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11. “ Thus were a match made, sure and fast,
'Mid the blue weed-flowers round the mound Where, issuing, we shall stand and stay
For one more look at Baths and bay, Sands, sea-gulls, and the old church last
“ A match 'twixt me, bent, wigged, and lamed,
Famous, however, for verse and worse,
When gout and glory seat me there,
13. “ And this young beauty, round and sound
As a mountain-apple, youth and truth With loves and doves, at all events
With money in the Three per Cents ; Whose choice of me would seem profound :
14. “She might take me as I take her.
Perfect the hour would pass, alas! Climb high, love high, what matter? Still, Feet, feelings, must descend the hill:
An hour's perfection can't recur.
“ Then follows Paris and full time
For both to reason: Thus with us!
At first word, think they gain the goal,
“. My friend makes verse and gets renown;
Have they all fifty years, his peers ?
Boys will become as much one day :
“. For boys say, Love me or I die !
He did not say, The truth is, youth
I'd catch youth : lend me sight and touch! Drop heart's blood where life's wheels grate dry!
18. “ While I should make rejoinder "-(then
It was, no doubt, you ceased that least Light pressure of my arm in yours)
“! I can conceive of cheaper cures For a yawning-fit o'er books and men.
“What? All I am, was, and might be,
All, books taught, art brought, life's whole strife, Painful results since precious, just
Were fitly exchanged in wise disgust
20. " All for a nosegay!—what came first;
With fields on flower, untried each side ; I rally, need my books and men,
And find a nosegay: drop it, then, No match yet made for best or worst !'”
21. That ended me. You judged the porch
We left by, Norman ; took our look At sea and sky; wondered so few
Find out the place for air and view; Remarked the sun began to scorch;
Descended, soon regained the Baths, .
And then, good bye! Years ten since then : Ten years ! We meet: you tell me, now,
By a window-seat for that cliff-brow, On carpet-stripes for those sand-paths.
23. Now I may speak: you fool, for all
Your lore! Who made things plain in vain ? What was the sea for? What, the grey
Sad church, that solitary day, Crosses and graves and swallows' call ?
24. Was there nought better than to enjoy ?
No feat which, done, would make time break, And let us pent-up creatures through
Into eternity, our due ?
25. No wise beginning, here and now,
What cannot grow complete (earth's feat) And Heaven must finish, there and then ?
No tasting earth’s true food for men, Its sweet in sad, its sad in sweet ?
26. No grasping at love, gaining a share
O'the sole spark from God's life at strife With death, so, sure of range above
The limits here? For us and love, Failure; but, when God fails, despair.
54 DÎS ALITER VISUM ; OR, LE BYRON DE NOS JOURS.
This you call wisdom? Thus you add
Good unto good again, in vain ?
I loved, with faculties to seek :
Crawl in a wash of weed, indeed,
He, whole in body and soul, outstrips
| But what's whole, can increase no more,
Is dwarfed and dies, since here 's its sphere.
You knew not? That, I well believe ;
Ancle, or something. “ Pooh,” cry you ?
Vilely: her vogue has had its day.