IX. A simpler, saner lesson might he learn And in their time thy warblers rise on wing. Larger and fuller, like the human mind! Thy warmths from bud to bud Accomplish that blind model in the seed, And men have hopes, which race the restless blood MERLIN AND THE GLEAM. I. O YOUNG Mariner, And I am dying, I am Merlin Who follow The Gleam. II. Mighty the Wizard Who found me at sunrise Sleeping, and woke me Great the Master, III. Once at the croak of a Raven who crost it, A barbarous people, Blind to the magic, And deaf to the melody, Snarl'd at and cursed me. A demon vext me, The light retreated, The melody deaden'd, The Master whisper'd "Follow The Gleam," IV. Then to the melody, Griffin and Giant, And dancing of fairies In desolate hollows, And wraiths of the mountain, And rolling of dragons By warble of water, V. Down from the mountain And over the level, And streaming and shining on Silent river, Silvery willow, Pasture and ploughland, Innocent maidens, Garrulous children, Homestead and harvest, Reaper and gleaner, Slided The Gleam VI. Then, with a melody VII. Clouds and darkness For out of the darkness Silent and slowly The Gleam, that had waned to a wintry glimmer On icy fallow And faded forest, Drew to the valley Named of the shadow, And slowly brightening Out of the glimmer, And slowly moving again to a melody Yearningly tender, Fell on the shadow, No longer a shadow, But clothed with The Gleam. VIII. And broader and brighter The Gleam flying onward, Wed to the melody, Old and weary, But eager to follow, In passing it glanced upon That under the Crosses Would break into blossom; And so to the land's Last limit I came And can no longer, Who taught me in childhood, Of boundless Ocean, And all but in Heaven WHAT be those crown'd forms high over the sacred fountain? Bards, that the mighty Muses have raised to the heights of the mountain, And over the flight of the Ages! O Goddesses, help me up thither! Lightning may shrivel the laurel of Cæsar, but mine would not wither. Steep is the mountain, but you, you will help me to overcome it, And stand with my head in the zenith, and roll my voice from the summit, Sounding for ever and ever thro' Earth and her listening nations, And mixt with the great Sphere-music of stars and of constellations. II. What be those two shapes high over the sacred fountain, Taller than all the Muses, and huger than all the mountain? On those two known peaks they stand ever spreading and heightening; Poet, that evergreen laurel is blasted by more than lightning! Look, in their deep double shadow the crown'd ones all disappearing! Sing like a bird and be happy, nor hope for a deathless hearing! Sounding for ever and ever?" pass on! the sight confusesThese are Astronomy and Geology, terrible Muses! III. If the lips were touch'd with fire from off a pure Pierian altar, Tho' their music here be mortal need the singer greatly care? Other songs for other worlds! the fire within him would not falter; Let the golden Iliad vanish, Homer here is Homer there. FAR-FAR-AWAY. (FOR MUSIC.) WHAT sight so lured him thro' the fields he knew What sound was dearest in his native dells? Far-far-away. What vague world-whisper, mystic pain or joy, Thro' those three words would haunt him when a boy, Far-far-away? |