Oh, I see the crescent promise of my spirit O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, hath not set. And thinner, clearer, farther going! Ancient founts of inspiration well through O, sweet and far from cliff and scar all my fancy yet. IO The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying; Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. LXXXVIII Wild bird, whose warble, liquid sweet, Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; 30 Rings Eden through the budded quicks, Ring in the Christ that is to be. O tell me where the senses mix, O tell me where the passions meet, That we may lift from out of dust With faith that comes of self-control, THE EAGLE He clasps the crag with crooked hands; The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; From MAUD XVIII As when it seemed far better to be born I have led her home, my love, my only A sad astrology, the boundless plan friend. There is none like her, none. And never yet so warmly ran my blood Calming itself to the long-wished-for end, 5 None like her, none. Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk Seemed her light foot along the garden walk, And shook my heart to think she comes once more; 1Ο But even then I heard her close the door; is gone. There is none like her, none, 35 Would die; for sullen-seeming Death may More life to Love than is or ever was Nor will be when our summers have de- Let no one ask me how it came to pass; ceased. It seems that I am happy, that to me 50 In the long breeze that streams to thy A purer sapphire melts into the sea. delicious East, Sighing for Lebanon, Dark cedar, though thy limbs have here increased, Not die; but live a life of truest breath, And teach true life to fight with mortal wrongs. |