No more shall commerce be all in all, and Peace 3 And as months ran on and rumor of battle grew, It is time, it is time, O passionate heart,' said I (For I cleaved to a cause that I felt to be pure and true), breath 'It is time, O passionate heart and morbid eye, 4. Let it go or stay, so I wake to the higher aims Of a land that has lost for a little her lust of gold, And love of a peace that was full of wrongs and shames, Horrible, hateful, monstrous, not to be told; And hail once more to the banner of battle unroll'd! Tho' many a light shall darken, and many shall weep For those that are crush'd in the clash of jarring claims, Yet God's just doom shall be wreak'd on a giant liar; And many a darkness into the light shall leap, And shine in the sudden making of splendid names, And noble thought be freer under the sun, And the heart of a people beat with one desire; For the long, long canker of peace is over and done; And now by the side of the Black and the Baltic deep, And deathful-grinning mouths of the fortress, flames The blood-red blossom of war with a heart of fire. THE BROOK; AN IDYL. 'HERE, by this brook, we parted; I to the East And he for Italy too late too late: One whom the strong sons of the world despise ; And mellow metres more than cent for cent; O had he lived! In our school-books we say, They flourish'd then or then; but life in him Could scarce be said to flourish, only touch'd Prattling the primrose fancies of the boy, To me that loved him; for "O brook," he says, "O babbling brook," says Edmund in his rhyme, "Whence come you?" and the brook, why not? replies. I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, And half a hundred bridges. |