Society and the World

Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough

 

I am become a name;

 

And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea,

 

At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay.

 

At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay.

 

Home they brought her warrior dead.

 

The splendour falls on castle walls

 

The splendour falls on castle walls

 

With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans,

 

With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans,

 

Science moves, but slowly slowly, creeping on from point to point.

 

Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and the battle-flags were furled

 

Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rained a ghastly dew

 

Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales.

 

Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new:

 

Kind hearts are more than coronets,

 

Ring out the thousand wars of old,

 

So careful of the type she seems,

 

Let knowledge grow from more to more,

 

So all day long the noise of battle rolled

 

And trust me not at all or all in all.

 

His honour rooted in dishonour stood,

 

Wearing the white flower of a blameless life,

 

‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’