I know not when this hope enthralled me first, A swift-betraying vision's Gany- But from my boyhood up I loved of me Yet to have greatly dreamed pre- The tall pine-forests of the Apen cludes low ends; nine sea, Great days have ever such a morn- Murmur their hoary legends of the ing-red, they Which hearing, I in vision clear And I believed the poets; it is beheld The sudden dark of tropic night Who utter wisdom from the cen Where their own heart-beat was the only stir Of living thing that comforted the year; But the bald pillar- top of Simeon, In midnight's blankest waste, were populous, Matched with the isolation drear and deep Brought honey to the baby Jupiter, 181 of men, olet, Godlike foremusing the rough At once a new thought's king and thunder's gripe; prisoner, Then did I entertain the poet's Feeling the truer life within his song, My great Idea's guest, and, pass ing o'er That iron bridge the Tuscan built to hell, life, I heard Ulysses tell of mountain- In the ungrateful sands of sceptic Of happy Atlantis, and heard And all the sceptred spirits of 190 the past Björne's keel Crunch the gray pebbles of the Come thronging in to greet him as Vinland shore: their peer; I listened, musing, to the pro- But in the market-place's glare phecy and throng Of Nero's tutor - victim; lo, the He sits apart, an exile, and his birds brow Sing darkling, conscious of the Aches with the mocking memory climbing dawn. of its crown. 220 The inspired soul but flings his patience in, Yet to the spirit select there is no choice; He cannot say, This will I do, or And slowly that outweighs the do for God. Far on I see my lifelong enterprise, The trial still is the strength's That rose like Ganges mid the complement, freezing snows And the uncertain, dizzy path that Of a world's solitude, sweep broad Envy's harsh berries, and the Fade like a wreath of unreturning choking pool mist Of the world's scorn, are the right Before the irreversible feet of mother-milk light; To the tough hearts that pioneer And lo, with what clear omen in their kind, And break a pathway to those un known realms the east On day's gray threshold stands the eager dawn, That in the earth's broad shadow Like young Leander rosy from the Endurance is the crowning quality, Glowing at Hero's lattice! One day more These are their stay, and when the These muttering shoalbrains leave great hearts; leaden world fateful thought, the helm to me: Sets its hard face against their God, let me not in their dull ooze And brute strength, like the Gaul ish conqueror, be stranded: Let not this one frail bark, to hollow which Clangs his huge glaive down in I have dug out the pith and sinewy the other scale, heart 270 THE tower of old Saint Nicholas soared upward to the skies, Not Nature's self more freely speaks in crystal or in oak, It seemed a wondrous freak of chance, so perfect, yet so rough, Never did rock or stream or tree lay claim with better right Surge leaping after surge, the fire roared onward red as blood, From square to square with tiger leaps panted the lustful fire, And church and palace, which even now stood whelmed but to the knee, Up in his tower old Herman sat and watched with quiet look; But scarcely can he cross himself, or on his good saint call, Upon the peril's desperate peak his heart stood up sublime; His first thought was for God above, his next was for his chime; 'Sing now and make your voices heard in hymns of praise,' cried he, As did the Israelites of old, safe walking through the sea! 'Through this red sea our God hath made the pathway safe to shore; Our promised land stands full in sight; shout now as ne'er before!' And as the tower came crashing down, the bells, in clear accord, Pealed forth the grand old German hymn, -'All good souls, praise the Lord!' Then all was righteous, fair, and I shouted, but he could not hear; |