Hollow smile and frozen sneer Come not here.

The flowers would faint at your cruel cheer.

In the heart of the garden the merry bird chants,

It would fall to the ground if you came in.

TENNYSON.

LOCKSLEY HALL.

COMRADES, leave me here a little,

while as yet 'tis early morn: Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the buglehorn.

'Tis the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews call. Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Locksley Hall;

Locksley Hall, that in the distance

overlooks the sandy tracts, And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cataracts.

Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West.

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising through the mellow shade,

Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.

Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of time;

When the centuries behind me like a

fruitful land reposed; When I clung to all the present for the promise that it closed;

Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands;

Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands.

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.

Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper thronged my pulses with the fulness of the Spring.

Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rained a ghastly

dew From the nations' airy navies grap

pling in the central blue;

Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging through the thunderstorm;

Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and the battle-flags were furled

In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world.

There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe,

And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapped in universal law.

So I triumphed ere my passion sweeping through me left me dry,

Left me with the palsied heart, and left me with the jaundiced eye;

Eye, to which all order festers, all

things here are out of joint: Science moves, but slowly, slowly, creeping on from point to point:

Slowly comes a hungry people, as a

lion, creeping nigher, Glares at one that nods and winks

behind a slowly-dying fire.

Yet I doubt not through the ages

one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the

suns.

What is that to him that reaps not harvest of his youthful joys, Though the deep heat of existence beat forever like a boy's?

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lin

gers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast,

Full of sad experience, moving toward the stillness of his rest.

Hark, my merry comrades call me, sounding on the bugle-horn, They to whom my foolish passion were a target for their scorn:

Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a mouldered string? I am shamed through all my nature to have loved so slight a thing.

Weakness to be wroth with weakness! woman's pleasure, woman's pain

Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain:

Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, matched with mine,

Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine

Here at least, where nature sickens,

nothing. Ah, for some retreat Deep in yonder shining Orient, where my life began to beat;

Where in wild Mahratta-battle fell my father evil-starred ;I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncle's ward.

Or to burst all links of habit- there to wander far away,

On from island unto island at the gateways of the day.

Larger constellations burning, mellow moons and happy skies, Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster, knots of Paradise. Never comes the trader, never floats an European flag,

Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland, swings the trailer from the crag;

Droops the heavy-blossomed bower, hangs the heavy-fruited treeSummer isles of Eden lying in darkpurple spheres of sea.