Poems; with introdby Richard Garnett and illusby Byam Shaw . fires from God : nor would my fleshhave shrunkFrom seconding my soul, with eyes upliftAnd wide to Heaven, or, straight likethunder, sunkTo the centre, of an instant; or around Turned calmly and inquisitive, to scanThe license and the limit, space and boundAllowed to Truth made visible in , like that youth ye praise so, all I saw. Over the canvass could my hand have face obedient to its passions law. Each passion clear proclaimed without a tongue ;Whether Hope rose at once in all the blood, A-tiptoe for the blessing
Poems; with introdby Richard Garnett and illusby Byam Shaw . fires from God : nor would my fleshhave shrunkFrom seconding my soul, with eyes upliftAnd wide to Heaven, or, straight likethunder, sunkTo the centre, of an instant; or around Turned calmly and inquisitive, to scanThe license and the limit, space and boundAllowed to Truth made visible in , like that youth ye praise so, all I saw. Over the canvass could my hand have face obedient to its passions law. Each passion clear proclaimed without a tongue ;Whether Hope rose at once in all the blood, A-tiptoe for the blessing of Rapture drooped the eyes, as when her broodPull down the nesting doves heart to its Confidence lit swift the forehead up, And locked the mouth fast, like a castle braved,—O Human faces, hath it spilt, my cup? What did ye give me that I have not saved ?Nor will I say I have not dreamed (how well!) Of going—I, in each new picture,—, making new hearts beat and bosoms swell,To Pope or Kaiser, East, West, South or North, 68. PICTOR IGNOTUS Bound for the calmly satisfied great State, Or glad aspiring little burgh, it went,Flowers cast upon the car which bore the freight, Through old streets named afresh from its event,Till it reached home, where learned Age should greet My face, and Youth, the star not yet distinctAbove his hair, lie yearning at my feet!— Oh, thus to live, I and my picture, linkedWith love about, and praise, till life should end, And then not go to Heaven, but linger here,Here on my earth, earths every man my friend,— The thought grew frightful, twas so wildly dear!But a voice changed it! Glimpses of such sights Have scared me, like the revels thro a doorOf some strange House of Idols at its rites ; This world seemed not the world it was before!Mixed with my loving trusting ones there trooped . . Who summoned those cold faces that begunTo press on me and judge me ? Tho I stooped Shrinking, as from the soldiery a nun,They drew
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