II. THE ARTIST'S WAITING. Tender impatience quickening, quickening; III. COUNSELLORS. Who are chief counsellors of me? Who know Strong Sea, who mindful of Earth's ancient woe And next the serene Sky, whether he ring With flawless blue a wilderness, or show Tranced in the Twilight's arms his fair child-star ; Third of the three, eldest and lordliest, Love, all whose wings are wide above my head, Whose eyes are clearer heavens, whose lips have said Low words more rare than the quired sea-songs are, O Love, high things and stern thou counsellest. IV. EVENING. Light ebbs from off the Earth; the fields are strange, Dusk, trackless, tenantless; now the mute sky And no wind will yon sunken clouds derange, No glory enrapture them; from cot or grange Ah! now the Day is gone, and tyrannous Light, V. JOY. Spring-tides of Pleasure in the blood, keen thrill Look! the wind quickens, and the long waves gleam The dank piled weed, the sand-waste grey and still. Of dreadful light; life's one imperative way; F VI. OCEAN. More than bare mountains 'neath a naked sky, When clouds are riven, or the most sacred light But thou art terrible, with the unrevealed And thy lone life is passionate and deep. |