And I sang of the life without alloy, Beyond our years, till the heart of the boy Caught the golden beauty, and love, and joy Of the great Eternity. And the mould crept up on the dreary wall, With its ghost touch, day by day. Then back I flung the shutter That was never before undone, And I kept till its wings were rested The little weary one. But in through the open window, Which I had forgot to close, There had burst a gush of sunshine And a summer scent of rose. Too long I press The crowded pavement with unwilling feet.
Pity makes pride, and hate breeds hatefulness.
And both are poisons. Immensity, that seems To drown the human life of doubts and dreams. Far off the massive portals of the wood, Buttressed with shadow, misty-blue, serene, Waited my coming. Speedily I stood Where the dun wall rose roofed in plumy green. Each column, fringed with sprays of amber light.