Life and Existence

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

Thou mastering me God! giver of breath and bread; World’s strand, sway of the sea; Lord of living and dead; Thou hast bound bones and veins in me, fastened me flesh, And after it almost unmade, what with dread, Thy doing: and dost thou touch me afresh? Over again I feel thy finger and find thee.

Thou mastering me God! giver of breath and bread; World’s strand, sway of the sea; Lord of living and dead; Thou hast bound bones and veins in me, fastened me flesh, And after it almost unmade, what with dread, Thy doing: and dost thou touch me afresh? Over again I feel thy finger and find thee.

To men a man is but a mind. Who cares What face he carries or what form he wears? But woman’s body is the woman. O Stay thou, my sweetheart, and do never go.

Ah, no; the years, the years; Down their chiseled names the raindrop plows.

We two kept house, the Past and I, The Past and I; Through all my tasks it hovered nigh, Leaving me never alone.

We two kept house, the Past and I, The Past and I; Through all my tasks it hovered nigh, Leaving me never alone.

Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame From the heaps of couch grass: Yet this will go onward the same Though dynasties pass. Yonder a maid and her wight Come whispering by; War’s annals will cloud into night Ere their story die.

What of the faith and fire within us Men who march away Ere the barn cocks say Night is growing gray, Leaving all that here can win us.

That night your great guns, unawares, Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window-squares, We thought it was the Judgment Day.

And as the smart ship grew In stature, grace, and hue, In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.

And as the smart ship grew In stature, grace, and hue, In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.

Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me, Saying that now you are not as you were When you had changed from the one who was all to me, But as at first, when our day was fair.

What of the Immanent Will and its designs? It works unconsciously as heretofore, External artistries in circumstance.

What of the Immanent Will and its designs? It works unconsciously as heretofore, External artistries in circumstance.

A local cult called Christianity.

So little cause for carolings Of such ecstatic sound Was written on terrestrial things Afar or nigh around, That I could think there trembled through His happy good-night air Some blessed hope, whereof he knew And I was unaware.

An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume.

These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.

And Christ ain’t a-going to be too hard On a man that died for men.

Three little maids from school are we, Pert as a schoolgirl well can be, Filled to the brim with girlish glee.

Faint heart never won fair lady! Nothing venture, nothing win— Blood is thick, but water’s thin— In for a penny, in for a pound 2 — It’s Love that makes the world go round!

For I’m not so old, and not so plain, And I’m quite prepared to marry again.

For I’m not so old, and not so plain, And I’m quite prepared to marry again.