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A master passed in mastership;

He learned; without the spur of need;

To write; to cipher; and to read;

From all that touch on his prone shore

Augments his treasury of lore;

Eager in age as erst in youth

To catch an art; to learn a truth;

To paint on the internal page

A clearer picture of the age。

His age; you say?  But ah; not so!

In his lone isle of long ago;

A royal Lady of Shalott;

Sea…sundered; he beholds it not;

He only hears it far away。

The stress of equatorial day

He suffers; he records the while

The vapid annals of the isle;

Slaves bring him praise of his renown;

Or cackle of the palm…tree town;

The rarer ship and the rare boat

He marks; and only hears remote;

Where thrones and fortunes rise and reel;

The thunder of the turning wheel。



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For the unexpected tears he shed

At my departing; may his lion head

Not whiten; his revolving years

No fresh occasion minister of tears;

At book or cards; at work or sport;

Him may the breeze across the palace court

For ever fan; and swelling near

For ever the loud song divert his ear。





Schooner 'Equator;' at Sea。





XXXVIII … THE WOODMAN





IN all the grove; nor stream nor bird

Nor aught beside my blows was heard;

And the woods wore their noonday dress …

The glory of their silentness。

From the island summit to the seas;

Trees mounted; and trees drooped; and trees

Groped upward in the gaps。  The green

Inarboured talus and ravine

By fathoms。  By the multitude

The rugged columns of the wood

And bunches of the branches stood;

Thick as a mob; deep as a sea;

And silent as eternity。

With lowered axe; with backward head;

Late from this scene my labourer fled;

And with a ravelled tale to tell;

Returned。  Some denizen of hell;

Dead man or disinvested god;

Had close behind him peered and trod;

And triumphed when he turned to flee。

How different fell the lines with me!

Whose eye explored the dim arcade

Impatient of the uncoming shade …

Shy elf; or dryad pale and cold;

Or mystic lingerer from of old:

Vainly。  The fair and stately things;

Impassive as departed kings;

All still in the wood's stillness stood;

And dumb。  The rooted multitude

Nodded and brooded; bloomed and dreamed;

Unmeaning; undivined。  It seemed

No other art; no hope; they knew;

Than clutch the earth and seek the blue。

'Mid vegetable king and priest

And stripling; I (the only beast)

Was at the beast's work; killing; hewed

The stubborn roots across; bestrewed

The glebe with the dislustred leaves;

And bade the saplings fall in sheaves;

Bursting across the tangled math

A ruin that I called a path;

A Golgotha that; later on;

When rains had watered; and suns shone;

And seeds enriched the place; should bear

And be called garden。  Here and there;

I spied and plucked by the green hair

A foe more resolute to live;

The toothed and killing sensitive。

He; semi…conscious; fled the attack;

He shrank and tucked his branches back;

And straining by his anchor…strand;

Captured and scratched the rooting hand。

I saw him crouch; I felt him bite;

And straight my eyes were touched with sight。

I saw the wood for what it was:

The lost and the victorious cause;

The deadly battle pitched in line;

Saw silent weapons cross and shine:

Silent defeat; silent assault;

A battle and a burial vault。



Thick round me in the teeming mud

Brier and fern strove to the blood:

The hooked liana in his gin

Noosed his reluctant neighbours in:

There the green murderer throve and spread;

Upon his smothering victims fed;

And wantoned on his climbing coil。

Contending roots fought for the soil

Like frightened demons: with despair

Competing branches pushed for air。

Green conquerors from overhead

Bestrode the bodies of their dead:

The Caesars of the sylvan field;

Unused to fail; foredoomed to yield:

For in the groins of branches; lo!

The cancers of the orchid grow。

Silent as in the listed ring

Two chartered wrestlers strain and cling;

Dumb as by yellow Hooghly's side

The suffocating captives died;

So hushed the woodland warfare goes

Unceasing; and the silent foes

Grapple and smother; strain and clasp

Without a cry; without a gasp。

Here also sound thy fans; O God;

Here too thy banners move abroad:

Forest and city; sea and shore;

And the whole earth; thy threshing…floor!

The drums of war; the drums of peace;

Roll through our cities without cease;

And all the iron halls of life

Ring with the unremitting strife。



The common lot we scarce perceive。

Crowds perish; we nor mark nor grieve:

The bugle calls … we mourn a few!

What corporal's guard at Waterloo?

What scanty hundreds more or less

In the man…devouring Wilderness?

What handful bled on Delhi ridge?

… See; rather; London; on thy bridge

The pale battalions trample by;

Resolved to slay; resigned to die。

Count; rather; all the maimed and dead

In the unbrotherly war of bread。

See; rather; under sultrier skies

What vegetable Londons rise;



And teem; and suffer without sound:

Or in your tranquil garden ground;

Contented; in the falling gloom;

Saunter and see the roses bloom。

That these might live; what thousands died!

All day the cruel hoe was plied;

The ambulance barrow rolled all day;

Your wife; the tender; kind; and gay;

Donned her long gauntlets; caught the spud;

And bathed in vegetable blood;

And the long massacre now at end;

See! where the lazy coils ascend;

See; where the bonfire sputters red

At even; for the innocent dead。



Why prate of peace? when; warriors all;

We clank in harness into hall;

And ever bare upon the board

Lies the necessary sword。

In the green field or quiet street;

Besieged we sleep; beleaguered eat;

Labour by day and wake o' nights;

In war with rival appetites。

The rose on roses feeds; the lark

On larks。  The sedentary clerk

All morning with a diligent pen

Murders the babes of other men;

And like the beasts of wood and park;

Protects his whelps; defends his den。



Unshamed the narrow aim I hold;

I feed my sheep; patrol my fold;

Breathe war on wolves and rival flocks;

A pious outlaw on the rocks

Of God and morning; and when time

Shall bow; or rivals break me; climb

Where no undubbed civilian dares;

In my war harness; the loud stairs

Of honour; and my conqueror

Hail me a warrior fallen in war。





Vailima。





XXXIX … TROPIC RAIN





AS the single pang of the blow; when the metal is mingled well;

Rings and lives and resounds in all the bounds of the bell;

So the thunder above spoke with a single tongue;

So in the heart of the mountain the sound of it rumbled and clung。



Sudden the thunder was drowned … quenched was the levin light …

And the angel…spirit of rain laughed out loud in the night。

Loud as the maddened river raves in the cloven glen;

Angel of rain! you laughed and leaped on the roofs of men;



And the sleepers sprang in their beds; and joyed and feared as you fell。

You struck; and my cabin quailed; the roof of it roared like a bell。

You spoke; and at once the mountain shouted and shook with brooks。

You ceased; and the day returned; rosy; with virgin looks。



And methought that beauty and terror are only one; not two;

And the world has room for love; and death; and thunder; and dew;

And all the sinews of hell slumber in summer air;

And the face of God is a rock; but the face of the rock is fair。

Beneficent streams of tears flow at the finger of pain;

And out of the cloud that smites; beneficent rivers of rain。





Vailima。





XL … AN END OF TRAVEL





LET now your soul in this substantial world

Some anchor strike。  Be here the body moored; …

This spectacle immutably from now

The picture in your eye; and when time strikes;

And the green scene goes on the instant blind …

The ultimate helpers; where your horse to…day

Conveyed you dreaming; bear your body dead。





Vailima





XLI





WE uncommiserate pass into the night

From the loud banquet; and departing leave

A tremor in men's memories; faint and sweet

And frail as music。  Features of our face;

The tones of the voice; the touch of the loved hand;

Perish and vanish; one by one; from earth:

Meanwhile; in the hall of song; the multitude

Applauds the new performer。  One; perchance;

One ultimate survivor lingers on;

And smiles; and to his ancient heart recalls

The long forgotten。  Ere the morrow die;

He too; returning; through the curtain comes;

And the new age forgets us and goes on。





XLII





SING me a song of a lad that is gone;

Say; could that lad be I?

Merry of soul he sailed on a day

Over the sea to Skye。



Mull was astern; Rum on the port;

Eigg on the starboard bow;

Glory of youth glowed in his soul:

Where is that glory now?



Sing me a song of a lad that is gone;

Say; could that lad be I

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