University of Virginia Library

LXXII
TO A STUDENT

It is enough, O straining Heart and strong,
Enough that in thy safely-garnered store
Thou hast heaped high the rich and varied lore
Of dead decades. Thou dost thy scholars wrong
To keep them waiting for the light so long.
And nature swoons. Oh, what if nevermore
The face of man looks human as of yore,
And mute for thee grows melody of song?
These things are more than learning; these are life.
The Past is grand; but is he wise who deems
All else ignoble? Spite of sound and strife,
To-day is not so barren as it seems.
Thou mightest know an angel in thy wife,
And fair child-faces looking through thy dreams.