. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . falHng on the foemans ground,When the ranks are roUd in vapour, and the winds are laid with sound. But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honour feels,And the nations do but murmur, snarling at each others heels. Can I but relive in sadness ? I will turn that earlier me from my deep emotion, O thou wondrous Mother Age ! Make me feel the wild pulsation that I felt before the strife,When I heard my days before me, and the tumult of my life ; Yearning for the large excitement that the coming years would hearted as a boy wh
. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . falHng on the foemans ground,When the ranks are roUd in vapour, and the winds are laid with sound. But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honour feels,And the nations do but murmur, snarling at each others heels. Can I but relive in sadness ? I will turn that earlier me from my deep emotion, O thou wondrous Mother Age ! Make me feel the wild pulsation that I felt before the strife,When I heard my days before me, and the tumult of my life ; Yearning for the large excitement that the coming years would hearted as a boy when first he leaves his fathers field. And at night along the dusky highway near and nearer in heaven the light of I,ondon flaring like a dreary dawn ; 126 Locksley Hall. And liis spirit leaps within him to be gone before him then,Underneath the light he looks at, in among the throngs of men : Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new :That which they have done but earnest of the things that the3 shall do :. LIGHT OF LONDON. For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see,Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails,Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Locksley Hall. 12^ Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and thereraind a ghastly dew From the nations airy navies grappling i:i the cen-tral blue ; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm,With the standards of the peoples plunging thro the thunder-storm ; Till the war-drum throbbd no longer, and the battle-flags were furldIn the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fret-ful realm in awe. And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universallaw. So I triumphd ere my passion sweeping thro me left me dry,Left nae with the palsied heart, and left me with the jaundiced eye ; Eye, to which all order festers, all thing
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