RENOUNCEMENT I MUST not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, I shun the thought that lurks in all delight— The thought of thee—and in the blue Heaven's height, Oh, just beyond the fairest thoughts that throng I must stop short of thee the whole day long. But when sleep comes to close each difficult day, With the first dream that comes with the first sleep MILTON H E left the upland lawns and serene air Wherefrom his soul her noble nurture drew, And reared his helm among the unquiet crew Battling beneath; the morning radiance rare Of his young brow amid the tumult there Grew grim with sulphurous dust and sanguine dew: Yet through all soilure they who marked him knew The signs of his life's dayspring, calm and fair. But when peace came, peace fouler far than war, And mirth more dissonant than battle's tone, He, with a scornful sigh of that clear soul, Back to his mountain clomb, now bleak and frore, And with the awful Night he dwelt alone, In darkness, listening to the thunder's roll. IAMQUE VALE IM in the moon wide-weltering Humber flowed; D'Shone the rare on reaches Shone the rare lights on Humber's reaches low; Yet thro' this lifelong dimness desolate, A CHILD OF THE AGE O H for a voice that in a single song Could quiver with the hopes and moan the fears And speak the speechless secret of the years, WOMAN whose familiar face I hold as In my most sacred thought as in a shrine, Who in my memories art become divine— Dost thou remember now those years of old When out of all thine own life thou didst mould This life and breathe thy heart in this of mine, Winning, for faith in that fair work of thine, To rest and be in heaven?—Alas, behold!Another woman coming after thee Hath had small pity,-with a wanton kiss Hath quite consumed my heart and ruined this The life that was thy work: O Mother, see; Thou hast lived all in vain, done all amiss; Come down from heaven again, and die with me! |