V

The Ox and the Ass, Tell aloud of them: Sing their pleasure as it was In Bethlehem.

STILL as blowing rose, sudden as a sword, Maidenly the Maiden bare Jesu Christ the Lord; Yet for very lowlihood, such a Guest to greet, Goeth in a little swoon while kissing of His feet.

Mary, drifted snow on the earthen floor, Joseph, fallen wondrous weak now he would adore,-- (Oh, the surging might of love! Oh, the drowning bliss!) Both are rapt to Heaven and lose their human Heaven that is.

From the Newly Born trails a lonely cry. With a mind to heed, the Ox turns a glowing eye; In the empty byre the Ass thinks her heart to blame: Up for comforting of God the beasts of burden came,

Softly to inquire, thrusting as for cheer There between the tender hands, furry faces dear. Blessing on the honest coats! tawny coat and grey Friended Our Delight so well when warmth had strayed away.

Crooks are on the sill; sceptres sail the wave; All the hopes of all the years are thronging to the Cave. Mother slept not long, nor long Father's sense was dim, But another twain the while stood parent-wise to Him.

The Ox and the Ass, Be you glad for them Such a moment came to pass In Bethlehem!

On Leaving Winchester

WINTON, my window with a mossy marge, My lofty oriel, whence the soul hath sight Of passionate yesterdays, all gold and large, Arisen to enrich our narrow night: Though others bless thee, who so blest before Hath pastured from the violent time apart, And laved in supersensual light the heart Alone with thy magnificent No More?

Sweet court of roses now, sweet camp of bees! The hills that lean to thy white bed at dawn Hear, for the clash of raging dynasties, Laughter of boys about a branchy lawn. Hast thou a stain, let ivy cover all; Nor seem of greatness disinhabited While spirits in their wonted splendour tread From close to close, by Wolvesey's idle wall.

Bright fins against thy lucid waters leap, And nigh thy towers the nesting ring-doves dwell; Be lenient winter, and long moons, and sleep Upon thee; but on me the sharp Farewell. Happy art thou, O clad and crowned with rest! Happy the shepherd (would that I were he!) Whose early way is step for step with thee, Whose old brow fades on thine immortal breast.

Cobwebs

WHO would not praise thee, miracle of Frost? Some gesture overnight, some breath benign, And lo! the tree's a fountain all a-shine, The hedge a throne of unimagined cost; In wheel and fan along a wall embossed, The spider's humble handiwork shows fine With jewels girdling every airy line: Though the small mason in the cold be lost.

Web after web, a morning snare of bliss Starring with beauty the whole neighbourhood, May well beget an envy clean and good. When man goes too into the earth-abyss, And God in His altered garden walks, I would My secret woof might gleam so fair as this.

Astræa

SINCE I avail no more, O men! with you, I will go back unto the gods content; For they recall me, long with earth inblent, Lest lack of faith divinity undo. I served you truly while I dreamed you true, And golden pains with sovereign pleasure spent: But now, farewell! I take my sad ascent, With failure over all I nursed and knew.

Are ye unwise, who would not let me love you? Or must too bold desires be quieted? Only to ease you, never to reprove you, I will go back to heaven with heart unfed: Yet sisterly I turn, I bend above you, To kiss (ah, with what sorrow!) all my dead.

The Yew-Tree

AS I came homeward At merry Christmas, By the old Church tower Through the Churchyard grass,

And saw there circled With graves all about, The Yew-tree paternal, The Yew-tree devout,

Then this hot life-blood Was hard to endure, O Death! so I loved thee, The sole love sure.

For stars slip in heaven, They wander, they break; But under the Yew-tree Not one heartache.

And ours, what failure Renewed and avowed! But ah, the long-buried Is leal, and is proud.

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At eve, o'erlooking The smooth chilly tide, With age-hidden meaning The Yew-tree sighed,

By the square grey tower, In the short grey grass, As I came homeward At merry Christmas.

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