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Nothing will die ;

All things will change
Through eternity.
'T is the world's winter;
Autumn and summer

Are gone long ago.
Earth is dry to the centre,

But spring a new comer —
A spring rich and strange,

Shall make the winds blow
Round and round,
Through and through,

Here and there,

Till the air
And the ground

Shall be filled with life anew.
The world was never made;
It will change, but it will not fade.
So let the wind range ;
For even and morn

Ever will be

Through eternity.
Nothing was born ;

Nothing will die;
All things will change.

The voice of the bird

Shall no more be heard,
Nor the wind on the hill.

0, misery!
Hark! death is calling
While I speak to ye,
The jaw is falling,
The red cheek paling,
The strong limbs failing ;
Ice with the warm blood mixing ;
The eyeballs fixing.
Nine times goes the passing bell :
Ye merry souls, farewell.

The old earth
Had a birth,
As all men know

Long ago.
And the old earth must die.
So let the warın winds range,
And the blue wave beat the shore ;
For even and morn
Ye will never see
Through eternity.
All things were born.
Ye will come nevermore,
For all things must die.

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HERO TO LEANDER.
O Go not yet, my love!

The night is dark and vast;
The white moon is hid in her hearen

above,
And the waves climb high and fast.
0, kiss me, kiss me, once again,

Lest thy kiss should be the last !
O kiss me ere we part;

Grow closer to my heart !
My heart is warmer surely than the bosom

of the main.
O joy! O bliss of blisses !

My heart of hearts art thou.
Come bathe me with thy kisses,

My eyelids and my brow.
Hark how the wild rain hisses,

And the loud sea roars below.
Thy heart beats through thy rosy limbs,

So gladly doth it stir ;
Thine eye in drops of gladness swims.
I have bathed thee with the pleasant

myrrh ;
Thy locks are dripping balm ;
Thou shalt not wander hence to-night,

I'll stay thee with my kisses.
To-night the roaring brine

All things must die. Spring will come nevermore.

0, vanity ! Death waits at the door. See ! our friends are all forsaking The wine and merrymaking. We are called — we must go. Laid low, very low, In the dark we must lie. The merry glees are still ;

Will rend thy golden tresses ; Smilingagodlike smile (the innocent light The ocean with the morrow light Of earliest youth pierced through and Will be both blue and calm ;

through with all And the billow will embrace thee with a Keen knowledges of low-embowéd eld) kiss as soft as mine.

Upheld, and ever hold aloft the cloud No Western odors wander

Which droops low-hung on either gate of On the black and moaning sea,

life, And when thou art dead, Leander, Both birth and death : he in the centre My soul must follow thee !

fixt, O go not yet, my love!

Saw far on each side through the grated Thy voice is sweet and low ;

gates The deep salt wave breaks in above Most pale and clear and lovely distances. Those marble steps below.

He often lying broad awake, and yet The turret-stairs are wet

Remaining from the body, and apart That lead into the sea.

In intellect and power and will, hath heard Leander ! go not yet.

Time flowing in the middle of the night, The pleasant stars have set :

And all things creeping to a day of doom. 0, go not, go not yet,

How could ye know him ? Ye were yet Or I will follow thee !

within The narrower circle: he had wellnigh

reached THE MYSTIC.

The last, which with a region of white

flame, ANGELS have talked with him, and showed Pure without heat, into a larger air him thrones :

Upburning, and an ether of black blue,
Ye knew him not ; he was not one of ye, Investeth and ingirds all other lives.
Ye scorned him with an undiscerning
scorn:

THE GRASSHOPPER.
Ye could not read the marvel in his eye,
The still serene abstraction : he hath felt
The vanities of after and before ;

Voice of the summer wind,
Albeit, his spirit and his secret heart

Joy of the summer plain,
The stern experiences of converse lives,

Life of the summer hours,
The linked woes of many a fiery change Carol clearly, bound along.
Had purified, and chastened, and made No Tithon thou as poets feign
free.

(Shame fall'em they are deafand blind), Always there stood before him, night and

But an insect lithe and strong, day,

Bowing the seeded summer flowers. Of wayward vary-colored circumstance

Prove their falsehood and thy quarrel, The imperishable presences serene,

Vaulting on thine airy feet. Colossal, without form, or sense, or sound, Clap thy shielded sides and carol, Dim shadows but unwaning presences Carol clearly, chirrup sweet. Fourfacéd to four corners of the sky : Thou art a mailed warrior in youth and And yet again, three shadows, fronting

strength complete; one,

Armed cap-a-pie One forward, one rospectant, three but

Full fair to see ; one;

Unknowing fear,
And yet again, again and evermore,

Undreading loss,
For the two first were not, butonly seemed, A gallant cavalier,
One shadow in the midst of a great light, Sans peur et sans reproche,
One reflex from eternity on time,

In sunlight and in shadow,
One mighty countenance of perfect calm,

The Bayard of the meadow.
Awful with most invariable eyes.
For him the silent congregated hours,
Daughters of time, divinely tall, beneath I would dwell with thee,
Severe and youthful brows, with shining Merry grasshopper,
eyes

Thou art so glad and free,

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And as light as air ;
Thou hast no sorrow or tears,
Thou hast no compt of years,
No withered immortality,
But a short youth sunny and free.
Carol clearly, bound along,

Soon thy joy is over,
Á summer of loud song,

And slumbers in the clover.
What hast thou to do with evil
In thine hour of love and revel,

In thy heat of summer pride,
Pushing the thick roots aside
Of the singing floweréd grasses,
That brush thee with their silken

tresses ?
What hast thou to do with evil,
Shooting, singing, ever springing

In and out the emerald glooms, Ever leaping, ever singing,

Lighting on the golden blooms ?

The day, the diamonded night,

The echo, feeble child of sound, The heavy thunder's griding might,

The herald lightning's starry bound, The vocal spring of bursting bloom,

The naked summer's glowing birth, The troublous autumn's sallow gloom, The hoarhead winter paving earth

With sheeny white, are fullof strange

Astonishment and boundless change. Each sun which from the centre flings

Grand music and redundant fire, The burning belts, the mighty rings,

The murm'rous planets' rolling choir,
The globe-filled arch that, cleaving air,

Lost in its own effulgence sleeps,
The lawless comets as they glare,
And thunderthrough the sapphire deeps
In wayward strength, and full of

strange
Astonishment and boundless change

LOVE, PRIDE, AND FORGETFUL

LOST HOPE. NESS. ERE yet my heart was sweet Love's You cast to ground the hope which once

was mine : tomb, Love labored honey busily.

But did the while your harsh decree I was the hive, and Love the bee,

deplore, My heart the honeycomb.

Embalming with sweet tears the vacant

shrine, One very dark and chilly night

My heart, where Hope had been and Pride came beneath and held a light.

was no more. The cruel vapors went through all, Sweet Love was withered in his cell :

So on an oaken sprout Pride took Love's sweets, and by a spell

A goodly acorn grew ; Did change them into gall;

But winds from heaven shook the And Memory, though fed by Pride,

acorn out, Did wax so thin on gall,

And filled the cup with dew. Awhile she scarcely lived at all. What marvel that she died ?

THE TEARS OF HEAVEN.

HEAVEN weeps above the earth all night CHORUS

till morn, IN AN UNPUBLISHED DRAMA, WRITTEN

In darkness weeps as all ashamed to weep,

Because the earth hath made her state VERY EARLY.

forlorn The varied earth, the moving heaven, With self-wrought evil of unnumbered The rapid waste of roving sea,

years, The fountain-pregnant mountains riven And doth the fruit of her dishonor reap. To shapes of wildest anarchy,

And all the day heaven gathers back By secret fire and midnight storms

her tears That wander round their windy cones, Into her own blue eyes so clear and deep, The subtle life, the countless forms And showering down the glory of light Of living things, the wondrous tones some day,

Of man and beast are full of strange Smiles on the earth's worn brow to wib Astonishment and boundless change. I her if she may.

t noon,

LOVE AND SORROW. | Moving his crest to all sweet plots of

flowers O MAIDEN, fresher than the first green leaf and watered valleys where the young With which the fearful springtide flecks birds sing ; the lea,

Could I thus hope my lost delight's reWeep not, Almeida, that I said to thee

newing, That thou hast half my heart, for bitter I straightly would command the tears to grief

creep Doth hold the other half in sovranty.

From my charged lids ; but inwardly I Thou art my heart's sun in love's crys

weep, talline :

Some vital leatas yet my heart is wooing: Yet on both sides at once thou canst not That to itse! hath drawn the frozen rain shine :

From my cold eyes, and melted it again. Thine is the bright side of my heart,

and thine My heart's day, but the shadow of my

SONNET. heart, Issue of its own substance, my heart's night Though Night hath climbed her peak Thou canst not lighten even with thy light, All-powerful in beauty as thou art. And bitter blasts the screaming autumn Almeida, if my heart were substanceless, whirl, Then might thy rays pass through to All night through archways of the bridged the other side,

pearl, So swiftly, that they nowhere would abide, And portals of pure silver, walks the moon. But lose themselves in utter emptiness. Walk on, my soul, nor crouch to agony, Half-light, half-shadow, let my spirit | Turn cloud to light, and bitterness to joy, sleep;

And dross to gold with glorious alchemy, They never learned to love who never Basing thy throne above the world's anknew to weep.

noy, Reign thou above the storms of sorrow

and ruth TO A LADY SLEEPING. That roar beneath ; unshaken peace hath

won thee; O Thou whose fringéd lids I gaze upon, So shalt thou pierce the woven glooms Through whose dim brain the wingéd | of truth ; dreams are borne,

So shall the blessing of the meek be on Unroof the shrines of clearest vision,

thee; In honor of the silver-fleckéd morn; Soin thine hour of dawn, the body's youth, Long hath the white wave of the virgin | An honorable eld shall come upon thee.

light Driven back the billow of the dreamful dark.

SONNET. Thou all unwittingly prolongest night, Though long ago listening the poised lark, SHALL the hag Evil die with child of Good, With eyes dropt downward through the

| Or propagate again her loathéd kind, blue serene,

| Thronging the cells of the diseased mind, Over heaven's parapet the angels lean.

Hateful with hanging cheeks, a withered

brood.

Though hourly pastured on the salient SONNET.

blood ?

O that the wind which bloweth cold or COULD I outwear my present state of woe heat With one brief winter, and indue i' the Would shatterand o'erbear the brazen beat spring

| of their broad vans, and in the solitude Hues offresh youth, and mightily outgrow Of middle space confound them, and The wan dark coil of faded suffering — 1 blow back Forth in the pride of beauty issuing Their wild cries down their cavern A sheeny snake, the light of vernal bowers, throats, and slake

With points of blast-borne hail their | Athwart the veils of evils which infold heated eyne!

thee. So their wan limbs no more might come We beat upon our aching hearts in rage ; between

We cry for thee ; we deem the world The moon and the moon's reflex in the thy tomb. night,

As dwellers in lone planets look upon Nor blot with floating shades the solar The mighty disk of their majestic sun, light.

Hollowed in awful chasms of wheeling

gloom, SONNET.

Making their day dim, so we gaze on thee.

Come, thou of many crowns, white-robed The pallid thunder-stricken sigh for gain, love, Down an ideal stream they ever float, Oh! rend the veil in twain : all men And sailing on Pactolus in a boat,

adore thee ; Drown soul and sense, while wistfully Heaven crieth after thee ; earth waiteth they strain

for thee; Weak eyes upon the glistening sands Breathe on thy wingéd throne, and it that robe

shall move The understream. The wise, could he in music and in light o'er land and sea.

behold Cathedraled caverns of thick-ribbéd gold

111. And branching silvers of the central globe,

alglobe, And now -- methinks I gaze upon thee Would marvel from so beautiful a sight

now, How scorn and ruin, pain and hate could

| As on a serpent in his agonies flow :

Awe-stricken Indians; what time laid low But Hatred in a gold cave sits below; And crushing the thick fragrant reeds Pleached with her hair, in mail of argent

he lies, light

When the new year warm-breathed on Shot into gold, a snake her forehead clips,

the Earth, And skins the color from her trembling

Waiting to light him with her purple lips.

skies,

Calls to him by the fountain to uprise.
LOVE.

Already with the pangs of a new birth
Strain the hot spheres of his convulsed

eyes, Thou, from the first, unborn, undying and in his writhings awful hues begin love,

To wander down his sable-sheeny sides, Albeit we gaze not on thy glories near, Like light on troubled waters : from Before the face of God didst breathe and

within move,

Anon he rusheth forth with merry din, Though night and pain and ruin and And in him light and joy and strength death reign here.

abides ; Thou foldest, like a golden atinosphere, And from his brows a crown of living light The very throne of the eternal God: Looks through the thick-stemmed woods Passing through thee the edicts of his fear

by day and night. Are mellowed into music, borne abroad By the loud winds, though they uprend the sea,

THE KRAKEN. Even from its central deeps: thine empery Is over all ; thou wilt not brook eclipse ; Below the thunders of the upper deep; Thou goest and returnest to His lips Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea, Like lightning: thou dost ever broodabove His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep, The silence of all hearts, unutterable Love. The Kraken sleepeth : faintest sunlights

flee II.

About his shadowy sides : above him swell To know thee is all wisdom, and old age Huge sponges of millennial growth and Is but to know thee : dimly we behold thee! height;

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