The memory of that mental excellence. With its past clearness, yet it seems to me With its own fleetness. Where is he, that borne My thoughts which long had grovelled in the slime Of this dull world, like dusky worms which house To bear them upward through the trackless fields Then first within the South methought I saw A wilderness of spires, and crystal pile Of rampart upon rampart, dome on dome, On battlement, and the Imperial height Behind In diamond light up spring the dazzling peaks Stood out a pillared front of burnished gold, Or metal more ethereal, and beneath Two doors of blinding brilliance, where no gaze Part of a throne of fiery flame, wherefrom With ministering hand he raised me up: Like a swoln river's gushings in still night And step by step to scale that mighty stair And in the glow of sallow Summertide, And in red Autumn when the winds are wild I play about his heart a thousand ways, Of winds which tell of waters, and of waters Betraying the close kisses of the wind And win him unto me: and few there be * "Be ye perfect, even as your Father in heaven is perfect." So My fulness: I have filled thy lips with power. sense Listenest the lordly music flowing from Minarets and towers? Lo! how he passeth by, To carry through the world those waves, which bore The reflex of my city in their depth. O city! O latest throne! where I was raised Unto all eyes, the time is wellnigh come Low-built, mud-walled, barbarian settlements. Thus far the Spirit: POEMS PUBLISHED IN THE EDITION OF 1830, AND OMITTED IN LATER EDITIONS. ELEGIACS. LOW-FLOWING breezes are roaming the broad valley dimmed in the gloaming: Thro' the black-stemmed pines only the far river shines. Creeping through blossomy rushes and bowers of rose-blowing bushes, Down by the poplar tall rivulets babble and fall. Barketh the shepherd-dog cheerly; the grasshopper carolleth clearly; Deeply the turtle cooes; shrilly the owlet halloos; Winds creep: dews fall chilly: in her first sleep earth breathes stilly: Over the pools in the burn watergnats murmur and mourn. Sadly the far kine loweth: the glimmering water outfloweth : Twin peaks shadowed with pine slope to the dark hyaline. Low-throned Hesper is stayed between the two peaks; but the Naiad Throbbing in wild unrest holds him beneath in her breast. The ancient poetess singeth that Hesperus all things bringeth, Smoothing the wearied mind: bring me my love, Rosalind. Thou comest morning and even; she cometh not morning or even. False-eyed Hesper, unkind, where is my sweet Rosalind? THE "HOW" AND THE "WHY." ? I AM any man's suitor, Some say this life is pleasant, Some think it speedeth fast, In eternity no past. We laugh, we cry, we are born, we die, The bulrush nods unto its brother. The wheatears whisper to each other: Why the rock stands still, and the light clouds fly? Why the heavy oak groans, and the white willows sigh? Why deep is not high, and high is not deep? How you are you? why I am I? Who will riddle me the how and the why? |