Falls on and urges you, Forth, as you clutch at it, Peace of the Grave. October 1891 XIX I. M. R. L. S. (1850-1894) O, TIME and Change, they range and range They glance and go as the great winds blow, O, Death and Time, they chime and chime For Death and Time bring on the prime And we lie in the peace of the Great Release February 1891 XX THE shadow of Dawn; Stillness and stars and over-mastering dreams Of Life and Death and Sleep; Heard over gleaming flats, the old, unchanging sound Of the old, unchanging Sea. My soul and yours— O, hand in hand let us fare forth, two ghosts, Into the ghostliness, The infinite and abounding solitudes, Beyond-O, beyond !-beyond. Here in the porch Upon the multitudinous silences We twain are you and I-two ghosts Omnipotence XXI WHEN the wind storms by with a shout, and the stern sea-caves Rejoice in the tramp and the roar of onsetting waves, Then, then, it comes home to the heart that the top of life Is the passion that burns the blood in the act of strife Till you pity the dead down there in their quiet graves. But to drowse with the fen behind and the fog before, When the rain-rot spreads, and a tame sea mumbles the shore, Not to adventure, none to fight, no right and no wrong, Sons of the Sword heart-sick for a stave of your sire's old song O, you envy the blesséd dead that can live no more! XXII TREES and the menace of night; As by a spectral battlement; and then, Of starlight and the song of racing worlds, Hist! In the trees fulfilled of night Or the noise of a drive of the Dead, |