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VI.—READING A BOOK, UNDER THE CLIFF

I

“Still ailing, Wind? Wilt be appeased or no?
“Which needs the other's office, thou or I?
“Dost want to be disburthened of a woe,
“And can, in truth, my voice untie
“Its links, and let it go?

II

“Art thou a dumb wronged thing that would be righted,
“Entrusting thus thy cause to me? Forbear!
“No tongue can mend such pleadings; faith, requited
“With falsehood,—love, at last aware
“Of scorn,—hopes, early blighted,—

III

“We have them; but I know not any tone
“So fit as thine to falter forth a sorrow:
“Dost think men would go mad without a moan,
“If they knew any way to borrow
“A pathos like thy own?

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IV

“Which sigh wouldst mock, of all the sighs? The one
“So long escaping from lips starved and blue,
“That lasts while on her pallet-bed the nun
“Stretches her length; her foot comes through
“The straw she shivers on;

V

“You had not thought she was so tall: and spent,
“Her shrunk lids open, her lean fingers shut
“Close, close, their sharp and livid nails indent
“The clammy palm; then all is mute:
“That way, the spirit went.

VI

“Or wouldst thou rather that I understand
“Thy will to help me?—like the dog I found
“Once, pacing sad this solitary strand,
“Who would not take my food, poor hound,
“But whined and licked my hand.”

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VII

All this, and more, comes from some young man's pride
Of power to see,—in failure and mistake,
Relinquishment, disgrace, on every side,—
Merely examples for his sake,
Helps to his path untried:

VIII

Instances he must—simply recognize?
Oh, more than so!—must, with a learner's zeal,
Make doubly prominent, twice emphasize,
By added touches that reveal
The god in babe's disguise.

IX

Oh, he knows what defeat means, and the rest!
Himself the undefeated that shall be:
Failure, disgrace, he flings them you to test,—
His triumph, in eternity
Too plainly manifest!

X

Whence, judge if he learn forthwith what the wind
Means in its moaning—by the happy prompt

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Instinctive way of youth, I mean; for kind
Calm years, exacting their accompt
Of pain, mature the mind:

XI

And some midsummer morning, at the lull
Just about daybreak, as he looks across
A sparkling foreign country, wonderful
To the sea's edge for gloom and gloss,
Next minute must annul,—

XII

Then, when the wind begins among the vines,
So low, so low, what shall it say but this?
“Here is the change beginning, here the lines
“Circumscribe beauty, set to bliss
“The limit time assigns.”

XIII

Nothing can be as it has been before;
Better, so call it, only not the same.
To draw one beauty into our hearts' core,
And keep it changeless! such our claim;
So answered,—Never more!

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XIV

Simple? Why this is the old woe o' the world;
Tune, to whose rise and fall we live and die.
Rise with it, then! Rejoice that man is hurled
From change to change unceasingly,
His soul's wings never furled!

XV

That's a new question; still replies the fact,
Nothing endures: the wind moans, saying so;
We moan in acquiescence: there's life's pact,
Perhaps probation—do I know?
God does: endure his act!

XVI

Only, for man, how bitter not to grave
On his soul's hands' palms one fair good wise thing
Just as he grasped it! For himself, death's wave;
While time first washes—ah, the sting!—
O'er all he'd sink to save.