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- VACILLATION
- I
- BETWEEN extremities
- Man runs his course;
- A brand, or flaming breath.
- Comes to destroy
- All those antinomies
- Of day and night;
- The body calls it death,
- The heart remorse.
- But if these be right
- What is joy?
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- II
- A tree there is that from its topmost bough
- Is half all glittering flame and half all green
- Abounding foliage moistened with the dew;
- And half is half and yet is all the scene;
- And half and half consume what they renew,
- And he that Attis' image hangs between
- That staring fury and the blind lush leaf
- May know not what he knows, but knows not grief
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- III
- Get all the gold and silver that you can,
- Satisfy ambition, animate
- The trivial days and ram them with the sun,
- And yet upon these maxims meditate:
- All women dote upon an idle man
- Although their children need a rich estate;
- No man has ever lived that had enough
- Of children's gratitude or woman's love.
- No longer in Lethean foliage caught
- Begin the preparation for your death
- And from the fortieth winter by that thought
- Test every work of intellect or faith,
- And everything that your own hands have wrought
- And call those works extravagance of breath
- That are not suited for such men as come
- proud, open-eyed and laughing to the tomb.
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- IV
- My fiftieth year had come and gone,
- I sat, a solitary man,
- In a crowded London shop,
- An open book and empty cup
- On the marble table-top.
- While on the shop and street I gazed
- My body of a sudden blazed;
- And twenty minutes more or less
- It seemed, so great my happiness,
- That I was blessed and could bless.
- Although the summer Sunlight gild
- Cloudy leafage of the sky,
- Or wintry moonlight sink the field
- In storm-scattered intricacy,
- I cannot look thereon,
- Responsibility so weighs me down.
- Things said or done long years ago,
- Or things I did not do or say
- But thought that I might say or do,
- Weigh me down, and not a day
- But something is recalled,
- My conscience or my vanity appalled.
- A rivery field spread out below,
- An odour of the new-mown hay
- In his nostrils, the great lord of Chou
- Cried, casting off the mountain snow,
- "Let all things pass away.'
- Wheels by milk-white asses drawn
- Where Babylon or Nineveh
- Rose; some conquer drew rein
- And cried to battle-weary men,
- "Let all things pass away.'
- From man's blood-sodden heart are sprung
- Those branches of the night and day
- Where the gaudy moon is hung.
- What's the meaning of all song?
- "Let all things pass away.'
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- VII
- i{The Soul}. Seek out reality, leave things that seem.
- i{The Heart.} What, be a singer born and lack a theme?
- i{The Soul.} Isaiah's coal, what more can man desire?
- i{The Heart.} Struck dumb in the simplicity of fire!
- i{The Soul.} Look on that fire, salvation walks within.
- i{The Heart.} What theme had Homer but original sin?
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- VIII
- Must we part, Von Hugel, though much alike, for we
- Accept the miracles of the saints and honour sanctity?
- The body of Saint Teresa lies undecayed in tomb,
- Bathed in miraculous oil, sweet odours from it come,
- Healing from its lettered slab. Those self-same hands
- perchance
- Eternalised the body of a modern saint that once
- Had scooped out pharaoh's mummy. I -- though heart
- might find relief
- Did I become a Christian man and choose for my belief
- What seems most welcome in the tomb -- play a pre-
- destined part.
- Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.
- The lion and the honeycomb, what has Scripture said?
- So get you gone, Von Hugel, though with blessings on
- your head. 0084
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