Thanks Whilst Unharnessing. I. (He gets down from the cart.) WEST'RING the last of silver light doth gleam, And hark! there come the rapt, sweet, crooning snatches Of song from where the little robin watches II. (He speaks towards the bushes.) Softest of all the birds that sing at night, That the long year brings round, Sweet robin, I give thanks, and love you best (He follows the horse in, humming.) Sing! it is well, though the rest of life be bitter, Sing! (I swill the oats in the trough and loose the girth.) Warble! It is well. That's the old grey rat.) (There's a rustle in the litter : It is well upon the earth. III. Clotht-up and snug and warm, a-munching oats Small brother, flit in here, since all around And oh! I would not like to have you die. We's help each other, Little Brother Beady-eye. (The robin flits in.) There-Sing!, Warm and mellow the lanthorn lights the stable. Little brother, sing! In-a-doors beside the hearth, Every Man: A Sequence. I. THE PLOUGHMAN. I AM the ruler of all Kings Who bear the State upon my back; II. THE BLACKSMITH. I am the ruler of all Kings. This hammer, owning me for lord, Lo now upon my anvil rings, And there's your ploughshare, there your sword. If I should stay my weighty hand No corn could ripen on the land, No blade should shield the widow's cause Nor freeman arm to guard the laws. III. THE CITIZEN. I am the ruler of all Kings, IV. THE PREAcher. I am the ruler of all Kings, And where my voice saith pleasant things V. THE POET. I am the ruler of all Kings, At my command the night-bird sings All olden fleets set in array And golden ages own my sway. VI. ALL THE Dead. We are the ruler of all Kings, We are the Cause who here lie still: His changeless Past and Cause were we |