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IN MEMORIAM F. A. S.
VET, O stricken heart, remember, O remember
How of human days he lived the better part. April came to bloom and never dim
Breathed its killing chills upon the head or heart.
Doomed to know not Winter, only Spring, a being
Trod the flowery April blithely for awhile, Took his fill of music, joy of thought and seeing,
Came and stayed and went, nor ever ceased to smile.
Came and stayed and went, and now when all is finished,
You alone have crossed the melancholy stream,
Yours the pang, but his, O his, the undiminished
Undecaying gladness, undeparted dream.
All that life contains of torture, toil, and
Shame, dishonour, death, to him were but
Here, a boy, he dwelt through all the singing
And ere the day of sorrow departed as he
TO MY FATHER
EACE and her huge invasion to these shores
Puts daily home; innumerable sails
Dawn on the far horizon and draw near;
To our wild coasts, not darkling now, approach:
Not now obscure, since thou and thine art there,
And bright on the lone isle, the foundered
The long, resounding foreland, Pharos stands.
These are thy works, O father, these thy
Whether on high the air be pure, they shine Along the yellowing sunset, and all night Among the unnumbered stars of God they shine:
Or whether fogs arise and far and wide
The low sea-level drown each finds a
And all night long the tolling bell resounds:
Till the stars vanish, till the sun return,
In the first hour, the seaman in his skiff Moves through the unmoving bay, to where the town
Its earliest smoke into the air upbreathes And the rough hazels climb along the beach. To the tugg'd oar the distant echo speaks. The ship lies resting, where by reef and
Thou and thy lights have led her like a child.
This hast thou done, and I
can I be base?
I must arise, O father, and to port
Some lost, complaining seaman pilot home.
IN THE STATES
WITH half a heart I wander here
As from an age gone by
A brother - yet though young in years,
You speak another tongue than mine,
Youth shall grow great and strong and free, But age must still decay:
To-morrow for the States
England and Yesterday.