HEROISM. UBY wine is drunk by knaves, RUBY Sugar spends to fatten slaves, Rose and vine-leaf deck buffoons; Thunder-clouds are Jove's festoons, Drooping oft in wreaths of dread, Lightning-knotted round his head; The hero is not fed on sweets, Daily his own heart he eats; Chambers of the great are jails, And head-winds right for royal sails. CHARACTER. HE sun set, but set not his hope: THE Stars rose; his faith was earlier up: Fixed on the enormous galaxy, Deeper and older seemed his eye; And matched his sufferance sublime The taciturnity of time. He spoke, and words more soft than rain Brought the Age of Gold again : His action won such reverence sweet As hid all measure of the feat. CULTURE. AN rules or tutors educate CAN The semigod whom we await ? He must be musical, Tremulous, impressional, Alive to gentle influence Of landscape and of sky, Of man's or maiden's eye: But, to his native centre fast, Shall into Future fuse the Past, And the world's flowing fates in his own mould recast. FRIENDSHIP. ARUDDY drop of manly blood The surging sea outweighs, The world uncertain comes and goes, And, after many a year, Glowed unexhausted kindliness, Like daily sunrise there. My careful heart was free again, O friend, my bosom said, Through thee alone the sky is arched, Through thee the rose is red; All things through thee take nobler form, And look beyond the earth, |