, marred and maimed,<br /> +Fast round with bonds that burnt and froze.</p> +<p class="poetry">Ere evil faith struck blind and lamed<br /> +Love, pure as fire or flowers or snows,<br /> +Earth hailed as blameless and unblamed<br /> + Eros.</p> +<h3><a name="page75"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +75</span>III.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Eros, with shafts by thousands aimed<br /> +At laughing lovers round in rows,<br /> +Fades from their sight whose tongues proclaimed<br /> + Eros.</p> +<p class="poetry">But higher than transient shapes or shows<br /> +The light of love in life inflamed<br /> +Springs, toward no goal that these disclose.</p> +<p class="poetry">Above those heavens which passion claimed<br /> +Shines, veiled by change that ebbs and flows,<br /> +The soul in all things born or framed,<br /> + Eros.</p> +<h2><a name="page76"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +76</span>SORROW.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Sorrow</span>, on wing +through the world for ever,<br /> +Here and there for awhile would borrow<br /> +Rest, if rest might haply deliver<br /> + Sorrow.</p> +<p class="poetry">One thought lies close in her heart gnawn +thorough<br /> +With pain, a weed in a dried-up river,<br /> +A rust-red share in an empty furrow.</p> +<p class="poetry">Hearts that strain at her chain would sever<br +/> +The link where yesterday frets to-morrow:<br /> +All things pass in the world, but never<br /> + Sorrow.</p> +<h2><a name="page77"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +77</span>SLEEP.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Sleep</span>, when a soul +that her own clouds cover<br /> +Wails that sorrow should always keep<br /> +Watch, nor see in the gloom above her<br /> + Sleep,</p> +<p class="poetry">Down, through darkness naked and steep,<br /> +Sinks, and the gifts of his grace recover<br /> +Soon the soul, though her wound be deep.</p> +<p class="poetry">God beloved of us, all men’s lover,<br /> +All most weary that smile or weep<br /> +Feel thee afar or anear them hover,<br /> + Sleep.</p> +<h2><a name="page78"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 78</span>ON AN +OLD ROUNDEL</h2> +<p style="text-align: center"><span class="smcap"><i>Translated +by D. C. Rossetti from the French of Villon</i></span>.</p> +<h3>I.</h3> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Death</span>, from thy +rigour a voice appealed,<br /> +And men still hear what the sweet cry saith,<br /> +Crying aloud in thine ears fast sealed,<br /> + Death.</p> +<p class="poetry">As a voice in a vision that vanisheth,<br /> +Through the grave’s gate barred and the portal steeled<br +/> +The sound of the wail of it travelleth.</p> +<p class="poetry">Wailing aloud from a heart unhealed,<br /> +It woke response of melodious breath<br /> +From lips now too by thy kiss congealed,<br /> + Death.</p> +<h3><a name="page79"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +79</span>II.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Ages ago, from the lips of a sad glad poet<br +/> +Whose soul was a wild dove lost in the whirling snow,<br /> +The soft keen plaint of his pain took voice to show it<br /> + Ages ago.</p> +<p class="poetry">So clear, so deep, the divine drear accents +flow,<br /> +No soul that listens may choose but thrill to know it,<br /> +Pierced and wrung by the passionate music’s throe.</p> +<p class="poetry">For us there murmurs a nearer voice below +it,<br /> +Known once of ears that never again shall know,<br /> +Now mute as the mouth which felt death’s wave +o’erflow it<br /> + Ages ago.</p> +<h2><a name="page80"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 80</span>A +LANDSCAPE BY COURBET.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Low</span> lies the mere +beneath the moorside, still<br /> +And glad of silence: down the wood sweeps clear<br /> +To the utmost verge where fed with many a rill<br /> + Low lies the mere.</p> +<p class="poetry">The wind speaks only summer: eye nor ear<br /> +Sees aught at all of dark, hears aught of shrill,<br /> +From sound or shadow felt or fancied here.</p> +<p class="poetry">Strange, as we praise the dead man’s +might and skill,<br /> +Strange that harsh thoughts should make such heavy cheer,<br /> +While, clothed with peace by heaven’s most gentle will,<br +/> + Low lies the mere.</p> +<h2><a name="page81"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 81</span>A +FLOWER-PIECE BY FANTIN.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Heart’s</span> ease +or pansy, pleasure or thought,<br /> +Which would the picture give us of these?<br /> +Surely the heart that conceived it sought<br /> + Heart’s ease.</p> +<p class="poetry">Surely by glad and divine degrees<br /> +The heart impelling the hand that wrought<br /> +Wrought comfort here for a soul’s disease.</p> +<p class="poetry">Deep flowers, with lustre and darkness +fraught,<br /> +From glass that gleams as the chill still seas<br /> +Lean and lend for a heart distraught<br /> + Heart’s ease.</p> +<h2><a name="page82"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 82</span>A +NIGHT-PIECE BY MILLET.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Wind</span> and sea and +cloud and cloud-forsaking<br /> +Mirth of moonlight where the storm leaves free<br /> +Heaven awhile, for all the wrath of waking<br /> + Wind and sea.</p> +<p class="poetry">Bright with glad mad rapture, fierce with +glee,<br /> +Laughs the moon, borne on past cloud’s o’ertaking<br +/> +Fast, it seems, as wind or sail can flee.</p> +<p class="poetry">One blown sail beneath her, hardly making<br /> +Forth, wild-winged for harbourage yet to be,<br /> +Strives and leaps and pants beneath the breaking<br /> + Wind and sea.</p> +<h2><a name="page83"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +83</span>‘MARZO PAZZO.’</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Mad</span> March, with the +wind in his wings wide-spread,<br /> +Leaps from heaven, and the deep dawn’s arch<br /> +Hails re-risen again from the dead<br /> + Mad March.</p> +<p class="poetry">Soft small flames on rowan and larch<br /> +Break forth as laughter on lips that said<br /> +Nought till the pulse in them beat love’s march.</p> +<p class="poetry">But the heartbeat now in the lips rose-red<br +/> +Speaks life to the world, and the winds that parch<br /> +Bring April forth as a bride to wed<br /> + Mad March.</p> +<h2><a name="page84"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 84</span>DEAD +LOVE.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Dead</span> love, by +treason slain, lies stark,<br /> +White as a dead stark-stricken dove:<br /> +None that pass by him pause to mark<br /> + Dead love.</p> +<p class="poetry">His heart, that strained and yearned and +strove<br /> +As toward the sundawn strives the lark,<br /> +Is cold as all the old joy thereof.</p> +<p class="poetry">Dead men, re-risen from dust, may hark<br /> +When rings the trumpet blown above:<br /> +It will not raise from out the dark<br /> + Dead love.</p> +<h2><a name="page85"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +85</span>DISCORD.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Unreconciled</span> by +life’s fleet years, that fled<br /> +With changeful clang of pinions wide and wild,<br /> +Though two great spirits had lived, and hence had sped<br /> + Unreconciled;</p> +<p class="poetry">Though time and change, harsh time’s +imperious child,<br /> +That wed strange hands together, might not wed<br /> +High hearts by hope’s misprision once beguiled;</p> +<p class="poetry">Faith, by the light from either’s memory +shed,<br /> +Sees, radiant as their ends were undefiled,<br /> +One goal for each—not twain among the dead<br /> + Unreconciled.</p> +<h2><a name="page86"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +86</span>CONCORD.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Reconciled</span> by +death’s mild hand, that giving<br /> +Peace gives wisdom, not more strong than mild,<br /> +Love beholds them, each without misgiving<br /> + Reconciled.</p> +<p class="poetry">Each on earth alike of earth reviled,<br /> +Hated, feared, derided, and forgiving,<br /> +Each alike had heaven at heart, and smiled.</p> +<p class="poetry">Both bright names, clothed round with +man’s thanksgiving,<br /> +Shine, twin stars above the storm-drifts piled,<br /> +Dead and deathless, whom we saw not living<br /> + Reconciled.</p> +<h2><a name="page87"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +87</span>MOURNING.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Alas</span> my brother! the +cry of the mourners of old<br /> + That cried on each other,<br /> +All crying aloud on the dead as the death-note rolled,<br /> + Alas my brother!</p> +<p class="poetry">As flashes of dawn that mists from an east wind +smother<br /> + With fold upon fold,<br /> +The past years gleam that linked us one with another.</p> +<p class="poetry">Time sunders hearts as of brethren whose eyes +behold<br /> + No more their mother:<br /> +But a cry sounds yet from the shrine whose fires wax cold,<br /> + Alas my brother!</p> +<h2><a name="page88"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +88</span>APEROTOS EROS.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Strong</span> as death, and +cruel as the grave,<br /> +Clothed with cloud and tempest’s blackening breath,<br /> +Known of death’s dread self, whom none outbrave,<br /> + Strong as death,</p> +<p class="poetry">Love, brow-bound with anguish for a wreath,<br +/> +Fierce with pain, a tyrant-hearted slave,<br /> +Burns above a world that groans beneath.</p> +<p class="poetry">Hath not pity power on thee to save,<br /> +Love? hath power no pity? Nought he saith,<br /> +Answering: blind he walks as wind or wave,<br /> + Strong as death.</p> +<h2><a name="page89"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 89</span>TO +CATULLUS.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">My</span> brother, my +Valerius, dearest head<br /> +Of all whose crowning bay-leaves crown their mother<br /> +Rome, in the notes first heard of thine I read<br /> + My brother.</p> +<p class="poetry">No dust that death or time can strew may +smother<br /> +Love and the sense of kinship inly bred<br /> +From loves and hates at one with one another.</p> +<p class="poetry">To thee was Cæsar’s self nor dear +nor dread,<br /> +Song and the sea were sweeter each than other:<br /> +How should I living fear to call thee dead<br /> + My brother?</p> +<h2><a name="page90"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +90</span>‘INSULARUM OCELLE.’</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Sark</span>, fairer than +aught in the world that the lit skies cover,<br /> +Laughs inly behind her cliffs, and the seafarers mark<br /> +As a shrine where the sunlight serves, though the blown clouds +hover,<br /> + Sark.</p> +<p class="poetry">We mourn, for love of a song that outsang the +lark,<br /> +That nought so lovely beholden of Sirmio’s lover<br /> +Made glad in Propontis the flight of his Pontic bark.</p> +<p class="poetry">Here earth lies lordly, triumphal as heaven is +above her,<br /> +And splendid and strange as the sea that upbears as an ark,<br /> +As a sign for the rapture of storm-spent eyes to discover,<br /> + Sark.</p> +<h2><a name="page91"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 91</span>IN +SARK.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Abreast</span> and ahead of +the sea is a crag’s front cloven asunder<br /> +With strong sea-breach and with wasting of winds whence terror is +shed<br /> +As a shadow of death from the wings of the darkness on waters +that thunder<br /> + Abreast and ahead.</p> +<p class="poetry">At its edge is a sepulchre hollowed and hewn +for a lone man’s bed,<br /> +Propped open with rock and agape on the sky and the sea +thereunder,<br /> +But roofed and walled in well from the wrath of them slept its +dead.</p> +<p class="poetry">Here might not a man drink rapture of rest, or +delight above wonder,<br /> +Beholding, a soul disembodied, the days and the nights that +fled,<br /> +With splendour and sound of the tempest around and above him and +under,<br /> + Abreast and ahead?</p> +<h2><a name="page92"></a><span class="pagenum">p. 92</span>IN +GUERNSEY.</h2> +<p style="text-align: center">TO THEODORE WATTS.</p> +<h3>I.</h3> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">The</span> heavenly bay, +ringed round with cliffs and moors,<br /> +Storm-stained ravines, and crags that lawns inlay,<br /> +Soothes as with love the rocks whose guard secures<br /> + The heavenly bay.</p> +<p class="poetry">O friend, shall time take ever this away,<br /> +This blessing given of beauty that endures,<br /> +This glory shown us, not to pass but stay?</p> +<p class="poetry">Though sight be changed for memory, love +ensures<br /> +What memory, changed by love to sight, would say—<br /> +The word that seals for ever mine and yours<br /> + The heavenly bay.</p> +<h3><a name="page93"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +93</span>II.</h3> +<p class="poetry">My mother sea, my fostress, what new strand,<br +/> +What new delight of waters, may this be,<br /> +The fairest found since time’s first breezes fanned<br /> + My mother sea?</p> +<p class="poetry">Once more I give me body and soul to thee,<br +/> +Who hast my soul for ever: cliff and sand<br /> +Recede, and heart to heart once more are we.</p> +<p class="poetry">My heart springs first and plunges, ere my +hand<br /> +Strike out from shore: more close it brings to me,<br /> +More near and dear than seems my fatherland,<br /> + My mother sea.</p> +<h3><a name="page94"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +94</span>III.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Across and along, as the bay’s breadth +opens, and o’er us<br /> +Wild autumn exults in the wind, swift rapture and strong<br /> +Impels us, and broader the wide waves brighten before us<br /> + Across and along.</p> +<p class="poetry">The whole world’s heart is uplifted, and +knows not wrong;<br /> +The whole world’s life is a chant to the sea-tide’s +chorus;<br /> +Are we not as waves of the water, as notes of the song?</p> +<p class="poetry">Like children unworn of the passions and toils +that wore us,<br /> +We breast for a season the breadth of the seas that throng,<br /> +Rejoicing as they, to be borne as of old they bore us<br /> + Across and along.</p> +<h3><a name="page95"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +95</span>IV.</h3> +<p class="poetry">On Dante’s track by some funereal +spell<br /> +Drawn down through desperate ways that lead not back<br /> +We seem to move, bound forth past flood and fell<br /> + On Dante’s track.</p> +<p class="poetry">The grey path ends: the gaunt rocks gape: the +black<br /> +Deep hollow tortuous night, a soundless shell,<br /> +Glares darkness: are the fires of old grown slack?</p> +<p class="poetry">Nay, then, what flames are these that leap and +swell<br /> +As ’twere to show, where earth’s foundations +crack,<br /> +The secrets of the sepulchres of hell<br /> + On Dante’s track?</p> +<h3><a name="page96"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +96</span>V.</h3> +<p class="poetry">By mere men’s hands the flame was lit, we +know,<br /> +From heaps of dry waste whin and casual brands:<br /> +Yet, knowing, we scarce believe it kindled so<br /> + By mere men’s hands.</p> +<p class="poetry">Above, around, high-vaulted hell expands,<br /> +Steep, dense, a labyrinth walled and roofed with woe,<br /> +Whose mysteries even itself not understands.</p> +<p class="poetry">The scorn in Farinata’s eyes aglow<br /> +Seems visible in this flame: there Geryon stands:<br /> +No stage of earth’s is here, set forth to show<br /> + By mere men’s hands.</p> +<h3><a name="page97"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +97</span>VI.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Night, in utmost noon forlorn and strong, with +heart athirst and fasting,<br /> +Hungers here, barred up for ever, whence as one whom dreams +affright<br /> +Day recoils before the low-browed lintel threatening doom and +casting<br /> + Night.</p> +<p class="poetry">All the reefs and islands, all the lawns and +highlands, clothed with light,<br /> +Laugh for love’s sake in their sleep outside: but here the +night speaks, blasting<br /> +Day with silent speech and scorn of all things known from depth +to height.</p> +<p class="poetry">Lower than dive the thoughts of spirit-stricken +fear in souls forecasting<br /> +Hell, the deep void seems to yawn beyond fear’s reach, and +higher than sight<br /> +Rise the walls and roofs that compass it about with +everlasting<br /> + Night.</p> +<h3><a name="page98"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +98</span>VII.</h3> +<p class="poetry">The house accurst, with cursing sealed and +signed,<br /> +Heeds not what storms about it burn and burst:<br /> +No fear more fearful than its own may find<br /> + The house accurst.</p> +<p class="poetry">Barren as crime, anhungered and athirst,<br /> +Blank miles of moor sweep inland, sere and blind,<br /> +Where summer’s best rebukes not winter’s worst.</p> +<p class="poetry">The low bleak tower with nought save wastes +behind<br /> +Stares down the abyss whereon chance reared and nursed<br /> +This type and likeness of the accurst man’s mind,<br /> + The house accurst.</p> +<h3><a name="page99"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +99</span>VIII.</h3> +<p class="poetry">Beloved and blest, lit warm with love and +fame,<br /> +The house that had the light of the earth for guest<br /> +Hears for his name’s sake all men hail its name<br /> + Beloved and blest.</p> +<p class="poetry">This eyrie was the homeless eagle’s +nest<br /> +When storm laid waste his eyrie: hence he came<br /> +Again, when storm smote sore his mother’s breast.</p> +<p class="poetry">Bow down men bade us, or be clothed with +blame<br /> +And mocked for madness: worst, they sware, was best:<br /> +But grief shone here, while joy was one with shame,<br /> + Beloved and blest.</p> +<h2><a name="page100"></a><span class="pagenum">p. +100</span>ENVOI.</h2> +<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Fly</span>, white +butterflies, out to sea,<br /> +Frail pale wings for the winds to try,<br /> +Small white wings that we scarce can see<br /> + Fly.</p> +<p class="poetry">Here and there may a chance-caught eye<br /> +Note in a score of you twain or three<br /> +Brighter or darker of tinge or dye.</p> +<p class="poetry">Some fly light as a laugh of glee,<br /> +Some fly soft as a low long sigh:<br /> +All to the haven where each would be<br /> + Fly.</p> +<p>***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A CENTURY OF ROUNDELS***</p> +<pre> + + +***** This file should be named 3697-h.htm or 3697-h.zip****** + + +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: +http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/3/6/9/3697 + + 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