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Here's the top-peak; the multitude below
Live, for they can, there :
Bury this man there ?
Lightnings are loosened,
Peace let the dew send !
PORPHYRIA'S LOVER The rain set early in to-night,
'he sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake :
I listened with heart fit to break, When glided in Porphyria ; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm, And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm ;
Which done, she rose, and from her form Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soiled gloves by, untied Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And called me. When no voice replied, She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare, And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread o'er all her yellow hair, Murmuring how she loved me—she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me for ever. But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could to-night's gay feast restrain A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain :
So, she was come through wind and rain. Be sure I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud ; at last I knew Porphyria worshipped me; surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
Perfectly pure and good : I found
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around, And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain. As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids : again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain. And I untightened next the tress
About her neck ; her cheek once more Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss :
I propped her head up as before,
Only, this time my shoulder bore Her head, which droops upon it still :
The smiling rosy little head, So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorned at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gained instead ! Porphyria's love : she
guessed not how Her darling one wish would be heard. And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirred,
RABBI BEN EZRA
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
Our times are in His hand
Who saith' A whole I planned, Youth shows but half ; trust God: see all, nor be afraid ! '
Youth sighed · Which rose make ours,
Not that, admiring stars,
It yearned 'Nor Jove, nor Mars ; Mine be some figured flame which blends, tran
scends them all!'
Not for such hopes and fears
Annulling youth's brief years,
Rather I prize the doubt
Low kinds exist without, Finished and finite clods, untroubled by a spark.
Poor vaunt of life indeed,
20 On joy, to solely seek and find and feast :
Such feasting ended, then
As sure an end to men ; Irks care the crop-full bird ? Frets doubt the
maw-crammed beast ?
To That which doth provide
A spark disturbs our clod;
Nearer we hold of God Who gives, than of His tribes that take, I must believe.
That turns earth's smoothness rough,
Be our joys three-parts pain !
35 Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe !
Which comforts while it mocks,
40 And was not, comforts me : A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale.
8 What is he but a brute
Whose flesh hath soul to suit, Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play ? To man, propose this test
46 Thy body at its best, How far can that project thy soul on its lone ?
Yet gifts should prove their use :
I own the Past profuse
Eyes, ears took in their dole,
Brain treasured up the whole Should not the heart beat once ' How good to live
and learn ' ?
I see the whole design,
Perfect I call Thy plan :
Thanks that I was a man ! Maker, remake, complete,-I trust what Thou shalt do ! ?
Our soul in its rose-mesh
Would we some prize might hold
65 Possessions of the brute,-gain most, as we did best!
12 Let us not always say
Spite of this flesh to-day
70 Let us cry “ All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul !
To grant youth's heritage,
Thence shall I pass, approved
A man, for ay removed From the developed brute; a God though in the germ.
14 And I shall thereupon Take rest, ere I be gone
more on my adventure brave and new :
When I wage battle next,