To the pangs of desire;

To the heart by courage and might
Escaped from hell,

From the torment of raging fire,
From the sighs of the drowning main,
From shipwreck of fear and pain,
From the terror of night.

2

All mankind by Love shall be banded
To combat Evil, the many-handed:
For the spirit of man on beauty feedeth,
The airy fancy he heedeth,

He regardeth Truth in the heavenly height,
In changeful pavilions of loveliness dight,
The sovran sun that knows not the night;
He loveth the beauty of earth,

And the sweet birds' mirth;

And out of his heart there falleth

A melody-making river

Of passion, that runneth ever

To the ends of the earth and crieth,

That yearneth and calleth;

And Love from the heart of man

To the heart of man replieth:

On the wings of desire

Love cometh to Love.

VI

I

To me, to me, fair hearted Goddess, come,

To Sorrow come,

Where by the grave I linger dumb;

With sorrow bow thine head,

For all my beauty is dead,

Leave Freedom's vaunt and playful thought awhile,
Come with thine unimpassioned smile

Of heavenly peace, and with thy fourfold choir
Of fair uncloying harmony

Unveil the palaces where man's desire
Keepeth celestial solemnity.

2

Lament, fair hearted queen, lament with me:
For when thy seer died no song was sung,
Nor for our heroes fal'n by land or sea
Hath honour found a tongue :

Nor aught of beauty for their tomb can frame
Worthy their noble name.

Let Mirth go bare: make mute thy dancing string:
With thy majestic consolation

Sweeten our suffering.

Speak thou my woe; that from her pain

My spirit arise to see again

The Truth unknown that keeps our faith,
The Beauty unseen that bates our breath,
The heaven that doth our joy renew,
And drinketh up our tears as dew.

VII

DIRGE

Man born of desire

Cometh out of the night,
A wandering spark of fire,
A lonely word of eternal thought
Echoing in chance and forgot.

I

He seeth the sun,

He calleth the stars by name,

He saluteth the flowers.-
Wonders of land and sea,
The mountain towers

Of ice and air

He seeth, and calleth them fair:
Then he hideth his face ;-
Whence he came to pass away
Where all is forgot,
Unmade-lost for aye

With the things that are not.

2

He striveth to know,
To unravel the Mind
That veileth in horror:
He wills to adore.

In wisdom he walketh
And loveth his kind;

His labouring breath
Would keep evermore :

Then he hideth his face ;--
Whence he came to pass away
Where all is forgot,

Unmade-lost for aye

With the things that are not.

3

He dreameth of beauty,

He seeks to create

Fairer and fairer

To vanquish his Fate;

No hindrance he—

No curse will brook,

He maketh a law

No ill shall be:

Then he hideth his face ;

Whence he came to pass away
Where all is forgot,

Unmade-lost for aye

With the things that are not.

VIII

Rejoice, ye dead, where'er your spirits dwell,
Rejoice that yet on earth your fame is bright,
And that your names, remember'd day and night,
Live on the lips of those who love you well.

'Tis ye that conquer'd have the powers of Heli
Each with the special grace of your delight;
Ye are the world's creators, and by might
Alone of Heavenly love ye did excel.

Now ye are starry names
Behind the sun ye climb
To light the glooms of Time
With deathless flames.

IX

Open for me the gates of delight,
The gates of the garden of man's desire;
Where spirits touch'd by heavenly fire

Have planted the trees of life.---
Their branches in beauty are spread,
Their fruit divine

To the nations is given for bread,

And crush'd into wine.

To thee, O man, the sun his truth hath given,
The moon hath whisper'd in love her silvery dreams;

Night hath unlockt the starry heaven,

The sea the trust of his streams:

And the rapture of woodland spring
Is stay'd in its flying;
And Death cannot sting
Its beauty undying.

Fear and Pity disentwine

Their aching beams in colours fine;
Pain and woe forgo their might.
After darkness thy leaping sight,
After dumbness thy dancing sound,
After fainting thy heavenly flight,
After sorrow thy pleasure crown'd:
O enter the garden of thy delight,
Thy solace is found.

X

To us, O Queen of sinless grace,
Now at our prayer unveil thy face:
Awake again thy beauty free;

Return and make our Graces three.

And with our thronging strength to the ends of the earth Thy myriad-voiced loveliness go forth,

To lead o'er all the world's wide ways

God's everlasting praise,

And every heart inspire

With the joy of man in the beauty of Love's desire.