I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncle's ward. Or to burst all links of habit - there to wander far away, On from island unto island at the gateways of the day. Larger constellations burning, mellow moons and happy skies, Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster, knots of Paradise. 160 463 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 sun or clime? what to me were I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time -- I that rather held it better men should perish one by one, Than that earth should stand at gaze like Joshua's moon in Ajalon! 180 Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change. Thro' 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 lightnings, weigh the Sun. O, I see the crescent promise of my spirit hath not set. Ancient founts of inspiration well thro' all my fancy yet. Howsoever these things be, a long farewell to Locksley Hall! Now for me the woods may wither, now for me the roof-tree fall. 190 Comes a vapour from the margin, blackening over heath and holt, Cramming all the blast before it, in its breast a thunderbolt. Let it fall on Locksley Hall, with rain or hail, or fire or snow; For the mighty wind arises, roaring seaward, and I go. ST. AGNES' EVE Deep on the convent-roof the snows The shadows of the convent-towers In our low world, where yet 'tis sweet to live. It seems that I am happy, that to me 50 Not die; but live a life of truest breath, Maud made my Maud by that long loving kiss, Is that enchanted moan only the swell 60 Of twelve sweet hours that past in bridal white, To dreamful wastes where footless fancies dwell Among the fragments of the golden day. 70 May nothing there her maiden grace affright! And ye meanwhile far over moor and fell 80 |