For surest of sure things is helpe in love. But now your eyes shall learne, and grieve not.-See XXXIX While thus he spoke, lo! Wisdom's stage became In which, as though she round her felt the same Loving now that, now bird, now bud, now brook, The more for what in the sweete page she red, As you might guesse by her referring look. "Tis Sidney's sister,' Wisdom softly sed : 'With brother's love begins the love that well shall spred. XL 'With brother's love, and love of parents good, And love of all that with celestiall aire Fills home, begins the love that is endued With gifts to make another's home as faire. There seeke your Sirens; finde your first loves there, And earne them soone, and love them first and last. There only, or with grief-taught sweetnesse rare, Shapes will ye finde, in whose one mould are cast Fair Seeming and True Being, bound in substance fast. XLI 'See, in her bower waiteth a spinning-wheele, And, 'tis a herbal nigheth the guitar. She studieth to clothe the poor, and heale, Shone on a worlde of peace without a jar; Hence flowereth she, pride of the flower of brothers, Hence will be pride and flower of dearest wives and mothers.' XLII Here the sweet ladie, turning as he spoke, Her gentle steps in walking to retrace, Oh! what a transport in the youthes awoke, They waited not to note the shape and grace; Nay, deemed its ribbon of celestiall race. Her coming had been all that was most faire; Her going beat all comings, angells' though they were. 356 seeke] seek ye 1860. 340 350 360 370 XLIII No shout ensued; no noise; nought save a murmur None needed more their faith in love made firmer; Here an earth-heaven, which if they might not reach Therefore, in thought, each with deare worship kissed her, XLIV Missed her; for now as suddenlie there rose The deepe church-organ's gently-gathering might, Rose then his schoole, and parted for the night 380 390 And as they went, the great heaven-opening sight Each to his thoughts, sweete as those notes, and strong; Of th' order-keeping stars, never yet wrong, Shewed to what great sweete ends all firme good thoughts belong. POLITICAL AND CRITICAL POEMS POLITICS AND POETICS OR, THE DESPERATE SITUATION OF A JOURNALIST UNHAPPILY SMITTEN WITH THE LOVE OF RHYME [First published in The Reflector, No. II, 1811; reprinted in the second edition of The Feast of the Poets, 1815, with the note: These lines were omitted in the first edition, on account of the general indifference of the versification; but, as they have been thought to resemble that mixture of fancy and familiarity, which the public have approved in the Feast of the Poets', and as they involve also the anticipation of an event in the writer's life, which afterwards took place, and which he can look back upon, thank Heaven, without blushing for the manner in which he anticipated it, they are here for the greater part reprinted.' Reprinted 1857, 1860. Text 1815.] AGAIN I stop-again the toil refuse! Is it for thee to mock the frowns of fate? Look round, look round, and mark my desperate state, That might have quelled the Lesbian bard of old, And made the blood of Dante's self run cold? Lo, first the table spread with fearful books, And, bloated and blood-red, the placeman's annual Bible." Scarce from the load, as from a heap of dead, Round these, in tall imaginary chairs, There Nightmare, horrid mass! unfeatured heap! And there, with hands that grasp one's very soul, Chief of this social game, behind me stands, Let me but name the court, they swear and curse No wonder poor Torquato went distracted, Last, but not least, (methinks I see him now!) Or freezing, thawing, drizzling, hailing, snowing, Is sure to come,-the Devil, who comes for copy,1 * But see! e'en now the Muse's charm prevails ; Off, cares, and wants, and threats, and all the race To-day is for the Muse, and dancing Pleasure. 1 For seventeen lines printed in Reflector between ll. 58 and 59 see notes. 59 But... the Muse's] Yet... thy wondrous 1860 (=1857 throughout). 62 by her] at thy 1860. 70 laurelled] graceful 1860. Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees, and sparkling with a brook, Where through the quivering boughs the sunbeams shoot While stealing airs come fuming o'er the stream, And lull the fancy to a waking dream! There shouldst thou come, O first of my desires, What time the noon had spent its fiercer fires, And all the bow'r, with chequered shadows strewn, Glowed with a mellow twilight of its own. There shouldst thou come, and there sometimes with thee Might deign repair the staid Philosophy, To taste thy fresh'ning brook, and trim thy groves, I see it now!-I pierce the fairy glade, Anon strange music breathes ;-the fairies show New harmonies unknown to mortal ear, Caught upon moonlight nights from some nigh-wandering sphere. And feel my spirits mount on winged ecstacies. In vain. For now, with looks that doubly burn, O'er ears and brain the bursting wrath descends, Judicial slaps that would have stung Saint Paul, Costs, pityings, warnings, wits; and worse than all, The fiend, the punctual fiend, that bawls for copy! Whose ravening features glared collected hell, 80 90 100 76 fuming] whispering 1860. 94-100 om. 1860. 102 defeat] defect 1860. |