15 Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, IN MEMORIAM (From In Memoriam, 1850) Strong Son of God, immortal Love, 5 Thine are these orbs of light and shade; 10 15 Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou: Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be: They are but broken lights of thee, 20 And thou, O Lord, art more than they. We have but faith: we cannot know; 25 Let knowledge grow from more to more, 30 35 But vaster. We are fools and slight; Forgive what seem'd my sin in me; Forgive my grief for one removed, Forgive these wild and wandering cries, Forgive them where they fail in truth, MAUD (From Maud, 1855) XVIII. I. I have led her home, my love, my only friend. And never yet so warmly ran my blood 5 Calming itself to the long-wish'd-for end, Full to the banks, close on the promised good. II. None like her, none. Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk Seem'd her light foot along the garden walk, 10 And shook my heart to think she comes once more; But even then I heard her close the door, The gates of Heaven are closed, and she is gone. III. There is none like her, none. Nor will be when our summers have deceased. 15 O, art thou sighing for Lebanon In the long breeze that streams to thy delicious Sighing for Lebanon, Dark cedar, tho' thy limbs have here increased, 20 And looking to the South, and fed With honey'd rain and delicate air, Of her whose gentle will has changed my fate, came. IV. Here will I lie, while these long branches sway, 30 And yon fair stars that crown a happy day Go in and out as if at merry play, Who am no more so all forlorn, As when it seem'd far better to be born To labour and the mattock-harden'd hand, 35 Than nursed at ease and brought to understand A sad astrology, the boundless plan That makes you tyrants in your iron skies, Cold fires, yet with power to burn and brand 40 His nothingness into man. V. But now shine on, and what care I, Who in this stormy gulf have found a pearl The countercharm of space and hollow sky, And do accept my madness, and would die 45 To save from some slight shame one simple girl. VI. Would die; for sullen-seeming Death may give In our low world, where yet 'tis sweet to live. VII. Not die; but live a life of truest breath, And teach true life to fight with mortal wrongs. 55 O why should Love, like men in drinking-songs, Spice his fair banquet with the dust of death? Make answer, Maud my bliss, Maud made my Maud by that long loving kiss, 60 The dusky strand of Death inwoven here With dear Love's tie, makes Love himself more dear.' VIII. Is that enchanted moan only the swell May nothing there her maiden grace affright! My own heart's heart, my ownest own, farewell; 75 It is but for a little space I go: And ye meanwhile far over moor and fell Beat to the noiseless music of the night! Has our whole earth gone nearer to the glow Of your soft splendours that you look so bright? 80 I have climbed nearer out of lonely Hell. Beat, happy stars, timing with things below, Beat with my heart more blest than heart can tell, Blest, but for some dark undercurrent woe That seems to draw-but it shall not be so: 85 Let all be well, be well. CROSSING THE BAR (1889) Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, |