And manners, climates, councils, governments, The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep 55 Myself not least, but honored of them Moans round with many voices. Come, all, 15 my friends. 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths 60 Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Though much is taken, much abides; and though 65 We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. LOCKSLEY 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; My 45 Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of time; Love took up the harp of Life, and smote When the centuries behind me like a fruit- Many a morning on the moorland did we 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. As I have seen the rosy red flushing 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 sighshave spent its novel force, All the spirit deeply dawning in the dark Something better than his dog, a little of hazel eyes— He will answer to the purpose, easy things to understand 55 Better thou wert dead before me, though Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead unhappy night, and when the 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 Oh, the child too clothes the father with a dearness not his due. Where is comfort? in division of the records of the mind? 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; Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was to love. Can I think of her as dead, and love her for the love she bore? No she never loved me truly; love is love for evermore. petty part, With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart. Comfort? comfort scorned of devils! this is. Overlive it-lower yet-be happy! where What is that which I should turn to, light- Saw the heavens fill with commerce, ar ing upon days like these? but to golden keys. Every door is barred with gold, and opens 100 Every gate is thronged with suitors, all the Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and markets overflow. I have but an angry fancy; what is that which I should do? there rained a ghastly dew From the nation's airy navies grappling in the central blue; I had been content to perish, falling on the Far along the world-wide whisper of the foeman's ground, When the ranks are rolled in vapor, and the winds are laid with sound. 105 southwind rushing warm, 125 With the standards of the peoples plunging through the thunder-storm; But the jingling of the guinea helps the Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, hurt that Honor feels, 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. Can I but relive in sadness? I will turn that earlier page. Hide me from my deep emotion, O thou wondrous Mother-Age! of the world. Make me feel the wild pulsation that I So I triumphed ere my passion sweeping That which they have done but earnest of Though the deep heart of existence beat Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast, Full of sad experience, moving toward the stillness of his rest. There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, 165 In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. Hark, my merry comrades call me, sound- There the passions cramped no longer shall have scope and breathing space; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race. Woman is the lesser man, and all thy pas- Fool, again the dream, the fancy! but I sions, matched with mine, Or to burst all links of habit-there to wander far away, know my words are wild, But I count the gray barbarian lower than the Christian child. I that rather held it better men should perish one by one, On from island unto island at the gate-Than that earth should stand at gaze like |