By Severn Sea, and other poems

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D, BLACKMORE ROSE POET of thefabled Weft, Ere fchool and railway had begun To fufe our fhires and tongues in one, Andequalize the worft andbeft, While Devon vowels fluted yet By Dart and Lynntheir mellow length, While flourifhed ftill in Saxon ftrength The confonants of Somerfet ; Your Exmoor epic fixed the hues That lingered on by combe andtor, Andin the hollow vale of Oare You found a matter for your Mufe! Thebrigands’ den, the prifoned bride, The giant yeoman’s hero mould, Whofought andgarruloufly told The Iliad of his country-fide; [1] ert SeSee se ee By Severn Sea You bade them live and laft for us Andfor ourheirs, as caught erewhile The Doric of his rockyifle Lives in your loved Theocritus ;— So may they find you, may you take Loved, for you are a child of ours, Wholoves like you the weftern ground, The wilder f{cene, the hills that fcent The fea, and in this inland pent That hems our Academearound, And knowand prize the fcholar’s home Who learned in ftudent days to roam Amongthe cloifters and the towers a coe Where now my miffive rhyme I pen Togreet youas in lettered eafe You move amid yourbirds and bees, Old Virgil’s gardener come again; Orlike Alcinous from his hall Survey your orchards ripening fair, Apple on apple, pear on pear, From fnowy bloffom to golden ball; Orteach your {welling vines to fhap e Their tender buds and fafely thru ft The fpires that hold in ftarry duit The promife of the purple grap e. [2] a ee By Severn Sea Thefe verfes with a kindlier eye And backward thoughts of fympathy With him who writes, for memory’s fake ; Mutt fain require his haunts of old, Though happy here, and fometimes mifs By ftill and filver Tamefis The rufhing Severn’s molten gold. Oxford : April, 1896. By Severn Sea Lands that Theafter-glowoffunkenftars, Wherethe old tongues murmur to the hills BY SEVERN SEA f ruff the s from 48 oftivecurvi fortiy-cury Above dark wood and ove TOC Jarl ] 1 1 whit whi And orchard green bySeve! 1 || D = m Have{carred your earth and ftained your + Fs wave Veal sy Where pirate horde and robber clan AA noble flood, more proudly wid ri ourdea From dear From our {wii nor {wi Pours aa none,"2 For manya coftly arg ave, Have reared and ravaged‘ home andgr -_ Andgorgeous wrecks of ftately Spain — Celt and Dane! with the bones ofPO Mix Nowall is peace from fhore to fhore, Mourns Avalon in ruined ftate Beneath her filent-watching tor, Andhoiy Cleeve thy {culptured gate | Sees but the glittering runnel pafs ‘ By tropic jungle Beamingrolled, Or foamed around the monftr Of flying, creeping, {wimmingthings ] 41 Arne c ¢ : With ferpent gorge and dragon wing 4) . Peeroast artepeee } O10) | Bee ; : 4 What life, what death of brute and man eer d Oo os Dead loves, dead hates, forgotten wars, a > AndArthur’s phantom glories haunt The fhadowyfceneof high romaunt. lun rolling1 oorland } rolling moorland rutlet-cut HE Withall its golda Madefragrant by the fummer 1 Climbs fromthe myftic glamour fills, a Befide thy cloifter-guardedgrafs ; : ; While toweredhall and cattle ftand, Their ancient wont andfafhion yet vena sat Sanne PeBRN AE MSR Se a AEE es aa edad By Severn Sea By Severn Sea Vnchanged, as if fome fairy hand Mid their green oaks of Somerfet Of lips whofe unforgotten lays Made beauty lovelier by their praife! Had lulled them to fuch drowfihood As chained erewhile the Wood, Slumbering Here fojourned erft the lyric three, Whofe wandering made a claflic ground From Quantoxhead to Dunkery, So fleep they, only through their dream At times the merry bugles wind, Whenhound and horfe and horfeman gleam By ferny haunts of hart and hind, And pride of olden venerie The antlered ftag goes wildlyfree. Where they by height or hollow found Fountains that carol for all time In tune to their own deathlefs rhyme ; And here that nearer dearer tongue Mourned his dead friend and fang the dirge— Noughthear they elfe, but from its well Deepin the dim heart ofthe glen The fecret ftream from del! to dell Ruftling by ways apart from men, Till in fome cool and fhadowed cave It wed the quiet-waiting wave. More fadly fweet was never fung— Oh charmédrealm, oh ftoried {cene, Whatechoes whifper on yourtide, What memories mingle with your fheen, They have not loved you from child, Of lives that here have breathed and died. etea [6] Of him who on your murmurous verge Wind-wafted from Italian land Hathreft by his own Severn ftrand. Ah weftern winds and waters mild! Others your vaporous langours chide ; Nor grownto ftrength your fhorebefide. Ye {peak of youth and hope to me, Ye airs, ye floods of Severn Sea ! [7] For I was native to your mood Andapt to take your influence, To mufe and paufe, to pore andbrood, To doubt the fhows andfhapesoffenfe To dreamhow not to dream away The long large hours of boyhood’s day. By Severn Sea With Him Who rules and rounds earth, Beyond the dark, behind the light, In myftery of the Infinite. Andwelike rivers from their fource Throughcloud and fhine, by deep or fhoal, And when high noon on many a fail Wasbright along the brimming flow, Orwhen the weftering fun muft fail Blood-red, and from the fhifting glow Of lilac-citron {kies the queen That fways your motion glimmeredgreen, Oneleffon ftill my fpirit learned From flood and daylight fleeting paft, Andfrom its ownftrange felf that yearned Like them to lapfe into the vaft, And merge and end its vague unreft In fome wide ocean of the Weft ; Ere we can find true peace again, Our being muft have fecond birth, Purged and made one throughtoil and pain [8] Mutt follow that which draws our courfe, The Love that is its guide and goal; Of life, of death ye made me free, Waters and hills of Severn Sea ! Minehead: August, 1892. ee ee re cnaeailasesio ee AI SH ee BS ool Pe ee By Severn Sea Virgilium Vidi To Lord Tennyfon VIRGILIVM VIDI TO LORD TENNYSON ESTOR ofPoefy, whofe utterance fage Has charmedfo long our times, example bright In the hard war of Truth, a ftedfaft light To guide our youth through this felf-darkened age! Thou in a more heroic hour didft wage With men of mighty mould victorious fight ‘Two generations back, and ftill of right Reign’ft in the third, and none maylift thy gage; Noryet in this thy lovely Pylian realm And hofpitable home, wilt wholly reft, Shaping what fhall not die, befide the {hore, Till God {hall bid thee fail and bend the helm Beyond the Ocean and the mifty Weft, Whither thine own Antilochus wentbefore. Fre/hwater: April, 1891. [10] THE old Latin commentators preferve feveral ftriking notices of Virgil’s habit of reading or reciting his poems, both while he was compofing them, and after they were completed, and efpecially of the remarkable beauty and charm of the poet’s renderingof his own words and its powerful effect upon his hearers. ‘He read,’ fays Suetonius, ‘at once with fweetne(s and with a wonderful fafcination ; and Seneca had a ftory of the poet ‘fulius Montanus faying that he himfelf _ would attempt to teal fomething from Virgil if he couldfrst borrow his voice, his elocution, and his dramatic power in reading ; for the very fame lines, faid he, which when the author himfelf read them founded well, without him were empty and dumb. He read to Augustus the whole ofhis Georgics, and on another occafion three books of the Aineid, the fecond, the fourth and thefixth, the la%t with an effect upon Odavia not to be forgotten, for fhe was prefent at the reading, and at thofe great lines about her own fon and his premature death, which begin “Tu Marcelluseris’, it is faid that fhe fainted away oO was with difficulty recovered. His amanuenfis Eros again, in his old age, ufed to relate how [11] i X — wane ca Ack ee Virgilium Vidi Virgil, on one occafion, carried away by the warmth of recita- The leaves your elders wore! [13] . aa : : SI = is ae Seethes round the chalky fteep, s And with a fofter figh the creaming furf re The gracious daffodil ; Coy daughter of the wild and wont to hide A fhy and fecret queen, Springs unafraid and flaunts her fimple pride Offylvan gold and green ; While on the downs above the wintry turf The venturous violets peep, 7 With her blithe mood a fterner laureate’s heart, > And by your trees the flower, whofe happy part Timefince it wasto fill ‘ Now while the crocus darts a leaping lame, About your garden-door, : = E aee The myriad labour of our Englifh hands, Our always-widening {peech, Crowned with the bay and brightening with your fame ey Te propter Lybice gentes Nomadumquetyranni Odere, infenfi Tyrii; te propter eundem Exftindtus pudor, et, qua fola fidera adibam, Famaprior. Cui me moribundum deferis, hofpes ? Hoc folum nomen quoniam de conjuge reftat. (SERVIvS ad Joc.) ORDin this land and lord in manylands, Howeverfar may reach ee a <aot as fourth /Eneid (vv. 320—4.) TO ALFRED LORD TENNYSON - tion, had completed on the [pur of the moment two lines previoufly left by him unfinifbed,—the lines— Mifenum /Zoliden, quo non preftantior alter fEre ciere viros, Martemque accendere cantu— and had ordered him at once to write them into the book.’ (Sver. Life of Virgil, ed. Nettlefhip, pp.15,16.) Another paffage which Virgil is [aid to have read, with immenfe effect upon the feelings of his hearers, is the well-known one in the ' SE S200)AS Stet peer Virgilium Vidi Virgilium Vidi Virgilium Vidi Andonhis cheek the climbing traveller feels Not quite unkind the breeze Before whofe breath a bluer fhadow fteals Acrofs the thawing feas, And in the fheltered combes befide the {now The firft primrofes dare, And the lark flutes and flutters high and low Toffed on the April air ; Nowwhenthe finging and the fpringing time Makes bolder every heart, Take, king of verfe, the tribute of a rhyme, Albeit of little art, From one who prizes more than words canfay, As life and cares grow long, What charmed with fimpler {pell his boyhood’s day— The magic of your fong; As more and more a wifer fenfe divines What in quick heats of youth He deemed the form of beauty in your lines Tobe the foul of truth: And counts him thrice and four times fortunate To have found fuch fignal grace Of welcome bidding pafs the facred gate, Andentering, face to face [14] Tohave feen the Virgil of our time, and heard, More mufical than fong, The rolling cadence of the poet’s word In accents true and ftrong, Grandly reverberant with a nation’s wail Abovethe warrior’s grave, Orfoftly calling to the filver fail Acrofs the moonlit wave ; In fuch a moving voice as that which made The imperial mother {woon With {weet and fharp of forrow, when it bade The purple flowers be ftrewn, And lavith lilies heaped upon the head Withdrawn as foon as fhown, Rome’s idle honourto a fpirit fled Too pure to be her own; Or fang how piled beneath Mifenus’ hill The trumpet and the oar Signed the dumb ghoft whofe living lips had {kill To light the blaze of war; The very voice of beauty and of art Whereyetfo ftrangely ring Thofe undernotes of tears that are a part Of every mortal thing. [15] In Memoriam se TRAEaat tetae Virgilium Vidi Dutt is the finger, but the fong endures, Making the old tongue of Rome, Though dead, to fpeak; and even fo fhall yours O’erleap the bounds of home, Not only to be read by him whofpells A half-forgotten lore IN MEMORIAM ALFRED LORD TENNYSON ’Mid mouldering fhelves of ancient halls, or dwells Vpon an old-world fhore, Befide fomeclaffic hill or fount that links Our day to ages flown Motca xawor turer aevooy ev SaKpvots ¥ 3 Ss Us @OaV eTLKHOELOD. By Tufcan or Agean wave, or drinks Peer vad The Danube or the Rhone, But echoing round and round our amplerearth To capes of hope andire, Andiflands parted by the globe’s full girth, Andzones of froft and fire, Where Mifliffippi or Saint Lawrencedrifts His rafted forefts by, Or {nowy-corniced Himalayalifts The world’s white roof on high. AST left of the mortal Immortals, art thou too taken at laft, Loved part fo long of the prefent, muft thoutoopafs to the paft? Thouhaft lain in the moonlight and lapfed ina glory fromreft intoreft, Andftill is the teeming brain, and the warm heart cold in the breaft, Andfrozen the exquifite fancy, and mute the magical tongue From our century’s tuneful morn to its hufhing eve that had fung. Frejbwater: April, 1891. [16] Crownedpoet and crown of poets whofe wealth and whofe wit could combine [17] C In Memoriam In Memoriam Great echoes of old-world Homer, the grandeur of Milton’s line, the laurelled hearfe, Ourtears and our flowers fade {carce more faft than our tranfient verfe, For even as the refluent crowds from the glorious Abbey difperfe, The fad fweet glamourof Virgil, the touch of Horace divine, Theocritus’ mufical figh, and Catullus daintily fine! They are all forgotten, and we go back to ourfleeting lives ; Poet of Art and of Nature, of fympathies old and new, Who read in the earth and the heavens, the fair, and the good and the true, And who wrote no line and no word that the world will ever rue ! Singer of God and of men, the ftars were touched by thy brow, But thy feet were on Englifh meadows, true finger of England thou ! Welofe thee from fight, but thy brothers with honour receive thee now, Fromearlieft Chaucer and Spenfer to thofe who were nearer allied, The rainbow-radiance of Shelley and Byron’s fiery pride, Rich Keats and auftere Wordsworth, and Browning whoyesterday died sy funny channels of Venice, and Arnold from Thames’ green fide. Knells be rung, and wreaths be ftrung, and dirges be fung for [18] For we are the dying, and thou the living, whofe work furvives, The fum andthe brief of our time, to report to the after-years Its thoughts and its loves and its hopes and its doubts andits faiths andits fears; Theylive in thy lines for ever, and well may our era rejoice To {peak to the ages to come with fo {weet and fo noble a voice. Odtober 12, 1892. naa rade Addifon’'s Walk ADDISON’S WALK May Day on Magdalen Tower MAY DAY ON MAGDALEN TOWER WRITTEN FOR é \ REENcloifter of our tranquil Academe, J Whatformis this that greets us as we pace Beneath your boughs, the genius of the place, With foft accoft that fits our mufing dream? Scholar, divine, or ftatesman would befeem That reverendair, that penfive-brilliant face Andlofty wit and fpeech of Attic grace ich in grave ornament and noble theme : MR HOLMAN HyNt’sS PICTVRE M ORNofthe year, of day and Maythe prime! Howfitly do we fcale the fteep dark ftair, Into the brightnefs of the matin air, To praife with chanted hymnand echoing chime, Dear Lord of Light, Thy lowlihead fublime That {tooped erewhile ourlife’s frail weed to wear! Sun, clouds, andhills, all things Thou framett fo fair, TRINA eeee a ee i | TWIT Tis he who played unfpoiled a worldly part, Taught the town truth, and in a formal age Lured fop and toaft to heed a note fublime, 10 here had early learned the crowning art, To walk the worldlike Plato’s monarch-fage, Speator ofall being andall time. With us are glad and gay, greeting the time. Thecollege of the lily leaves her fleep ; The gray tower rocks andtrembles into found, Dawn-fmitten Memnonof a happier hour ; 'hrough faint-huedfields the filver waters creep; Day grows, birds pipe, and robed anew andcrowned, GreenSpring trips forth to fet the world aflower. | Richard of Chichester Richard of Chichester RICHARD OF CHICHESTER TO THE RIGHT REVEREND RICHARD DVRNFORD : LORD BISHOP OF CHICHESTER : ON ST RICHARD’S DAY M.DCCCLXXXXII Dicit quidem Petrus Ravennas, quod ipfa fepe fanctorum nomina meritum indicant, tetantur infignia; Ricardus igitur etymologice pote# dici, quafi Ridens, Carus et Dulcis......at metrice merito de ipfo dicawT qe tur— Nominis in primo tides, dulcefeis in imo, Si medium queris, carus amicis eris.— Acta Sanctorum ; Vita Sti Ricardi Cicenstrensis. ICHARD or CuicuesTer, fo ran the ftyle Of him who now fix centuries away, Ruling Ciceftria’s ‘realm’ with gentle fway, Sent light and peace out o’er our troubled ifle, His very namethe record ofhis fmile, Andof his f{weetnefs and his charm, they fay ; So ran the ftyle, and fo it runs to-day, Though the faint fleeps beneath the hallowedpile ; Forftill a Richard fills Ciceftria’s throne, Whofe ninetieth year mellows and not impairs The ruler wife, learn’d {cholar, faithful priett, Courtly and kind and dearto all his own, Friends who fhall yet, if God fo grant their prayers, Send him more greetings on his namefake Featt. ( Recnym seems to have been the Roman name for Chichester. ) ‘Where True foys Are to be Found’ ix The Point of Spring THE POINT OF SPRING ds WASthat fweet momentof the year Whenfirft the feafons’ hopes appear, Whenthrough black boughs of winter feen pst lances eile? Pt WHERE TRVE JOYS ARE TO BE FOVND r j “IME was I yearnedfor happinefs, “Time was I burned for fame, Nor marked the Love andlovelinefs Vnfought, unbought that came: Nowhappinefs feems emptinefs, And famea fickle breath, A : ee And only Love andlovelinefs Have promife over Death. The guiltlefs cuckoo fhyly called, Andlike a fountain pulfing ftrong : Larks towered and dropped onjets of fong ; Nodded beneath the fheltering hill In the low breeze the daffodil, And pink the budding almondftood Blufhing at her own hardihood; While on the down fo harfh and bare But yefterday, fee everywhere Pale ftars in purple morning fet, The primrofe with the violet ! PTeR ---- 435UW His pufhing heir not yet inftalled eee Al Spring fhimmers in a mift of green, Hefperides Hefperides Magic bowers never wilting, While the sunfet flafhed and bickered Andthe fparkling ocean flickered Andthefilver Star of Even ALL AMIDST THE GARDENS FAIR Hung above the crimfon heaven, OF HESPERVS AND HIS DAVGHTERS THREE Andthe whirling world had reft. THAT SING ABOVT THE GOLDEN TREE N I ISTRESS Rachel, Miftrefs Ruth, Dancing downthe ways of youth By the dancingrills of truth, Fairy mufic lead your meafure, Bring you to the hiddentreafure And the oracles offooth, = anh aa ie f Per xNA Bid all f{prites of evil vanith, Gnome and Kobold ban and banifh, Charm each dragon head uncouth! So they danced amongtheir rofes, Whomthe greciantale difclofes, In the golden-fruited garden Where the watchful fnake was warden Daughters of the sunfet Weft, Magic maidens ever lilting, [26] there came the hero prefence Breaking on their charméd pleafaunce Fromthe lands of work andpain, Quelled the fierce unfleeping warden, Plucked the fruitage of the garden For a gift at Wifdom’sfane ; Fora gift and for a token That the lulling fpell was broken, All the carelefs years completed, All their golden nonage fleeted, Andthe ftar that lit to dreaming Mutt for bufy morn be beaming, Andthe world muft whirl again. Dancing down the ways of youth By the dancingrills of truth, Fairy mufic lead your meafure, [27] Hefperides Bring you to the hiddentreafure And the oracles of footh, Bid all fprites of evil vanifh, Gnomeand Kobold banandbanifh, Charmeach dragon head uncouth; Miftrefs Rachel, Miftrefs Ruth! Chrifimas: 1895. A New Year's Greeting A NEWYEAR’S GREETING EAR friends, who from your aéry home Watch all the glancing fates that fleet In light and fhade o’er tower and dome Of Oxford at your feet— Green Spring that {miles through tears of rain, Or golden Summer’s gorgeous glow— Red Autumnonthefiery vane, White Winter ftill with fnow :— Thames vale in morning vapour dreit, Noon brooding o’er the fultry High, The Poet’s Tree by Cumnorcreft Etched on the evening {ky :— You fcan our fcene, you hear our noife— A found of many changing chimes, Nowfad with grief, now glad withjoys, The echo of our times : [29] A NewYear's Greeting You fee us through a happy haze Of newdelight, of old content, = Risen ete ets: Seeier iets But are you mindful of the days That here below you {pent ? Doyou tonight perchance remember A fragrant hour, a f{ummer moon,— Will you watch with us in December, As once you watched in June ? Midfummer-midnight ’twas—no word Spoke from the fleeping moon-blanched tower Onlythe foul the fecret heard Of that fate-laden hour, Midwinter-midnight ’tis, and, hark ! From merry {pire and turret ring A hundred chimes throughall the dark— What burthen dotheyfing? ‘A yearis flying, fighing, flowing, going, A dearold year, a kind old year :— A year is meeting, greeting, thowing, growing, A bright, a light New Year, [30] A New Year's Greeting ‘New homes, new hopes, newjoy, and if new trouble, Love old and new,in joy, in trouble too: Happythe fingle life, happier the double, Happy the old, happier the new: Twoloves for one, four friends for two.’ L’ENVOI Then hail, dear friends, thrice o’er, and let this letter Writ in the old year bid welcometo the new: Good was the old, but may the new bebetter, Dear friends, for us and you. Magdalen College: New Year's Eve: 1890. To The Bride TO THE BRIDE WirA COPY OF ROBERT BRIDGES’ SHORTER POEMS O the bride Her friends two Old and new Wedlock-tied Send this tome, To F.C. S. An Envoy TO Jj. Cc. $. ENVOY TO ABIRTHDAY ODE EAR Lady,take this little fong, Not over-wife though all too long; Astiny ftraws flung up in air May fhow what way {trong winds dofare, So little words ill chofen and weak The heart’s {till voice may faintly fpeak. Withall meflage Fair, to prefage Her new home. Of Oxford’s beft He who wrote Each fweet note,— He whopreffed,— He who bound ;— Mayfhe find It to her mind, As they’ve found! Time was I found thy ftately mien Asof a gracious diftant queen ; Now drawing nearer to thy throne, With growing years emboldened grown, I fain take courage to record The debt that all thefe years afford ; And though no words on any day Nor any deedscanall repay, Bid boyhood’s chivalry find end In the true fervice of a friend. Davos Platz: August 26, 1884. [32] we [33] poem. TO |. 6. s, <a 2 sae To 7. C. S. A Birthday Ode Whatlofs in gain, what gain in lofs, eA Cys ee eeeee To F. C. 8. A Birthday Ode A BIRTHDAY ODE W HILOMEI wrote little fong, Not wife, I faid, though all too long, “4“| Alittle fong great debt topay, j Howgreat nor fhort nor long could fay. : ‘a A ftately gracious queen you feemed When youth confirmed what boyhood dreamed ; Nowyouth to ampler manhood changed O’er wider fields oflife has ranged ; Some flowers he finds grownfruit, fomeyet Flowering, and ftill the ancient debt Exceeds the utmoft of his ftore, And you are worthier than before; So little wordsill chofen and weak The heart’s ftill voice once more mutt fpeak. Whatfiftings of the gold from drofs, What planting and what watering hours, Whatincreafe from the holier powers! What hopes grown memories, what fears, What tender joys, what tenderer tears Too facred for a holiday, Yet never from our hearts away, While that dear heaven-uplifted ftar Smiles on her earthly home from far ! So take, dear Lady of this day, Once morethe tribute of a lay Andgratitude how poorly dreft, Withfive years’ added intereft, Nay, doubled now by that fweet tone The over-echo of my own 5 Forliften, and you’ll hear it come A refponfe o’er the feas of home In {weet accord toall I fay ! can it be a luftre’s flown Since then we gathered at your throne ? Howfull the years, how fleet the tides, How muchis gone, how much abides, [34] From her whofhould be here to-day ; When all and each whocall you friend Or dearer names, your court attend In ac or Keart, with blitheft mien [35] 5 a ne re atin UE = To F. C. S. A Birthday Ode Sona " The Sundial aggens Meditatur Homo. Long mayyou reign, and long may we Or youngor old your lieges be! Andfor your humble loyal bard, If neither fate nor you be hard, SHADOWES MARKE. Thus much he hopes, thus much heprays, Yourroyal laurel for his lays, And that on fome far birthday he Monet Solarium. Mayfee and fhare your Jubilee ! SHADOWE HARKE WHuHarT ys sayYDE! Davos Platz: August 26, 1889. Monitio. THYNGES DIVRNALLE Bin a SHADE Or ETERNALLE. [37] +t GRADE BY GRADE ae Dawne To Darke Fa Sae ee LINES FOR A SVNDIAL ee . And feftal garb to greet their queen, Whofe crown is wifdomas of old And courtefy her orb of gold, Whofe fceptre bright Ithuriel’s lance, Truth kindling truth where’er it glance. y ~~ ae Memorial Anthem Faith abideth, even on earth Faithfully who laboureth, Lo, his life hath endlefs worth, And his Lord remembereth. ANTHEM WRITTEN FOR AND SYNG AT THE MEMORIAL SERVICE AT FROGMORE : DECEMBER 14, 1896. Yea, like as a father pitieth his own children, even fo is the Lord merciful unto themthat fear Him. For He knoweth whereof we are made, Hope abideth, like a ftar, Whenthe darknefs deepeneth, Guiding to that country far Pilgrim zeal remembereth. Love abideth, Love in heaven, Love on earth, can conquer death, He remembereth that we are but dus. So His love, by whomis given All our love, remembereth. ORKSof earth and wordsofair, Duft to duft, and breath to breath, All we are, and all we were, He who made remembereth. Lord, remember, Lord, forget not ; Howfoe’er forgetful we, Lord, remember, Jefu, let not Grief abideth, years returning To the hearts He chafteneth Bring again the tears of mourning ; He who wept remembereth. [38] Ourfrail nature fall from Thee ! a aeaT PONMD eeeES) pa ede r OS ot (cae ate oer a Memorial Anthem iu Sas Ee EM eas Natural Religion Natural Religion 7% e The chill white mifts clung clofe, an iron floor Hard, cold as deathitfelf, with icy wall NATVRAL RELIGION Pent the invifible {tream from fhore to fhore ; Silence was over all, death everywhere, WANDEREDbythe fhining river fide, Tenderly after Spring’s firft warming rain Blue the heaven, and blue the mirroringtide ; From endtoend ofhis reftored domain The fteely {wallow {wooped ; tufted and pied With bloffom white and gold the meadowplain, And fringed with rufh and reed, whereby did glide 5 | a : a PA Sweet Thamesaripple with ruftling gliftening train. i : iki mY TRINA i I wandered by the fteamingriver fide, Sultry and fick the air, a ftagnant thread The fhrunken ftream erewhile fo flufh and wide From poolto pool crawled in his fhrivelled bed ; Vanifhed the {pringing flowers, yellow and dried A ftubble of withered grafs fhowed in their ftead, And fcarce Thames’ honett face could be defcried With fcummy froth and rotting weed O’erfpread. { wandered by the river fide once more; As to fome mafk of death face-cloth andpall [40] Death defolate, mute, motionlefs andfrore, Onfullen earth, clogged flood and ftarvingair. Again I wanderedby the river fhore; Motion was there again, tumult and throes, Forall the furface heaved and cracked andtore Riven and fplintered into jagged floes That gnafhed and juftled as they downward bore Griding and {coring all the tender bank, And {weeping flotage of wreck and drift before The ruining hurry of their turbulent rank.— Then came a warm wet wind, inceffantly The rain defcended and the tempeft beat On fodden grafs and black unfheltering tree, Or changedto colderairs with hail andfleet Lafhing the wrinkled flood and fhivering lea, Till all the cleanfing cycle was complete, Andjoy returned and bright tranquillity, Andto the ftream once moreI bent myfeet. [41] te ea inten oe eal ha Roe pLdNeae ins Natural Religion A Book of Daintiest Verfe Norlefs than this, nor lefs than death, I cried, Than death anddiffolution mutt befall, Ere earth could fee again his fummerpride, Or {pring her budding maidenhood recal; TO L. R. Fair things muft fade that beauty may abide, Love is the purpofe as the fourceof ftrife, So clofely link the powers that look fo wide, Andlife death’s death, and death thelife oflife ! WITH A COPY OF ROBERT BRIDGES’ “T~ ‘SHORTER POEMS’ AKE,friend ofall that’s good andfair This book of daintieft verfe, Andlet each coy retiréd air Its mufic rare rehearfe. The filver Thames by fummerkis’t, The ruftling brakes of Spring Or Autumn woods whengales are whitt, Such fongs as thefe they fing. Such fongs in England’s flowering day Made merry England brave, From honiéd Chaucer fhrewdly gay To Witherblithely grave. NapaaronSoongee i Leaving Graythwaite Leaving Graythwaite Ah fheltering garden of my girlhood’s day, Ah vocal folitude, FOR ——— LEAVING GRAYTHWAITE BY WINDERMERE Into the world of men I take my way With all its murmurs rude ; D EAR thegray walls hid in the greenwood fide Crefting the funny fhore, That fleeping fees the fnowy canvafs glide Andhearstheoar; Your charméd woodsI leave, yet ere I go Into the hum andftrife May fomething of your tranquil beauty flow Andpafs into mylife! Dearthe fwift {tream that tumbling through the glen So when I weary with the ftifling breath Scurries acrofs the mead, Fit emblem ofthe reftlefs life of men With peace to endits {peed ; Dear the high moor with purple heath o’erblown, With bracken and with ling, Haunts only to the {creaming plover known Or the wild hawk’s wide wing; There lonely ftraying ofttimes have I vowed Myfriendthip to therill, Or fworn mefifter to the wandering cloud Orfar off folemn hill, [44] And deafen with the noife, Shall come to fave me from the fpirit’s death The memory ofyour joys ; Tired of the town myfancy’s feet fhall tread Once more the upland fod, And lead once more the days my childhood led With Nature and with God. An Excufe ‘Well-languaged Daniel’ AN EXCVSE TO HENRYOLIVE DANIEL : OF WORCESTER COLLEGE : WITH baie eeee Vnilefs the touch offire be given The Mufe alonecan filch from Heaven; So though my anfwerlingerlate, [ crave your patience ftill to wait Till funnier hours and ikies more kind Befriend a fomething torpid mind. Whenthis relentlefs winter yields, And cow/llips tuft your Pencombe fields, And when in Maudlin Mayis born With chant and chime and diffonant horn, And trees grow green andrivers gliften, Andfor the cuckoo’s call we liften, Andlarger light gives larger {cope A COPY OF THE WORKS OF SAMVEL DANIEL THE POET ANIEL, well-lettered fon of Somerfet, And even as he whodid thefe lays indite ‘Well-languaged’, take them, yours theyare byright Of name and nurture, and hereafter let— Left we fair Delia’s Petrarch fhould forget— Some choice exemplar ftand for our delight, Type, paper, margin, all things, trimly dight, Your Excudebat for their warrant fet ! For you enrich the poet-fhrining fhelf With daintieft treafures old and new, and give In many a nice and juftly ordered page Back to mechanic days of hafte and pelf The tafteful Tudor touch,—fo thefe fhall live Green as their fhire and yours from ageto age. To foul and fenfe, why then we’ll hope The month and Mufe may me infpire With happier chance to prove the lyre, And then maybe [’ll fend a Sonnet, For in meantime [’ll think uponit. = [46] Afienfion Day, 1895. a OV afked me,friend, to fend a Sonnet, I wrote that I would think uponit, But Love is neither fold nor bought, And fonnets do not come with thought, THE MICROCOSM WRITTEN DVRING THE SICKNESS OF PRESIDENT GARFIELD : SEPTEMBER, 1981 ae ny e ao Shore where the brethren of our fathers | fought With that chafte bride for whom our fathers fought i itorms and foes efcaped in peace to be: Bade their fons choofe both peace and kin before, . Then when not England on her children war But England’s blinded rulers did decree. Fie ftre nl ie : ies b - Pe aie Andhere will I lay me down +t. wee for a while by thee 3 L c 9 Thou one among many, unnoticed unknown Of all fave yon ebienns bee : one tongueaffures an home and folk= whom ftill Dear Bloodofour blo oh nye know {pite waves andyears. Sid Sia one , Sr aE Oe, i oftrials pasin your night ae Now and of fears While light is not and forrow? Rifes the mountain wall, But bright, how bright In the emia light Dathedinto orth with fall on fall Chat bride whom all too foon fate’s irony c es ARKagainft the {ky . ; SN ape EF ana icroco[m TO AMERICA : ; = ’ Witenesee ee 2 To America | saa ebm rts cesa Gurir prayers you have—may you not need ourtears! ° , : Orthefe flies whofe world is a this pool ofthine, ; Whereinto live and tolove, to rejoice and repine : Yes! here will I lay me down ‘ By this pool andthis fall of thine: Since not Niagara’s felf Is more wondrous one whit than this, Though it fwoop a fea from a continent fhelf To plunge in an ocean aby{s: [49 ] — aesarora ee Microcofm The Everlafting No Foreach fairy filament, Andfeathery frond of fern, Is ftrung of no other element Thanbuilds yon mountain chain, Or moons that wax and wane, Or funs andftars that burn : Andwere this to ftay in its courfe, Or thefe waters turn back their way, The fun would ftop and the moon would ftay, Andthe ftars that are whirled by the felf-fame force Through the cycles of months andofyears, of night and ofday THE EVERLASTING NO i aimeoi cet tatesEewe vifion, 2 And knownthe bitter {weet of great ambition Notfor thefe fhort-lived follies thou waft meant. Yet whichto follow of the ftriving voices, Faith, knowledge, nature, ftill to meet Surfeit in pleafure, in faith fupertftition, In knowledge wearinefs, in love deceit ? Forth to the wildernefs? Ah I fee only Defert winds fhaking the defert reeds: Ignorant andthirfting ftill and lonely Shall folitude fuffice my thoufand needs ? [st] The EverlaSting No The Golden Age Whatthoughthe innereye befilled with feeing, What though the mountain and the plain begreat, Only to think and brood in dreamsofbeing, . Sight of the ftars and confciousfenfe of duty, Thefe are but drops in the ftill vacant heart, Thefe have I known andfelt and loved their beauty With half myfoul, nor filled the other part. THE GOLDEN AGE A‘ ME! ay me! how {weet 4 1875, With eyes of yearning far behind uscaft, Tired eyes atingle with the bitter blaft, Tired eyes and fore with all the glare and heat That doth fo fiercely beat Onour poor brows who wage Here in the blinding duft and fharp turmoil Hard warfare, wearying ftrife, And live our workdaylife Of unremitting toil In this our iron age, Howfweet, howglad to turnus to the patft, owglad, how {weet to gaze With yearning eyes far backward catt, On thofe fair feafons of the world’s firft dawn, And fcenes fo far withdrawn, [53] a This cannot folve the riddle of our fate. The Golden Age For a Children’s Game As through a golden haze Lit with a rich yet temperedlight, Till our outwearied fight Be comforted feafting on the greenofgrafs, Andviolet gray of {ky, And waters hyaline, Andviftas foftly lucent wherein pafs Fair forms of men and womenby, And fhadowy ampler fhapes than thefe, divine ! 1875, FOR A CHILDREN’S GAME For a Little Girl AM a modeft Violet— Dewtears of joy my dark eyes wet, Myfragrance fills my lowly nett, The humbleft oft are happiett. For a Girl I AM a ftately Foxglove tall— I ring my nodding bells and call— Ho! bufy bees that wandering roam, Here’s honey, honey for your home! For a Boy A BVLLRVSH I on river bank— Stand with my menin ferried rank, And ftraight and proud keep watchand ward O’er all who pafs the fhining ford. [55] eS ereee Aa eeneT ee eeerd Greek Children’s Swallow Song Greek Children’s Swallow Song Shall we take the door or the lintel Orthy wife who fits within? We'll eafily carry her off, She is fo {mall and thin; GREEK CHILDREN’S SWALLOW SONG But if thou giveft a portion, Great may thy portion be. "HAG", HAGE, xeALddv TT HE fwallowis here, is here Bringing the joyous fpring, Bringing the joyous year ne and fable wing. On bofom white Quick, out with the kneaded cake From the houfe of plenteous eafe, And a cup of wine ourthirft to flake Anda bafket filled with cheefe ! Nor on white bread nor brown Does the {wallow look down. shall we take or fhall we be gone? If thou giveft aught— But woe if not. Wewill not let thee alone. [56] Ope, ope to the {wallow the door! Weare no fages with foreheads hoar But only children are we. ‘ iij. Athenaus, vii}. 3360¢ te T Thermopyle’s great dead ; Their grave a fhrineis, theirs for pity acclaim, And memoryin the ftead Oftears, a fhroud Sorich, fo proud, Nor mouldering {tain Nor conquering time fhall blot; The ‘ Heroes’ Clofe’ this plot All Hellas? glory to its tenant hath ta’en, So witneffes Leonidas, the King Of Sparta, he wholeft behind Rich ornament of valorous mind Andpraife that bards fhall never ceafetofing. + Simonides ap. Diod. Sic, xj. 11. ELOVED fhe moved amongus, Belovéd fhe lies in her grave, To a home, to a husband’s bofom Came nevera bride more brave. ‘Tomb of a buried mortal Count not her barrow then, As the fhrines of the gods are honoured Be it honoured of men! Climbing the crookéd way There fhall the traveller fay, ‘She died on a day for her husband And now fhe’s a fpirit in heaven ; All hail, Lady, thy bleffing Hereto us beit given!’ Euripides: AlceSis; vv. 99I—1004. etter mate ENOWNEDtheirlot and fair their fame ‘MY LATE ESPOVSED SAINT’ ee TOV ev OepporvaAars OavdvTwr a = roo aS 3 ee rene ‘My Late Efpoufed Saint? IT The Glory of Hellas — ee ee TEI eeeeeee XXVIij The Old Yacht The Old Yacht Yours was the top on whichfhe ftood, THE OLD YACHT HAT craft, my friends, youthere behold The fafteft thing afloat of old, If you'll believe her tale, was fhe: ‘No timber ever fwam the fea But fhe could give it the go-by, Were need with oaror fail to fly. 3.? A truth fell Adria’s beach allows, Aye, and the Circlet Ifles, fhe vows, And glorious Rhodes and favage Thrace, eee ae see Propontis, and thy wreckful race, Pontus, where fhe a fhip today PAs Was once a waving wood, fhe’ll fay, Whofe vocal treffes whifpered oft Vpon Cytorus’ ridge aloft. —= Pontic Amaftris and ye rocks Cytorian hight that bear the box, Ye knew, ye know, and ye cantell Howfince the hour her birth befell. [60] —So muchfhe claims,—and yours the flood Firft wet her maiden oars, anon Through chafing channels many a one She bore her lord, howe’er thegale, On portor ftarboard woo’d the fail, Or if heaven’s influence following fair Strained either fheet with equalair ; Norever vow to godsof fhore For her did crew or captain pour, While from old Ocean’s fartheft bound Tothis clear lake her way fhe found. But that is ancient hiftory, Today in harbour fhe’s laid by To reft and ruft felf-dedicate To Caftor and to Caftor’s mate ey es ay ee ee eeee The Poet to The Orator Pereunt & Imputantur PEREVNT ET IMPVTANTVR EAR Martial, if with you I could Tafte days of gladnefs free from care, Arrange my momentsas I would, THE POET TO THE ORATOR ‘E VLLY,ofall Rome’s progeny Moft eloquent that e’er can be, Oris, or was in hiftory, Full thanks to you Catullus gives The very pooreft bard that lives, Of all Rome’s bards as muchthe wortt Asyou of all her bar thefirft. aus dadeetinen Catullus: Carm, xlix. Leifure, and life worth living, fhare, Onhalls and houfes of the great, Dull glories of heraldic ftate, Crabbed cafes in the difmal court, Onthefe, on thefe we would not wait : But walk and talk and book and {port, The cool alcove, the fhady tree, The bath, the Fountof Fair Ladye, Our bufinefs and our haunt fhould be. To-day, alas! nor you nor I Canbe ourfelves; the bright hours meant Tobe fo good, they pafs and fly, Still {cored againft us ‘had and {pent. ’ Ah,is not this the moral, fay, Fe who might live muft not delay? Fes Mee ot nal lee rE Ae = Martial: Epig. v.20, [53] Epitaph on A Little Girl Wer Nie Sein Brod () - EPITAPH ENEATH this rifing mound entombed is laid folis’ Canace ; poorlittle maid, Her feventh winter washer very laft ; O fin, O fhame! yet ftay, you weep toofat ; Life’s tranfient term here is no place to blame, Sad was her death, more fad the way it came: A wafting plague her beauty reft away And madeher darling face its helplefs prey, Ruthlefs, her very kiffes to confume, Nor give herlips unrifled to the tomb: So fudden muft he fwoop, the vulture god, At leaft he might fome other way havetrod ; Nay, Death madehafte her fweet voice to imprifon , Left that dear tongue fhould coax e’en the grim grave to liften. Martial xj. 81. ‘WER NIE SEIN BROD’ (From Goethe.) V HO never ate with tears his bread, Whoneverin drear midnight hours Hath fat him weeping onhis bed, He knows Younot, ye Heavenly Powers, , . vey Youbring poor mortals to the birth, You let themfin and then to forrow You hand themo’er, for on your earth All they muft furely pay who borrow! aaTa XXXiij ES FAELLT EIN STERN HERVNTER THE DISDAINFVL SHEPHERD ESS (From Heine.) (From Goethe.) EF’ALLETH afhootingftar WAS a cloudlefs April morrow, Fromhis fparkling heights above, And the She pherdefs went fing ing, Young and fair and without forr ow, I fee it fromafar, So lala! lay ralla Fall from the apple trees It is the ftar of love! Setting all the meadows ringing, Both leaf and bloffomthick, Thyrfis offered for a kiffie Of his lambs a pair or more— Paufed and glanced the artf ul miffie, Laughed aaa |lilted as befo re, So lala! lay ralla Cometh the mocking breeze, Toffeth with wantontrick. Singeth a {wan i’ the mere And rowethto andfro, With fong that dies on the ear Then a fecond ribbons offered, And athird his heart would Sinketh the flood below. tender : Heart or ribbons, all they prof fered, Shedid ftill one anfwer rend er, — °"Twas—/a Ig! lay ralla, All is fo ftill and dark, Both leaf and bloom are flown, Died out the fmouldering {park, The fwan hath ended her moan. carn ge, —w Es Faellt Ein Stern Herunter * ABLE OF CONTENTS aa SS 2 “ ; Se aes Ce 7 ee . ee a a &? ex e A OTeera,ae Aafia RR= SO aoa Table of Contents Lord in this land, and lord in many lands Laft left of the mortal Immortals, art thou too taken at las Green cloister of our tranquil Academe Morn of the year, of day and May the prime ! Richard of Chichefter, fo ran the Style Time was I yearned for happinefs "Twas that fweet moment of the year Miftre/s Rachel, Mistrefs Ruth Dear friends, who from your aery home To the bride Dear lady, take this little fong Whilome I wrote a little fong Dawe to darke Works of earth and words of air I wandered by the Jhining river fide or epreeennnapeatin NeStor of Poefy, whofe utterance fage E The rolling moorland ruffet-dun - mgrN Profe Poet of the fabled Weft Ean lesace ae mere (Sekaes Table of Contents Take, friend of all that’s good and fair Dear the gray walls hid in the greenwoodfide You asked me, friend, to fend a Sonnet Daniel, well-lettered fon of Somerfet Dear fecond home beyond the mistyfea Dark againft the sky Thou who ha# feen for once and all the vifion Ay me! ay me! how fweet I am a modeft Violet The fwallow is here, is here Renowned their lot and fair their fame Beloved fhe moved among us That craft, my friends, you there behold Tully, of all Rome’s progeny Dear Martial, if with you I could Beneath this rifing mound entombedis laid Who never ate with tears his bread "Twas a cloudle/s April morrow Falleth a shooting fear ee TA SE EITI a ee