VI. I curled and combed his comely head, The wind is blowing in turret and tree. I wrapt his body in the sheet, And laid him at his mother's feet. VOL. I. O the Earl was fair to see! TO WITH THE FOLLOWING POEM. 1 SEND you here a sort of allegory, And Knowledge for its beauty; or if Good, That Beauty, Good, and Knowledge, are three sisters Living together under the same roof, And never can be sundered without tears. And he that shuts Love out, in turn shall be THE PALACE OF ART. I BUILT my soul a lordly pleasure-house, I said, "O Soul, make merry and carouse, A huge crag-platform, smooth as burnished brass, Suddenly scaled the light. Thereon I built it firm. Of ledge or shelf And "while the world runs round and round," I said. 'Reign thou apart, a quiet king, Still as, while Saturn whirls, his steadfast shade Sleeps on his luminous ring." To which my soul made answer readily: "Trust me, in bliss I shall abide In this great mansion, that is built for me, So royal-rich and wide." Four courts I made, East and West, South and North, In each a squared lawn, wherefrom The golden gorge of dragons spouted forth A flood of fountain-foam. And round the cool green courts there ran a row Echoing all night to that sonorous flow Of spouted fountain-floods. And round the roofs a gilded gallery That lent broad verge to distant lands, Far as the wild swan wings, to where the sky Dipt down to sea and sands. From those four jets four currents in one swell And high on every peak a statue seemed A cloud of incense of all odor steamed So that she thought, " And who shall gaze upon While this great bow will waver in the sun, For that sweet incense rose and never failed, Burnt like a fringe of fire. |