XVII. THE SAME CONTINUED. A POET cannot strive for despotism; That by whose side it shall seem mean and poor; XVIII. THE SAME CONTINUED. THEREFORE think not the Past is wise alone, Whence glory-winged things to Heaven have flown: To the great Soul alone are all things known; While she in glorious madness doth forecast Save in the forethought of the Eternal One. XIX. THE SAME CONCLUDED. FAR 'yond this narrow parapet of Time, Within the teeming womb of sin and crime; 290 SONNETS. XX. TO M. O. S. MARY, since first I knew thee, to this hour, Thy clear heart, fresh as e'er was forest-flower, Spring of all sweetest thoughts, arch foe of blame, Pure vestal of the poet's holy flame, This is enough, and we have done our part XXI. OUR love is not a fading, earthly flower: To us the leafless autumn is not bare, And makes the body's dark and narrow grate 1842. |