. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. ations,and pigmy spites of the villagespire; Vows that will last to the last death-ruckle, and vows that are snaptin a moment of fire ; XIV He that has lived for the lust of theminute, and died in the doingit, flesh without mind ; He that has naild all flesh to theCross, till Self died out in thelove of his kind; Spring and Summer and Autumn andWinter, and all these old revo-lutions of earth; All new-old revolutions of Empire —change of the tide — what is allof it worth ? XVI What the philosophies, all the sciences,poesy, varying voices
. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. ations,and pigmy spites of the villagespire; Vows that will last to the last death-ruckle, and vows that are snaptin a moment of fire ; XIV He that has lived for the lust of theminute, and died in the doingit, flesh without mind ; He that has naild all flesh to theCross, till Self died out in thelove of his kind; Spring and Summer and Autumn andWinter, and all these old revo-lutions of earth; All new-old revolutions of Empire —change of the tide — what is allof it worth ? XVI What the philosophies, all the sciences,poesy, varying voices of prayer, All that is noblest, all that is basest,all that is filthy with all that isfair? What is it all, if we all of us end but in being our own corpse-coffins at last ?Swallowd in Vastness, lost in Silence, drownd in the deeps of a mean- ingless Past ? XVIII What but a murmur of gnats in thegloom, or a moments anger ofbees in their hive ? — Peace, let it be ! for I loved him, andlove him for ever: the deadare not dead but alive. THE RING 669. James Russell Lowell THE RING®ebicatet> to tht *£on. 3f# ttuften HotoeH MIRIAM AND HER FATHERmiriam (singing). Mellow moon of heaven, Bright in blue,Moon of married hearts, Hear me, you ! Twelve times in the year Bring me bliss,Globing honey moons Bright as this. Moon, you fade at timesFrom the night. ic Young again you growOut of sight. Silver crescent-curve, Coming soon,Globe again, and make Honey moon. Shall not my love last. Moon, with you,For ten thousand years Old and new ? FATHER. Aud who was lie with such lovedrunken eyes 670 DEMETER AND OTHER POEMS They made a thousand honey moons of one ? MIRIAM. The prophet of his own, my Hubert — hisThe words, and mine the setting. 4 Air and words,Said Hubert, when I sang the song, are brideAnd bridegroom. Does it please you ? FATHER. Mainly, child,Because I hear your mothers voice in —, why, you shiver tho the wind is westWith all the warmth of summer. MIRIAM. Wel
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