The Complete Poems of Robert Browning - 22 Poetry Collections in One Edition. Robert Browning
kindling orbs grey as the unripe grape
“Before, avails forthwith to disentrance
“The portent, soon to lead a mystic dance
“Among you! For, who sits alone in Rome?
“Have those great hands indeed hewn out a home,
“And set me there to live? Oh life, life-breath,
“Life-blood, — ere sleep, come travail, life ere death!
“This life stream on my soul, direct, oblique,
“But always streaming! Hindrances? They pique:
“Helps? such… but why repeat, my soul o’ertops
“Each height, then every depth profoundlier drops?
“Enough that I can live, and would live! Wait
“For some transcendent life reserved by Fate
“To follow this? Oh, never! Fate, I trust
“The same, my soul to; for, as who flings dust,
“Perchance (so facile was the deed) she chequed
“The void with these materials to affect
“My soul diversely: these consigned anew
“To nought by death, what marvel if she threw
“A second and superber spectacle
“Before me? What may serve for sun, what still
“Wander a moon above me? What else wind
“About me like the pleasures left behind,
“And how shall some new flesh that is not flesh
“Cling to me? What ‘s new laughter? Soothes the fresh
“Sleep like sleep? Fate ‘s exhaustless for my sake
“In brave resource: but whether bids she slake
“My thirst at this first rivulet, or count
“No draught worth lip save from some rocky fount
“Above i’ the clouds, while here she ‘s provident
“Of pure loquacious pearl, the soft treetent
“Guards, with its face of reate and sedge, nor fail
“The silver globules and gold-sparkling grail
“At bottom? Oh, ‘t were too absurd to slight
“For the hereafter the to-day’s delight!
“Quench thirst at this, then seek next well-spring: wear
“Home-lilies ere strange lotus in my hair!
“Here is the Crowd, whom I with freest heart
“Offer to serve, contented for my part
“To give life up in service, — only grant
“That I do serve; if otherwise, why want
“Aught further of me? If men cannot choose
“But set aside life, why should I refuse
“The gift? I take it — I, for one, engage
“Never to falter through my pilgrimage —
“Nor end it howling that the stock or stone
“Were enviable, truly: I, for one,
“Will praise the world, you style mere anteroom
“To palace — be it so! shall I assume
“ — My foot the courtly gait, my tongue the trope,
“My mouth the smirk, before the doors fly ope
“One moment? What? with guarders row on row,
“Gay swarms of varletry that come and go,
“Pages to dice with, waiting-girls unlace
“The plackets of, pert claimants help displace,
“Heart-heavy suitors get a rank for, — laugh
“At yon sleek parasite, break his own staff
“‘Cross Beetle-brows the Usher’s shoulder, — why
“Admitted to the presence by and by,
“Should thought of having lost these make me grieve
“Among new joys I reach, for joys I leave?
“Cool citrine-crystals, fierce pyropus-stone,
“Are floor-work there! But do I let alone
“That black-eyed peasant in the vestibule
“Once and for ever? — Floor-work? No such fool!
“Rather, were heaven to forestall earth, I ‘d say
“I, is it, must be blest? Then, my own way
“Bless me! Giver firmer arm and fleeter foot,
“I ‘ll thank you: but to no mad wings transmute
“These limbs of mine — our greensward was so soft!
“Nor camp I on the thundercloud aloft:
“We feel the bliss distinctlier, having thus
“Engines subservient, not mixed up with us.
“Better move palpably through heaven: nor, freed
“Of flesh, forsooth, from space to space proceed
“‘Mid flying synods of worlds! No: in heaven’s marge
“Show Titan still, recumbent o’er his targe
“Solid with stars — the Centaur at his game,
“Made tremulously out in hoary flame!
“Life! Yet the very cup whose extreme dull
“Dregs, even, I would quaff, was dashed, at full,
“Aside so oft; the death I fly, revealed
“So oft a better life this life concealed,
“And which sage, champion, martyr, through each path
“Have hunted fearlessly — the horrid bath,
“The crippling-irons and the fiery chair.
“‘T was well for them; let me become aware
“As they, and I relinquish life, too! Let
“What masters life disclose itself! Forget
“Vain ordinances, I have one appeal —
“I feel, am what I feel, know what I feel;
“So much is truth to me. What Is, then? Since
“One object, viewed diversely, may evince
“Beauty and ugliness — this way attract,
“That way repel, — why gloze upon the fact?
“Why must a single of the sides be right?
“What bids choose this and leave the opposite?
“Where ‘s abstract Right for me? — in youth endued
“With Right still present, still to be pursued,
“Thro’ all the interchange of circles, rife
“Each with its proper law and mode of life,
“Each to be dwelt at ease in: where, to sway
“Absolute with the Kaiser, or obey
“Implicit with his serf of fluttering heart,
“Or, like a sudden thought of God’s, to start
“Up, Brutus in the presence, then go shout
“That some should pick the unstrung jewels out —
“Each,