XXII Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon; All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd I said to the lily, "There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay. I said to the rose, "The brief night goes FROM IN MEMORIAM PROEM Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made. Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: We have but faith: we cannot know; For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we trust it comes from thee, A beam in darkness: let it grow. Let knowledge grow from more to more, But vaster. We are fools and slight; IN MEMORIAM 24 28 32 36 Thy creature, whom I found so fair. I trust he lives in thee, and there I find him worthier to be loved. 40 I envy not the beast that takes Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate'er befall; XXXI 469 12 16 When Lazarus left his charnel-cave, And home to Mary's house return'd, Was this demanded if he yearn'd To hear her weeping by his grave? "Where wert thou, brother, those four days?" There lives no record of reply, Forgive these wild and wandering cries, I I held it truth, with him who sings But who shall so forecast the years Which telling what it is to die Her eyes are homes of silent prayer, Nor other thought her mind admits LIV Oh yet we trust that somehow good Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall - And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream; but what am I? LVII Peace; come away: the song of woe Come; let us go: your cheeks are pale; Yet in these ears, till hearing dies, You say, but with no touch of scorn, I know not: one indeed I knew Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds, At last he beat his music out. There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds. He fought his doubts and gather'd strength, To find a stronger faith his own; 12 16 16 CVI Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. 8 12 Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife; Ring out the want, the care, the sin, Ring out false pride in place and blood, Ring out old shapes of foul disease; The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, No longer half-akin to brute, |