XIII. National hatreds of whole generations, and pigmy spites of the village spire; Vows that will last to the last death-ruckle, and vows that are snapt in a moment of fire; XIV. He that has lived for the lust of the minute, and died in the doing it, flesh without mind; He that has nail'd all flesh to the Cross, till Self died out in the love of his kind; XV. Spring and Summer and Autumn and Winter, and all these old revolutions of earth; All new-old revolutions of Empire — change of the tide what is all of it worth? XVI. What the philosophies, all the sciences, poesy, varying voices of prayer? All that is noblest, all that is basest, all that is filthy with all that is fair? XVII. What is it all, if we all of us end but in being our own corpse-coffins at last, Swallow'd in Vastness, lost in Silence, drown'd in the deeps of a meaningless Past? XVIII. What but a murmur of gnats in the gloom, or a moment's anger of bees in their hive? Peace, let it be! for I loved him, and love him for ever : the dead are not dead but alive. ON CAMBridge UNIVERSITY. THEREFORE your Halls, your ancient Colleges, Wax-lighted chapels, and rich carven screens, SONNET. THERE are three things which fill my heart with sighs, Fair maiden-forms moving like melodies) - There are three things beneath the blessed skies I live and die, and only die in you. Of late such eyes looked at me while I mused, only those eyes - confused LINES. HERE often, when a child, I lay reclined, Here stood the infant Ilion of the mind, The drain-cut levels of the marshy lea, Gray sand-banks, and pale sunsets, dreary wind, Dim shores, dense rains, and heavy-clouded sea! ADDITIONAL VERSES To" God Save the Queen!" written for the marriage of the Princess Royal of England with the Crown Prince of Prussia, January 25, 1858. OD bless our Prince and Bride! GOD God keep their lands allied, God save the Queen! Clothe them with righteousness, Crown them with happiness, Fair fall this hallow'd hour, Farewell, first rose of May! THE WAR.* THERE is a sound of thunder afar, Storm in the South that darkens the day, Storm of battle and thunder of war, Well, if it do not roll our way. Ready, be ready to meet the storm! Be not deaf to the sound that warns! Let your Reforms for a moment go, Than a rotten fleet or a city in flames! Ready, be ready to meet the storm! Form, be ready to do or die! Form in Freedom's name and the Queen's! True, that we have a faithful ally, But only the Devil knows what he means. Ready, be ready to meet the storm! London Times, May 9, 1859. I 1865–1866.* STOOD on a tower in the wet, And New Year and Old Year met, And winds were roaring and blowing; And I said, "O years that meet in tears, Have ye aught that is worth the knowing? Science enough and exploring, Wanderers coming and going, Matter enough for deploring, But aught that is worth the knowing? Seas at my feet were flowing, Waves on the shingle pouring, Old Year roaring and blowing, And New Year blowing and roaring. * Good Words, March, 1868. |