Oh, if we draw a circle premature, Heedless of far gain, Greedy for quick returns of profit, sure, Bad is our bargain! Was it not great? did not he throw on God, (He loves the burthen)— 100 God's task to make the heavenly period Perfect the earthen? Did not he magnify the mind, show clear 105 Just what it all meant? He would not discount life, as fools do here, Paid by instalment. Found, or earth's failure: He ventured neck or nothing-heaven's success 110 'Wilt thou trust death or not?' He answered 'Yes! Hence with life's pale lure!' That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it : This high man, with a great thing to pursue, 115 Dies ere he knows it. That low man goes on adding one to one, His hundred 's soon hit: This high man, aiming at a million, Misses an unit. 120 That, has the world here-should he need the next This, throws himself on God, and unperplexed So, with the throttling hands of death at strife, Ground he at grammar; Still, thro' the rattle, parts of speech were rife: He settled Hoti's business-let it be !- Gave us the doctrine of the enclitic De, Dead from the waist down. 126 130 Well, here's the platform, here's the proper place: Hail to your purlieus, All ye highfliers of the feathered race, Swallows and curlews! 135 Here's the top-peak; the multitude below This man decided not to Live but Know- 140 Here-here's his place, where meteors shoot, clouds form, Lightnings are loosened, Stars come and go! Let joy break with the storm, Lofty designs must close in like effects : Leave him still loftier than the world suspects, Living and dying. 145 R. BROWNING. 347 PORPHYRIA'S LOVER The rain set early in to-night, And did its worst to vex the lake: She shut the cold out and the storm, Her hat and let the damp hair fall, And made her smooth white shoulder bare, She put my arm about her waist, 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, 5 11 15 20 To set its struggling passion free 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 Made my heart swell, and still it grew In one long yellow string I wound I warily oped her lids : again 25 31 35 40 Laughed the blue eyes without a stain. 45 And I untightened next the tress About her neck; her cheek once more So glad it has its utmost will, That all it scorned at once is fled, And all night long we have not stirred, 50 60 348 RABBI BEN EZRA 1 Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made : Our times are in His hand Who saith 'A whole I planned, 5 Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!' 2 Not that, amassing flowers, Youth sighed Which rose make ours, Which lily leave and then as best recall? Not that, admiring stars, It yearned 'Nor Jove, nor Mars ; 10 Mine be some figured flame which blends, transcends them all!' 3 Not for such hopes and fears Do I remonstrate: folly wide the mark! Rather I prize the doubt Low kinds exist without, 15 Finished and finite clods, untroubled by a spark. 4 Poor vaunt of life indeed, Were man but formed to feed 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? maw-crammed beast? 20 Frets doubt the 5 Rejoice we are allied To That which doth provide And not partake, effect and not receive! A spark disturbs our clod; Nearer we hold of God 25 Who gives, than of His tribes that take, I must believe. 6 Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go ! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; 30 35 Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe! For thence,-a paradox Which comforts while it mocks, Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail : What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me : 40 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 Thy body at its best, 46 How far can that project thy soul on its lone way? 9 Yet gifts should prove their use : I own the Past profuse Of power each side, perfection every turn: Eyes, ears took in their dole, Brain treasured up the whole; 50 Should not the heart beat once How good to live and learn'? |