OLXXV. "LIKE A MUSICIAN." LIKE a musician that with flying finger CLXXVI. TO THE HARVEST MOON. AGAIN thou reignest in thy golden hall, Sweet orb, thou smilest from thy starry height; Earth hath fulfilled her trust through all her lands, The good man gathereth where he had sown, But I, as if my task were all unknown, CLXXVII. REMEMBER. REMEMBER me when I am gone away, It will be late to counsel then or pray. M CLXXVIII. ONE CERTAINTY. VANITY of vanities, the Preacher saith, Is man, tossed to and fro by hope and fear : To-morrow also even as one of them; And there is nothing new under the sun : Until the ancient sea of Time be run, The old thorns shall grow out of the old stem, And morning shall be cold, and twilight grey. CLXXIX. THE WORLD. By day she wooes me, soft, exceeding fair: Ripe fruits, sweet flowers, and full satiety : But through the night, a beast she grins at me, By day she stands a lie: by night she stands, With pushing horns and clawed and clutching hands. My soul to her, give her my life and youth, Till my feet, cloven too, take hold on hell. |