Fearless for him, and calm through perfect joy, Of highest song, by me discerned from far, Now suddenly attained in confident And errorless ascension. Did I ask The lesser joy, lips' touch and clasping arms, 'Now thou hast told their secrets to the trees Of which they muse through lullèd summer nights; Thou hast gazed downwards in the formless gulf Of the brute-mind, and canst control the will Of snake, and brooding panther fiery-eyed, And lark in middle heaven: leave these behind! And let some careless singer of the fields Set to the shallow sound of cymbal-stroke The Faun a-dance; some less true-tempered soul, The splendour and the tumult of the world, The Monad's breast; yea, and the hearts of men, Smoke of whose fire upcurls from little roofs I shall not fade beneath this sunless sky, For these have known no moment when the soul Stood vindicated, laying sudden hands On immortality of joy, and love Which sought not, saw not, knew not, could not know The instruments of sense; I shall not fade. Yea, and thy face detains me evermore Within the realm of light. Love, wherefore blame Importunate and pure, still lit with song, Turning from song to comfort of my love,. Yield up thy glory on Thessalian ground, The lyre methinks outdoes the club and fist, Nor canst thou wholly lose me from thy life; As vigour; now am gleaming through the world I stand unknown and muffled by the boat Leaning an eager ear to catch some speech How Orpheus who had loved Eurydice But while she spoke, upon a chestnut trunk Sat Orpheus, for he deemed himself alone, And sang. But bands of wild-eyed women roamed He ceased from song and looked for the event. BY THE SEA. I. THE ASSUMPTION. Why would the puissant sky not be denied Possession of me, when I sat to-day Rock-couched, and round my feet the soft slave lay, My singing Sea, dark-bosom'd, dusky-eyed? Why could she not detain me? Why must I Beating on indefatigable wings? |