The Footpath
IT mounts athwart the windy hill,
Through sallow slopes of upland bare,
And Fancy climbs with footfall still
Its narrowing curves that end in air.
Through sallow slopes of upland bare,
And Fancy climbs with footfall still
Its narrowing curves that end in air.
By day, a warmer-hearted blue
Stoops softly to that topmost swell
Whence the mind drinks imagined view
Of gracious climes where all is well.
Stoops softly to that topmost swell
Whence the mind drinks imagined view
Of gracious climes where all is well.
By night, far yonder, I surmise
An ampler world than clips my ken,
Where the great stars of happier skies
Commingle nobler fates of men.
An ampler world than clips my ken,
Where the great stars of happier skies
Commingle nobler fates of men.
I look and long, then haste me home,
Still master of my secret rare ;
Once tried, the path would end in Rome,
But now it leads me everywhere.
Still master of my secret rare ;
Once tried, the path would end in Rome,
But now it leads me everywhere.
Forever to the new it guides,
From former good, old overmuch ;
What Nature for her poets hides,
’T is wiser to divine than clutch.
From former good, old overmuch ;
What Nature for her poets hides,
’T is wiser to divine than clutch.
The bird I list hath never come
Within the scope of mortal ear;
My prying step would make him dumb,
And the fair tree, his shelter, sere.
Within the scope of mortal ear;
My prying step would make him dumb,
And the fair tree, his shelter, sere.
Behind the hill, behind the sky.
Behind my inmost thought, he sings;
No feet avail: to hear it nigh,
The song itself must lend the wings.
Behind my inmost thought, he sings;
No feet avail: to hear it nigh,
The song itself must lend the wings.
Sing on, sweet bird, close-hid, and raise
Those angel-stairways in my brain,
That climb from our diminished days,
To spacious sunshines far from pain.
Those angel-stairways in my brain,
That climb from our diminished days,
To spacious sunshines far from pain.
Sing when thou wilt, enchantment fleet,
I leave thy covert haunt untrod,
And envy Science not her feat
To make a twice-told tale of God.
I leave thy covert haunt untrod,
And envy Science not her feat
To make a twice-told tale of God.
They said the fairies tript no more,
And long ago that Pan was dead;
'T' was but that fools preferred to bore
Earth ’s rind inch-deep for truth instead.
And long ago that Pan was dead;
'T' was but that fools preferred to bore
Earth ’s rind inch-deep for truth instead.
Pan leaps and pipes all summer long,
The fairies dance each full-mooned night,
Would we but doff our lenses strong,
And trust our wiser eyes’ delight.
The fairies dance each full-mooned night,
Would we but doff our lenses strong,
And trust our wiser eyes’ delight.
City of Elf-land, just without
Our seeing, marvel ever new,
Glimpsed in fair weather, a sweet doubt,
Sketched-in, mirage-like, on the blue,
Our seeing, marvel ever new,
Glimpsed in fair weather, a sweet doubt,
Sketched-in, mirage-like, on the blue,
I build thee in yon sunset cloud,
Whose edge allures to climb the height;
I hear thy drowned bells, inly-loud,
From still pools dusk with dreams of night.
Whose edge allures to climb the height;
I hear thy drowned bells, inly-loud,
From still pools dusk with dreams of night.
Thy gates are shut to hardiest will,
The countersign of long-lost speech, —
Those fountained courts, those chambers still
Fronting Time’s far East, who shall reach?
The countersign of long-lost speech, —
Those fountained courts, those chambers still
Fronting Time’s far East, who shall reach?
I know not and will never pry,
But trust our human heart for all ;
Wonders that from the seeker fly,
Into an open sense may fall.
But trust our human heart for all ;
Wonders that from the seeker fly,
Into an open sense may fall.
Hide in thine own soul, and surprise
The password of the unwary elves ;
Seek it, thou canst not bribe their spies ;
Unsought, they whisper it themselves.
The password of the unwary elves ;
Seek it, thou canst not bribe their spies ;
Unsought, they whisper it themselves.