"THE HEAVY TROUBLE, THE BEWILDERING CARE,-MORRIS) SONG OF THE SEA. William Morris. [THIS true poet has given to the world, of late years, three carefully written works, inspired by genuine fancy and characterized by touches of deep earnest feeling-"The Legend of Arthur and Guenevere," "The Life and Death of Jason," and "The Earthly Paradise." Of the second of these, a brother poet-Algernon Charles Swinburne-not unjustly says: "This 'Jason' is a large and coherent poem, completed as conceived-the style throughout on a level with the invention. In direct narrative power, in clear forthright manner of procedure, not seemingly troubled to select, to pick, and sift, and winnow, yet never superfluous or verbose, never straggling or jarring; in these high qualities it resembles the work of Chaucer. In this poem a new thing of great price has been cast into the English treasure-house. Nor is the cutting and setting of the jewel unworthy of it-art and instinct have wrought hand in hand to its perfection." -Fortnightly Review, July 1867.1 "MEMORIES VAGUE OF HALF-FORGOTTEN THINGS, NOT TRUE OR FALSE, BUT SWEET TO THINK UPON."-MORRIS. 317 "NO GRIEF EVER BORN CAN EVER DIE IN CHANGELESS CHANGE OF SEASONS PASCING BY."-WILLIAM MORRIS. SONG OF THE SEA. BITTER sea, tumultuous sea, Full many an ill is wrought by thee! Unto the wasters of the land Thou holdest out thy wrinkled hand; As the long day of blood is done, The thin bright-eyed Phoenician Unburied, under alien skies THAT WEIGHS US DOWN WHO EARN OUR BREAD."-MORRIS. BOTH SEEM AFAR, SO FAR THE PAST ONE SEEMS,-THE GATE OF BIRTH, MADE DIM WITH MANY DREAMS, MORRIS) 318 "TWO GATES UNTO THE ROAD OF LIFE THERE ARE, WILLIAM MORRIS. SO FAR, HE THINKS NOT OF THE OTHER GATE WITHIN WHOSE SHADE THE GHOSTS OF DEAD HOPES WAIT."-MORRIS. ["O bitter sea, tumultuous sea."] Yea, whoso sees thee from his door, AND TO THE HAPPY YOUTH BOTH SEEM AFAR, BIDS US REJOICE, LEST PLEASURELESS YE DIE! WITHIN A LITTLE TIME YE MUST GO BY.(MORRIS) STRETCH FORTH YOUR HANDS, AND, WHILE YE LIVE, TAKE ALL THE GIFTS THAT LIFE MAY GIVE.'"-MORRIS. 320 LOVE WHILE YE MAY; IF TWAIN GROW INTO ONE, -(MORRIS) WILLIAM MORRIS. Because our memories shall live When folk forget the way to drive [From "The Life and Death of Jason," book iv.j "WHEN SUMMER BRINGS THE LILY AND THE ROSE, SHE BRINGS US FEAR; HER VERY DEATH SHE BRINGS THE DEPARTURE OF THE ARGONAUTS. B UT through the town few eyes were sealed by sleep ["Or the porpoise roll through changing hills and valleys of the sea."] And all unheeded did the mackerel shoal HID IN HER ANXIOUS HEART, THE FORGE OF WOES; AND DULL WITH FEAR, NO MORE THE MAVIS SINGS."-MORRIS. "O FOOLS! WHEN EACH MAN PLAYS HIS PART AND HEEDS HIS FELLOW LITTLE MORE (MORRIS) 'WHAT IS THE FOLLY YE MUST DO-(WILLIAM MORRIS) THE DEPARTURE OF THE ARGONAUTS. 321 For 'twixt the thronging people solemnly And as they went the roses rained on them From windows glorious with the well-wrought hem Were twined with flowers that the fair earth bears; So as they passed, the young men at the sight And make their sweet complainings to the night And now, the streets being passed, they reached the bay Where, by the well-built quay, long Argo lay, TO WIN SOME FELLOW-MORTAL'S HEART?"-W. MORRIS. THAN THESE BLUE WAVES THAT KISS THE SHORE TAKE HEED OF HOW THE DAISIES GROW."-MORRIS. |