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Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new :
That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do :
Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails,
Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'd a ghastly dew From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue ;
Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm,
So I triumph'd ere my passion sweeping thro' me left me dry,
Eye, to which all order festers, all things here are out of joint :
Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion creeping nigher,
Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs,
What is that to him that reaps not harvest of his youthful joys,
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore,
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast,
Hark, my merry comrades call me, sounding on the bugle-horn,
Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string ?
Weakness to be wroth with weakness ! woman's pleasure, woman's painNature made them blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain :
Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, match'd with mine,
Here at least, where nature sickens, nothing. Ah, for some retreat
Never comes the trader, never floats an European flag,
There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind.
There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing-space I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Iron-jointed, supple-sinew'd, they shall dive, and they shall run,
Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap the rainbows of the brooks,
Fool, again the dream, the fancy! but I know my words are wild,
I, to herd with narrow foreheads, vacant of our glorious gains,
Mated with a squalid savage-what to me were sun or clime?
I that rather held it better men should perish one by one,
Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. Thro' the shadow of the globe we sweep into the younger day : Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
Mother-Age (for mine I knew not) help me as when life begun :
0, I see the crescent promise of my spirit hath not set. Ancient founts of inspiration well thro' all my fancy yet.
Howsoever these things be, a long farewell to Locksley Hall !
Comes a vapour from the margin, blackening over heath and holt,
Let it fall on Locksley Hall, with rain or hail, or fire or snow ;
I waitea for the train at Coventry ; ,
Not only we, the latest seed of Time, New men, that in the flying of a wheel Cry down the past, not only we, that prate Of rights and wrongs, have loved the
people well, And loathed to see them overtax'd ; but
she Did more, and underwent, and overcame, The woman of a thousand summers back, Godiva, wife to that grim Earl, who ruled In Coventry: for when he laid a tax Upon his town, and all the mothers
brought Their children, clamouring, “If we pay,
we starve !' 'She sought her lord, and found him,
where he strode About the hall, among his dogs, alone, His beard a foot before him, and his hair A yard behind. She told him of their
And pray'd him, 'If they pay this tax,
they starve.' Whereat he stared, replying, half-amazed, • You would not let your little finger ache For such as these ?'— But I would die,'
said she. He laugh’d, and swore by Peter and by
Paul: Then fillip'd at the diamond in her ear; O ay, ay, ay, you talk !'_“Alas !' she
said, * But prove me what it is I would not do.' And from a heart as rough as Esau's
hand, He answer'd, ‘Ride you naked thro' the
town, And I repeal it ;' and nodding, as in
scorn, He parted, with great strides among his
dogs. So left alone, the passions of her mind, As winds from all the compass shift and
blow, Made war upon each other for an hour,
Till pity won. She sent a herald forth, And bade him cry, with sound of trumpet,
The hard condition ; but that she would
The people : therefore, as they loved her
well, From then till noon no foot should pace
the street, No eye look down, she passing ; but that
Should keep within, door shut, and
window barrd. Then fled she to her inmost bower,
and there Unclasp'd the wedded eagles of her belt, The gri Earl's gift ; but ever at a breathm She linger'd, looking like a summer moon Half-dipt in cloud : anon she shook her
head, And shower'd the rippled ringlets to her
knee ; L’nclad herself in haste; adown the stair Stole on ; and, like a creeping sunbeam,
slid From pillar unto pillar, until she reach'd The gateway; there she found her palfrey
The white-flower'd elder-thicket from the
field Gleam thro' the Gothic archways in the
wall. Then she rode back, clothed on with
chastity : And one low churl, compact of thankless
earth, The fatal byword of all years to come, Boring a little auger-hole in fear, Peep'd—but his eyes, before they had
their will, Were shrivell’d into darkness in his
head, And dropt before him. So the Powers,
who wait On noble deeds, cancell'd a sense mis.
used; And she, that knew not, pass'd : and all
at once, With twelve great shocks of sound, the
shameless noon Was clash'd and hammer'd from a
hundred towers, One after one but even then she gain'd Her bower; whence reissuing, robed
and crown'd, To meet her lord, she took the tax away And built herself an everlasting name.
In purple blazon'd with armorial gold. Then she rode forth, clothed on with
chastity : The deep air listen'd round her as she
rode, And all the low wind hardly breathed for
fear. The little wide-mouth'd heads upon the
spout Had cunning eyes to see : the barking cur Made her cheek flame : her palfrey's
footfall shot Light horrors thro’ her pulses : the blind
walls Were full of chinks and holes ; and over
head Fantastic gables, crowding, stared : but
A pleasant hour has passed away
The dewy sister-eyelids lay. As by the lattice you reclined,
I went thro' many wayward moods To see you dreaming-and, behind,
A summer crisp with shining woods.
Not less thro' all bore up, till, last, she