DEAF AND DUMB. A GROUP BY WOOLNER. ONLY the prism's obstruction shows aright Only by Deafness may the vexed Love wreak As favoured mouth could never, through the eyes. DRAMATIS PERSONE PROSPICE. FEAR death?—to feel the fog in my throat, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote The power of the night, the press of the storm, Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, For the journey is done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter, so-one fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute 's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain, Then a light, then thy breast, O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again, And with God be the rest! EURYDICE TO ORPHEUS. A PICTURE BY LEIGHTON. BUT give them me, the mouth, the eyes, the brow! Of one immortal look! All woe that was, Defied,-no past is mine, no future: look at me! YOUTH AND art. I. IT once might have been, once only: You, a sparrow on the housetop lonely, II. Your trade was with sticks and clay, You thumbed, thrust, patted and polished, Then laughed "They will see some day "Smith made, and Gibson demolished." III. My business was song, song, song; I chirped, cheeped, trilled and twittered, "Kate Brown's on the boards ere long, "And Grisi's existence embittered!" |