Who throve and branch'd from clime to clime,

The herald of a higher race,

And of himself in higher place, If so he type this work of time

Within himself, from more to more;

Or, crown'd with attributes of woe

Like glories, move his course, and show That life is not as idle ore,

But iron dug from central gloom,

And heated hot with burning fears,

And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom

To shape and use. Arise and fly

The reeling Faun, the sensual feast;

Move upward, working out the beast,

And let the ape and tiger die.

CXIX.

OORS, where my heart was used to beat

So quickly, not as one that weeps

I come once more; the city sleeps;

I smell the meadow in the street;

I hear a chirp of birds; I see

Betwixt the black fronts long-withdrawn
A light-blue lane of early dawn,

And think of early days and thee,

And bless thee, for thy lips are bland

And bright the friendship of thine eye;
And in my thoughts with scarce a sigh

I take the pressure of thine hand.

CXX.

TRUST I have not wasted breath:

I think we are not wholly brain,

Magnetic mockeries; not in vain, Like Paul with beasts, I fought with Death;

Not only cunning casts in clay :

Let Science prove we are, and then
What matters Science unto men,
At least to me? I would not stay.

Let him, the wiser man who springs
Hereafter, up from childhood shape

His action like the greater ape,

But I was born to other things.

CXXI.

AD Hesper o'er the buried sun

And ready, thou, to die with him,

Thou watchest all things ever dim

And dimmer, and a glory done:

The team is loosen'd from the wain,

The boat is drawn upon the shore;

Thou listenest to the closing door,

And life is darken'd in the brain.

Bright Phosphor, fresher for the night,

By thee the world's great work is heard

Beginning, and the wakeful bird.

Behind thee comes the greater light:

The market boat is on the stream,

And voices hail it from the brink;

Thou hear'st the village hammer clink, And see'st the moving of the team.

Sweet Hesper-Phosphor, double name
For what is one, the first, the last,

Thou, like my present and my past,

Thy place is changed; thou art the same.