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MY LATTICE 1
SAMSON 4
IN VIA MORTIS 9
THOR 14
THE FEUD 31
THE FRENZY OF PROMETHEUS 34
THE ABBOT 47
DION 61
LOVE SLIGHTED 72
ANDANTE 74
SORROW'S WAKING 75
ON AN OLD VENETIAN PORTRAIT 76
OLD LETTERS 78
VAN ELSEN 80
IN MEMORIAM 81
THE EVERLASTING FATHER 82
THE STING OF DEATH 84
TE JUDICE 86
THE TWO MISTRESSES 88
IN THE WOODS 89
CALVARY 90
AT LAUDS 93
IN THE CHURCHYARD 94
THE CRIPPLE 95
A NOCTURNE 96
SONNETS.
TO MY WIFE 101
A CYPRESS WREATH 102
COLUMBUS 105
IDOLS 106
SOLOMON 107
OUT OF THE STORM 108
MY LATTICE.
My lattice looks upon the North, The winds are cool that enter; At night I see the stars come forth, Arcturus in the centre.
The curtain down my casement drawn Is dewy mist, which lingers Until my maid, the rosy dawn, Uplifts it with her fingers.
The sparrows are my matin-bell, Each day my heart rejoices, When, from the trellis where they dwell, They call me with their voices.
Then, as I dream with half-shut eye, Without a sound or motion, To me that little square of sky Becomes a boundless ocean.
And straight my soul unfurls its sails That blue sky-sea to sever, My fancies are the noiseless gales That waft it on forever.
I sail into the depths of space And leave the clouds behind me, I pass the old moon's hiding-place, The sun's rays cannot find me.
I sail beyond the solar light, Beyond the constellations, Across the voids where loom in sight New systems and creations.
I pass great worlds of silent stone, Whence light and life have vanished, Which wander on to tracts unknown, In lonely exile banished.
I meet with spheres of fiery mist Which warm me as I enter, Where--ruby, gold and amethyst-- The rainbow lights concentre.
And on I sail into the vast, New wonders aye discerning, Until my mind is lost at last, And, suddenly returning,
I feel the wind which, cool as dew, Upon my face is falling, And see again my patch of blue And hear the sparrows calling.
Plunged in night, I sit alone Eyeless on this dungeon stone, Naked, shaggy and unkempt, Dreaming dreams no soul hath dreamt.
Rats and vermin round my feet Play unharmed, companions sweet; Spiders weave me overhead Silken curtains for my bed.
Day by day the mould I smell Of this fungus-blistered cell; Nightly in my haunted sleep O'er my face the lizards creep.
Gyves of iron scrape and burn Wrists and ankles when I turn, And my collared neck is raw With the teeth of brass that gnaw.
God of Israel, canst Thou see All my fierce captivity? Do Thy sinews feel my pains? Hearest Thou the clanking chains?
Thou who madest me so fair, Strong and buoyant as the air, Tall and noble as a tree, With the passions of the sea,
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