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Heredity
I AM the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to place Over oblivion.
The years-heired feature that can In curve and voice and eye Despise the human span Of durance -- that is I; The eternal thing in man, That heeds no call to die.
London_Girl
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When I Set Out for Lyonnesse (1870)
WHEN I set out for Lyonnesse, A hundred miles away, The rime was on the spray, And starlight lit my lonesomeness When I set out for Lyonnesse A hundred miles away.
What would bechance at Lyonnesse While I should sojourn there No prophet durst declare, Nor did the wisest wizard guess What would bechance at Lyonnesse While I should sojourn there.
When I came back from Lyonnesse With magic in my eyes, All marked with mute surmise My radiance rare and fathomless, When I came back from Lyonnesse With magic in my eyes!
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To Sleep
O SOFT embalmer of the still midnight, Shutting, with careful fingers and benign, Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light, Enshaded in forgetfulness divine: O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes, Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws Around my bed its lulling charities. Then save me, or the passed day will shine Upon my pillow, breeding many woes,-- Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole; Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.
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The Fallen Rose
LIFE, like an overweighted shaken rose, Falls, in a cloud of colour, to my feet; Its petals strew my first November snows, Too soon, too fleet!
'Twas my own breath had blown the leaves apart, My own hot eyelids stirred them where they lay; It was the tumult of my own bright heart Broke them away.
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The Train of Life
WE traced the bleak ridge, to and fro, Grave forty, gay fourteen; While yellow larks, in heaven's blue glow, Like laughing stars were seen, And rose-tipp'd larches, fringed below, Shone fabulously green.
And as I watched my restless son Leap over gorse and briar, And felt his golden nature run With April sap and fire, Methought another madpate spun Beside another sire.
Sudden, the thirty years slip by, Shot like a curtain's rings! My father treads the ridge, and I The boy that leaps and flings, While eyes that in the churchyard lie Seem smiling tenderest things.
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A Winter Jingle
THE soft wind blows Across the snows, And turns the palest face to rose; The wind it goes Where no one knows, Like water round the world it flows; The sunlit air is warm and light Though all the earth be wrapped in white.
But owlets shrill Shriek round the hill When twilight fades, and all is still; The keen gusts fill The frozen rill With treacherous snowdrifts deep and chill; The wanderer findeth small delight In crossing there at dead of night.
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May-Day
THE Past is like a funeral gone by, The Future comes like an unwelcome guest, And some men gaze behind them to find rest And some urge forward with a stifled sigh; But soft perennial flowers break forth and die, And sweet birds pair and twine a woodland nest; They, sifting all things, find the Present best, And garnish life with that philosophy. Like birds, like flowers, oh! let us live To-day, And leave To-morrow to the Fates' old fingers, And waste no weeping over Yesterday! Lo! round about the golden lustre lingers, The fresh green boughs are full of choral singers, And all the Dryades keep holiday.
