Into the sunset's turquoise marge
The moon dips, like a pearly barge;
Enchantment sails through magic seas,
To fairyland Hesperides,

Over the hills and away. At Sunset.

What magic shall solve us the secret
Of beauty that's born for an hour?

Stanza. 1.

Interpreted.

RICHARD LE GALLIENNE. 1866

Yea, howso we dream,
Or how bravely we do;

The end is the same,

Be we traitor or true:

And after the bloom

And the passion is past

Death comes at last.

'An old Man's Song.

Time's horses gallop down the lessening hill.

There's too much beauty upon this earth
For lonely men to bear.

Time flies.

A Ballad of too much Beauty.

WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY. 1869-1910.

Time softly there

Laughs through the abyss of radiance with the gods.

The Fire-Bringer. Act i.

dearest and its last

The gods despise enforced offerings.
When the heart brings its
Then only will they hear

if then, if then!

Act ii.

Hark, below, the many-voiced earth,
The chanting of the old religious trees,
Rustle of far-off waters, woven sounds
Of small and multitudinous lives awake,
Peopling the grasses and the pools with joy,
Uttering their meaning to the mystic night!

Passion is power,

The Fire-Bringer. Act ii.

And, kindly tempered, saves. All things declare
Struggle hath deeper peace than sleep can bring.
The Masque of Judgment. Act iii. Sc. 2.

EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON. 1869

He was himself and he had lost the speed
He started with, and he was left behind.

You have made

Captain Craig.

The cement of your churches out of tears
And ashes, and the fabric will not stand.

The gods are growing old;

The stars are singing Golden hair to gray
Green leaf to yellow leaf, - or chlorophyl
To xanthophyl, to be more scientific.

We are young
And we are friends of time.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

RUDYARD KIPLING. 1865

So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan; You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin'

man.

Fuzzy-Wuzzy.

'E's all 'ot sand an' ginger when alive
An' 'e's generally shammin' when 'e's dead.

Ibid.

A fool there was and he made his prayer
(Even as you and I)

To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair
(We called her the woman who did not care)
But the fool he called her his lady fair.

The tumult and the shouting dies, -
The Captains and the Kings depart,
Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,

An humble and a contrite heart.

Lest we forget - lest we forget!

Oh the road to Mandalay

Where the flyin'-fishes play

The Vampire.

Recessional.

An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer
China 'crost the Bay!

Ibid.

Mandalay.

Ship me somewhere east of Suez, where the best is like

Where there ar'n't no Ten Commandments an' a man can

the worst,

raise a thirst.

Ibid.

Oh, East is East and West is West, and never the twain

shall meet,

Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat.

Ballad of East and West.

It's Tommy this an' Tommy that an' "Chuck 'im out,

the brute"

shoot.

But it's "Savior of 'is country," when the guns begin to

Tommy.

Single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints.

Ibi.d

It's clever, but is it art? The Conundrum of the Workshops.

They've taken of his buttons off an' cut his stripes away An' they're hangin' Danny Deever in the morning.

Danny Deever.

But he could n't lie if you paid him and he'd starve be

fore he stole.

Take up the White Man's burden.

The Mary Gloster.

The White Man's Burden.

Humble because of knowledge; mighty by sacrifice.

Daughter am I in my mother's house;
But mistress in my own.

The Islanders.

Our Lady of the Snows.

When 'Omer smote 'is blooming lyre,
He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea;
An' what he thought 'e might require,
'E went an' took the same as we!

Barrack-Room Ballads. Introduction.

For the colonel's lady an' Judy O'Grady,
Are sisters under their skins.

For to admire and for to see,

For to be'old this world so wide

Ibid.

It never done no good to me

But I can't drop it if I tried.

An' I learned about women from 'er.

For to admire.

The Ladies.

And a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a

smoke.

But that's another story.

The Betrothed.

Mulvaney.

Soldiers Three.

When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are

twisted and dried,

When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest

critic has died,

We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it lie down for

Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work

an æon or two,

anew!

L'Envoi.

And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;

And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame;

But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,

Shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They Are!

L'Envoi.

ALFRED NOYES. 1880

Enough of dreams! No longer mock

The burdened hearts of men!
Not on the cloud, but on the rock.

The secret Inn.

There was music all about us, we were growing quite

forgetful

We were only singing seamen from the dirt of LondonForty singing Seamen.

town.

There's a magic in the distance, where the sea-line meets

the sky.

Ibid.

Go down to Kew in lilac-time, in lilac-time, in lilac-time; Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it is n't far from London!) And you shall wander hand in hand with love in summer's wonder-land;

Go-down to Kew in lilac-time (it is n't far from London!) The Barrel-organ.

Ye that follow the vision

Of the world's weal afar,

Have ye met with derision

And the red laugh of war?
Yet the thunder shall not hurt you
Nor the battle storms dismay;
Tho' the sun in heaven desert you
"Love will find out the way."

Love will find out the Way.