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- AMONG SCHOOL CHILDREN
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- I WALK through the long schoolroom questioning;
- A kind old nun in a white hood replies;
- The children learn to cipher and to sing,
- To study reading-books and histories,
- To cut and sew, be neat in everything
- In the best modern way -- the children's eyes
- In momentary wonder stare upon
- A sixty-year-old smiling public man.
- I dream of a Ledaean body, bent
- Above a sinking fire. a tale that she
- Told of a harsh reproof, or trivial event
- That changed some childish day to tragedy --
- Told, and it seemed that our two natures blent
- Into a sphere from youthful sympathy,
- Or else, to alter Plato's parable,
- Into the yolk and white of the one shell.
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- III
- And thinking of that fit of grief or rage
- I look upon one child or t'other there
- And wonder if she stood so at that age --
- For even daughters of the swan can share
- Something of every paddler's heritage --
- And had that colour upon cheek or hair,
- And thereupon my heart is driven wild:
- She stands before me as a living child.
- Her present image floats into the mind --
- Did Quattrocento finger fashion it
- Hollow of cheek as though it drank the wind
- And took a mess of shadows for its meat?
- And I though never of Ledaean kind
- Had pretty plumage once -- enough of that,
- Better to smile on all that smile, and show
- There is a comfortable kind of old scarecrow.
- What youthful mother, a shape upon her lap
- Honey of generation had betrayed,
- And that must sleep, shriek, struggle to escape
- As recollection or the drug decide,
- Would think her Son, did she but see that shape
- With sixty or more winters on its head,
- A compensation for the pang of his birth,
- Or the uncertainty of his setting forth?
- Plato thought nature but a spume that plays
- Upon a ghostly paradigm of things;
- Solider Aristotle played the taws
- Upon the bottom of a king of kings;
- World-famous golden-thighed Pythagoras
- Fingered upon a fiddle-stick or strings
- What a star sang and careless Muses heard:
- Old clothes upon old sticks to scare a bird.
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- VII
- Both nuns and mothers worship images,
- But thos the candles light are not as those
- That animate a mother's reveries,
- But keep a marble or a bronze repose.
- And yet they too break hearts -- O presences
- That passion, piety or affection knows,
- And that all heavenly glory symbolise --
- O self-born mockers of man's enterprise;
- VIII
- Labour is blossoming or dancing where
- The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
- Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
- Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
- O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
- Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
- O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
- How can we know the dancer from the dance?
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