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'That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old ;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all : but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks :
The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down :
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are ;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

LOCKSLEY HALL.

COMRADES, leave me here a little, while as yet 'tis

early morn : Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon

the bugle horn.

'Tis the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews

call,

Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Locksley

Hall;

Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks the sandy

tracts, And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cataracts.

Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went

.. to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West.

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow

shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver

braid.

Here about the beach I wander'd, nourishing a youth

sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of

Time;

When the centuries behind me like a fruitful land

reposed; When I clung to all the present for the promise that

it closed :

When I dipt into the future far as human eye could

see; Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that

would be.

In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's

breast; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another

crest;

In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd

dove ; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to

thoughts of love.

Then her check was pale and thinner than should be

for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance

hung

And I said, “My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the

truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to

thee."

On her pallid cheek and forehead came a colour and a

light, As I have seen the rosy red flushing in the northeru

night.

And she turn'd-her bosom shaken with a sudde?

storm of sighs— . All the spirit deeply dawning in the dark of hazel

eyes

Saying, “I have hid my feelings, fearing they should

do me wrong ;" Saying, “Dost thou love me, cousin ?” weeping, “I

have loved thee long."

Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his

glowing hands; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden

sands.

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the

chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass’d in

music out of sight.

Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the

copses ring, And her whisper throng’d my pulses with the fullness

of the Spring

Many an evening by the waters did we watch the

stately ships, And our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the

lips.

O my cousin, shallow-hearted ! O my Amy, mine no

more ! O the dreary, dreary moorland ! 0 the barren, barren

shore !

Falser than all fancy fathoms, falser than all songs

have sung, Puppet to a father's threat, and servile to a shrewish

tongue !

Is it well to wish thee happy ?-having known me-to

decline On a range of lower feelings and a narrower heart than

mine!

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