My thoughts arise and fade in solitude,
The verse that would invest them melts away
Like moonlight in the heaven of spreading day:
If solitude hath ever led thy steps
To the wild ocean's echoing shore,
And thou hast lingered there,
The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,
Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries,
From the broad moonlight of the sky,
'O happy Earth, reality of Heaven!
To which those restless souls that ceaselessly
Throng through the human universe, aspire!
Silence! Oh, well are Death and Sleep and Thou
Three brethren named, the guardians gloomy-winged
Of one abyss, where life, and truth, and joy
Wealth and dominion fade into the mass
Of the great sea of human right and wrong,
When once from our possession they must pass;
And who feels discord now or sorrow?
Love is the universe to-day--
These are the slaves of dim to-morrow,
Darkening Life's labyrinthine way.
I sing the glorious Power with azure eyes,
Athenian Pallas! tameless, chaste, and wise,
Tritogenia, town-preserving Maid,
Thou wert not, Cassius, and thou couldst not be,
Last of the Romans, though thy memory claim
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Millions to fight compell'd, to fight or die
In mangled heaps on War's red altar lie . . .