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All our prayers and prying,— All our tears and sighing, Sorrow, change, and woe,— All our where-and-whying For friends that come and go. Life awakes and burns, Age and death defying, Till at last it learns All but Love is dying;— Love's the trade we're plying, God has willed it so; Shrouds are what we're buying For friends that come and go.

Man forever yearns For the thing that's flying: Everywhere he turns, Men to dust are drying— Dust that wanders, eyeing With eyes that hardly glow New faces, dimly spying For friends that come and go. And yet they say the place will don A phantom fury of the past, Since Persia fell at Marathon;. And as of old, when Helicon Trembled and swayed with rapture vast Long centuries have come and gone , This ancient plain, when night comes on, Shakes to a ghostly battle-blast, Since Persia fell at Marathon.

THOMAS HOOD The man who cloaked his bitterness within This winding-sheet of puns and pleasantries, God never gave to look with common eyes Upon a world of anguish and of sin:— His brother was the branded man of Lynn; And there are woven with his jollities The nameless and eternal tragedies That render hope and hopelessness akin. We laugh, and crown him; but anon we feel A still chord sorrow swept,—a weird unrest; And thin dim shadows home to midnight steal, As if the very ghost of mirth were dead— As if the joys of time to dreams had fled, Or sailed away with Ines to the West.

Quaint hordes of eyeless phantoms did appear, Twisting and turning in a bootless chase,— When, like an exile given by God's grace To feel once more a human atmosphere, I caught the world's first murmur, large and clear, Flung from a singing river's endless race.

Then, through a magic twilight from below, I heard its grand sad song as in a dream: Life's wild infinity of mirth and woe It sang me; and, with many a changing gleam, Across the music of its onward flow, I saw the cottage lights of Wessex beam. I walked among them and I knew them well: Men I had slandered on life's little star For churls and sluggards; and I knew the scar Upon their brows of woe ineffable.

But as I went majestic on my way, Into the dark they vanished, one by one, Till, with a shaft of God's eternal day, The dream of all my glory was undone,— And, with a fool's importunate dismay, I heard the dead men singing in the sun. As long as Fame's imperious music rings Will poets mock it with crowned words august; And haggard men will clamber to be kings As long as Glory weighs itself in dust.

Drink to the splendor of the unfulfilled, Nor shudder for the revels that are done:— The wines that flushed Lucullus are all spilled, The strings that Nero fingered are all gone. We cannot crown ourselves with everything, Nor can we coax the Fates for us to quarrel:— No matter what we are, or what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel.

Now get some paper and a pen, And sit right here, beside my bed. Write every word I say, and then— And then … well, what then? And you, Francisco, brother, say,— What is there for a man like me? I killed her! To die—of course; but after that, I wonder if I live again!

And if I live again, for what? Strange, that a little Northern girl Should love my brother Calderon, And set my brain so in a whirl That I was mad till she was gone! As long as I am here or there, She'll sing to me, a murderer! But yon, Francisco,—you are young;— So take my hand and hear me, now:— There are no lies upon your tongue, There is no guilt upon your brow. That strikes for honor or for shame? The truth, my brother, is just this:— Your title here is nothing more Or less than what your courage is: The man must put himself before The name, and once the master stay Forever—or forever fall.

The lips were still: the man was dead. But in his heart there was a grief Too strong for human tears to free,— And in his hand a written leaf For Calderon across the sea. Where are you going to-night, to-night,— Where are you going, John Evereldown? There's never the sign of a star in sight, Nor a lamp that's nearer than Tilbury Town.

Why do you stare as a dead man might? Where are you pointing away from the light? And where are you going to-night, to-night,— Where are you going, John Evereldown? Right through the forest, where none can see, There's where I'm going to Tilbury Town. The men are asleep—or awake, may be— But the women are calling John Evereldown. Ever and ever they call for me, And while they call can a man be free? But why are you going so late, so late,— Why are you going, John Evereldown?

Though the road be smooth and the path be straight, There are two long leagues to Tilbury Town. Come in by the fire, old man, and wait! Why do you chatter out there by the gate? And why are you going so late, so late,— Why are you going, John Evereldown? I follow the women wherever they call,— That's why I'm going to Tilbury Town. For some there is a music all day long Like flutes in paradise, they are so glad; And there is hell's eternal under-song Of curses and the cries of men gone mad.

Some say the Scheme with love stands luminous, Some say 't were better back to chaos hurled; And so 't is what we are that makes for us The measure and the meaning of the world. CREDO I cannot find my way: there is no star In all the shrouded heavens anywhere; And there is not a whisper in the air Of any living voice but one so far That I can hear it only as a bar Of lost, imperial music, played when fair And angel fingers wove, and unaware, Dead leaves to garlands where no roses are.

No, there is not a glimmer, nor a call, For one that welcomes, welcomes when he fears, The black and awful chaos of the night. But some are strong and some are weak,— And there's the story. House and home Are shut from countless hearts that seek World-refuge that will never come. And if there be no other life, And if there be no other chance To weigh their sorrow and their strife Than in the scales of circumstance— 'T were better, ere the sun go down Upon the first day we embark,.

In life's embittered sea to drown Than sail forever in the dark. But if there be a soul on earth So blinded with its own misuse Of man's revealed, incessant worth, Or worn with anguish that it views No light but for a mortal eye— No rest but of a mortal sleep— No God but in a prophet's lie— No faith for "honest doubt" to keep— If there be nothing, good or bad, But chaos for a soul to trust,— God counts it for a soul gone mad, And if God be God, He is just.

There is one creed, and only one, That glorifies God's excellence;— So cherish, that His will be done, The common creed of common sense. It is the crimson, not the gray, That charms the twilight of all time; It is the promise of the day That makes the starry sky sublime; It is the faith within the fear That holds us to the life we curse;— So let us in ourselves revere The Self which is the Universe!

Let us, the Children of the Night, Put off the cloak that hides the scar! Be sure, they met me with an ancient air,— And yes, there was a shop-worn brotherhood About them; but the men were just as good, And just as human as they ever were.

And you that ache so much to be sublime, And you that feed yourselves with your descent, What comes of all your visions and your fears? Then, with a melancholy glee To think where once my fancy strayed, I muse on what the years may be Whose coming tales are all unsaid, Till tongs and shovel, snugly laid Within their shadowed niches, grow By grim degrees to pick and spade, As one by one the phantoms go. But then, what though the mystic Three Around me ply their merry trade?

Life is the game that must be played: This truth at least, good friend, we know. The devil only knows what I have done, But here I am, and here are six or eight Good friends who most ingenuously prate About my songs to such and such a one. But everything is all askew to-night,— As if the time were come, or almost come, For their untenanted mirage of me To lose itself and crumble out of sight— Like a tall ship that floats above the foam A little while, and then breaks utterly.

To tell the story of the life he led. Let the man go: let the dead flesh be dead, And let the worms be its biographers. He led me to the plot where I had thrown The fennel of my days on wasted ground, And in that riot of sad weeds I found The fruitage of a life that was my own. My life! Ah yes, there was my life, indeed! And there were all the lives of humankind; And they were like a book that I could read, Whose every leaf, miraculously signed, Outrolled itself from Thought's eternal seed, Love-rooted in God's garden of the mind.

And so is God A name; and so is love, and life, and death, And everything. Last night it was the song that was the man, But now it is the man that is the song. We do not hear him very much to-day;— His piercing and eternal cadence rings Too pure for us—too powerfully pure,.

Too lovingly triumphant, and too large; But there are some that hear him, and they know That he shall sing to-morrow for all men, And that all time shall listen. The master-songs are ended? When we write Men's letters on proud marble or on sand, We write them there forever. KOSMOS Ah , shuddering men that falter and shrink so To look on death,—what were the days we live, Where life is half a struggle to forgive, But for the love that finds us when we go?

Is God a jester? Think of it, all ye millions that have planned, And only planned, the largess of hard youth! Think of it, all ye builders on the sand, Whose works are down! Be brave! To-morrow you will understand The doubt, the pain, the triumph, and the Truth!

I would have rid the earth of him Once, in my pride! I never knew the worth of him Until he died. Pale stars peering through the clouds' curled shallow Make a thin still flicker in a foul round sky; Black damp shadows through the hushed air fly; The lewd gloom wakens to a moon-sad sallow, Dun shades quiver down the lone long fallow.

And over it, somehow, there seems to be A downward flash of something new and fierce That ever strives to clear, but never clears The dimness of a charmed antiquity. I know my Boston is a counterfeit,— A frameless imitation, all bereft. Look in my face, first: search every line there; Mark every feature,—chin, lip, and forehead. Look in my eyes, and tell me the lesson Yon read there;—measure my nose, and tell me Where I am wanting.

A man's nose, Domine, Is often the cast of his inward spirit;— So mark mine well. But why do you smile so? And you smile for that? You re a good man, Domine! But I leave it To-morrow. With big strong steps, and. No more,—I thank you, But no. I am all right now! I am here to be hanged: to be hanged to-morrow— At six o'clock, when the sun is rising.

Not one of those little black lawyers were told it; The judge, with his big bald head, never knew it; And the jury God rest their poor souls! There'll be two to-morrow:— You, my friend, and. But there's the story. When I was a boy the world was heaven. I never knew then that the men and the women Who petted and called me a brave big fellow Were ever less happy than I; but wisdom— Which comes with the years, you know,—soon showed me The secret of all my glittering childhood— The broken key to the fairies' castle That held my life in the fresh glad season When I was the king of the earth.

And yet so swiftly! And thus was I taught my first hard lesson,— The lesson we suffer the most in learning: That a happy man is a man forgetful Of all the torturing ills around him. When or where I first met the woman I cherished and made my wife, no matter. Enough to say that I found her and kept her Here in my heart with as pure a devotion As ever Christ felt for his brothers.

I loved that woman! My pulses Leapt with an aching speed; and the measure Of this great world grew small and smaller, Till it seemed the sky and the land and the ocean Closed at last in a mist all golden Around us two. Like gods outflung from chaos, dreaming That we were the king and the queen of the fire That reddened the clouds of love that held us Blind to the new world soon to be ours— Ours to seize and sway. The passion Of that great love was a nameless passion— Bright as the blaze of the sun at noonday, Wild as the flames of hell; but, mark you, Never a whit less pure for its fervor.

The baseness in me for I was human Burned like a worm, and perished; and nothing Was left me then but a soul that mingled Itself with hers, and swayed and shuddered In fearful triumph. Sinners And saints—I say—are rocked in the cradle, But never are known till the will within them Speaks in its own good time,—So I foster Even to-night for the woman who wronged me Nothing of hate, nor of love, but a feeling Of still regret. There are moments In all men's lives when it stops, I fancy,—.

Or seems to stop,—till it comes to cheer them Again with a larger sound. The curtain Of life just then is lifted a little To give to their sight new joys—new sorrows— Or nothing at all, sometimes. The truth came over my life like a darkness Over a forest where one man wanders, Worse than alone.

For a time I staggered And stumbled on with a weak persistence After the phantom of hope that darted And dodged like a frightened thing before me, To quit me at last, and vanish. Nothing Was left me then but the curse of living And bearing through all my days the fever And thirst of a poisoned love. You listen, And frown, I suppose, that I never mention That beautiful word, forgive! What does it mean when the one forgiven Shivers and weeps and clings and kisses The credulous fool that holds her, and tells him A thousand things of a good man's mercy, And then slips off with a laugh and plunges Back to the sin she has quit for a season.

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