His words are music in my ear, 1840. Ralph Waldo Emerson. 70 1858. BRAHMA IF the red slayer think he slays, Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; And one to me are shame and fame. 4 8 They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings. The strong gods pine for my abode, 12 Find me, and turn thy back on heaven. 16 IN A LECTURE-ROOM AWAY, haunt thou not me, And leave the spirit dead. Unto thy broken cisterns wherefore go, below, Fed by the skiey shower, And clouds that sink and rest on hill tops high, Wisdom at once, and Power, Are welling, bubbling forth, unseen, in- Why labour at the dull mechanic oar, And the strong current flowing, Right onward to the Eternal Shore? 1840. 1849. Arthur Hugh Clough. "SAY NOT THE STRUGGLE NOUGHT AVAILETH" SAY not the struggle nought availeth, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, ΙΟ If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light, In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright. 1849. 1862. Arthur Hugh Clough. 8 12 16 SELF-DEPENDENCE WEARY of myself, and sick of asking And a look of passionate desire O'er the sea and to the stars I send: "Ye who from my childhood up have calm'd 66 me, Calm me, ah, compose me to the end! 8 Ah, once more," I cried, "ye stars, ye waters, On my heart your mighty charm renew; 66 Still, still let me, as I gaze upon you, Feel my soul becoming vast like you!" From the intense, clear, star-sown vault of heaven, Over the lit sea's unquiet way, In the rustling night-air came the answer : 12 I Wouldst thou be as these are? Live as they. 16 "Unaffrighted by the silence round them, Undistracted by the sights they see, These demand not that the things without them Yield them love, amusement, sympathy. "And with joy the stars perform their shining, And the sea its long moon-silver'd roll; 20 For self-poised they live, nor pine with noting All the fever of some differing soul. "Bounded by themselves, and unregardful 66 O air-born voice! long since, severely clear, 1852. Matthew Arnold. 24 28 32 THE FUTURE A WANDERER is man from his birth. On the breast of the river of Time; He spreads out his arms to the light, As what he sees is, so have his thoughts been, Whether he wakes Where the snowy mountainous pass, Echoing the screams of the eagles, Of the new-born clear-flowing stream; Where the river in gleaming rings Sluggishly winds through the plain; Whether in sound of the swallowing sea- So is the mind of the man. Vainly does each, as he glides, Fable and dream Of the lands which the river of Time Had left ere he woke on its breast, Or shall reach when his eyes have been closed. Only the tract where he sails ΙΟ 20 |