XII. Beneath a hard Arabian moon And alien stars. To question, why XIII. But while my life's late eve endures, My memories of his briefer day ON THE JUBILEE OF QUEEN VICTORIA. I. FIFTY times the rose has flower'd and faded, Fifty times the golden harvest fallen, Since our Queen assumed the globe, the sceptre. II. She beloved for a kindliness III. Nothing of the lawless, of the Despot, IV. You then joyfully, all of you, V. Queen, as true to womanhood as Queenhood, Glorying in the glories of her people, Sorrowing with the sorrows of the lowest VI. You, that wanton in affluence, Make their neighborhood healthfuller, Give your gold to the Hospital, Let the weary be comforted, Let the needy be banqueted, Let the maim'd in his heart rejoice At this glad Ceremonial, And this year of her Jubilee. VII. Henry's fifty years are all in shadow, VIII. You, the Patriot Architect, All the centuries after us, Of this great Ceremonial, And this year of her Jubilee. IX. Fifty years of ever-broadening Commerce! X. You, the Mighty, the Fortunate, You, the Lord-manufacturer, All your hearts be in harmony, Singing "Hail to the glorious Golden year of her Jubilee!" XI. Are there thunders moaning in the distance? Are there spectres moving in the darkness? Trust the Hand of Light will lead her people, Till the thunders pass, the spectres vanish, And the Light is Victor and the darkness Dawns into the Jubilee of the Ages. TO PROFESSOR JEBB, WITH THE FOLLOWING POEM. FAIR AIR things are slow to fade away, From out the Ghost of Pindar in you Roll'd an Olympian; and they say 2 That here the torpid mummy wheat As that which gilds the glebe of England, So may this legend for awhile, If greeted by your classic smile, Tho' dead in its Trinacrian Enna, Blossom again on a colder isle. DEMETER AND PERSEPHONE. (IN ENNA.) FAINT as a climate-changing bird that flies All night across the darkness, and at dawn Falls on the threshold of her native land, And can no more, thou camest, O my child, Led upward by the God of ghosts and dreams, Who laid thee at Eleusis, dazed and dumb With passing thro' at once from state to state, Until I brought thee hither, that the day, When here thy hands let fall the gather'd flower, Might break thro' clouded memories once again On thy lost self. A sudden nightingale Saw thee, and flash'd into a frolic of song 1 In Bologna. 2 They say, for the fact is doubtful And welcome; and a gleam as of the moon, Child, those imperial, disimpassion'd, eyes A cry that rang thro' Hades, Earth, and Heaven! So in this pleasant vale we stand again, And all at once their arch'd necks, midnight-maned, |