A six years' darling of a pigmy size! 85 Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, See, where 'mid work of his own hand he Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life! lies, Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Of harmony, with instinct more divine; 10 Strength in what remains behind; 180 Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; In the primal sympathy True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home! Which having been must ever be; 184 ON In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. SONNETS THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC Once did she hold the gorgeous east in fee; And was the safeguard of the west: the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Milton! thou should'st be living at this England hath need of thee: she is a fen Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Have forfeited their ancient English Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the dower 5 Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER Earth has not anything to show more Dull would he be of soul who could pass by This city now doth, like a garment, wear year; And worship'st at the temple's inner shrine, God being with thee when we know it not. THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH The world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.-Great God! I'd rather be Open unto the fields, and to the sky; A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; ΙΟ |