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THE NEW WORLD.
THOU, Earth, calm empire of a happy soul,
I hear: I am as a drop of dew that dies.
Thou, Moon, which gazest on the nightly Earth
Whilst each to men, and beasts, and the swift birth
I hear: I am a leaf shaken by thee!
Ye kings of suns and stars, Dæmons and Gods,
Elysian, windless, fortunate abodes
Beyond Heaven's constellated wilderness :
A VOICE FROM ABOVE.
Our great Republic hears, we are blest, and bless.
Ye happy dead, whom beams of brightest verse
A VOICE FROM BENEATH.
Or as they
Whom we have left, we change and pass away.
Ye elemental Genii, who have homes
From man's high mind even to the central stone Of sullen lead; from Heaven's star-fretted domes To the dull weed some sea-worm battens on:
A CONFUSED VOICE.
We hear thy words waken Oblivion.
Spirits, whose homes are flesh ye beasts and birds, Ye worms, and fish; ye living leaves and buds; Lightning and wind; and ye untameable herds, Meteors and mists, which throng air's solitudes :
Thy voice to us is wind among still woods.
Man, who wert once a despot and a slave;
A traveller from the cradle to the grave
Speak: thy strong words may never pass away.
This is the day, which down the void abysm
Of dead endurance, from the slippery, steep,
Gentleness, Virtue, Wisdom, and Endurance, These are the seals of that most firm assurance, Which bars the pit over Destruction's strength; And if, with infirm hand, Eternity,
Mother of many acts and hours, should free
The serpent that would clasp her with his length; These are the spells by which to re-assume
An empire o'er the disentangled doom.
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;
LIFE may change, but it may fly not;
Yet were Life a charnel where
Sent not life its soul of light,
The Sensitive Plant.
A SENSITIVE Plant in a garden grew,
And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
But none ever trembled and panted with bliss
In the garden, the field, or the wilderness,
Like a doe in the noon-tide with love's sweet want, As the companionless Sensitive Plant.
The snow-drop, and then the violet,
Arose from the ground with warm rain wet,
And their breath was mixed with fresh odour, sent
Then the pied wind-flowers and the tulip tall,