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To die be given us or attain	A
Fierce work it were to do again	B
So pilgrims bound for Mecca pray'd	C
At burning noon so warriors said	D
Scarf'd with the cross who watch'd the miles	E
Of dust that wreath'd their struggling files	E
Down Lydian mountains so when snows	F
Round Alpine summits eddying rose	F
The Goth bound Rome wards so the Hun	G
Crouch'd on his saddle when the sun	G
Went lurid down o'er flooded plains	H
Through which the groaning Danube strains	H
To the drear Euxine so pray all	I
Whom labours self ordain'd enthrall	I
Because they to themselves propose	F
On this side the all common close	J
A goal which gain'd may give repose	F
So pray they and to stand again	B
Where they stood once to them were pain	A
Pain to thread back and to renew	K
Past straits and currents long steer'd through	K
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But milder natures and more free	L
Whom an unblam'd serenity	L
Hath freed from passions and the state	M
Of struggle these necessitate	M
Whom schooling of the stubborn mind	N
Hath made or birth hath found resign'd	N
These mourn not that their goings pay	O
Obedience to the passing day	O
These claim not every laughing Hour	P
For handmaid to their striding power	P
Each in her turn with torch uprear'd	O
To await their march and when appear'd	O
Through the cold gloom with measur'd race	Q
To usher for a destin'd space	Q
Her own sweet errands all foregone	R
The too imperious Traveller on	S
These Fausta ask not this nor thou	T
Time's chafing prisoner ask it now	T
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We left just ten years since you say	O
That wayside inn we left to day	O
Our jovial host as forth we fare	U
Shouts greeting from his easy chair	U
High on a bank our leader stands	V
Reviews and ranks his motley hands	V
Makes clear our goal to every eye	W
The valley's western boundary	L
A gate swings to our tide hath flow'd	O
Already from the silent road	O
The valley pastures one by one	G
Are threaded quiet in the sun	G
And now beyond the rude stone bridge	X
Slopes gracious up the western ridge	X
Its woody border and the last	O
Of its dark upland farms is past	O
Cool farms with open lying stores	Y
Under their burnish'd sycamores	Y
All past and through the trees we glide	O
Emerging on the green hill side	O
There climbing hangs a far seen sign	Z
Our wavering many colour'd line	Z
There winds upstreaming slowly still	I
Over the summit of the hill	I
And now in front behold outspread	O
Those upper regions we must tread	O
Mild hollows and clear heathy swells	Y
The cheerful silence of the fells	Y
Some two hours' march with serious air	U
Through the deep noontide heats we fare	U
The red grouse springing at our sound	O
Skims now and then the shining ground	O
No life save his and ours intrudes	Y
Upon these breathless solitudes	Y
O joy again the farms appear	A2
Cool shade is there and rustic cheer	A2
There springs the brook will guide us down	B2
Bright comrade to the noisy town	B2
Lingering we follow down we gain	A
The town the highway and the plain	A
And many a mile of dusty way	O
Parch'd and road worn we made that day	O
But Fausta I remember well	I
That as the balmy darkness fell	I
We bath'd our hands with speechless glee	L
That night in the wide glimmering Sea	L
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Once more we tread this self same road	O
Fausta which ten years since we trod	O
Alone we tread it you and I	W
Ghosts of that boisterous company	L
Here where the brook shines near its head	O
In its clear shallow turf fring'd bed	O
Here whence the eye first sees far down	B2
Capp'd with faint smoke the noisy town	B2
Here sit we and again unroll	L
Though slowly the familiar whole	L
The solemn wastes of heathy hill	L
Sleep in the July sunshine still	L
The self same shadows now as then	B
Play through this grassy upland glen	B
The loose dark stones on the green way	O
Lie strewn it seems where then they lay	O
On this mild bank above the stream	C2
You crush them the blue gentians gleam	C2
Still this wild brook the rushes cool	L
The sailing foam the shining pool	L
These are not chang'd and we you say	O
Are scarce more chang'd in truth than they	O
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The Gipsies whom we met below	L
They too have long roam'd to and fro	L
They ramble leaving where they pass	Y
Their fragments on the cumber'd grass	Y
And often to some kindly place	Y
Chance guides the migratory race	Y
Where though long wanderings intervene	D2
They recognize a former scene	D2
The dingy tents are pitch'd the fires	Y
Give to the wind their wavering spires	Y
In dark knots crouch round the wild flame	E2
Their children as when first they came	E2
They see their shackled beasts again	B
Move browsing up the grey wall'd lane	A
Signs are not wanting which might raise	Y
The ghosts in them of former days	Y
Signs are not wanting if they would	O
Suggestions to disquietude	O
For them for all Time's busy touch	F2
While it mends little troubles much	F2
Their joints grow stiffer but the year	A2
Runs his old round of dubious cheer	A2
Chilly they grow yet winds in March	G2
Still sharp as ever freeze and parch	G2
They must live still and yet God knows	Y
Crowded and keen the country grows	Y
It seems as if in their decay	O
The Law grew stronger every day	O
So might they reason so compare	U
Fausta times past with times that are	H2
But no they rubb'd through yesterday	O
In their hereditary way	O
And they will rub through if they can	I2
To morrow on the self same plan	I2
Till death arrives to supersede	O
For them vicissitude and need	O
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The Poet to whose mighty heart	O
Heaven doth a quicker pulse impart	O
Subdues that energy to scan	I2
Not his own course but that of Man	I2
Though he move mountains though his day	O
Be pass'd on the proud heights of sway	O
Though he hath loos'd a thousand chains	Y
Though he hath borne immortal pains	Y
Action and suffering though he know	L
He hath not liv'd if he lives so	L
He sees in some great historied land	O
A ruler of the people stand	O
Sees his strong thought in fiery flood	O
Roll through the heaving multitude	O
Exults yet for no moment's space	Y
Envies the all regarded place	Y
Beautiful eyes meet his and he	L
Bears to admire uncravingly	L
They pass he mingled with the crowd	O
Is in their far off triumphs proud	O
From some high station he looks down	B2
At sunset on a populous town	B2
Surveys each happy group that fleets	Y
Toil ended through the shining streets	Y
Each with some errand of its own	J2
And does not say I am alone	J2
He sees the gentle stir of birth	K2
When Morning purifies the earth	K2
He leans upon a gate and sees	Y
The pastures and the quiet trees	Y
Low woody hill with gracious bound	O
Folds the still valley almost round	O
The cuckoo loud on some high lawn	R
Is answer'd from the depth of dawn	R
In the hedge straggling to the stream	C2
Pale dew drench'd half shut roses gleam	C2
But where the further side slopes down	B2
He sees the drowsy new wak'd clown	B2
In his white quaint embroider'd frock	L2
Make whistling towards his mist wreath'd flock	L2
Slowly behind the heavy tread	O
The wet flower'd grass heaves up its head	O
Lean'd on his gate he gazes tears	Y
Are in his eyes and in his ears	Y
The murmur of a thousand years	Y
Before him he sees Life unroll	L
A placid and continuous whole	L
That general Life which does not cease	Y
Whose secret is not joy but peace	Y
That Life whose dumb wish is not miss'd	O
If birth proceeds if things subsist	O
The Life of plants and stones and rain	A
The Life he craves if not in vain	A
Fate gave what Chance shall not control	L
His sad lucidity of soul	L
	-
You listen but that wandering smile	L
Fausta betrays you cold the while	L
Your eves pursue the bells of foam	M2
Wash'd eddying from this bank their home	M2
Those Gipsies so your thoughts I scan	I2
Are less the Poet more than man	I2
They feel not though they move and see	L
Deeply the Poet feels but he	L
Breathes when he will immortal air	U
Where Orpheus and where Homer are	H2
In the day's life whose iron round	O
Hems us all in he is not bound	O
He escapes thence but we abide	O
Not deep the Poet sees but wide	O
	-
The World in which we live and move	N2
Outlasts aversion outlasts love	O2
Outlasts each effort interest hope	P2
Remorse grief joy and were the scope	P2
Of these affections wider made	O
Man still would see and see dismay'd	O
Beyond his passion's widest range	Q2
Far regions of eternal change	Q2
Nay and since death which wipes out man	I2
Finds him with many an unsolv'd plan	I2
With much unknown and much untried	O
Wonder not dead and thirst not dried	O
Still gazing on the ever full	L
Eternal mundane spectacle	L
This World in which we draw our breath	R2
In some sense Fausta outlasts death	R2
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Blame thou not therefore him who dares	Y
Judge vain beforehand human cares	Y
Whose natural insight can discern	S2
What through experience others learn	S2
Who needs not love and power to know	L
Love transient power an unreal show	L
Who treads at ease life's uncheer'd ways	Y
Him blame not Fausta rather praise	Y
Rather thyself for some aim pray	O
Nobler than this to fill the day	O
Rather that heart which burns in thee	L
Ask not to amuse but to set free	L
Be passionate hopes not ill resign'd	O
For quiet and a fearless mind	O
And though Fate grudge to thee and me	L
The Poet's rapt security	L
Yet they believe me who await	O
No gifts from Chance have conquer'd Fate	O
They winning room to see and hear	T2
And to men's business not too near	A2
Through clouds of individual strife	U2
Draw homewards to the general Life	U2
Like leaves by suns not yet uncurl'd	O
To the wise foolish to the world	O
Weak yet not weak I might reply	L
Not foolish Fausta in His eye	L
To whom each moment in its race	Y
Crowd as we will its neutral space	Y
Is but a quiet watershed	O
Whence equally the Seas of Life and Death are fed	O
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Enough we live and if a life	U2
With large results so little rife	U2
Though bearable seen hardly worth	K2
This pomp of worlds this pain of birth	K2
Yet Fausta the mute turf we tread	O
The solemn hills around us spread	O
This stream that falls incessantly	L
The strange scrawl'd rocks the lonely sky	L
If I might lend their life a voice	Y
Seem to bear rather than rejoice	Y
And even could the intemperate prayer	U
Man iterates while these forbear	U
For movement for an ampler sphere	U
Pierce Fate's impenetrable ear	U
Not milder is the general lot	O
Because our spirits have forgot	O
In action's dizzying eddy whirl'd	O
The something that infects the world	O