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The Song of the Happy Shepherd
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The woods of Arcady are dead,
\nAnd over is their antique joy;
\nOf old the world on dreaming fed;
\nGrey Truth is now her painted toy;
\nYet still she turns her restless head:
\nBut O, sick children of the world,
\nOf all the many changing things
\nIn dreary dancing past us whirled,
\nTo the cracked tune that Chronos sings,
\nWords alone are certain good.
\nWhere are now the warring kings,
\nWord be-mockers?–By the Rood,
\nWhere are now the warring kings?
\nAn idle word is now their glory,
\nBy the stammering schoolboy said,
\nReading some entangled story:
\nThe kings of the old time are dead;
\nThe wandering earth herself may be
\nOnly a sudden flaming word,
\nIn clanging space a moment heard,
\nTroubling the endless reverie.<\/p>\n
Then nowise worship dusty deeds,
\nNor seek, for this is also sooth,
\nTo hunger fiercely after truth,
\nLest all thy roiling only breeds
\nNew dreams, new dreams; there is no truth
\nSaving in thine own heart. Seek, then,
\nNo learning from the starry men,
\nWho follow with the optic glass
\nThe whirling ways of stars that pass–
\nSeek, then, for this is also sooth,
\nNo word of theirs–the cold star-bane
\nHas cloven and rent their hearts in twain,
\nAnd dead is all their human truth.
\nGo gather by the humming sea
\nSome twisted, echo-harbouring shell,
\nAnd to its lips thy story tell,
\nAnd they thy comforters will be,
\nRewording in melodious guile
\nThy fretful words a little while,
\nTill they shall singing fade in ruth
\nAnd die a pearly brotherhood;
\nFor words alone are certain good:
\nSing, then, for this is also sooth.<\/p>\n
I must be gone: there is a grave
\nWhere daffodil and lily wave,
\nAnd I would please the hapless faun,
\nBuried under the sleepy ground,
\nWith mirthful songs before the dawn.
\nHis shouting days with mirth were crowned;
\nAnd still I dream he treads the lawn,
\nWalking ghostly in the dew,
\nPierced by my glad singing through,
\nMy songs of old earth’s dreamy youth:
\nBut ah! she dreams not now; dream thou!
\nFor fair are poppies on the brow:
\nDream, dream, for this is also sooth.<\/p>\n