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Comrade yet a little further I would go before the night	A
Closes round and chills in darkness all the glorious sunset light	A
Yet a little by the cliff there till the stately home I see	B
Of the man who once was with us comrade once with you and me	B
Nay but leave me pass alone there stay awhile and gaze again	C
On the various jewelled waters and the dreamy southern main	D
For the evening breeze is sighing in the quiet of the hills	E
Moving down in cliff and terrace to the singing sweet sea rills	E
While the river silent stealing thro' the copse and thro' the lea	B
Winds her waveless way eternal to the welcome of the sea	B
Yes within that green clad homestead gardened grounds and velvet ease	E
Of a home where culture reigneth and the chambers whisper peace	E
Is the man the seer and singer who ah years and years away	F
Lifted up a face of gladness at the breaking of the day	F
For the noontide's desperate ardours that had seen the Roman town	G
Wrap the boy Keats by the hungry generations trodden down	G
In his death shroud with the ashes of the fairy child of storm	H
Fluttering skylark in the breakers caught and smothered by the foam	I
And had closed those eyes heroic weary for the final peace	E
Byron maimed and maddened strangled in the anguish that was Greece	E
For this noontide passed to darkness brooding doubt and wild dismay	F
Where the silly sparrows chirruped and the eagles swooped away	F
Till once more the trampled Peoples and the murdered soul of man	J
Raised a haggard face half wondering where the new born day began	J
Where the sign of Faith's renewal Faith's and Hope's and Love's outgrew	K
In the golden sun arising and we hailed it we and you	K
O you hailed it and your heart beat and your pretty woman's lays	E
In the fathomless vibration of our rapturous amaze	E
Died for ever on your harpstrings and you rose and struck a chord	L
High full clear heroic godlike for the glory of the Lord	L
Noble words you spoke we listened and we dreamed the day had come	M
When the faith of God and Christ should sound one cry with Man's freedom	M
When the men who stood beside us eager with hell's troops to cope	N
Radiant thrilled exultant proud with the magnificence of hope	N
Forward forward ran our watch word Forward forward by our side	O
You gave back the glorious summons Would that day that you had died	O
Better lying fallen death struck breathless bleeding on your face	E
With your bright sword pointing onward dying happy in your place	E
Better to have passed in spirit from the battle storm's eclipse	E
With the great Cause in your heart and with the war shout on your lips	E
Better to have fallen charging having known the nobler time	P
In the fiery cheer and impulse of our serried battle line	Q
Than to stand and watch your comrades in the hail of fire and lead	R
Up the slopes and thro' the smoke clouds thro' the dying and the dead	R
Till the sun strikes through a moment to our one victorious shout	S
On our bayonets bristling brightly as we carry the redoubt	S
O half hearted pusillanimous faltering heart and fuddled brain	D
That remembered Egypt's flesh pots and turned back and dreamed again	C
Left the plain of blood and battle for the quiet of the hills	E
And the sunny soft contentment that the woody homestead fills	E
There you sat and sang of Egypt of its sober solid graves	E
Pyramids you call them Sphinxes mortared with the blood of slaves	E
Houses streets and stately palaces the mart the regal stew	K
Where freedom broadens down so slow it stops with lords and you	K
O you mocked at our confusion O you told us of our crimes	E
Us ungentle not like warriors of the sweet idyllic times	E
Flowers of eunuch hearted kings and courts where pretty poet knights	E
Tilted gaily or slew stake armed peasants hundreds in the fights	E
O you drew the hideous picture of our bravest and our best	T
Patient martyrs desperate swordsmen for the Cause that gives not rest	T
Men of science vivisectors democrats the rout of beasts	E
Writers essayists and poets Belial's prophets Moloch's priests	E
Coward you have made the great refusal you have won the gilded praise	E
Of the wringers of his heart's blood from the peasant's sunless days	E
Of the lord and the land owner of the rich man who has bound	U
Labour on the wheel to break him strew his rent limbs on the ground	U
With a vulture eye aglare on brothers sisters that he had	V
Crying Troops and guns to shoot them if the hunger drive them mad	V
Coward faithless unbelieving that had courage but to take	W
What of pleasure and of beauty men have won for manhood's sake	W
Blustering long and loudest at the hideousness and pain	D
These you praise have brought upon us blustering long and loud again	C
At our agony and anguish in this desperate fight of ours	E
Grappling with anarch custom and the darkness and the powers	E
O begone then from among us Echo not however faint	X
Our great watch word our great war shout sweet and sickly poet saint	X
Sit there dreaming in your gardens looking out upon the sea	B
Till the night time closes round you and the wind is on the lea	B
Enter then within your chambers in the rich and quiet light	A
Never think of us who struggle in the tempest and the night	A
Soothe your fancy with your visions bend a gracious senile ear	Y
To the praise your guests are murmuring in the tone you love to hear	Y
Honoured of your Queen and honoured of the gentlest and the best	T
Lord and commoner and rich man smirking tenant shopman priest	Z
All distinguished and respectable the shiny sons of light	A
O what O what are these who call you coward in the night	A
Ay what are we who struggled for the cause of Science say	F
Darwin Huxley Spencer Hackel marshalling our stern array	F
We who raised the cry for Culture Goethe's spirit leading on	A2
Marching gladly with our captains Renan Arnold Emerson	B2
We we are not tinkers tinkers of the kettle cracked and broke	C2
Tailors squatted cross legged patching at the greasy worn out cloak	C2
We are those that faced mad Fortune cried The Truth and only she	B
Onward upward If we perish we at least will perish free	B
We have lost our souls to win them in the house and in the street	D2
Falling stabbed and poisoned making a victory of defeat	D2
We have lost the happy present we have paid death's heavy debt	E2
We have won have won the Future and its sons shall not forget	E2
Enter then within your chamber in the rich and quiet light	A
Never think of us who struggle in the tempest and the night	A
Spread your nostrils to the incense hearken to the murmured hymn	F2
Of the praising people rising from the temple fair and dim	F2
Ah but we here in the tempest we here struggling in the night	A
See the worshippers out stealing see the temple emptying quite	A
See the godhead turning ghostlike see the pride of name and fame	G2
Paling slowly sad and sickly with forgetfulness and shame	G2
Darker darker grows the night now louder louder cries the wind	H2
I can hear the dash of breakers and the deep sea moves behind	H2
I can see the ghostlike phalanx rushing on the crumbling shore	I2
Slowly but surely shattering its rampart evermore	I2
And my comrade's voice is calling and his solitary cry	J2
On the great dark swift air currents like Fate's summons sweepeth by	J2
Farewell then whom once I loved so whom a boy I thrilled to hear	Y
Urging courage and reliance loathing acquiescent fear	K2
I must leave you I must wander to a strange and distant land	L2
Facing all that Fate shall give me with her hard unequal hand	L2
I once more anew must face them toil and trouble and disease	E
But these a man may face and conquer for there waits him death and peace	E
And the freedom from dishonour and denial e'er confessed	T
Of what he knows is truest what most beautiful and best	T
O farewell then I must leave you You have chosen You are right	A
You have made the great refusal you have shunned the wind and night	A
You have won your soul and won it No not lost it as they tell	M2
Happy blest of gods and monarchs O a long a long farewell	M2
Freshwater Isle of Wight	A

Francis William Lauderdale Adams

The New Locksley Hall. "forty Years After." Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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