THOU art the joy of age:
Thy sun is dear when long the shadow falls.
Forth to its friendliness the old man crawls,
And, like the bird hung in his poor cage
To gather song from radiance, in his chair
Sits by the door; and sitteth there
His soul...

  SAY, from what golden quivers of the sky
      Do all thy wingèd arrows fly?
      Swiftness and Power by birth are thine:
From thy great sire they came, thy sire, the Word Divine.

  Thou in the Moon’s bright chariot, proud and gay,
      Dost thy...

  I Have been here before,
    But when or how I cannot tell:
  I know the grass beyond the door,
    The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

  You have been mine before,—
    How long ago I may not know:
  ...

[October 25, 1854]
HALF a league, half a league,
  Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
  Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said;
Into the valley of Death
  Rode the six hundred...

God moves in a mysterious way
  His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
  And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
  Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs,
  And works His sovereign...

As from the earth the light Balloon

Asks nothing but release —

Ascension that for which it was,

Its soaring Residence.

The spirit looks upon the Dust

That fastened it so long

With indignation,

...

Poet:

By a departing light

We see acuter, quite,

Than by a wick that stays.

There's something in the flight

That clarifies the sight

And decks the rays.

Poet:

Image of Light, Adieu —

Thanks for the interview —

So long — so short —

Preceptor of the whole —

Coeval Cardinal —

Impart — Depart —

Poet:

In thy long Paradise of Light

No moment will there be

When I shall long for Earthly Play

And mortal Company —

Poet:

Of their peculiar light

I keep one ray

To clarify the Sight

To seek them by —

Poet: