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On larks。  The sedentary clerk

All morning with a diligent pen

Murders the babes of other men;

And like the beasts of wood and park;

Protects his whelps; defends his den。



Unshamed the narrow aim I hold;

I feed my sheep; patrol my fold;

Breathe war on wolves and rival flocks;

A pious outlaw on the rocks

Of God and morning; and when time

Shall bow; or rivals break me; climb

Where no undubbed civilian dares;

In my war harness; the loud stairs

Of honour; and my conqueror

Hail me a warrior fallen in war。





Vailima。





XXXIX … TROPIC RAIN





AS the single pang of the blow; when the metal is mingled well;

Rings and lives and resounds in all the bounds of the bell;

So the thunder above spoke with a single tongue;

So in the heart of the mountain the sound of it rumbled and clung。



Sudden the thunder was drowned … quenched was the levin light …

And the angel…spirit of rain laughed out loud in the night。

Loud as the maddened river raves in the cloven glen;

Angel of rain! you laughed and leaped on the roofs of men;



And the sleepers sprang in their beds; and joyed and feared as you fell。

You struck; and my cabin quailed; the roof of it roared like a bell。

You spoke; and at once the mountain shouted and shook with brooks。

You ceased; and the day returned; rosy; with virgin looks。



And methought that beauty and terror are only one; not two;

And the world has room for love; and death; and thunder; and dew;

And all the sinews of hell slumber in summer air;

And the face of God is a rock; but the face of the rock is fair。

Beneficent streams of tears flow at the finger of pain;

And out of the cloud that smites; beneficent rivers of rain。





Vailima。





XL … AN END OF TRAVEL





LET now your soul in this substantial world

Some anchor strike。  Be here the body moored; …

This spectacle immutably from now

The picture in your eye; and when time strikes;

And the green scene goes on the instant blind …

The ultimate helpers; where your horse to…day

Conveyed you dreaming; bear your body dead。





Vailima





XLI





WE uncommiserate pass into the night

From the loud banquet; and departing leave

A tremor in men's memories; faint and sweet

And frail as music。  Features of our face;

The tones of the voice; the touch of the loved hand;

Perish and vanish; one by one; from earth:

Meanwhile; in the hall of song; the multitude

Applauds the new performer。  One; perchance;

One ultimate survivor lingers on;

And smiles; and to his ancient heart recalls

The long forgotten。  Ere the morrow die;

He too; returning; through the curtain comes;

And the new age forgets us and goes on。





XLII





SING me a song of a lad that is gone;

Say; could that lad be I?

Merry of soul he sailed on a day

Over the sea to Skye。



Mull was astern; Rum on the port;

Eigg on the starboard bow;

Glory of youth glowed in his soul:

Where is that glory now?



Sing me a song of a lad that is gone;

Say; could that lad be I?

Merry of soul he sailed on a day

Over the sea to Skye。



Give me again all that was there;

Give me the sun that shone!

Give me the eyes; give me the soul;

Give me the lad that's gone!



Sing me a song of a lad that is gone;

Say; could that lad be I?

Merry of soul he sailed on a day

Over the sea to Skye。



Billow and breeze; islands and seas;

Mountains of rain and sun;

All that was good; all that was fair;

All that was me is gone。





XLIII … TO S。 R。 CROCKETT (On receiving a Dedication)





BLOWS the wind to…day; and the sun and the rain are flying;

Blows the wind on the moors to…day and now;

Where about the graves of the martyrs the whaups are crying;

My heart remembers how!



Grey recumbent tombs of the dead in desert places;

Standing stones on the vacant wine…red moor;

Hills of sheep; and the howes of the silent vanished races;

And winds; austere and pure:



Be it granted me to behold you again in dying;

Hills of home! and to hear again the call;

Hear about the graves of the martyrs the peewees crying;

And hear no more at all。





Vailima。





XLIV … EVENSONG





THE embers of the day are red

Beyond the murky hill。

The kitchen smokes: the bed

In the darkling house is spread:

The great sky darkens overhead;

And the great woods are shrill。

So far have I been led;

Lord; by Thy will:

So far I have followed; Lord; and wondered still。



The breeze from the enbalmed land

Blows sudden toward the shore;


And claps my cottage door。

I hear the signal; Lord … I understand。

The night at Thy command

Comes。  I will eat and sleep and will not question more。





Vailima。









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