And methought that beauty and terror are only one, not two; And the world has room for love, and death, and thun der, and dew; And all the sinews of hell slumber in summer air; And the face of God is a rock, but the face of the rock is fair. Beneficent streams of tears flow at the finger of pain; And out of the cloud that smites, beneficent rivers of rain. VAILIMA. AN END OF TRAVEL ET now your soul in this substantial world LET Some anchor strike. Be here the body moored: This spectacle immutably from now The picture in your eye; and when time strikes, VAILMA. XLII E uncommiserate pass into the night WE From the loud banquet, and departing leave A tremor in men's memories, faint and sweet And frail as music. Features of our face, The tones of the voice, the touch of the loved hand, And smiles, and to his ancient heart recalls THE LAST SIGHT NCE more I saw him. In the lofty room, Where oft with lights and company his tongue Was trump to honest laughter, sate attired And the dread changeling gazed on me in vain. XLIV ING me a song of a lad that is gone, SING Say, could that lad be I? Merry of soul he sailed on a day Mull was astern, Rum on the port, Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, Give me again all that was there, Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, Merry of soul he sailed on a day |