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With meek persistence baffling brutal force,
Relieve the storm-stunned ear.
Let us keep
sweet, If so we may, our hearts, even while we eat The bitter harvest of our own device And half a century's moral cowardice. As Nürnberg sang while Wittenberg defied, And Kranach painted by his Luther's side, And through the war-march of the Puritan The silver stream of Marvell's music ran, So let the household melodies be sung, The pleasant pictures on the wall be hung, So let us hold against the hosts of night And slavery all our vantage-ground of light. Let Treason boast its savagery, and shake From its flag-folds its symbol rattlesnake, Nurse its fine arts, lay human skins in tan, And carve its pipe-bowls from the bones of man, And make the tale of Fijian banquets dull By drinking whiskey from a loyal skull,But let us guard, till this sad war shall cease,
(God grant it soon!) the graceful arts of peace: No foes are conquered who the victors teach Their vandal manners and barbaric speech.
And while, with hearts of thankfulness, we bear
for oars to chime with, such as might Be sung by tired sea-painters, who at night
Look from their hemlock camps, by quiet cove
HER fingers shame the ivory keys
They dance so light along ;
Is sweeter than the song.
O perfumed suitor, spare thy smiles !
Her thoughts are not of thee; She better loves the salted wind,
The voices of the sea.
Her heart is like an outbound ship
That at its anchor swings;
The murmur of the stranded shell
Is in the song she sings.
She sings, and, smiling, hears her praise,
But dreams the while of one
Who watches from his sea-blown deck
The icebergs in the sun.
She questions all the winds that blow,
And every fog-wreath dim,
Bear messages to him.