voice

ness,

And crownings and dethronements: take withal

Thy poet's blessing, and his trust that Heaven

Will blow the tempest in the distance back From thine and ours: for some are scared, who mark,

Or wisely or unwisely, signs of storm, Waverings of every vane with every wind, And wordy trucklings to the transient hour,

And fierce or careless looseners of the faith,

And Softness breeding scorn of simple life,

Or Cowardice, the child of lust for gold, Or Labor, with a groan and not a voice, Or Art, with poisonous honey stol'n from France,

And that which knows, but careful for itself,

And that which knows not, ruling that which knows

To its own harm: the goal of this great world

Lies beyond sight: yet-if our slowlygrown

And

crown'd Republic's crowning com

tar hordes

For thrones and peoples are as waifs that

swing,

And float or fall, in endless ebb and flow;

But who love best have best the grace to know

That Love by right divine is deathless king,

Marie-Alexandrovna !

IV.

And Love has led thee to the stranger land,

Where men are bold and strongly say their say;

See, empire upon empire smiles to-day, As thou with thy young lover hand in

hand,

Alexandrovna ! So now thy fuller life is in the West, Whose hand at home was gracious to

thy poor:

Thy name was blest within the narrow door;

Here also, Marie, shall thy name be blest, Marie-Alexandrovna !

V.

Shall fears and jealous hatreds flame again?

Or at thy coming, Princess, everywhere,

The blue heaven break, and some diviner air

Breathe thro' the world and change the hearts of men,

Alexandrovna ?

But hearts that change not, love that

cannot cease,

And peace be yours, the peace of soul

in soul !

And howsoever this wild world may roll,

wife,

Alexandrovna !

peace,

Alfred Alexandrovna !

Two dead men have I known

In courtesy like to thee:

Two dead men have I loved

With a love that ever will be:

"I am the voice of the Peak, I roar and rave for I fall.

"A thousand voices go

To North, South, East, and West; They leave the heights and are troubled, And moan and sink to their rest.

"The fields are fair beside them, The chestnut towers in his bloom; But they they feel the desire of the deep

Fall, and follow their doom.

"The deep has power on the height,
And the height has power on the deep;
They are raised for ever and ever,
And sink again into sleep.'

Not raised for ever and ever,

art last of the three.

THE VOICE AND THE PEAK.

THE Voice and the Peak

Far over summit and lawn, The lone glow and long roar

The valley, the voice, the peak, the star, Pass, and are found no more.

The Peak is high and flush'd
At his highest with sunrise fire;

The peak is high, and the stars are high,
And the thought of a man is higher.

dawn!

All night have I heard the voice
Rave over the rocky bar,
But thou wert silent in heaven,
Above thee glided the star.

Hast thou no voice, O Peak,
That standest high above all?

And a height beyond the height!
Our hearing is not hearing,
And our seeing is not sight.

The voice and the Peak
Far into heaven withdrawn,
The lone glow and the long roar
Green-rushing from the rosy thrones of
dawn!