The thousand painful steps at last are trod,
At last the temple’s difficult door
we win;
But perfect on his pedestal, the god
Freezes us hopeless when we enter in.
* * * * *
KEATS
He dwelt with the bright gods of elder time,
On earth and in their cloudy haunts above.
He loved them: and in recompense sublime,
The gods, alas! gave him their fatal love.
* * * * *
AFTER READING “TAMBURLAINE THE GREAT”
Your Marlowe’s page I close, my Shakspere’s
ope.
How welcome—after gong and
cymbal’s din—
The continuity, the long slow slope
And vast curves of the gradual violin!
* * * * *
SHELLEY AND HARRIET WESTBROOK
A star look’d down from heaven and loved a flower Grown in earth’s garden—loved it for an hour:
Let eyes that trace his orbit in the spheres Refuse not, to a ruin’d rosebud, tears.
* * * * *
THE PLAY OF “KING LEAR”
Here Love the slain with Love the slayer lies;
Deep drown’d are both in the same
sunless pool.
Up from its depths that mirror thundering skies
Bubbles the wan mirth of the mirthless
Fool.
* * * *
TO A POET
Time, the extortioner, from richest beauty Takes heavy toll and wrings rapacious duty. Austere of feature if thou carve thy rhyme, Perchance ’twill pay the lesser tax to Time.
* * * * *
THE YEAR’S MINSTRELSY
Spring, the low prelude of a lordlier song:
Summer, a music without hint of death:
Autumn, a cadence lingeringly long:
Winter, a pause;—the Minstrel-Year
takes breath.
* * * * *
THE RUINED ABBEY
Flower fondled, clasp’d in ivy’s close
caress,
It seems allied with Nature, yet apart:—
Of wood’s and wave’s insensate loveliness
The glad, sad, tranquil, passionate, human
heart.
* * * * *
MICHELANGELO’S “MOSES”
The captain’s might, and mystery of the seer—
Remoteness of Jehovah’s colloquist,
Nearness of man’s heaven-advocate—are
here:
Alone Mount Nebo’s harsh foreshadow
is miss’d.
* * * * *
THE ALPS
Adieu, white brows of Europe! sovereign brows,
That wear the sunset for a golden tiar.
With me in memory shall your phantoms house
For ever, whiter than yourselves, and
higher.