'Far and far away,' said the dainty little maiden, 'All among the meadows, the clover and the clematis, Daisies and kingcups and honeysuckleflowers.' II MINNIE AND WINNIE MINNIE and Winnie Slept in a shell. Sleep, little ladies! And they slept well. Pink was the shell within, Sleep, little ladies! Wake not soon! Echo on echo Dies to the moon. Two bright stars Peep'd into the shell. 'What are they dreaming of? Who can tell?' Started a green linnet Out of the croft; Wake, little ladies! The sun is aloft ! THE SPITEFUL LETTER Contributed to 'Once a Week' in January, 1868, and reprinted in 1884. Attempts have been made to identify the writer of the letter; but the poet wrote to the editor of 'Once a Week': 'It is no particular letter that I meant. I have had dozens of them from one quarter and another.' HERE, it is here, the close of the year, My name in song has done him much wrong, O little bard, is your lot so hard, IV The King return'd from out the wild, He bore but little game in hand; The mother said, 'They have taken the child To spill his blood and heal the land. And blight and famine on all the lea; V The King bent low, with hand on brow, He stay'd his arms upon his knee: 'O wife, what use to answer now? For now the Priest has judged for me.' The King was shaken with holy fear; 'The Gods,' he said, 'would have chosen well; Yet both are near, and both are dear, His victim won: VI The rites prepared, the victim bared, He caught her away with a sudden cry; I am his dearest !' rush'd on the knife. We give you a life. WAGES Contributed to Macmillan's Magazine' for February, 1868; and reprinted in the 'Holy Grail' volume. GLORY of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song, Paid with a voice flying by to be lost on an endless sea Glory of Virtue, to fight, to struggle, to right the wrong Nay, but she aim'd not at glory, no lover of glory she; Give her the glory of going on, and still to be. The wages of sin is death: if the wages of Virtue be dust, Would she have heart to endure for the life of the worm and the fly? She desires no isles of the blest, no quiet seats of the just, To rest in a golden grove, or to bask in a summer sky; Give her the wages of going on, and not to die. THE HIGHER PANTHEISM First published in the 'Holy Grail' volume. THE sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains, Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him who reigns? Is not the Vision He, tho' He be not that which He seems ? Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams? Earth, these solid stars, this weight of body and limb, Are they not sign and symbol of thy division from Him? Dark is the world to thee; thyself art the reason why, For is He not all but thou, that hast power to feel I am I'? Glory about thee, without thee; and thou fulfillest thy doom, Making Him broken gleams and a stifled splendor and gloom. Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and They are raised for ever and ever, And sink again into sleep.' VII Not raised for ever and ever, But when their cycle is o'er, The valley, the voice, the peak, the star Pass, and are found no more. VIII The Peak is high and flush'd At his highest with sunrise fire; The Peak is high, and the stars are high, And the thought of a man is higher. IX A deep below the deep, And a height beyond the height! Our hearing is not hearing, And our seeing is not sight. X The voice and the Peak Far into heaven withdrawn, The lone glow and long roar Green-rushing from the rosy thrones of dawn! First published in the 'Holy Grail' volume. FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is. LUCRETIUS First published in 'Macmillan's Magazine' for May, 1868, and afterwards included in the Holy Grail' volume of 1869. The story on which the poem is founded is taken from Jerome's additions to the 'Eusebian Chronicle,' under the year B. C. 94: 'Titus Lucretius poeta nascitur; postea amatorio poculo in furorem versus, cum aliquot libellos per intervalla insaniae conscripsisset, quos postea Cicero emendavit, propria se manu interfecit anno aetatis xliii.' LUCILIA, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush |