But at the heavens' uncomprehended pleasure.
With amplitude unchecked, how sweetly thou

Didst wear the ancient custom of the skies,
And yoke of used prescription; and thence how

Find gay variety no license could devise!
As we the quested beauties better wit

Of the one grove our own than forests great,
Restraint, by the delighted search of it,

Turns to right scope. For lovely moving intricate
Is put to fair devising in the curb

Of ordered limit; and all-changeful Hermes
Is Terminus as well. Yet we perturb

Our souls for latitude, whose strength in bound and term is.
How far am I from heavenly liberty,

That play at policy with change and fate,
Who should my soul from foreign broils keep free,

In the fast-guarded frontiers of its single state!
Could I face firm the Is, and with To-be

Trust Heaven; to Heaven commit the deed, and do;
In power contained, calm in infirmity,

And fit myself to change with virtue ever new;
Thou hadst not shamed me, cousin of the sky,

Thou wandering kinsman, that didst sweetly live
Unnoted, and unnoted sweetly die,

Weeping more gracious song than any I can weave;
Which these gross-tissued words do sorely wrong.

Thou hast taught me on powerlessness a power;
To make song wait on life, not life on song;

To hold sweet not too sweet, and bread for bread though sour;
By law to wander, to be strictly free.

With tears ascended from the heart's sad sea,
Ah, such a silver song to Death could I

Sing, Pain would list, forgetting Pain to be,
And Death would tarry marvelling, and forget to die!

TO THE SINKING SUN.
How graciously thou wear'st the yoke

Of use that does not fail!
The grasses, like an anchored smoke,

Ride in the bending gale;
This knoll is snowed with blosmy manna,

And fire-dropt as a seraph's mail.
Here every eve thou stretchest out

Untarnishable wing,
And marvellously bring'st about

Newly an olden thing;
Nor ever through like-ordered heaven

Moves largely thy grave progressing.
Here every eve thou goest down

Behind the self-same hill,
Nor ever twice alike go'st down

Behind the self-same hill;
Nor like-ways is one flame-sopped flower

Possessed with glory past its will.
Not twice alike! I am not blind,

My sight is live to see;
And yet I do complain of thy

Weary variety.
O Sun! I ask thee less or more,

Change not at all, or utterly!
O give me unprevisioned new,

Or give to change reprieve!
For new in me is olden too,

That I for sameness grieve.
O flowers! O grasses! be but once

The grass and flower of yester-eve!
Wonder and sadness are the lot

Of change: thou yield'st mine eyes
Grief of vicissitude, but not

Its penetrant surprise.
Immutability mutable

Burthens my spirit and the skies.
O altered joy, all joyed of yore,

Plodding in unconned ways!
O grief grieved out, and yet once more

A dull, new, staled amaze!
I dream, and all was dreamed before,

Or dream I so? the dreamer says.
GRIEF'S HARMONICS.

At evening, when the lank and rigid trees,
To the mere forms of their sweet day-selves drying,

On heaven's blank leaf seem pressed and flatten-ed;
Or rather, to my sombre thoughts replying,

Of plumes funereal the thin effigies;
That hour when all old dead things seem most dead,

And their death instant most and most undying,
That the flesh aches at them; there stirred in me

The babe of an unborn calamity,
Ere its due time to be deliver-ed.

Dead sorrow and sorrow unborn so blent their pain,
That which more present was were hardly said,

But both more NOW than any Now can be.
My soul like sackcloth did her body rend,

And thus with Heaven contend:-
'Let pass the chalice of this coming dread,

Or that fore-drained O bid me not re-drain!'
So have I asked, who know my asking vain,

Woe against woe in antiphon set over,
That grief's soul transmigrates, and lives again,

And in new pang old pang's incarnated.
MEMORAT MEMORIA.

Come you living or dead to me, out of the silt of the Past,
With the sweet of the piteous first, and the shame of the shameful

last?
Come with your dear and dreadful face through the passes of Sleep,

The terrible mask, and the face it masked--the face you did not
keep?

You are neither two nor one--I would you were one or two,
For your awful self is embalmed in the fragrant self I knew:

And Above may ken, and Beneath may ken, what I mean by these words
of whirl,

But by my sleep that sleepeth not,--O Shadow of a Girl!--
Nought here but I and my dreams shall know the secret of this

thing:-
For ever the songs I sing are sad with the songs I never sing,

Sad are sung songs, but how more sad the songs we dare not sing!
Ah, the ill that we do in tenderness, and the hatefulhorror of

love!
It has sent more souls to the unslaked Pit than it ever will draw

above.
I damned you, girl, with my pity, who had better by far been thwart,

And drave you hard on the track to hell, because I was gentle of
heart.

I shall have no comfort now in scent, no ease in dew, for this;
I shall be afraid of daffodils, and rose-buds are amiss;

You have made a thing of innocence as shameful as a sin,
I shall never feel a girl's soft arms without horror of the skin.

My child! what was it that I sowed, that I so ill should reap?
You have done this to me. And I, what I to you?--It lies with

Sleep.
JULY FUGITIVE.

Can you tell me where has hid her
Pretty Maid July?

I would swear one day ago
She passed by,

I would swear that I do know
The blue bliss of her eye:

'Tarry, maid, maid,' I bid her;
But she hastened by.

Do you know where she has hid her,
Maid July?

Yet in truth it needs must be
The flight of her is old;

Yet in truth it needs must be,
For her nest, the earth, is cold.

No more in the pool-ed Even
Wade her rosy feet,

Dawn-flakes no more plash from them
To poppies 'mid the wheat.

She has muddied the day's oozes
With her petulant feet;

Scared the clouds that floated,
As sea-birds they were,

Slow on the coerule
Lulls of the air,

Lulled on the luminous
Levels of air:

She has chidden in a pet
All her stars from her;

Now they wander loose and sigh
Through the turbid blue,

Now they wander, weep, and cry--
Yea, and I too--

'Where are you, sweet July,
Where are you?'

Who hath beheld her footprints,
Or the pathway she goes?

Tell me, wind, tell me, wheat,
Which of you knows?

Sleeps she swathed in the flushed Arctic
Night of the rose?

Or lie her limbs like Alp-glow
On the lily's snows?

Gales, that are all-visitant,
Find the runaway;

And for him who findeth her
(I do charge you say)

I will throw largesse of broom
Of this summer's mintage,

I will broach a honey-bag
Of the bee's best vintage.

Breezes, wheat, flowers sweet,
None of them knows!

How then shall we lure her back
From the way she goes?

For it were a shameful thing,
Saw we not this comer

Ere Autumn camp upon the fields
Red with rout of Summer.

When the bird quits the cage,
We set the cage outside,

With seed and with water,
And the door wide,

Haply we may win it so
Back to abide.

Hang her cage of earth out
O'er Heaven's sunward wall,

Its four gates open, winds in watch
By rein-ed cars at all;

Relume in hanging hedgerows
The rain-quenched blossom,

And roses sob their tears out

• thence [ðens] ad.从那里；因此 (初中英语单词)
• variety [və´raiəti] n.变化；多样(性)；种类 (初中英语单词)
• commit [kə´mit] vt.犯(罪)；把...判处 (初中英语单词)
• virtue [´və:tʃu:] n.美德；贞操；长处 (初中英语单词)
• gracious [´greiʃəs] a.和蔼可亲的；任慈的 (初中英语单词)
• wander [´wɔndə, ´wɑ:n:dər] v.徘徊；流浪 (初中英语单词)
• complain [kəm´plein] vi.抱怨，叫屈；控诉 (初中英语单词)
• instant [´instənt] a.立即的 n.紧迫；瞬间 (初中英语单词)
• dreadful [´dredful] a.可怕的；讨厌的 (初中英语单词)
• horror [´hɔrə] n.恐怖；战栗 (初中英语单词)
• flight [flait] n.逃走；飞行；班机 (初中英语单词)
• beheld [bi´held] behold的过去式(分词) (初中英语单词)
• charge [tʃɑ:dʒ] v.收费；冲锋 n.费用 (初中英语单词)
• sweetly [´swi:tli] ad.甜蜜地；美妙地 (高中英语单词)
• latitude [´lætitju:d] n.纬度；地区 (高中英语单词)
• heavenly [´hevənli] a.天的，天空的 (高中英语单词)
• strictly [´striktli] ad.严格地 (高中英语单词)
• sadness [´sædnis] n.悲哀；悲痛；凄惨 (高中英语单词)
• fragrant [´freigrənt] a.芳香的，芬芳的 (高中英语单词)
• tenderness [´tendənis] n.娇嫩；柔软；温柔 (高中英语单词)
• damned [dæmd] a.该死的 ad.非常，极 (高中英语单词)
• innocence [´inəsəns] n.无罪；天真 (高中英语单词)
• hanging [´hæŋiŋ] n.绞刑 a.悬挂着的 (高中英语单词)
• delighted [di´laitid] a.高兴的；喜欢的 (英语四级单词)
• policy [´pɔlisi] n.政策；权谋；保险单 (英语四级单词)
• graciously [´greiʃəsli] ad.仁慈地，和蔼庄重地 (英语四级单词)
• hateful [´heitfəl] a.可恨的，可憎的 (英语四级单词)
• shameful [´ʃeimfəl] a.可耻的；猥亵的 (英语四级单词)
• pathway [´pɑ:θwei] n.小路 (英语四级单词)
• sorely [´sɔ:li] ad.痛苦地；剧烈地 (英语六级单词)
• vicissitude [vi´sisitju:d] n.变迁；变化；兴衰 (英语六级单词)
• dreamer [´dri:mə] n.做梦的人；梦想者 (英语六级单词)
• unborn [,ʌn´bɔ:n] a.未生的；将来的 (英语六级单词)