For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. POEMS EVERY CHILD SHOULD KNOW THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS HIS is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, TH The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed! That spread his lustrous coil; He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more. Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, Leave thy low-vaulted past! As the swift seasons roll! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea! OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. ABOU BEN ADHEM Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) "What writest thou?" The Vision raised its head, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.” The Angel wrote and vanished. The next night And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, LEIGH HUNT. THE ARROW AND THE SONG It fell to earth, I knew not where; I breathed a song into the air, CROSSING THE BAR Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. ALFRED TENNYSON. |