The breath of the moist earth is light, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, I see the deep's untrampled floor Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown: The lightning of the noon-tide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion. Alas! I have nor hope nor health, The sage in meditation found, And walked with inward glory crowned- Smiling they live and call life pleasure ;To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Some might lament that I were cold, They might lament-for I am one Whom men love not--and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. CLXXII. M SONG. TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND. EN of England, wherefore plough Wherefore feed, and clothe, and save, Those ungrateful drones who would Wherefore, bees of England, forge Have ye leisure, comfort, calm, The seed ye sow, another reaps; Sow seed, but let no tyrant reap; Shrink to your cellars, holes, and cells; In halls ye deck another dwells. Why shake the chains ye wrought? Ye see The steel ye tempered glance on ye. With plough and spade, and hoe and loom, Trace your grave, and build your tomb, And weave your winding-sheet, till fair England be your sepulchre. CLXXIII. ΤΟ NE word is too often profaned ONE For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it. One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, I can give not what men call love, And the heavens reject not; The desire of the moth for the star, From the sphere of our sorrow? CLXXIV. W LINES. HEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, As music and splendour No song when the spirit is mute :- Like the wind through a ruined cell, That ring the dead seaman's knell. |