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Have seen too late for heeding；
Our hopes go out in tears；
Lost in the dim receding；
Irrevocable years。
Yet； though with busy fingers
No more we wreathe the flowers；
An airy perfume lingers；
A brightness still is ours。
And though no rose our cheeks have；
The sky still shines as blue；
And still the distant peaks have
The glow of twenty…two。
Rudolph Chambers Lehmann ＇1856…1929＇
TO CRITICS
When I was seventeen I heard
From each censorious tongue；
〃I'd not do that if I were you；
You see you're rather young。〃
Now that I number forty years；
I'm quite as often told
Of this or that I shouldn't do
Because I'm quite too old。
O carping world！ If there's an age
Where youth and manhood keep
An equal poise； alas！ I must
Have passed it in my sleep。
Walter Learned ＇1847…1915＇
THE RAINBOW
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky：
So was it when my life began；
So is it now I am a man；
So be it when I shall grow old；
Or let me die！
The Child is father of the Man；
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety。
William Wordsworth ＇1770…1850＇
LEAVETAKING
Pass； thou wild light；
Wild light on peaks that so
Grieve to let go
The day。
Lovely thy tarrying； lovely too is night：
Pass thou away。
Pass； thou wild heart；
Wild heart of youth that still
Hast half a will
To stay。
I grow too old a comrade； let us part：
Pass thou away。
William Watson ＇1858…1935＇
EQUINOCTIAL
The sun of life has crossed the line；
The summer…shine of lengthened light
Faded and failed； till； where I stand；
'Tis equal day and equal night。
One after one； as dwindling hours；
Youth's glowing hopes have dropped away；
And soon may barely leave the gleam
That coldly scores a winter's day。
I am not young； I am not old；
The flush of morn； the sunset calm；
Paling and deepening； each to each；
Meet midway with a solemn charm。
One side I see the summer fields；
Not yet disrobed of all their green；
While westerly； along the hills；
Flame the first tints of frosty sheen。
Ah； middle…point； where cloud and storm
Make battle…ground of this my life！
Where； even…matched； the night and day
Wage round me their September strife！
I bow me to the threatening gale：
I know when that is overpast；
Among the peaceful harvest days；
An Indian Summer comes at last！
Adeline D。 T。 Whitney ＇1824…1906＇
〃BEFORE THE BEGINNING OF YEARS〃
From 〃Atalanta in Calydon〃
Before the beginning of years；
There came to the making of man
Time； with a gift of tears；
Grief； with a glass that ran；
Pleasure； with pain for leaven；
Summer； with flowers that fell；
Remembrance； fallen from heaven；
And madness； risen from hell；
Strength； without hands to smite；
Love； that endures for a breath；
Night； the shadow of light；
And life； the shadow of death。
And the high gods took in hand
Fire； and the falling of tears；
And a measure of sliding sand
From under the feet of the years；
And froth and drift of the sea；
And dust of the laboring earth；
And bodies of things to be
In the houses of death and of birth；
And wrought with weeping and laughter；
And fashioned with loathing and love；
With life before and after；
And death beneath and above；
For a day and a night and a morrow；
That his strength might endure for a span；
With travail and heavy sorrow；
The holy Spirit of man。
From the winds of the north and the south
They gathered as unto strife；
They breathed upon his mouth；
They filled his body with life；
Eyesight and speech they wrought
For the veils of the soul therein；
A time for labor and thought；
A time to serve and to sin；
They gave him light in his ways；
And love； and a space for delight；
And beauty and length of days；
And night； and sleep in the night。
His speech is a burning fire；
With his lips he travaileth；
In his heart is a blind desire；
In his eyes foreknowledge of death；
He weaves； and is clothed with derision
Sows； and he shall not reap；
His life is a watch or a vision
Between a sleep and a sleep。
Algernon Charles Swinburne ＇1837…1909＇
MAN
Weighing the steadfastness and state
Of some mean things which here below reside；
Where birds； like watchful clocks； the noiseless date
And intercourse of times divide。
Where bees at night get home and hive； and flowers；
Early as well as late；
Rise with the sun； and set in the same bowers；
I would； said I； my God would give
The staidness of these things to man！ for these
To His divine appointments ever cleave；
And no new business breaks their peace；
The birds nor sow nor reap； yet sup and dine；
The flowers without clothes live；
Yet Solomon was never dressed so fine。
Man hath still either toys； or care；
He hath no root； nor to one place is tied；
But ever restless and irregular
About this earth doth run and ride；
He knows he hath a home； but scarce knows where；
He says it is so far；
That he hath quite forgot how to go there。
He knocks at all doors； strays and roams；
Nay； hath not so much wit as some stones have；
Which in the darkest nights point to their homes
By some hid sense their Maker gave；
Man is the shuttle； to whose winding quest
And passage through these looms
God ordered motion； but ordained no rest。
Henry Vaughan ＇1622…1695＇
THE PULLEY
When God at first made Man；
Having a glass of blessings standing by …
Let us （said He） pour on him all we can；
Let the world's riches； which dispersed lie；
Contract into a span。
So strength first made a way；
Then beauty flowed； then wisdom； honor； pleasure：
When almost all was out； God made a stay；
Perceiving that； alone of all His treasure；
Rest in the bottom lay。
For if I should （said He）
Bestow this jewel also on My creature；
He would adore My gifts instead of Me；
And rest in Nature； not the God of Nature：
So both should losers be。
Yet let him keep the rest；
But keep them with repining restlessness；
Let him be rich and weary； that at least；
If goodness lead him not； yet weariness
May toss him to My breast。
George Herbert ＇1593…1633＇
ODE ON THE INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY
FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD
I
There was a time when meadow； grove； and stream；
The earth； and every common sight；
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light；
The glory and the freshness of a dream。
It is not now as it hath been of yore； …
Turn wheresoe'er I may；
By night or day；
The things which I have seen I now can see no more。
II
The Rainbow comes and goes；
And lovely is the Rose；
The Moon doth with delight
Look round her when the heavens are bare；
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair；
The sunshine is a glorious birth；
But yet I know； where'er I go；
That there hath passed away a glory from the earth。
III
Now； while the Birds thus sing a joyous song；
And while the young Lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound；
To me alone there came a thought of grief：
A timely utterance gave that thought relief；
And I again am strong。
The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep：
No more shall grief of mine the season wrong；
I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng；
The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep；
And all the earth is gay；
Land and Sea
Give themselves up to jollity；
And with the heart of May
Doth every Beast keep holiday； …
Thou Child of Joy；
Shout round me； let me hear thy shouts； thou happy Shepherd…boy！
IV
Ye blessed Creatures； I have heard the call
Ye to each other make； I see
The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee；
My heart is at your festival；
My head hath its coronal；
The fulness of your bliss； I feel … I feel it all。
O evil day！ if I were sullen
While Earth herself is adorning
This sweet May morning；
And the Children are culling
On every side；
In a thousand valleys far and wide；
Fresh flowers； while the sun shines warm；
And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm： …
I hear； I hear； with joy I hear！
… But there's a Tree； of many； one；
A single Field which I have looked upon；
Both of them speak of something that is gone：
The Pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat：
Whither is fled the visionary gleam？
Where is it now； the glory and the dream？
V
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting：
The Soul that rises with us； our life's Star；
Hath had elsewhere its setting；
And cometh from afar：
Not in entire forgetfulness；
And not in utter nakedness；
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God； who is our home：
Heaven lies about us in our infancy！
Shades of the prison…house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy；
But he beholds the light； and whence it flows；
He sees it in his joy；
The Youth； who daily farther from the East
Must travel； still is Nature's Priest；
And by the vision spendid
Is on his way attended；
At length the Man perceives it die away；
And fade into the light of common day。
VI
Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own；
Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind；
And even with something of a Mother's mind；
And no unworthy aim；
The homely Nurse doth all she can；
To make her Foster…child； her Inmate Man；
Forget the glories he hath known；
And that imperial palace whence he came。
VII
Behold the Child among his new…born blisses；
A six years' darling of a pigmy size！
See； where 'mid work of his own hand he lies；
Fretted by sallies of his Mother's kisses；
With light upon him from his Father's eyes！
See； at his feet； some little plan or chart；
Some fragment from his dream of human life；
Shaped by himself with newly…learned art；
A wedding or a festival；
A mourning or a funeral；
And this hath now his heart；
And unto this he frames his song：
Then will he fit his tongue
To dialogues of business； love； or strife：
But it will not be long
Ere this be thrown aside；
And with new joy and pride
The little Actor cons another part；
Filling from time to time his 〃humorous stage〃
With all the Persons； down to palsied Age；
That Life brings with her in her equipage；
As if his whole vocation
Were endless imitation。
VIII
Thou； whose exterior semblance doth belie
Thy Soul's immensity；
Thou best Philosopher； who yet dost keep
Thy heritage； thou Eye among the blind；
That； deaf and silent； read'st the eternal deep；
Haunted for ever by the eternal mind； …
Mighty Prophet！ Seer blest！
On whom those truths do rest；
Which we are toiling all our lives to find；
In darkness lost； the darkness of the grave：
Thou； over whom thy Immortality
Broods like the Day； a master o'er a Slave；
A Presence which is not to be put by；
Thou little Chil
