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Live-yet live-That, setting the how much before the Shall sharpest pathos blight us, knowing how, all

Cry, like the daughters of the horseleech, Life needs for life is possible to will

Give, Live happy ; tend thy flowers ; be tended Cram us with all,' but count not me the

herd ! My blessing! Should my Shadow cross To which «They call me what they thy thoughts

will,' he said : Too sadly for their peace, remand it thou • But I was born too late : the fair new For calmer hours to Memory's, darkest

forms, hold,

That float about the threshold of an age, If not to be forgotten-not at once- Like truths of Science waiting to be Not all forgotten. Should it cross thy caughtdreams,

Catch me who can, and make the catcher O might it come like one that looks con


Are taken by the forelock. Let it be. With quiet eyes unfaithful to the truth, But if you care indeed to listen, hear And point thee forward to a distant light, These measured words, my work of Or seem to lift a burthen from thy heart

yestermorn. And leave thee freër, till thou wake We sleep and wake and sleep, but all refresh'd

things move ; Then when the first low matin-chirp hath The Sun flies forward to his brother Sun ; grown

The dark Earth follows wheel'd in her Full quire, and morning driv'n her plow ellipse; of pearl

And human things returning on themFar furrowing into light the mounded

selves rack,

Move onward, leading up the golden year. Beyond the fair green field and eastern "Ah, tho' the times, when some new

thought can bud,
Are but as poets' seasons when they

THE GOLDEN YEAR. Yet oceans daily gaining on the land,

Have ebb and flow conditioning their Well, you shall have that song which

march, Leonard wrote:

And slow and sure comes up the golden It was last summer on a tour in Wales :

year. Old James was with me: we that day When wealth no more shall rest in had been

mounded heaps, Up Snowdon ; and I wish'd for Leonard But smit with freër light shall slowly there,

melt And found him in Llanberis : then we In many streams to fatten lower lands, crost

And light shall spread, and man be liker Between the lakes, and clamber'd half way up

Thro' all the season of the golden year. The counter side ; and that same song of Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be his

wrens ? He told me ; for I banter'd him, and If all the world were falcons, what of

that? They said he lived shut up within himself, The wonder of the eagle were the less, A tongue-tied Poet in the feverous days, But he not less the eagle Happy days



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Roll onward, leading up the golden year. That unto him who works, and feels he • Fly, happy happy sails, and bear the works, Press;

This same grand year is ever at the Fly happy with the mission of the Cross ;

doors.' Knit land to land, and blowing haven- He spoke ; and, high above, I heard ward

them blast With silks, and fruits, and spices, clear The steep slate-quarry, and the great of toll,

echo flap Enrich the markets of the golden year. And buffet round the hills, from bluff to • But we grow old. Ah! when shall

all men's good
Be each man's rule, and universal Peace

Lie like a shaft of light across the land,
And like a lane of beams athwart the It little profits that an idle king,

By this still hearth, among these barren Thro' all the circle of the golden year?'

crags, Thus far he flow'd, and ended; where- Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and upon

dole * Ah, folly!' in mimic cadence answer'd Unequal laws unto a savage race, James

That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and "Ah, folly! for it lies so far away,

know not me. Not in our time, nor in our children's I cannot rest from travel : I will drink time,

Life to the lees : all times I have enjoy'd 'Tis like the second world to us that live; Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with 'Twere all as one to fix our hopes on

those Heaven

That loved me, and alone; on shore, and As on this vision of the golden year.'

when With that he struck his staff against Thro’ scudding drifts the rainy Hyades the rocks

Vext the dim sea: I am become a name; And broke it,-James,—you know him, For always roaming with a hungry heart -old, but full

Much have I seen and known ; cities of Of force and choler, and firm upon his feet,

And manners, climates, councils, governAnd like an oaken stock in winter woods,

ments, O'erflourish'd with the hoary clematis : Myself not least, but honour'd of them Then added, all in heat :

• What stuff is this ! | And drunk delight of battle with my Old writers push'd the happy season

peers, back,

Far on the ringing plains of windy The more fools they,—we forward : Troy. dreamers both :

I am a part of all that I have met ; You most, that in an age, when every Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' hour

Gleams that untravell’d world, whose Must sweat her sixty minutes to the margin fades death,

For ever and for ever when I move. Live on, God love us, as if the seedsman, How dull it is to pause, to make an end, rapt

To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! Upon the teeming harvest, should not As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled plunge

on life His hand into the bag : but well I know Were all too little, and of one to me


all ;


Little remains : but every hour is saved Push off, and sitting well in order smite From that eternal silence, something The sounding furrows; for my purpose more,

holds A bringer of new things; and vile it To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths

Of all the western stars, until I die. For some three suns to store and hoard It may be that the gulfs will wash us myself,

down : And this gray spirit yearning in desire It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, X To follow knowledge like a sinking star, And see the great Achilles, whom we Beyond the utmost bound of human

knew. thought.

Tho' much is taken, much abides; and .This is my son, mine own Telemachus,

tho' Towhom I leave the sceptre and the isle-- We are not now that strength which in Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil

old days This labour, by slow prudence to make Moved earth and heaven ; that which we mild

are, we are ; A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees One equal temper of heroic hearts, > Subdue them to the useful and the good. Made weak by time and fate, but strong Most blameless is he, centred in the

in will sphere

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,

When I am gone.
He works his work,

The woods decay, the woods decay and
I mine.

fall, There lies the port ; the vessel puffs

The vapours weep their burthen to the her sail :

ground, There gloom the dark broad seas. My Man comes and tills the field and lies mariners,

beneath, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and

And after many a summer dies the swan. thought with me

Me only cruel immortality That ever with a frolic welcome took

Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, The thunder and the sunshine, and

Here at the quiet limit of the world, opposed

white - hair'd shadow roaming like a Free hearts, free foreheads-you and I

dream are old ;

The ever-silent spaces of the East, Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;

Far-folded mists, and gleaming halls of Death closes all : but something ere the

end, (Some work of noble note, may yet be Alas! for this gray shadow, once a

done, Not unbecoming men that strove with So glorious in his beauty and thy choice, Gods.

Who madest him thy chosen, that he The lights begin to twinkle from the

seem'd rocks :

To his great heart none other than a God ! The long day wanes : the slow moon I ask'd thee, .Give me immortality.' climbs : the deep

Then didst thou grant mine asking with Moans round with many voices. Come,

a smile, my friends,

Like wealthy men who care not how they 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.





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But thy strong Hours indignant work’a | In days far-off, on that dark earth, be their wills,

true ? And beat me down and marr'd and wasted “The Gods themselves cannot recall their me,

gifts.' And tho' they could not end me, left me maim'd

Ay me! ay me! with what another To dwell in presence of immortal youth,

heart Immortal age beside immortal youth, In days far-off, and with what other eyes And all I was, in ashes. Can thy love, I used to watch—if I be he that watch'dThy beauty, make amends, tho' even now, The lucid outline forming round thee; Close over us, the silver star, thy guide, Shines in those tremulous eyes that fill The dim curls kindle into sunny rings; with tears

Changed with thy mystic change, and To hear me? Let me go : take back thy

felt gift :

Glow with the glow that slowly crimson'd Why should a man desire in any way

all To vary from the kindly race of men, Thy presence and thy portals, while I Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance

lay, Where all should pause, as is most meet Mouth, forehead, eyelids, growing dewyfor all ?

With kisses balmier than half-opening A soft air fans the cloud apart; there


Of April, and could hear the lips that A glimpse of that dark world where I

kiss'd was born.

Whispering I knew not what of wild and Once more the old mysterious glimmer

sweet, steals

Like that strange song I heard Apollo From thy pure brows, and from thy

sing, shoulders pure,

While Ilion like a mist rose into towers. And bosom beating with a heart renew'd. Thy cheek begins to redden thro' the

Yet hold me not for ever in thine East : gloom,

How can my nature longer mix with Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to

thine ? mine,

Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild | Are all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled team

feet Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, Upon thy glimmering thresholds, when arise,

the steam And shake the darkness from their Floats up from those dim fields about the loosen'd manes,

homes And beat the twilight into flakes of fire.

Of happy men that have the power to

die, Lo! ever thus thou growest beautiful In silence, then before thine answer

And grassy barrows of the happier dead.

Release me, and restore me to the ground; given

Thou seëst all things, thou wilt see my Departest, and thy tears

on my cheek.

grave :

Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy

morn; tears,

I earth in earth forget these empty courts, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, | And thee returning on thy silver wheels.




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 cheek 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 northern night. And she turn'd-her bosom shaken with a sudden storm of sighs— All the spirit deeply dawning in the dark of hazel eyesSaying, “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.

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