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And manners, climates, councils, govern- The long day wanes; the slow moon ments,

climbs; the deep

55 Myself not least, but honored of them Moans round with many voices. Come, all,


my friends, And drunk delight of battle with my peers, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. Push off, and sitting well in order smite I am a part of all that I have met;

The sounding furrows; for my purpose Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough holds Gleams that untravelled world, whose To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths 60 margin fades

Of all the western stars, until I die. Forever and forever when I move.

It may be that the gulfs will wash us How dull it is to pause, to make an end, down; To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, As though to breathe were life! Life piled And see the great Achilles, whom we on life

knew. Were all too little, and of one to me 25 Though much is taken, much abides; and Little remains: but every hour is saved


65 From that eternal silence, something more, We are not now that strength which in old A bringer of new things; and vile it were days For some three suns to store and hoard Moved earth and heaven; that which we myself,

are, we are; And this gray spirit yearning in desire 30 One equal temper of heroic hearts, To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in Beyond the utmost bound of human will thought.

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil

35 This labor, by slow prudence to make mild

LOCKSLEY HALL A rugged people, and through soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good. Comrades, leave me here a little, while as Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere yet 'tis early morn: Of common duties, decent not to fail Leave me here, and when you want me, In offices of tenderness, and pay

sound upon the bugle-horn. Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I 'Tis the place, and all around it, as of old, mine.

the curlews call, There lies the port; the vessel puffs her Dreary gleams about the moorland flying sail;

over Locksley Hall; There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,

45 Locksley Hall, that in the distance overSouls that have toiled, and wrought, and looks the sandy tracts,

5 thought with me,

And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into That ever with a frolic welcome took

cataracts. The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed

Many a night from yonder ivied casement, Free hearts, free foreheads,-you and I are ere I went to rest, old;

Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly Old age hath yet his honor and his toil. 50 to the West. Death closes all; but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising Not unbecoming men that strove with through the mellow shade, Gods.

Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks; a silver braid.



Here about the beach.I wandered, nourish- Love took up the harp of Life, and smote ing a youth sublime

on all the chords with might; With the fairy tales of science, and the Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, long result of time;

passed in music out of sight.

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When the centuries behind me like a fruit- Many a morning on the moorland did we

a ful land reposed;

hear the copses ring,

35 When I clung to all the present for the And her whisper thronged my pulses with promise that it closed;

the fulness of the spring.

When I dipped into the future far as Many an evening by the waters did we human eye could see;


watch the stately ships, Saw the vision of the world, and all the And our spirits rushed together at the wonder that would be.

touching of the lips.

In the spring a fuller crimson comes upon O my cousin, shallow-hearted! O my Amy, the robin's breast;

mine no more! In the spring the wanton lapwing gets him- O the dreary, dreary moorland! O the self another crest;

barren, barren shore!




In the spring a livelier iris changes on the Falser than all fancy fathoms, falser than burnished dove;

all songs have sung, In the spring a young man's fancy lightly Puppet to a father's threat, and servile to turns to thoughts of love.

a shrewish tongue! Then her cheek was pale and thinner than Is it well to wish thee happy? having should be for one so young,

known meto decline And her eyes on all my motions with a On a range of lower feelings and a narmute observance hung.

rower heart than mine!

And I said, “My cousin Amy, speak, and Yet it shall be; thou shalt lower to his speak the truth to me,

level day by day, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my What is fine within thee growing coarse being sets to thee."

to sympathize with clay..


On her pallid cheek and forehead came a As the husband is, the wife is; thou art color and a light,


mated with a clown, As I have seen the rosy red Alushing in the And the grossness of his nature will have northern night.

weight to drag thee down. And she turned-her bosom shaken with He will hold thee, when his passion shall a sudden storm of sighs

have spent its novel force, All the spirit deeply dawning in the dark Something better than his dog, a little of hazel eyes

dearer than his horse.


Saying, “I have hid my feelings, fearing What is this? his eyes are heavy; think not they should do me wrong;

they are glazed with wine. Saying, “Dost thou love me, cousin?” Go to him, it is thy duty; kiss him, take

weeping, "I have loved thee long." 30 his hand in thine.

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Love took up the glass of Time, and turned It may be my lord is weary, that his brain it in his glowing hands;

is overwrought; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself Soothe him with thy finer fancies, touch in golden sands.

him with thy lighter thought.

He will answer to the purpose, easy things Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it,

, to understand


lest thy heart be put to proof, Better thou wert dead before me, though In the dead unhappy night, and when the I slew thee with my hand!

rain is on the roof.

Better thou and I were lying, hidden from Like a dog, he hunts in dreams, and thou the heart's disgrace,

art staring at the wall, Rolled in one another's arms, and silent in Where the dying night-lamp flickers, and a last embrace.

the shadows rise and fall.

80 Cursèd be the social wants that sin against Then a hand shall pass before thee, pointthe strength of youth!

ing to his drunken sleep, Cursèd be the social lies that warp us from To thy widowed marriage-pillows, to the the living truth!

60 tears that thou wilt weep.

Cursèd be the sickly forms that err from

honest Nature's rule! Cursèd be the gold that gilds the straitened

forehead of the fool!

Thou shalt hear the “Never, never,” whis

pered by the phantom years, And a song from out the distance in the

ringing of thine ears;

Well—'tis well that I should bluster!

hadst thou less unworthy provedWould to God-for I had loved thee more

than ever wife was loved.

And an eye shall vex thee, looking ancient kindness on thy pain.

85 Turn thee, turn thee on thy pillow; get

thee to thy rest again.

Am I mad, that I should cherish that which Nay, but Nature brings thee solace; for a bears but bitter fruit?


tender voice will cry. I will pluck it from my bosom, though my 'T is a purer life than thine, a lip to drain heart be at the root.

thy trouble dry.

Never, though my mortal summers to such Baby lips will laugh me down; my latest length of years should come

rival brings thee rest. As the many-wintered crow that leads the Baby fingers, waxen touches, press me clanging rookery home.

from the mother's breast.


Where is comfort? in division of the records Oh, the child too clothes the father with a of the mind?

dearness not his due. Can I part her from herself, and love her, Half is thine and half is his; it will be as I knew her, kind?

70 worthy of the two.

I remember one that perished; sweetly Oh, I see thee old and formal, fitted to thy did she speak and move;

petty part, Such a one do I remember, whom to look With a little hoard of maxims preaching at was to love.

down a daughter's heart.

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Can I think of her as dead, and love her “They were dangerous guides, the feelings for the love she bore?

--she herself was not exemptNo—she never loved me truly; love is love Truly, she herself had suffered”—Perish for evermore.

in thy self-contempt!


Comfort? comfort scorned of devils! this is. Overlive it-lower yet-be happy! wheretruth the poet sings,


fore should I care? That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remem- I myself must mix with action, lest I wither bering happier things.

by despair.

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What is that which I should turn to, light- Saw the heavens fill with commerce, aring upon days like these?

gosies of magic sails, Every door is barred with gold, and opens Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping but to golden keys.

down with costly bales; Every gate is thronged with suitors, all the Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and markets overflow.

there rained a ghastly dew I have but an angry fancy; what is that From the nation's airy navies grappling which I should do?

in the central blue;

I had been content to perish, falling on the

foeman's ground, When the ranks are rolled in vapor, and

the winds are laid with sound.

Far along the world-wide whisper of the southwind rushing warm,

125 With the standards of the peoples plung

ing through the thunder-storm;

But the jingling of the guinea helps the of the guinea helps the Till the war-drum throbbed no longer,

hurt that Honor feels,

105 and the battle-flags were furled And the nations do but murmur, snarling In the Parliament of man, the Federation at each other's heels.

of the world.

Can I but relive in sadness? I will turn There the common sense of most shall that earlier page.

hold a fretful realm in awe, Hide me from my deep emotion, O thou And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapped wondrous Mother-Age!

in universal law.


Make me feel the wild pulsation that I So I triumphed ere my passion sweeping felt before the strife,

through me left me dry, When I heard my days before me, and the Left me with the palsied heart, and left tumult of my life;

me with the jaundiced eye;


Yearning for the large excitement that the Eye, to which all order festers, all things coming years would yield,

here are out of joint. Eager-hearted as a boy when first he Science moves, but slowly, slowly, creepleaves his father's field,

ing on from point to point;

And at night along the dusky highway Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, near and nearer drawn,

creeping nigher,

135 Sees in heaven the light of London flaring Glares at one that nods and winks behind a like a dreary dawn;

slowly-dying fire.

And his spirit leaps within him to be gone Yet I doubt not through the ages one inbefore him then,


creasing purpose runs, Underneath the light he looks at, in among And the thoughts of men are widened the throngs of men;

with the process of the suns. Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever What is that to him that reaps not harvest reaping something new;

of his youthful joys, That which they have done but earnest of Though the deep heart of existence beat the things that they shall do.

for ever like a boy's?


For I dipped into the future, far as human Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and eye could see,

I linger on the shore, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the And the individual withers, and the world wonder that would be;

is more and more.

I 20

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and There methinks would be enjoyment more he bears a laden breast,

than in this march of mind, 165 Full of sad experience, moving toward In the steamship, in the railway, in the the stillness of his rest.

thoughts that shake mankind.


Hark, my merry comrades call me, sound- There the passions cramped no longer shall ing on the bugle-horn,

have scope and breathing space; They to whom my foolish passion were a I will take some savage woman, she shall target for their scorn.

rear my dusky race.

Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on Iron-jointed, supple-sinewed, they shall such a mouldered string?

dive, and they shall run, I am shamed through all my nature to Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl have loved so slight a thing.

their lances in the sun;


Weakness to be wroth with weakness! Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap woman's pleasure, woman's pain

the rainbows of the brooks, Nature made them blinder motions Not with blinded eyesight poring over bounded in a shallower brain: 150

miserable books-

Woman is the lesser man, and all thy pas- Fool, again the dream, the fancy! but I sions, matched with mine,

know my words are wild, Are as moonlight unto sunlight and as But I count the gray barbarian lower than water unto wine

the Christian child.

Here, at least, where nature sickens, noth- | I, to herd with narrow foreheads, vacant of ing. Ah, for some retreat

our glorious gains,

175 Deep in yonder shining Orient, where my Like a beast with lower pleasures, like a life began to beat,

beast with lower pains! Where in wild Mahratta-battle fell my Mated with a squalid savage-what to me father evil-starred;

155 were sun or clime! I was left a trampled orphan, and a self- | I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost ish uncle's ward.

files of time

Or to burst all links of habit—there to I that rather held it better men should wander far away,

perish one by one, On from island unto island at the gate- | Than that earth should stand at gaze like ways of the day.

Joshua's moon in Ajalon!


Larger constellations burning, mellow Not in vain the distance beacons. Formoons and happy skies,

ward, forward let us range, Breadths of tropic shade and palms in Let the great world spin for ever down cluster, knots of Paradise.

160 the ringing grooves of change.

Never comes the trader, never floats an Through the shadow of the globe we sweep European flag,

into the younger day; Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland, Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of swings the trailer from the crag;


Droops the heavy-blossomed bower, hangs Mother-Age, - for mine I knew not,- help the heavy-fruited tree-

me as when life begun;

185 Summer isles of Eden lying in dark purple Rift the hills, and roll the waters, flash spheres of sea.

the lightnings, weigh the sun.

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