SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH POETRY

Founts of fresh water, and his goatskin swells
And bears him upward on those buoyant wells
Back with a cool boon for his thirsting land.

"I also thirst,
O living springs, for you : 90
Would that I might drink now, as when at first
Life shone about me glorious and all true,
And I abounded in your strength indeed,
Which now I sorely need.
You have not failed, 'tis I! Yet this abhorred 95
Necessity to hate and to despise—
'Twas not for this my youthful longing soared,
Not thus would I grow wise!
Keep my heart tender still, that still is set
To love without foreboding or regret, 100
Even as this tender moonlight is outpoured.
"Now now, even now,
Sleep doth the sad world take
To peace it knows not. Radiant Sleep, wilt thott
Unveil thy wonder for me too, who wake ? 105
O my soul melts into immensity,
And yet 'tis I, 'tis I!
A wave upon a silent ocean, thrilled
Up from its deepest deeps without a sound,
Without a shore to break on, or a bound, no
Until the world be filled.
O mystery of peace, O more profound
Than pain or joy, upbuoy me on thy power!
Stay, stay, adored hour,
J[ am lost, I am found again: r 115
My soul is as a fountain springing in the rain."
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