Satisfied with what you bring, But when doubt and fear are fled, Tell the speedwell courage take, 70 80 90 100 And Pan by noon and Bacchus by night, The ivy falls with the Bacchanal's hair Her bright breast shortening into sighs; THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE Here, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams; 32 40 48 56 If all the flowers of all the fields on earth By wonder-working summer were made one, Its fragrance were not sweeter in the sun, Its treasure-house of leaves were not more worth Than those wherefrom thy light of musing mirth Shone, till each leaf whereon thy pen would run Breathed life, and all its breath was benison. Beloved beyond all names of English birth, More dear than mightier memories; gentlest name That ever clothed itself with flower-sweet fame, Or linked itself with loftiest names of old II By right and might of loving; I, that am Less than the least of those within thy fold, Give only thanks for them to thee, Charles Lamb. BEN JONSON Broad-based, broad-fronted, bounteous, multiform, With many a valley impleached with ivy and vine, Wherein the springs of all the streams run wine, And many a crag full-faced against the storm, The mountain where thy Muse's feet made warm Those lawns that revelled with her dance divine Shines yet with fire as it was wont to shine From tossing torches round the dance a-swarm. Nor less, high-stationed on the grey grave heights, High-thoughted seers with heaven's heart-kindling lights ΙΟ Hold converse: and the herd of meaner things Knows or by fiery scourge or fiery shaft When wrath on thy broad brows has risen, and laughed Darkening thy soul with shadow of thunderous wings. HOPE AND FEAR Beneath the shadow of dawn's aërial cope, 7 |