She might have hated, I who can tell? Where had I been now if the worst befell? And here we are riding, she and I. 5. Fail I alone, in words and deeds? We rode; it seemed my spirit flew, As the world rushed by on either side. This present of theirs with the hopeful past! 6. What hand and brain went ever paired? We ride and I see her bosom heave. They scratch his name on the Abbey-stones. 7. What does it all mean, poet? well, -you tell You hold things beautiful the best, And pace them in rhyme so, side by side. 'Tis something, nay 'tis much-but then, Have you yourself what's best for men? Are you poor, sick, old ere your time Nearer one whit your own sublime Than we who never have turned a rhyme? Sing, riding's a joy! For me, I ride. And 8. you, great sculptor - so you gave You acquiesce and shall I repine? "But in music we know how fashions end!" Who knows what's fit for us? Had fate Proposed bliss here should sublimate My being; had I signed the bond- Have a bliss to die with, dim-descried. This foot once planted on the goal, This glory-garland round my soul, Could I descry such? Try and test! I sink back shuddering from the questEarth being so good, would Heaven seem best? Now, Heaven and she are beyond this ride. 10. And yet she has not spoke so long! What if Heaven be, that, fair and strong Changed not in kind but in degree, And Heaven just prove that I and she THE PATRIOT. AN OLD STORY. 1. Ir was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad. The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway, The church-spires flamed, such flags they had, A year ago on this very day! 2. The air broke into a mist with bells, The old walls rocked with the crowds and cries. Had I said, "Good folks, mere noise repels But give me your sun from yonder skies!" They had answered, "And afterward, what else?" 3. Alack, it was I who leaped at the sun, To give it my loving friends to keep. Nought man could do, have I left undone, And you see my harvest, what I reap This very day, now a year is run. 4. There's nobody on the house-tops now 5. better yet, I go in the rain, and, more than needs, 6. Thus I entered Brescia, and thus I go! In such triumphs, people have dropped down dead. Me?" God might have questioned: but now instead 'Tis God shall requite! I am safer so. |