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Broods like the Day； a master o'er a Slave；
A Presence which is not to be put by；
Thou little Child； yet glorious in the might
Of heaven…born freedom on thy being's height；
Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke
The years to bring the inevitable yoke；
Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife？
Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight；
And Custom lie upon thee with a weight
Heavy as frost； and deep almost as life！
IX
O joy！ that in our embers
Is something that doth live；
That nature yet remembers
What was so fugitive！
The thought of our past years in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction： not indeed
For that which is most worthy to be blest …
Delight and liberty； the simple creed
Of Childhood； whether busy or at rest；
With new…fledged hope still fluttering in his breast： …
Not for these I raise
The song of thanks and praise；
But for those obstinate questionings
Of sense and outward things；
Fallings from us； vanishings；
Blank misgivings of a Creature
Moving about in worlds not realized；
High instincts before which our mortal Nature
Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised：
But for those first affections；
Those shadowy recollections；
Which； be they what they may；
Are yet the fountain…light of all our day；
Are yet a master…light of all our seeing；
Uphold us； cherish； and have power to make
Our noisy years seem moments in the being
Of the eternal Silence： truths that wake；
To perish never；
Which neither listlessness； nor mad endeavor；
Nor Man nor Boy；
Nor all that is at enmity with joy；
Can utterly abolish or destroy！
Hence； in a season of calm weather；
Though inland far we be；
Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither；
Can in a moment travel thither
And see the children sport upon the shore；
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore。
X
Then sing； ye Birds； sing； sing a joyous song！
And let the young Lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound！
We in thought will join your throng；
Ye that pipe and ye that play；
Ye that through your hearts to…day
Feel the gladness of the May！
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever 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
Strength in what remains behind；
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be；
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering；
In the faith that looks through death；
In years that bring the philosophic mind。
XI
And O； ye Fountains； Meadows； Hills； and Groves；
Forebode not any severing of our loves！
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might；
I only have relinquished one delight
To live beneath your more habitual sway。
I love the Brooks； which down their channels fret；
Even more than when I tripped lightly as they：
The innocent brightness of a new…born Day
Is lovely yet；
The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober coloring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality；
Another race hath been； and other palms are won。
Thanks to the human heart by which we live；
Thanks to its tenderness； its joys； and fears；
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears。
William Wordsworth ＇1770…1850＇
THE WOMAN
WOMAN
Not she with traitorous kiss her Saviour stung；
Not she denied him with unholy tongue；
She； while apostles shrank； could dangers brave；
Last at the cross and earliest at the grave。
Eaton Stannard Barrett ＇1786…1820＇
WOMAN
There in the fane a beauteous creature stands；
The first best work of the Creator's hands；
Whose slender limbs inadequately bear
A full…orbed bosom and a weight of care；
Whose teeth like pearls； whose lips like cherries； show；
And fawn…like eyes still tremble as they glow。
From the Sanskrit of Calidasa
SIMPLEX MUNDITIIS
From 〃Epicoene〃
Still to be neat； still to be dressed
As you were going to a feast；
Still to be powdered； still perfumed：
Lady； it is to be presumed；
Though art's hid causes are not found；
All is not sweet； all is not sound。
Give me a look； give me a face；
That makes simplicity a grace；
Robes loosely flowing； hair as free：
Such sweet neglect more taketh me
Than all the adulteries of art；
They strike mine eyes； but not my heart。
Ben Jonson ＇1573？…1637＇
DELIGHT IN DISORDER
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness：
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction：
An erring lace； which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher：
A cuff neglectful； and thereby
Ribbons to flow confusedly：
A winning wave； deserving note；
In the tempestuous petticoat：
A careless shoe…string； in whose tie
I see a wild civility：
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part。
Robert Herrick ＇1591…1674＇
A PRAISE OF HIS LADY
Give place； you ladies； and begone！
Boast not yourselves at all！
For here at hand approacheth one
Whose face will stain you all。
The virtue of her lively looks
Excels the precious stone；
I wish to have none other books
To read or look upon。
In each of her two crystal eyes
Smileth a naked boy；
It would you all in heart suffice
To see that lamp of joy。
I think Nature hath lost the mould
Where she her shape did take；
Or else I doubt if Nature could
So fair a creature make。
She may be well compared
Unto the Phoenix kind；
Whose like was never seen nor heard；
That any man can find。
In life she is Diana chaste；
In truth Penelope；
In word and eke in deed steadfast。
What will you more we say？
If all the world were sought so far；
Who could find such a wight？
Her beauty twinkleth like a star
Within the frosty night。
Her roseal color comes and goes
With such a comely grace；
More ruddier； too； than doth the rose
Within her lively face。
At Bacchus' feast none shall her meet；
Nor at no wanton play；
Nor gazing in an open street；
Nor gadding as a stray。
The modest mirth that she doth use
Is mixed with shamefastness；
All vice she doth wholly refuse；
And hateth idleness。
O Lord！ it is a world to see
How virtue can repair；
And deck her in such honesty；
Whom Nature made so fair。
Truly she doth so far exceed
Our women nowadays；
As doth the gillyflower a weed；
And more a thousand ways。
How might I do to get a graff
Of this unspotted tree？
For all the rest are plain but chaff；
Which seem good corn to be。
This gift alone I shall her give：
When death doth what he can；
Her honest fame shall ever live
Within the mouth of man。
John Heywood ＇1497？…1580？＇
ON A CERTAIN LADY AT COURT
I know a thing that's most uncommon；
（Envy； be silent and attend！）
I know a reasonable woman；
Handsome and witty； yet a friend。
Not warped by passion； awed by rumor；
Not grave through pride； nor gay through folly；
An equal mixture of good…humor
And sensible soft melancholy。
〃Has she no faults then； （Envy says）； Sir？〃
Yes； she has one； I must aver：
When all the world conspires to praise her；
The woman's deaf； and does not hear。
Alexander Pope ＇1688…1744＇
PERFECT WOMAN
She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight；
A lovely apparition； sent
To be a moment's ornament；
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair；
Like twilight's； too； her dusky hair；
But all things else about her drawn
From May…time and the cheerful dawn；
A dancing shape； an image gay；
To haunt； to startle； and waylay。
I saw her upon nearer view；
A Spirit； yet a Woman too！
Her household motions light and free；
And steps of virgin liberty；
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records； promises as sweet；
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food；
For transient sorrows； simple wiles；
Praise； blame； love； kisses； tears； and smiles。
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine；
A being breathing thoughtful breath；
A traveller between life and death；
The reason firm； the temperate will；
Endurance； foresight； strength； and skill；
A perfect Woman； nobly planned；
To warn； to comfort； and command；
And yet a Spirit still； and bright
With something of angelic light。
William Wordsworth ＇1770…1850＇
THE SOLITARY…HEARTED
She was a queen of noble Nature's crowning；
A smile of hers was like an act of grace；
She had no winsome looks； no pretty frowning；
Like daily beauties of the vulgar race：
But if she smiled； a light was on her face；
A clear； cool kindliness； a lunar beam
Of peaceful radiance； silvering o'er the stream
Of human thought with unabiding glory；
Not quite a waking truth； not quite a dream；
A visitation； bright and transitory。
But she is changed； … hath felt the touch of sorrow；
No love hath she； no understanding friend；
O grief！ when Heaven is forced of earth to borrow
What the poor niggard earth has not to lend；
But when the stalk is snapped； the rose must bend。
The tallest flower that skyward rears its head
Grows from the common ground； and there must shed
Its delicate petals。 Cruel fate； too surely；
That they should find so base a bridal bed；
Who lived in virgin pride； so sweet and purely。
She had a brother； and a tender father；
And she was loved； but not as others are
From whom we ask return of love； … but rather
As one might love a dream； a phantom fair
Of something exquisitely strange and rare；
Which all were glad to look on； men and maids；
Yet no one claimed … as oft； in dewy glades；
The peering primrose； like a sudden gladness；
Gleams on the soul； yet unregarded fades； …
The joy is ours； but all its own the sadness。
'Tis vain to say … her worst of grief is only
The common lot； which all the world have known；
To her 'tis more； because her heart is lonely；
And yet she hath no strength to stand alone； …
Once she had playmates； fancies of her own；
And she did love them。 They are passed away
As Fairies vanish at the break of day；
And like a spectre of an age departed；
Or unsphered Angel wofully astray；
She glides along … the solitary…hearted。
Hartley Coleridge ＇1796…1849＇
OF THOSE WHO WALK ALONE
Women there are on earth； most sweet and high；
Who lose their own； and walk bereft and lonely；
Loving that one lost heart until they die；
Loving it only。
And so they never see beside them grow
Children； whose coming is like breath of flowers；
Consoled by subtler loves the angels know
Through childless hours。
Good deeds they do： they comfort and they bless
In duties others put off till the morro
