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PURPLE headland over yonder,
Fleecy, sun-extinguished moon,
I am here alone, and ponder
On the theme of Afternoon.
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YOU ask me where love fails me?--what I hate?
I cannot blame, for all, I hold, is fate;
Yet there are hateful, unblameworthy things
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OUR oneness is the wrestlers', fierce and close,
Thrusting and thrust;
One life in dual effort for one prize,--
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OH, when have after-days or evenings brought
Forgiveness home to penitence downcast?
Oh, when has trust been perfect,--honour fast,--
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The most beautiful thing around or above
Is Love, true Love:
The beautiful thing can more beautiful be
If its life be free.
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LOVE that is alone with love
Makes solitudes of throngs;
Then why not songs of silences,--
Sweet silences of songs?
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LOVE'S height is easy scaling; skies allure;
Who feels the day-warmth needs must find it fair;
Strong eagles ride the lofty sunlit air,
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MY love, despise not love in your high thought;
For see what weakness finds the power to do
Here in my failing heart for love of you,
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LOVE'S name is easy saying; yet who knows
Love's uttermost, who loves not in his love
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(SIX SONNETS.)
I.
SOUL, who would'st prove and know thyself for strong,
Soul, who hast not a tyrant sin beside,
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OUR world is very little in the sky,
Far off she must be just a mote to see;
And on the tiny ball creep tinier we,
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THERE are sea and sky about me,
And yet nothing sense can mark;
For a mist fills all the midnight
Adding blindness to its dark.
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I THROW a guess out here or there,
I breathe a hope into the air,
I feel a dumbness like a prayer.
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NOT ye who goad, but ye who lead,
My laggard will shall move;
I know no right but equity,
No road to it but love.
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O YE joys that none have chanced on!
O ye goals that none have sought!
O ye gulfs of vacant ether
Where no starshine has been wrought!--
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ONE more bruised heart laid bare! one victim more!
One more wail heard! Oh, is there never end
Of all these passionate agonies, that rend
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Heart! art thou dead within me? Why this calm
To see thy joy die with the dying year?
When more is fact than ever thou didst fear
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Peace on our earth! Men reconciled
To Law that bids them be;
O holy freedom! final faith!
O sacred certainty!
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19.

TAKE me to some waste of being,
Virgin spaces, dark and far,
Seas no vessel ever burdened,
Skies that never held a star;
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FEAR hath torment! Hie thee, Fear
I am safe, for love is here.

Give me courage; I am weak,
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Afternoon

PURPLE headland over yonder,
Fleecy, sun-extinguished moon,
I am here alone, and ponder
On the theme of Afternoon.

Past has made a groove for Present,
And what fits it is: no more.
Waves before the wind are weighty;
Strongest sea-beasts shape the shore.

Just what is is just what can be,
And the Possible is free;
'Tis by being, not by effort,
That the firm cliff juts to sea.

With an uncontentious calmness
Drifts the Fact before the 'Law;'
So we name the ordered sequence
We, remembering, foresaw.

And a law is mere procession
Of the forcible and fit;
Calm of uncontested Being,
And our thought that comes of it.

In the mellow shining daylight
Lies the Afternoon at ease,
Little willing ripples answer
To a drift of casual breeze.

Purple headland to the westward!
Ebbing tide, and fleecy moon!
In the 'line of least resistance,'
Flows the life of Afternoon.

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