A piercing pain, a killing sin, From THE COLLAR BY GEORGE HERBERT I struck the board and cry'd, "No more; What, shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free; free as the road, Have I no bayes to crown it, No flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted, Not so, my heart; but there is fruit, Recover all thy sigh-blown age On double pleasures; leave thy cold dispute Which pettie thoughts have made; and made to thee And be thy law, While thou didst wink and wouldst not see. I will abroad. Call in thy death's-head there, tie up thy fears; To suit and serve his need Deserves his load. AN OLD SONG RESUNG BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears. A Selection from THE POEM OF JOYS BY WALT WHITMAN .. O the joy of my spirit! it is uncaged! it darts like lightning! It is not enough to have this globe, or a certain time— I will have thousands of globes, and all time . . . O something pernicious and dread! Something far away from a puny and pious life! Something escaped from the anchorage, and driving free .. ... O to realize space! The plenteousness of all-that there are no bounds; To emerge, and be of the sky-of the sun and moon, and the flying clouds, as one with them. O the joy of a manly self-hood! Personality to be servile to none-to defer to nonenot to any tyrant, known or unknown, To walk with erect carriage, a step springy and elastic, To confront with your personality all the other personalities of the earth .. O, while I live, to be the ruler of life-not a slave, To meet life as a powerful conqueror, No fumes-no ennui-no more complaints, or scornful criticisms O, to sail to sea in a ship! To leave this steady and unendurable land! To leave the tiresome sameness of the streets, the sidewalks and the houses; To leave you, O solid and motionless land, and enter ing a ship, To sail, and sail, and sail. O to have my life henceforth a poem of new joys! To dance, clap hands, exult, shout, skip, leap, roll on, float on, To be a sailor of the world, bound for all ports, A ship itself, (see, indeed these sails I spread to the sun and air,) A swift and swelling ship, full of rich words-full of joys. From PASSAGE TO INDIA BY WALT WHITMAN Passage to more than India! O secret of the earth and sky! Of you, O waters of the sea! O winding creeks and rivers! Of you, O woods and fields! Of you, strong mountains of my land! Of you, O prairies, Of you, gray rocks, O morning red! O clouds! O rains and snows! O day and night, passage to you! O sun and moon, and all you stars! Sirius and Jupiter! Passage to you! Passage-immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor! Cut the hawsers-haul out-shake out every sail! Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough? Have we not grovell'd here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes? Have we not darken'd and dazed ourselves with books long enough? Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only! Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me; For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all. O my brave soul! O farther, farther sail! O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God? O farther, farther, farther sail! |