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Half the path is broken, half the ta ks

divide ; Flawed and crumbled, riren and nr.

they cleare and slide Toward the ridged and wrinkled vse

of girdling sand Deep beneath, whose furrows tell som

far and wide Wind is lord and change is sovereign it

the strand.

The silence of instant noon goes nigh to

be heard, The viewless void to be visible : all and

each, A closure of calm no clamor of storm

can breach Concludes and confines and absorbs them

on either side, All forces of light and of life and the

live world's pride. Sands hardly ruffled of ripples that

hardly roll Seem ever to show as in reach of a swift brief stride

[goal. The goal that is not, and ever again the The waves are a joy to the seamew, the

meads to the herd, And a joy to the heart is a goal that it

may not reach. No sense that for ever the limits of sense

engird, No hearing or sight that is vassal to

form or speech, Learns ever the secret that shadow and

silence teach, Hears ever the notes that or ever they

swell subside, Sees ever the light that lights not the

loud world's tide, Clasps ever the cause of the lifelong

scheme's control Wherethrough we pursue, till the waters of life be dried,

(goal. The goal that is not, and ever again the Friend, what have we sought or seek we,

whate'er betide, Though the seaboard shift its mark from

afar descried, But aims whence ever anew shall arise

the soul? Love, thought, song, life, but show for

a glimpse and hide The goal that is not, and ever again the goal.


Star by star on the unsunned watu

twiring down, Golden spear-points glance against a

silver shield. Over banks and bents, across the ti

land's crown, As by pulse of gradual plumes thrus

twilight wheeled, Soft as sleep, the waking wind amass

the weald. Moor and copse and fallow, near or 41

descried, Feel the mild wings more, and glauben

where they glide : Silence uttering love that all thing i

derstand, Bids the quiet fields forget that L.

beside Wind is lord and change is sovereign

the strand.

Yet may sight, ere all the hear

shade grow brown, Hardly reckon half the rifts and its

unhealed Where the scarred cliffs down

sundering drive and drown, Hewn as if with stroke of swork i

tempest steeled, Wielded as the night's will and to

wind's may wield. Crowned and zoned in vain with flow

of autumn-tide, Life and love seek harborage on the

ward side; Wind is lord and change is sovereit

the strand.


SEAWARD goes the sun, and homeward

by the down We, before the night upon his grave be

sealed. Low behind us lies the bright steep

murmuring town, High before us heaves the steep rough

silent field. Breach by ghastlier breach, the cliffs

collapsing yield :

Friend, though man be less than tim

for all his pride, Yet, for all his weakness, shall not :)

abide ? Wind and change can wreck but life 3'

waste but land : Truth and trust are sure, though bom

till all subside Wind is lord and change is soverein

the st rand,

my lore:

To rejoice in the word of the sea, as a

mother's that saith to the son she bore, * Child, was not the life in thee mine, and my spirit the breath in thy lips

from of old ? Have I let not thy weakness exult in my

strength, and thy foolishness learn of Have I helped not or healed not thine

anguish, or made not the might of thy

gladness more? And surely his heart should answer, “The

light of the love of my life is in thee." She is fairer than earth, and the sun is not

fairer, the wind is not blither than she : From my youth hath she shown me the

joy of her bays that I crossed, of her

cliffs that I clomb, Till now that the twain of us here, in

desire of the dawn and in trust of the


IN THE WATER CHE sea is awake, and the sound of the

song of the joy of her waking is rolled rom afar to the star that recedes, from anear to the wastes of the wild wide shore. Ier call is a trumpet compelling us homeward : if dawn in her east be

acold, From the sea shall we crave not her

grace to rekindle the life that it kin

dled before, Her breath to requicken, her bosom to

rock us, her kisses to bless as of yore? For the wind, with his wings half open,

at pause in the sky, neither fettered

nor free, Leans waveward and flutters the ripple

to laughter : and fain would the twain

of us be Where lightly the wave yearns forward

from under the curve of the deep

dawn's dome And, full of the morning and fired with

the pride of the glory thereof and the glee, Strike out from the shore as the heart

in us bids and beseeches, athirst for

the foam. Life holds not an hour that is better to

live in : the past is a tale that is told, The future a sun-flecked shadow, alive

and asleep, with a blessing in store. As we give us again to the waters, the

rapture of limbs that the waters en

fold Is less than the rapture of spirit whereby,

though the burden it quits were sore, Our souls and the bodies they wield at

their will are absorbed in the life they

adore In the life that endures no burden, and

bows not the forehead, and bends not

the kneeIn the life everlasting of earth and of

heaven, in the laws that atone and

agree, In the measureless music of things, in the

fervor of forces that rest or that roam, That cross and return and reissue, as I

after you and as you after me Strike out from the shore as the heart in

us bids and beseeches, athirst for the foam.

Strike out from the shore as the heart in

is bids and beseeches, athirst for the

foam, Friend, earth is a harbor of refuge for

winter, a covert whereunder to flee When day is the vassal of night, and the

strength of the hosts of her mightier

than he; But here is the presence adored of me,

here my desire is at rest and at home. There are cliffs to be climbed upon land,

there are ways to be trodden and rid

den : but we Strike out from the shore as the heart

in us bids and beseeches, athirst for the foam.



SPRAY of song that springs in April, light

of love that laughs through May, Live and die and live for ever : bought

of all things far less fair Keeps a surer life than these that seem

to pass like fire away. In the souls they live which are but all

the brighter that they were ; In the hearts that kindle, thinking what

delight of old was there. Wind that shapes and Tifts and shifts

them bids perpetual memory play Over dreams and in and out of deeds

and thoughts which seem to wear Light that leaps and runs and revels

through the springing flames of sprav. Dawn is wild upon the waters where

drink of dawn to-day :

For, albeit he were less than the least of

them, haply the heart of a man may be bold

Gazing hence, we see the water that

grows iron round the Pole, From the shore that hath no shore le

yond it set in all the sea.

Wide, from wave to wave rekindling in

rebound through radiant air, Flash the fires unwoven and woven again

of wind that works in play, Working wonders more than heart may

note or sight may wellnigh dare, Wefts of rarer light than colors rain

from heaven, though this be rare. Arch on arch unbuilt in building, reared

and ruined ray by ray, Breaks and brightens, laughs and les

sens, even till eyes may hardly bear Light that leaps and runs and revels

through the springing flames of spray. Year on year sheds light and music

rolled and flashed from bay to bay Round the summer capes of time and

winter headlands keen and bare Whence the soul keeps watch, and bids

her vassal memory watch and pray, If perchance the dawn may quicken, or

perchance the midnight spare. Silence quells not music, darkness takes

not sunlight in her snare; Shall not joys endure that perish? Yea,

saith dawn, though night say nay: Life on life goes out, but very life en

kindles everywhere Light that leaps and runs and revels

through the springing flames of spray. Friend, were life no more than this is,

well would yet the living fare. All aflower and all afire and all flung

heavenward, who shall say Such a flash of life were worthless? This

is worth a world of careLight that leaps and runs and revels through the springing flames of spray.


Sail on sail along the sea-line fades and

flashes ; here on land Flash and fade the wheeling winne

wings of mews that plunge and scream Hour on hour along the line of life ai

time's evasive strand Shines and darkens, wanes and war.

slays and dies : and scarce they seeri More than motes that thronged an

trembled in the brief noon's breat!

and beam. Some with crying and wailing, ofte

with notes like sound of bells that tl, Some with sighing and laughing. sc.

with words that blessed and made

whole, Passed, and left us, and we know D

what they were, nor what were we. Would we know, being mortal? Nerer

breath of answering whisper stole From the shore that hath no shore te

yond it set in all the sea.


Shadows, would we question darkress?

Ere our eyes and brows be fanned Round with airs of twilight. washed

with dews from sleep's eternal strelji. Would we know sleep's guarded secret!

Ere the fire consume the brand, Would it know if yet its ashes mas re

quicken ? yet we deem Surely man may know, or ever night

unyoke her starry team, What the dawn shall be, or if the dawn

shall be not : yea, the scroll Would we read of sleep's dark scripture,

pledge of peace or doom of dole. Ah, but here man's heart leaps, yearning

toward the gloom with venturous gle, Though his pilot eye behold nor bay not

harbor, rock nor shoal, From the shore that hath no shore be

yond it set in all the sea.


HERE begins the sea that ends not till

the world's end. Where we stand, Could we know the next high sea-mark

set beyond these waves that gleam, We should know what never man hath

known, nor eye of man hath seamned. Nought beyond these coiling clouds that

melt like fume of shrines that steam Breaks or stays the strength of waters

till they pass our bounds of dream. Where the waste Land's Endleans west

ward, all the seas it watches roll Find their border fixed beyond them,

and a worldwide shore's control: These whereby we stand, no shore be

yond us limits: these are free.

Friend, who knows if death indeed hare

life or life have death for goal ? Day nor night can tell us, nor may seis

declare nor skies unroll Wbat has been from everlasting, or if

aught shall alway be. Silence answering only strikes response

reverberate on the soul From the shore that hath no shore

beyond it set in all the sea. 1854



City superb, that hadst Columbus first

For sovereign son, Be prouder that thy breast hath later


This mightier One.
Glory be his for ever, while his land

Lives and is free,
As with controlling breath and sove-

reign hand He bade her be.

TALLA, mother of the souls of men,

Mother divine Of all that serv'd thee best with sword

or pen,

All sons of thine, Thou knowest that here the likeness of

the best

Before thee stands : The head most high, the heart found


The purest hands. Above the fume and foam of time that


The soul, we know, Now sits on high where Alighieri sits

With Angelo. Nor his own heavenly tongue bath heav

enly speech

Enough to say What this man was, whose praise no

thought may reach, No words can weigh.

Earth shows to heaven the names by

thousands told

That crown her fame, But highest of all that heaven and earth

behold, Mazzini's name. 1884.



Since man's first mother brought to

mortal birth

Her first-born son, Such grace befell not ever man on earth

As crowns this One.

Days dawn on us that make amends for


Sometimes, When heaven and earth seem sweeter

even than any

Man's rhymes. Light had not all been quenched in

France, or quelled

In Greece, Had Homer sung not, or had Hugo held

His peace. Had Sappho's self not left her word thus


For token, The sea round Lesbos yet in waves of


Had spoken.

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What were they did no spirit give them




Dead air, dead fire, dead shapes and

shadows, telling

Time bought ; Man gives them sense and soul by song,

and dwelling

In thought.

In human thought their being endures,

their power

Abides: Else were their life a thing that each

light hour


The years live, work, sigh, smile, and

die, with all

They cherish; The soul endures, though dreams that

fed it fall

And perish.


In human thought have all things habi


Our days Laugh, lower, and lighten past, and find

no station

Not the dawn, ere yet the imprisoning

night has half released her, More desires the sun's full face of

cheer, than we, Well as yet we love the strength of the

iron-tongued north-easter, Yearn for wind to meet us as we front

the sea. All thy ways are good, O wind, and all

the world should fester, Were thy fourfold godhead quenched,

or stilled thy strife : Yet the waves and we desire too long

the deep south-wester, Whence the waters quicken shore

ward, clothed with life. Yet the field not made for ploughing

save of keels nor harrowing Save of storm-winds lies unbrightened

by thy breath : Banded broad with ruddy samphire

glow the sea-banks narrowing Westward, while the sea gleams chill

and still as death. Sharp and strange from inland sounds

thy bitter note of battle, Blown between grim skies and waters

sullen-souled, Till the baffled seas bear back, rocks

roar and shingles rattle, Vexed and angered and anhungered

and acold. Change thy note, and give the waves

their will, and all the measure. Full and perfect, of the music of their

might, Let it fill the bays with thunderous

notes of pleasure, Shake the shores with passion, sound

at once and smite. Sweet are even the mild low notes of

wind and sea, but sweeter Sounds the song whose choral wrath

of raging rhyme Bids the shelving shoals keep tune with

storm's imperious metre, Bids the rocks and reefs respond in

rapturous chime. Sweet the lisp and lulling whisper and luxurious laughter,

(the sun Soft as love or sleep, of waves whereoti Dreams, and dreams not of the darkling

hours before nor after, Winged with cloud whose wrath shall

bid love's day be done. Yet shall darkness bring the awakening

sea a lordlier lover, Clothed with strength more amorous

and more strenuous will,

That stays.

But thought and faith are mightier

things than time

Can wrong, Made splendid once with speech, or made


By song. Remembrance, though the tide of change

that rolls

Wax hoary,
Gives earth and heaven, for song's sake

and the soul's,
Their glory.



LORD of days and nights that hear thy

word of wintry warning, Wind whose feet are set on ways that

none may tread, Change the nest wherein thy wings are

fleilged for flight by morning, Change the harbor whence at dawn

thy sails are spread.

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