 | Studies in verse (1865) |  |
Thus the hard man: but long the widow's heart
Revolted at his insolent charity,
His heartless and didactic opulence;
But still her son was dearer than her pride.
So wrote the banker humble thanks, and told
Her children all was settled for the best,
And William in a week must face his toil.
So went the women drooping to their cares
Of preparation: otherwise the lad:
The word to go was music to his heart;
And the great voice of labour came to him
From some delicious land and city of dreams
The more delicious since it was unknown.
The instinct of the swallow hardly fledged
A month ago, that never flew beyond
The practice flights about its native eave,
To make the sea its pathway to the sun.
Revolted at his insolent charity,
His heartless and didactic opulence;
But still her son was dearer than her pride.
So wrote the banker humble thanks, and told
Her children all was settled for the best,
And William in a week must face his toil.
So went the women drooping to their cares
Of preparation: otherwise the lad:
The word to go was music to his heart;
And the great voice of labour came to him
From some delicious land and city of dreams
The more delicious since it was unknown.
The instinct of the swallow hardly fledged
A month ago, that never flew beyond
The practice flights about its native eave,
To make the sea its pathway to the sun.
| Studies in verse (1865) | |