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IN TIME OF MOURNING

* RETURN," we dare not as we fain

Would cry from hearts that yearn : Love dares not bid our dead again

Return.

O hearts that strain and burn As fires fast fettered burn and strain !

Bow down, lie still, and learn.

The heart that healed all hearts of pain

No funeral rites inurn :
Its echoes, while the stars remain,
Return.

Muy, 1885. 1889.

A SEQUENCE OF SONNETS ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT BROWNING

Jhence her lieart of hearts shall kindle

and her soul recover Sense of love too keen to lie for love's

sake still. Let thy strong south-western music

sound, and bid the billows Brighten, proud and glad to feel thy

scourge and kiss ting and soothe and sway them, bowed

as aspens bend or willows, Yet resurgent still in breathless rage

of bliss. Il to-day the slow sleek ripples hardly

bear up shore-ward, Charged with sighs more light than

laughter, faint and fair, Like a woodland lake's weak wavelets

lightly lingering forward, (air. Soft and listless as the slumber-stricken Be the sunshine bared or veiled, the sky

superb or shrouded, Still the waters, lax and languid,

chafed and foiled, Keen and thwarted, pale and patient,

clothed with fire or clouded, Vex their heart in vain, or sleep like

serpents coiled. Thee they look for, blind and baffled,

wan with wrath and weary, Blown for ever back by winds that

rock the bird : Winds that seamews breast subdue the

sea, and bid the dreary Waves be weak as hearts made sick

with hope deferred. Let thy clarion sound from westward,

let the south bear token How the glories of thy godhead sound

and shine : Bid the land rejoice to see the land

wind's broad wings broken, Bid the sea take comfort, bid the

world be thine. Half the world abhors thee beating back

the sea, and blackening Heaven with fierce and woful change

of fluctuant form : All the world acclaims thee shifting sail

again, and slackening Cloud by cloud the close-reefed cordage

of the storm. Sweeter fields and brighter woods and

lordlier hills than waken Here at sunrise never hailed the sun

and thee : Turn thee then, and give them comfort,

shed like rain and shaken Far as foam that laughs and leaps along the sea.

1889.

THE clearest eyes in all the world they

read With sense more keen and spirit of sight

more true Than burns and thrills in sunrise, when

the dew Flames, and absorbs the glory round it

shed, As they the light of ages quick and dead, Closed now, forsake us: yet the shaft

that slew Can slay not one of all the works we

knew, Nor death discrown that many-laurelled

head. The works of words whose life seems

lightning wrought, And moulded of unconquerable thought, And quickened with imperishable flame, Stand fast and shine and smile, assured

that nought May fade of all their myriad-moulded

fame, Nor England's memory clasp not Brown

ing's name.

Death, what hast thou to do with one

for whom Time is not lord, but servant ? What

least part Of all the fire that fed his living heart, Of all the light more keen than sun

dawn's bloom That lit and led his spirit, strong as doom And bright as hope, can aught thy

breath may dart Quench? Nay, thou knowest he knew

thee what thou art, A shadow born of terror's barren womb, That brings not forth save shadows.

What art thou, To dream, albeit thou breathe upon his

brow, That power on him is given thee,-that

thy breath Can make him less than love acclaims

him now, And hears all time sound back the word

it saith? What part hast thou then in his glory,

Death?

No serpent sleeping in some dead soul's

tomb, No song-bird singing from some live

soul's height, But he might hear, interpret, or illume With sense invasive as the dawn of

doom.

What secret thing of splendor or of

shade Surmised in all those wandering ways

wherein Man, led of love and life and death and

sin, Strays, climbs, or cowers, allured, al

sorbed, afraid, Might not the strong and sunlike sense

invade Of that full soul that had for aim to win Light, silent over time's dark toil and

din, Life, at whose touch death fades as dead

things fade? O spirit of man, what mystery mores in

thee That he might know not of in spirit, and

see

The heart within the heart that seems

to strive, The life within the life that seems to be. And hear through all thy storms that

whirl and drive, The living sound of all men's souls alive?

:

and try

But he-to him, who knows what gift is

thine, Death ? Hardly may we think or hope

when we Pass likewise thither where to-night is

he, Beyond the irremeable outer seas that

shine And darken round such dreams as half

divine Some sunlit harbor in that starless sea Where gleams no ship to windward or

to lee, To read with him the secret of thy shrine. There too, as here, may song, delight,

and love, The nightingale, the sea-bird, and the

dove, Fulfil with joy the splendor of the sky Till all beneath wax bright as all above : But none of all that search the heavens, The sun, may match the sovereign

eagle's eye. Among the wondrous ways of men and

time He went as one that ever found and

sought And bore in hand the lamplike spirit

of thought To illume with instance of its fire sub

lime The dusk of many a cloudlike age and

cline. No spirit in shape of light and darkness

wrought. No faith, no fear, no dream, no rapture,

nought That blooms in wisdom, nought that

burns in crime, No virtue girt and armed and helmed

with light, No love more lovely than the snows are

white,

He held no dream worth waking: so he

said, He who stands now

on death's triumphal steep, Awakened out of life wherein we sleep And dream of what he knows and sees,

being dead. But never death for him was dark or

dread: ** Look forth” he bade the soul, and

fear not. Weep, All ye that trust not in his truth, and

keep Vain memory's vision of a vanished head As all that lives of all that once was he Save that which lightens from his worl:

but we, Who, seeing the sunset-colored waters

roll, Yet know the sun subdued not of the

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INDEXES

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PAGB
706

167

B:
C:

64

687

554

370

424

L:
* M:
R:

Ar: ARNOLD (1822-1888).

BYRON (1788–1824).

COLERIDGE (1772-1834).
CI :

CLOUGH (1819-1861)..
EBB: ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING (1806-1861)
K: KEATS (1795–1821).

LANDOR (1775-1864)
MORRIS (1834-1896).

ROSSETTI (1828-1882).
RB:

ROBERT BROWNING (1819-1889)
Sc:

SCOTT (1771-1832)..
Sh:

SHELLEY (1792-1822)..
Sw:

SWINBURNE (1837—-)..
T: TENNYSON (1809-1892).
W:

WORDSWORTH (1770-1850)..

823

773

565

104

973

865
459

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INDEX OF TITLES

Ablett, To Joseph, L 438

Aspecta medusa, R 786
Abt Vogler, RB 657

As through the land at eve we went, T 498
Acon and Rhodope, L 450

Atalanta in Calydon, choruses from, Sw 866
Adam, Lilith and Eve, RB 680

Atalanta's race, M 843
Adonais, Sh 358

At the sunrise in 1848, R 778
Aeschylos and Sophocles, L 454

At the grave of Burns, W 36
Amiction of Margaret, The, W 43

A toccata of Galuppi's, RB 621
After dark vapors have oppressed our August (Earthly paradise), M 855
plains, K 380

Augusta, Epistle to, В 210
After-thought, W 57

Augusta, Stanzas to, В 209
Agamemnon and Iphigeneia, L 445

Austerity of poetry, Ar 761
Agamemnon and Iphigeneia, The shades of, Autumnal evening, Lines on an, C 66
L 433

Autumn song, R 776
Age, To, L 455

Autumn, To, K 409
Aged man who loved to doze away, An, L Ave atque vale, Frater, T 550
458

Ave Maria (Don Juan), B 251
Aglae, Little, L 437

Aylmer, Rose, L 428
Agnes and the hill-man, M 862
Ah ! yet consider it again, Cl 700

Bacchanalia ; or, the new age, Ar 764
Ailsa Rock, To, K 389

Balder dead (III), Ar 745
A king lived long ago (Pippa passes), RB 586 Ballad of burdens, A, Sw 875
Alas, how soon the hours are over, L 443 Ballad of dreamland, Sw 890
Alastor, Sh 276

Ballad of François Villon, Sw 891
Allen-a-dale, Sc 161

Ballad of the dark ladie, The, C92
All is well, Cl 705

Bards of passion and of mirth, K 406
All service ranks the same with God (Pippa Barren spring, R 805
passes), RB 572

Battle of Waterloo, B 192
Alteram partem, C'1 694

Beauty's pageant, R 805
America, To Walt Whitman in, Sw 886 Before the beginning of years (Atalanta in
Among the rocks (James Lee's wife), RB 657 Calydon), Sw 867
Amours de voyage, From, CI 691

Belle dame sans merci, La, K 422
Amphibian (Fifine at the fair) RB 671

Bethesda (A sequel), CI 691
Ancient mariner, Rime of the, C 73

Better part, The, Ar 702
Andrea del Sarto, RB 650

Between the sunset and the sea (Chas-
And thou art dead, as young and fair, B 171 telard), Sw 872
Another way of love, RB 029

Birds in the high hall garden (Maud), T
Any wife to any husband, RB 626

519
Apology, An (Earthly paradise), M 842 Birth-bond, The, R 796
Appeal, An, Sw 881

Bishop orders his tomb in St. Praxed's
Appearances, RB 674

church, The, RB 003
April, 1814. Stanzas, Sh 275

Blake, William, R 811
Arethusa, Sh 346

Blank misgivings, CI 688
Artemidora, The death of, L 436

Blessed damozel, The, R 774
Arthur, Passing of, T 481

Blot in the scutcheon, Song from, RB 602
Ask me no more, T 498

Blow, trumpet, for the world is white with
Ask not one least word of praise (Ferish- May (Coming of Arthur), T 540
tah's fancies), RB 682

Blue closet, The, M 835
Asolando, Epilogue to, RB 686

Boccaccio, The garden of, C 102
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