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There methinks would be enjoyment more than in
this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts
that shake mankind.
There the passions, cramped no longer, shall have
scope and breathing-space; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my
Iron-jointed, supple-sinewed, they shall dive, and
they shall run, Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their
lances in the sun;
Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap the rain
bows of the brooks, Not with blinded eyesight poring over miserable
Fool, again the dream, the fancy! but I know my
words are wild, But I count the gray barbarian lower than the
I, to herd with narrow foreheads, vacant of our
glorious gains, Like a beast with lower pleasures, like a beast with
lower pains !
Mated with a squalid savage--what to me were sun
or clime? I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of
I that rather held it better men should perish one
Than that earth should stand at gaze like Joshua's
moon in Ajalon!
Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, for
ward let us range. Let the great world spin forever down the ringing
grooves of change.
Through the shadow of the globe we sweep into the
younger day : Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
Mother-age, (for mine I knew not,) help me as
when life begun : Rift the hills, and roll the waters, flash' the light
nings, weigh the Sun-
O, I see the crescent promise of my spirit hath not
set. Ancient founts of inspiration well through all my
Howsoever these things be, a long farewell to Locks
ley Hall ! Now for me the woods may wither, now for me the
Comes a vapor froin the margin, blackening over
heath and holt, Cramming all the blast before it, in its breast a
Let it fall on Locksley Hall, with rain or hail, or
fire or snow; For the mighty wind arises, roaring seaward, and I
I waited for the train at Coventry;
To watch the three tall spires ; and there I shaped The city's ancient legend into this :
Not only we, the latest seed of Time,
So left alone, the passions of her mind,
She sent a herald forth,
Then fled she to her inmost bower, and there
Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity :
Then she rode back, clothed on with chastity. And one low churl, compact of thankless earth, The fatal byword of all years to come, Boring a little auger-hole in fear, Peeped—but his eyes, before they had their will, Were shrivelled into darkness in his head, And dropt before him. So the Powers, who wait On noble deeds, cancelled a sense misused; And she, that knew not, passed: and all at once, With twelve great shocks of sound, the shameless
Was clashed and hammered from a hundred towers,
THE TWO VOICES.
A STILL small voice spake unto me,
Then to the still small voice I said : 6 Let me not cast in endless shade What is so wonderfully made.”
To which the voice did urge reply:
“ An inner impulse rent the veil Of his old husk : from head to tail Came out clear plates of sapphire mail. “ He dried his wings: like gauze they grew : Through crofts and pastures wet with dew A living flash of light he flew.”
I said, “ When first the world began,
“She gave him mind, the lordliest Proportion, and, above the rest, Dominion in the head and breast."
Thereto the silent voice replied: “ Self-blinded are you by your pride: Look up through night: the world is wide.
6. This truth within thy mind rehearse,