IThere is a house with ivied walls, And mullioned windows worn and old, And the long dwellers in those halls Have souls that know but sordid calls, And daily dote on gold.
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In blazing brick and plated show Not far away a "villa" gleams, And here a family few may know, With book and pencil, viol and bow, Lead inner lives of dreams.
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The philosophic passers say, "See that old mansion mossed and fair, Poetic souls therein are they:
And O that gaudy box! Away, You vulgar people there."THE TENANT-FOR-LIFEThe sun said, watching my watering-pot "Some morn you'll pass away;These flowers and plants I parch up hot -Who'll water them that day?
"Those banks and beds whose shape your eye Has planned in line so true, New hands will change, unreasoning why Such shape seemed best to you.
"Within your house will strangers sit, And wonder how first it came;They'll talk of their schemes for improving it, And will not mention your name.
"They'll care not how, or when, or at what You sighed, laughed, suffered here, Though you feel more in an hour of the spot Than they will feel in a year "As I look on at you here, now, Shall I look on at these;But as to our old times, avow No knowledge--hold my peace! . . .
"O friend, it matters not, I say;
Bethink ye, I have shined On nobler ones than you, and they Are dead men out of mind!"THE KING'S EXPERIMENTIt was a wet wan hour in spring, And Nature met King Doom beside a lane, Wherein Hodge trudged, all blithely ballading The Mother's smiling reign.
"Why warbles he that skies are fair And coombs alight," she cried, "and fallows gay, When I have placed no sunshine in the air Or glow on earth to-day?""'Tis in the comedy of things That such should be," returned the one of Doom;"Charge now the scene with brightest blazonings, And he shall call them gloom."She gave the word: the sun outbroke, All Froomside shone, the hedgebirds raised a song;And later Hodge, upon the midday stroke, Returned the lane along, Low murmuring: "O this bitter scene, And thrice accurst horizon hung with gloom!
How deadly like this sky, these fields, these treen, To trappings of the tomb!"The Beldame then: "The fool and blind!
Such mad perverseness who may apprehend?" -"Nay; there's no madness in it; thou shalt find Thy law there," said her friend.
"When Hodge went forth 'twas to his Love, To make her, ere this eve, his wedded prize, And Earth, despite the heaviness above, Was bright as Paradise.
"But I sent on my messenger, With cunning arrows poisonous and keen, To take forthwith her laughing life from her, And dull her little een, "And white her cheek, and still her breath, Ere her too buoyant Hodge had reached her side;So, when he came, he clasped her but in death, And never as his bride.
"And there's the humour, as I said;
Thy dreary dawn he saw as gleaming gold, And in thy glistening green and radiant red Funereal gloom and cold."
