CXIX.

I TRUST I have not wasted breath:

I think we are not wholly brain, Magnetic mockeries; not in vain, Like Paul with beasts, I fought with Death;

Not only cunning casts in clay :

Let Science prove we are, and then
What matters Science unto men,

At least to me? I would not stay.

Let him, the wiser man who springs

Hereafter, up from childhood shape

His action like the greater ape,

But I was born to other things.

CXX.

SAD Hesper o'er the buried sun

And ready, thou, to die with him,

Thou watchest all things ever dim

And dimmer, and a glory done:

The team is loosen'd from the wain,

The boat is drawn upon the shore ;
Thou listenest to the closing door,

And life is darken'd in the brain.

Bright Phosphor, fresher for the night,

By thee the world's great work is heard Beginning, and the wakeful bird; Behind thee comes the greater light:

The market boat is on the stream,

And voices hail it from the brink ;

Thou hear'st the village hammer clink,

And see'st the moving of the team.

Sweet Hesper-Phosphor, double name For what is one, the first, the last,

Thou, like my present and my past,

Thy place is changed; thou art the same.

CXXI.

Он, wast thou with me, dearest, then,

While I rose up against my doom,
And yearn'd to burst the folded gloom,

To bare the eternal Heavens again,

To feel once more, in placid awe,

The strong imagination roll

A sphere of stars about my soul,

In all her motion one with law;

If thou wert with me, and the grave
Divide us not, be with me now,
And enter in at breast and brow,

Till all my blood, a fuller wave,

Be quicken'd with a livelier breath,
And like an inconsiderate boy,
As in the former flash of joy,
I slip the thoughts of life and death ;

And all the breeze of Fancy blows,

And every dew-drop paints a bow, The wizard lightnings deeply glow, And every thought breaks out a rose.