And from it sprang the Comm wealth, which breaks

As I am breaking now!

"And therefore n Let her, that is the womb and tomb all.

Great Nature, take, and foreing apart

Those blind beginnings that have ma

Dash them anew together at her wil Through all her cycles-into man on

Or beast or bird or fish, or opule flower:

But till this cosmic order everywhe Shatter'd into one earthquake in of day

Cracks all to pieces,-and that ho perhaps

Is not so far when momentary man Shall seem no more a something himself,

But he, his hopes and hates, his hom and fanes,

And even his bones long laid withi

The very sides of the grave itself sha pass,

Vanishing, atom and void, atom au void,

Into the unseen forever,-till that hour My golden work in which I told a trut That stays the rolling Ixionian wheel And numbs the Fury's ringlet-snake and plucks

The mortal soul from out immorta hell,

Shall stand: ay, surely: then it fail

And perishes as I must; for O Thou, Passionless bride, divine Tranquility Yearn'd after by the wisest of the wise Who fail to find thee, being as thou art Without one pleasure and without one pain,

Howbeit I know thou surely must be mine

Or soon or late, yet out of season, thus I woo thee roughly, for thou carest not How roughly men may woo thee so they win

Thus-thus: the soul flies out and dies in the air."

With that he drove the knife into his side:

She heard him raging, heard him fall;

Beat breast, tore hair, cried out upon herself

As having fail'd in duty to him, shriek'd That she but meant to win him back,

SONG.

My life is full of weary days,

But good things have not kept aloof, Nor wandered into other ways:

I have not lack'd thy mild reproof, Nor golden largess of thy praise.

And now shake hands across the brink Of that deep grave to which I go : Shake hands once more: I cannot sink So far-far down, but I shall know The voice, and answer from below.

THE CAPTAIN.

A LEGEND OF THE NAVY.

HE that only rules by terror

Doeth grievous wrong.

Deep as Hell I count his error,
Let him hear my song.

Brave the Captain was: the seamen'
Made a gallant crew,

Gallant sons of English freemen,.
Sailors bold and true.

But they hated his oppression,
Stern he was and rash;

So for every light transgression
Doom'd them to the lash.

Day by day more harsh and cruel

Seem'd the Captain's mood.

Secret wrath like smother'd fuel
Burnt in each man's blood.
Yet he hoped to purchase glory,
Hoped to make the name
Of his vessel great in story,
Wheresoe'er he came.

So they past by capes and islands,
Many a harbor-mouth,
Sailing under palmy highlands
Far within the South.

On a day when they were going
O'er the lone expanse,

In the north, her canvas flowing,
Rose a ship of France.

Then the Captain's color heighten'd,
Joyful came his speech:
But a cloudy gladness lighten'd
In the eyes of each.

"Chase," he said: the ship flew forward,

And the wind did blow;
Stately, lightly, went she Norward,

Till she near'd the foe.

Then they look'd at him they hated,
Had what they desired:

Mute with folded arms they waited-
Not a gun was fired.

But they heard the foeman's thunder
Roaring out their doom;
All the air was torn in sunder,
Crashing went the boom,

Spars were splinter'd, decks were shat

ter'd,

Bullets fell like rain;

Over mast and deck were scatter'd Blood and brains of meu.

CARESS'D or chidden by the dainty hand,

And singing airy trifles this or that, Light Hope at Beauty's call would perch and stand,

And run thro' every change of sharp and flat;

And Fancy came and at her pillow sat,

When sleep had bound her in his rosy band,

And chased away the still-recurring gnat,

And woke her with a lay from fairy land.

But now they live with Beauty less and less,

For Hope is other Hope and wanders far,

Nor cares to lisp in love's delicious creeds;

And Fancy watches in the wilderness, Poor Fancy sadder than a single star, That sets at twilight in a land of reeds.

And the stately ships go on

To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd Ear And the sound of a voice that is stil Break, break, break,

At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that dead

Will never come back to me.

THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town and out of th street.

A light wind blew from the gates of th

And waves of shadow went over th wheat,

And he sat him down in a lonely place And chanted a melody loud an

That made the wild-swan pause in her

And the lark drop down at his feet.

The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee.

The snake slipt under a spray, The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak,

And stared, with his foot on the prey, And the nightingale thought, "I have

Thim 's my noätions, Sammy, wheerb I means to stick ;

But if thou marries a bad un, I'll leav the land to Dick.

Coom oop, proputty, proputty-that what I 'ears 'im saäy

Proputty, proputty, proputty-cante an' canter awaäy.

[This poem is founded upon a story in Boc caccio.

A young lover, Julian, whose cousin and foa ter-sister, Camilla, has been wedded to his friend and rival, Lionel, endeavors to narrate the story of his own love for her and the strange sequel of it. He speaks of having been haunted in de lirium by visions and the sound of bells, sometimes tolling for a funeral, and at last ringing for a marriage; but he breaks away, overcome as he approaches the Event, and a witness to is completes the tale.]

HE flies the event: he leaves the event to me:

Poor Julian-how he rush'd away; the bells,

Those marriage-bells, echoing in ear and heart

But cast a parting glance at me, you

One golden hour-of triumph shall I say?

Solace at least-before he left his home. Would you had seen him in that hour of his !

He moved thro' all of it majestically-
Restrain'd himself quite to the close-
but now-

Whether they were his lady's mar-
riage-bells,

Or prophets of them in his fantasy,
I never ask'd: but Lionel and the girl
Were wedded, and our Julian came
again

Back to his mother's house among the
pines.

But these, their gloom, the mountains
and the Bay,

The whole land weigh'd him down as
Ætna does

The Giant of Mythology: he would go,
Would leave the land for ever, and had