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Have I a lover
Who is noble and free?
I would he were nobler
Than to love me.
Now follows, now flies;
Under pleasure, pain lies.
Forth speed the strong pulses
"Dull Sphinx, Jove keep thy five wits! Thy sight is growing blear;
Rue, myrrh, and cummin for the SphinxHer muddy eyes to clear!"
The old Sphinx bit her thick lip,
Said, "Who taught thee me to name?
I am thy spirit, yoke-fellow,
Of thine eye I am eyebeam.
"Thou art the unanswered question;
Couldst see thy proper eye, Alway it asketh, asketh;
And each answer is a lie.
It through thousand natures ply; Ask on, thou clothed eternity; Time is the false reply."
Uprose the merry Sphinx,
And crouched no more in stone;
She melted into purple cloud,
She silvered in the moon; She spired into a yellow flame;
She flowered in blossoms red; She flowed into a foaming wave; She stood Monadnoc's head.
Thorough a thousand voices
Spoke the universal dame: "Who telleth one of my meanings,
ls master of all I am."
EACH AND ALL.
LITTLE thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown,
The heifer that lows in the upland farm,
Stops his horse, and lists with delight,
Whilst his files sweep round yon Alpine height;
Nor knowest thou what argument
Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent.
All are needed by each one;
Nothing is fair or good alone.
I thought the sparrow's note from heaven,
For I did not bring home the river and sky;
He sang to my ear,
I wiped away the weeds and foam,
I fetched my sea-born treasures home;
But the poor, unsightly, noisome things
Had left their beauty on the shore,
With the sun, and the sand, and the wild uproar.
The lover watched his graceful maid,
As 'mid the virgin train she strayed,
Nor knew her beauty's best attire
Was woven still by the snow-white choir.
At last she came to his hermitage,
Like the bird from the woodlands to the cage;
they sang to my eye.
The gay enchantment was undone,
A gentle wife, but fairy none.
Then I said, 'I covet truth;
I leave it behind with the games of youth.'-
The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath,
Around me stood the oaks and firs;
Full of light and of deity;
Again I saw, again I heard,