WHY, let them rail! God's full anointed ones Have heard the world exclaim, "We know you not!" They who by their soul's travailing have brought U's nearer to the wonder of the suns. The wire that flashes lightning to the ground So, men may strike quick stabs at Cæsar's worth, They only make his life an endless force, 'Scaped from its penthouse, flashing through the earth, And whelming those who railed about his corse. Men's moods disturb not those born truly great: They know their end; they can afford to wait. WHEN you and I have played the little hour, Have seen the tai subaltern Life to Death Yield up his sword; and, smiling, draw the breath, The first long breath of freedom; when the flower Of Recompense hath fluttered to our feet, As to an actor's ; and the curtain down, Clasped hands, pressed lips, and so clasped hands again; No words. But as the proud wind fills the sail, My love to yours shall reach, then one deep moan Of joy; and then our infinite Alone. Fields abloom on the farther side Saw you there as you circled by, Girt about with emerald bands, Saw you this on your thieving raids? Thieved you also away from me If O crows! you have flown since mor Forget, will I, how black you were Absolve, will I, your vagrant band, Arthur Weir The winds blow keenly, the moon is bright, Hilloo, hilloo, hilloo, hilloo! Its countless lights like diamonds glow; snow. The chimney fire is blazing high, And, richly stored, the festive board Awaits the merry company. Remove the fragments of the feast! Hilloo, hilloo, hilloo, hilloo! |