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And it was but a dream, yet it yielded a dear delight
To have look'd, tho' but in a dream, upon eyes so fair,
That had been in a weary world my one thing bright;
And it was but a dream, yet it lighten'd my despair When I thought that a war would arise in defence of the right,
That an iron tyranny now should bend or cease,
And as months ran on and rumor of battle grew, "It is time, it is time, O passionate heart," said I (For I cleaved to a cause that I felt to be pure and
"It is time, O passionate heart and morbid eye,
Let it go or stay, so I wake to the higher aims
Horrible, hateful, monstrous, not to be told;
And hail once more to the banner of battle unroll'd!
Tho' many a light shall darken, and many shall weep
For those that are crush'd in the clash of jarring claims,
Yet God's just wrath shall be wreak'd on a giant liar;
And many a darkness into the light shall leap,
And now by the side of the Black and the Baltic deep,
And deathful-grinning mouths of the fortress,
The blood-red blossom of war with a heart of fire.
Let it flame or fade, and the war roll down like a wind,
We have proved we have hearts in a cause, we are noble still,
And myself have awaked, as it seems, to the better mind;
It is better to fight for the good, than to rail at the ill;
I have felt with my native land, I am one with my kind,
I embrace the purpose of God, and the doom assign'd.
“HERE, by this brook, we parted; I to the East And he for Italy-too late-too late : One whom the strong sons of the world despise; For lucky rhymes to him were scrip and share, And mellow metres more than cent for cent; Nor could he understand how money breeds, Thought it a dead thing; yet himself could make The thing that is not as the thing that is. O had he lived! In our school-books we say, Of those that held their heads above the crowd, They flourish'd then or then; but life in him Could scarce be said to flourish, only touch'd On such a time as goes before the leaf, When all the wood stands in a mist of green, And nothing perfect: yet the brook he loved, For which, in branding summers of Bengal, Or ev❜n the sweet half-English Neilgherry air, I panted, seems, as I re-listen to it, Prattling the primrose fancies of the boy, To me that loved him; for ' O brook,' he says, 'O babbling brook,' says Edmund in his rhyme, Whence come you?' and the brook, why not? replies.
I come from haunts of coot and herr,
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
"Poor lad, he died at Florence, quite worn out, Travelling to Naples. There is Darnley bridge, It has more ivy; there the river; and there Stands Philip's farm where brook and river meet.
I chatter over stony ways,
I babble on the pebbles.
With many a curve my banks I fret
With willow-weed and mallow.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
"But Philip chatter'd more than brook or bird; Old Philip; all about the fields you caught His weary daylong chirping, like the dry High-elbow'd grigs that leap in summer grass.
I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a foamy flake
And draw them all along, and flow
"O darling Katie Willows, his one child!
"Sweet Katie, once I did her a good turn, Her and her far-off cousin and betrothed, James Willows, of one name and heart with her. For here I came, twenty years back-the week Before I parted with poor Edmund; crost By that old bridge which, half in ruins then, Still makes a hoary eyebrow for the gleam Beyond it, where the waters marry-crost, Whistling a random bar of Bonny Doon, And push'd at Philip's garden-gate. The gate, Half-parted from a weak and scolding hinge, Stuck; and he clamor'd from a casement, ' run,' To Katie somewhere in the walks below, 'Run, Katie!' Katie never ran: she moved To meet me, winding under woodbine bowers, A little flutter'd, with her eyelids down, Fresh apple-blossom, blushing for a boon.
"What was it? less of sentiment than sense
"She told me. She and James had quarrell'd. Why?
What cause of quarrel? None, she said, no cause ;