I FRAMED his tongue to music, And his heart the throne of Will. FOR every God Obeys the hymn, obeys the ode. FOR art, for music over-thrilled, The wine-cup shakes, the wine is spilled. HOLD of the Maker, not the Made; THAT book is good Which puts me in a working mood. What parts, what gems, what colors shine, LIKE vaulters in a circus round Who leap from horse to horse, but never touch the ground. FOR Genius made his cabin wide, THE atom displaces all atoms beside, To transmute crime to wisdom, so to stem FORBORE the ant-hill, shunned to tread, I HAVE no brothers and no peers, THE brook sings on, but sings in vain ON bravely through the sunshine and the showers! Time hath his work to do and we have ours. HE planted where the deluge ploughed, FOR what need I of book or priest, THOU shalt not try To plant thy shrivelled pedantry On the shoulders of the sky. Ан, not to me those dreams belong! A better voice peals through my song. TEACH me your mood, O patient stars! Who climb each night the ancient sky, Leaving on space no shade, no scars, No trace of age, no fear to die. THE Muse's hill by Fear is guarded, A bolder foot is still rewarded. His instant thought a poet spoke, An inch of ground the lightning strook IF bright the sun, he tarries, And when he goes he carries No more baggage than a bird. THE Asmodean feat is mine, SLIGHTED Minerva's learned tongue, BEST boon of life is presence of a Muse FRAGMENTS ON NATURE AND LIFE. NATURE. DAILY the bending skies solicit man, The seasons chariot him from this exile, The rainbow hours bedeck his glowing wheels, The storm-winds urge the heavy weeks along, Suns haste to set, that so remoter lights Beckon the wanderer to his vaster home. |