UILLINAN 292

STANZAS FROM CARNAC 292

A SOUTHERN NIGHT 294

HAWORTH CHURCHYARD 299

EPILOGUE 303

RUGBY CHAPEL 304

HEINE'S GRAVE 311

STANZAS FROM THE GRANDE CHARTREUSE 318

STANZAS IN MEMORY OF THE AUTHOR OF "OBERMANN" 325

OBERMANN ONCE MORE 332

DRAMATIC POEMS

MEROPE, A TRAGEDY 347

EMPEDOCLES ON ETNA 436

LATER POEMS

WESTMINSTER ABBEY 479

GEIST'S GRAVE 485

POOR MATTHIAS 488

KAISER DEAD 495

NOTES 501

EARLY POEMS

SONNETS

QUIET WORK

One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee,
One lesson which in every wind is blown,
One lesson of two duties kept at one
Though the loud world proclaim their enmity--

Of toil unsever'd from tranquillity!
Of labour, that in lasting fruit outgrows
Far noisier schemes, accomplish'd in repose,
Too great for haste, too high for rivalry!

Yes, while on earth a thousand discords ring,
Man's fitful uproar mingling with his toil,
Still do thy sleepless ministers move on,

Their glorious tasks in silence perfecting;
Still working, blaming still our vain turmoil,
Labourers that shall not fail, when man is gone.

TO A FRIEND

Who prop, thou ask'st, in these bad days, my mind?--
He much, the old man, who, clearest-soul'd of men,
Saw The Wide Prospect, and the Asian Fen,[1]
And Tmolus hill, and Smyrna bay, though blind.

Much he, whose friendship I not long since won,
That halting slave, who in Nicopolis
Taught Arrian, when Vespasian's brutal son
Clear'd Rome of what most shamed him. But be his

My special thanks, whose even-balanced soul,
From first youth tested up to extreme old age,
Business could not make dull, nor passion wild;

Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole;
The mellow glory of the Attic stage,
Singer of sweet Colonus, and its child.

SHAKESPEARE

Others abide our question. Tho