📔 In Memoriam A.H.H.

I envy not in any moods / ⁠The captive void of noble rage, / ⁠The linnet born within the cage, / That never knew the summer woods: […]

We have but faith: we cannot know; / ⁠For knowledge is of things we see / ⁠And yet we trust it comes from thee, / A beam in darkness: let it grow.

The great Intelligences fair / That range above our mortal state, / In circle round the blessed gate, / Received and gave him welcome there.

Thy spirit ere our fatal loss / ⁠Did ever rise from high to higher; / ⁠As mounts the heavenward altar-fire, / As flies the lighter thro’ the gross.

Like her I go; I cannot stay; / I leave this mortal ark behind, / A weight of nerves without a mind, / And leave the cliffs, and haste away […]

But I should turn mine ears and hear / The moanings of the homeless sea, / ⁠The sound of streams that swift or slow / ⁠Draw down Æonian hills, and sow / The dust of continents to be; […]

No joy the blowing season gives, / ⁠The herald melodies of spring, / ⁠But in the songs I love to sing / A doubtful gleam of solace lives.

I do but sing because I must, / And pipe but as the linnets sing: / And unto one her note is gay, / ⁠For now her little ones have ranged; / ⁠And unto one her note is changed, / Because her brood is stol’n away.

He faced the spectres of the mind / And laid them: thus he came at length / To find a stronger faith his own; / And Power was with him in the night, / Which makes the darkness and the light, / And dwells not in the light alone, / But in the darkness and the cloud

If these brief lays, of Sorrow born, / ⁠Were taken to be such as closed / ⁠Grave doubts and answers here proposed, / Then these were such as men might scorn: […]