484 Among the numerable-innumerable Live thou! and of the grain and husk, the grape And ivy-berry, choose; and still depart From death to death thro' life and life, and find Nearer and ever nearer Him, who wrought First printed in Lord Lyttleton's Memoir (1869) prefixed to Brookfield's 'Sermons,' and afterwards in the Ballads' volume. Brookfield was one of the poet's college friends. BROOKS, for they call'd you so that knew you best, Old Brooks, who loved so well to mouth my rhymes, How oft we two have heard Saint Mary's chimes! How oft the Cantab supper, host and guest, Would echo helpless laughter to your jest! How oft with him we paced that walk of limes, Him, the lost light of those dawn-golden times, Who loved you well! Now both are gone to rest. flung Her fringed ægis, and around his head And from it lighted an all-shining flame. May see, and sail to help them in the war; For like the clear voice when a trumpet shrills, Blown by the fierce beleaguerers of a town, Were troubled, and the full-maned horses whirl'd The chariots backward, knowing griefs at hand; And sheer-astounded were the charioteers To see the dread, unweariable fire That always o'er the great Peleion's head Burn'd, for the bright-eyed goddess made it burn. Thrice from the dyke he sent his mighty shout, Thrice backward reel'd the Trojans and allies; And there and then twelve of their noblest died Among their spears and chariots. Written in 1877, and included in the 'Ballads' volume. NOT here! the white North has thy bones; and thou, Heroic sailor-soul, Art passing on thine happier voyage now Toward no earthly pole. |