| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). A Victorian Anthology, 18371895. 1895. |
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| Sonnets from A Lovers Diary. IV. Invincible |
| | | Sir Gilbert Parker (18621932) |
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| WHY, let them rail! Gods full anointed ones | |
| Have heard the world exclaim, We know you not! | |
| They who by their souls travailing have brought | |
| Us nearer to the wonder of the suns. | |
| Yet, who can stay the passage of the stars? | 5 |
| Who can prevail against the thundersound? | |
| The wire that flashes lightning to the ground | |
| Diverts, but not its potency debars. | |
| So, men may strike quick stabs at Cæsars worth, | |
| They only make his life an endless force, | 10 |
| Scaped from its penthouse, flashing through the earth, | |
| And whelming those who railed about his corse. | |
| Mens moods disturb not those born truly great: | |
| They know their end; they can afford to wait. | |
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ENVOY WHEN you and I have played the little hour, | 15 |
| Have seen the tall subaltern Life to Death | |
| Yield up his sword; and, smiling, draw the breath, | |
| The first long breath of freedom; when the flower | |
| Of Recompense hath fluttered to our feet, | |
| As to an actors; and the curtain down, | 20 |
| We turn to face each other all alone | |
| Alone, we two, who never yet did meet, | |
| Alone, and absolute, and free: oh, then, | |
| Oh, then, most dear, how shall be told the tale? | |
| Clasped hands, pressed lips, and so clasped hands again; | 25 |
| No words. But as the proud wind fills the sail, | |
| My love to yours shall reach, then one deep moan | |
| Of joy; and then our infinite Alone. | |
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