CLXXX. VANITY OF VANITIES. AП, woe is me for pleasure that is vain, Is blown, making the sun and moon aghast, And showering down the stars like sudden rain. And evermore men shall go fearfully, Bending beneath their weight of heaviness; And ancient men shall lie down wearily, And strong men shall rise up in weariness ; Yea, even the young shall answer sighingly, Saying one to another: How vain it is! CLXXXI. LOVE LIES BLEEDING. LOVE that is dead and buried, yesterday But felt my quickened heart leap in its place; Caught afterglow thrown back from long set days, Caught echoes of all music passed away. Was this indeed to meet ?-I mind me yet In youth we met when hope and love were quick, Remembering, loving, hopeless, weak to strive : Was this to meet? Not so, we have not met. CLXXXII. SIBYLLA PALMIFERA. UNDER the arch of Life, where love and death, Hers are the eyes which, over and beneath, The sky and sea bend on thee,-which can draw, By sea or sky or woman, to one law, The allotted bondman of her palm and wreath. This is that Lady Beauty, in whose praise Thy voice and hand shake still-long known to thee By flying hair and fluttering hem,―the beat Following her daily of thy heart and feet, How passionately and irretrievably, In what fond flight, how many ways and days ! CLXXXIII. FOR A VENETIAN PASTORAL. BY GIORGIONE. (In the Louvre.) WATER, for anguish of the solstice :-nay, Now the hand trails upon the viol-string Is cool against her naked side? Let be: CLXXXIV. ON REFUSAL OF AID BETWEEN NATIONS. NOT that the earth is changing, O my God! Weighs in thine hand to smite thy world; though now Beneath thine hand so many nations bow, So many kings:-not therefore, O my God! But because Man is parcelled out in men No man not stricken asks, 'I would be told Why thou dost strike;' but his heart whispers then, 'He is he, I am I.' By this we know That the earth falls asunder, being old. |