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They have forgotten the pathway to my door！
Something is gone from nature since they died；
And summer is not summer； nor can be。
CHAUCER
An old man in a lodge within a park；
The chamber walls depicted all around
With portraitures of huntsman； hawk； and hound。
And the hurt deer。 He listeneth to the lark；
Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark
Of painted glass in leaden lattice bound；
He listeneth and he laugheth at the sound；
Then writeth in a book like any clerk。
He is the poet of the dawn； who wrote
The Canterbury Tales； and his old age
Made beautiful with song； and as I read
I hear the crowing cock； I hear the note
Of lark and linnet； and from every page
Rise odors of ploughed field or flowery mead。
SHAKESPEARE
A vision as of crowded city streets；
With human life in endless overflow；
Thunder of thoroughfares； trumpets that blow
To battle； clamor； in obscure retreats；
Of sailors landed from their anchored fleets；
Tolling of bells in turrets； and below
Voices of children； and bright flowers that throw
O'er garden…walls their intermingled sweets！
This vision comes to me when I unfold
The volume of the Poet paramount；
Whom all the Muses loved； not one alone；
Into his hands they put the lyre of gold；
And； crowned with sacred laurel at their fount；
Placed him as Musagetes on their throne。
MILTON
I pace the sounding sea…beach and behold
How the voluminous billows roll and run；
Upheaving and subsiding； while the sun
Shines through their sheeted emerald far unrolled；
And the ninth wave； slow gathering fold by fold
All its loose…flowing garments into one；
Plunges upon the shore； and floods the dun
Pale reach of sands； and changes them to gold。
So in majestic cadence rise and fall
The mighty undulations of thy song；
O sightless bard； England's Maeonides！
And ever and anon； high over all
Uplifted； a ninth wave superb and strong；
Floods all the soul with its melodious seas。
KEATS
The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep；
The shepherd…boy whose tale was left half told！
The solemn grove uplifts its shield of gold
To the red rising moon； and loud and deep
The nightingale is singing from the steep；
It is midsummer； but the air is cold；
Can it be death？ Alas； beside the fold
A shepherd's pipe lies shattered near his sheep。
Lo！ in the moonlight gleams a marble white；
On which I read： 〃Here lieth one whose name
Was writ in water。〃 And was this the meed
Of his sweet singing？ Rather let me write：
〃The smoking flax before it burst to flame
Was quenched by death； and broken the bruised reed。〃
THE GALAXY
Torrent of light and river of the air；
Along whose bed the glimmering stars are seen
Like gold and silver sands in some ravine
Where mountain streams have left their channels bare！
The Spaniard sees in thee the pathway； where
His patron saint descended in the sheen
Of his celestial armor； on serene
And quiet nights； when all the heavens were fair。
Not this I see； nor yet the ancient fable
Of Phaeton's wild course； that scorched the skies
Where'er the hoofs of his hot coursers trod；
But the white drift of worlds o'er chasms of sable；
The star…dust that is whirled aloft and flies
From the invisible chariot…wheels of God。
THE SOUND OF THE SEA
The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep；
And round the pebbly beaches far and wide
I heard the first wave of the rising tide
Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep；
A voice out of the silence of the deep；
A sound mysteriously multiplied
As of a cataract from the mountain's side；
Or roar of winds upon a wooded steep。
So comes to us at times； from the unknown
And inaccessible solitudes of being；
The rushing of the sea…tides of the soul；
And inspirations； that we deem our own；
Are some divine foreshadowing and foreseeing
Of things beyond our reason or control。
A SUMMER DAY BY THE SEA
The sun is set； and in his latest beams
Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold；
Slowly upon the amber air unrolled；
The falling mantle of the Prophet seems。
From the dim headlands many a lighthouse gleams；
The street…lamps of the ocean； and behold；
O'erhead the banners of the night unfold；
The day hath passed into the land of dreams。
O summer day beside the joyous sea！
O summer day so wonderful and white；
So full of gladness and so full of pain！
Forever and forever shalt thou be
To some the gravestone of a dead delight；
To some the landmark of a new domain。
THE TIDES
I saw the long line of the vacant shore；
The sea…weed and the shells upon the sand；
And the brown rocks left bare on every hand；
As if the ebbing tide would flow no more。
Then heard I； more distinctly than before；
The ocean breathe and its great breast expand；
And hurrying came on the defenceless land
The insurgent waters with tumultuous roar。
All thought and feeling and desire； I said；
Love； laughter； and the exultant joy of song
Have ebbed from me forever！ Suddenly o'er me
They swept again from their deep ocean bed；
And in a tumult of delight； and strong
As youth； and beautiful as youth； upbore me。
A SHADOW
I said unto myself； if I were dead；
What would befall these children？ What would be
Their fate； who now are looking up to me
For help and furtherance？ Their lives； I said；
Would be a volume wherein I have read
But the first chapters； and no longer see
To read the rest of their dear history；
So full of beauty and so full of dread。
Be comforted； the world is very old；
And generations pass； as they have passed；
A troop of shadows moving with the sun；
Thousands of times has the old tale been told；
The world belongs to those who come the last；
They will find hope and strength as we have done。
A NAMELESS GRAVE
〃A soldier of the Union mustered out；〃
Is the inscription on an unknown grave
At Newport News； beside the salt…sea wave；
Nameless and dateless； sentinel or scout
Shot down in skirmish； or disastrous rout
Of battle； when the loud artillery drave
Its iron wedges through the ranks of brave
And doomed battalions； storming the redoubt。
Thou unknown hero sleeping by the sea
In thy forgotten grave！ with secret shame
I feel my pulses beat； my forehead burn；
When I remember thou hast given for me
All that thou hadst； thy life； thy very name；
And I can give thee nothing in return。
SLEEP
Lull me to sleep； ye winds； whose fitful sound
Seems from some faint Aeolian harp…string caught；
Seal up the hundred wakeful eyes of thought
As Hermes with his lyre in sleep profound
The hundred wakeful eyes of Argus bound；
For I