. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . nd the shining daffodil dies, and the CharioteerAnd starry Gemini hang like glorious crownsOver Orions grave low down in the west,That like a silent lightning under the starsShe seemd to divide in a dream from a band of the spoke of a hope for the world in the coming wars —And in that hope, dear soul, let trouble have I tarry for thee, and pointed to MarsAs he glowd like a ruddy shield on the lyions breast. II. And it was but a dream, yet it yielded a dear delightTo have lookd, tho but in a dream, upon eyes so fair,That had been i
. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . nd the shining daffodil dies, and the CharioteerAnd starry Gemini hang like glorious crownsOver Orions grave low down in the west,That like a silent lightning under the starsShe seemd to divide in a dream from a band of the spoke of a hope for the world in the coming wars —And in that hope, dear soul, let trouble have I tarry for thee, and pointed to MarsAs he glowd like a ruddy shield on the lyions breast. II. And it was but a dream, yet it yielded a dear delightTo have lookd, tho but in a dream, upon eyes so fair,That had been in a weary world my one thing bright;And it was but a dream, yet it lightend my despair 82 Majid; When I thought that a war would arise in defence of the right,That an iron tyranny now should bend or cease,The glory of manhood stand on his ancient height,Nor Britains one sole God be the millionaire :No more shall commerce be all in all, and PeacePipe on her pastoral hillock a languid watch her harvest ripen, her herd increase,. and the cobweb wovn across the cannons throat. Nor the cannon-bullet rust on a slothful shore,And the cobweb woven across the cannons throatShall shake its threaded tears in the wind no more. And as months ran on and rumour of battle grew, It is time, it is time, O passionate heart, said I(For I cleaved to a cause that I felt to be pure and true), It is time, O passionate heart and morbid eye,That old hysterical mock-disease should die. A Monodrama. 83 And I stood on a giant deck and mixd my breathWith a loyal people shouting a battle cry,Till I saw the dreary phantom arise and flyFar into the North, and battle, and seas of death. rv. Let it go or stay, so I wake to the higher aimsOf a land that has lost for a little her lust of love of a peace that was full of wrongs and shamesHorrible, hateful, monstrous, not to be told ;And hail once more to the banner of battle unrolld !Tho many a light shall darken, and many shall weepFor those th
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