As the hangbird is to the elm-tree bough; The Summer's long siege at last is o'er; When the first poor outcast went in at the door, And mastered the fortress by surprise; There is no spot she loves so well on ground, She lingers and smiles there the whole year round; Has hall and bower at his command; And there's no poor man in the North Countree 340 345 POEMS HAVING A SPECIAL RELATION TO THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL. GROUP A1 THE SEARCH I WENT to seek for Christ, And Nature seemed so fair That first the woods and fields my youth enticed, And to the solitude Allegiance paid; but Winter came and shook Ε His snows, like desert sands, with scornful drift, Besieged the columned aisle and palace-gate; 10 My Thebes, cut deep with many a solemn rift, But epitaphed her own sepulchred state: Then I remembered whom I went to seek, And blessed blunt Winter for his counsel bleak. 1 See The Study of The Vision of Sir Launfal, p. 91. Back to the world I turned, For Christ, I said, is King; So the cramped alley and the hut I spurned, As far beneath his sojourning: Mid power and wealth I sought, But found no trace of him, And all the costly offerings I had brought Prizing it more than Christ's own living heart. So from my feet the dust 15 20 25 Of the proud World I shook; 30 Then came dear Love and shared with me his crust, And half my sorrow's burden took. After the World's soft bed, Its rich and dainty fare, Like down seemed Love's coarse pillow to my head, 35 I followed where they led, And in a hovel rude, With naught to fence the weather from his head, 45 The King I sought for meekly stood; Clung round his gracious knee, And a poor hunted slave looked up and smiled No more I knew the hovel bare and poor, The broken morsel swelled to goodly store; I knelt and wept: my Christ no more I seek, His throne is with the outcast and the weak. 50 55 A PARABLE SAID Christ our Lord, "I will go and see Then said the chief priests, and rulers, and kings, 5 With carpets of gold the ground they spread And in palace-chambers lofty and rare 10 They lodged him, and served him with kingly fare. Great organs surged through arches dim And in church, and palace, and judgment-hall, 15 But still, wherever his steps they led, And in church, and palace, and judgment-hall, 20 Have ye founded your thrones and altars, then, 25 On the bodies and souls of living men? And think ye that building shall endure, Which shelters the noble and crushes the poor ? "With gates of silver and bars of gold 31 Ye have fenced my sheep from their Father's fold; "O Lord and Master, not ours the guilt, "Our task is hard, - with sword and flame Then Christ sought out an artisan, 35 40 These set he in the midst of them, And as they drew back their garment-hem, For fear of defilement, "Lo, here," said he, "The images ye have made of me!" FREEDOM ARE we, then, wholly fallen? Can it be 45 That thou, North wind, that from thy mountains bringest Their spirit to our plains, and thou, blue sea, Who on our rocks thy wreaths of freedom flingest, As on an altar, can it be that ye Have wasted inspiration on dead ears, Dulled with the too familiar clank of chains? We are not free: doth Freedom, then, consist Grow strong as iron chains, to cramp and bind In hearts wide open on the Godward side, In souls calm-cadenced as the whirling sphere, 5 10 15 20 |