Well may we mourn, when the head In an age which can rear them no more. But he was a priest to us all Of the wonder and bloom of the world, Of his race is past on the earth; For oh, is it you, is it you, Moonlight, and shadow, and lake, O Charm, O Romance, that we feel, Like stars in the deep of the sky, 66 "They are here - I heard, as men heard In Mysian Ida the voice Of the Mighty Mother, or Crete, The murmur of Nature reply "Loveliness, Magic, and Grace, They are here. they are set in the world They abide and the finest of souls Has not been thrill'd by them all, Will ye not learn it, and know, Life, and Emotion, and I? "More than the singer are these. Weak is the tremor of pain That thrills in his mournfullest chord To that which once ran through his soul. Cold the elation of joy In his gladdest, airest song, To that which of old in his youth Fill'd him and made him divine. Hardly his voice at its best Gives us a sense of the awe, The vastness, the grandeur, the gloom "Ye know not yourselves and your bards, The clearest, the best, who have read Most in themselves, have beheld Less than they left unreveal'd. can ye make With marble, with color, with word, "Yourselves and your fellows ye know not and me The Mateless, the One, will ye know? When your great ones depart, will ye say All things have suffer'd a loss Nature is hid in their grave? "Race after race, man after man, Have dream'd that my secret was theirs, Have thought that I liv'd but for them, That they were my glory and joy.— They are dust, they are chang'd, they are gone. I remain." THE YOUTH OF MAN. WE, O Nature, depart: Thou survivest us: this, This, I know, is the law. Yes, but more than this, Seest us change while we live; Seest our errors depart: Watchest us, Nature, throughout, Mild and inscrutably calm. Well for us that we change! Well for us that the Power Behold, O Nature, this pair! See them to-night where they stand, Not with the halo of youth |