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THREE SONNETS TO THE AUTHOR OF ION. (3) - ZaunköniG - 06.05.2022 THREE SONNETS TO THE AUTHOR OF ION. I. I could not come-to shed a man's rare tears With those who honour'd, and who lov'd, thy play ; My heart said " yes,” but my poor health said " nay,” Sharp-pain'd of side, and weak' with household fears : Yet I was with thee,-saw thine high compeers, Wordsworth and Landor,—saw the pil'd array, The many-visag'd heart, looking one way, Come to drink beauteous truth at eyes and ears. Now, said I to myself, the scenes arise ; Now comes the sweet of name,* whom great love sunders From love itself; now, now he gives the skies The heart they gave (sweet thought 'gainst bitter wonders !) And ever and ayo, hands, strong with tear-thrill'd eyes, Snapping the silence, burst in crashing thunders. II. Yes, I beheld the old accustom d sight, Pit, boxes, galleries ; I was at “the play;" I saw uprise the stage's strange floor-day, And music tuning as in tune's despite; Childhood I saw, glad-faced, that squeezeth tight One's hand, while the rapt curtain soars away, And beauty and age, and all that piled array- Thousands of souls drawn to one wise delight. A noble spectacle !-Noble in mirth- Nobler in sacred fellowship of tears ! I've often thought what sight we have on earth, Worthy the fancying of our fellow spheres ; And this is one-whole hosts in love with worth, Judging the shapes of their own hopes and fears. III. Fine age is ours, and marvellous-setting free Hopes that were bending into grey despairs, Winnowing iron like chaff , outspeeding the airs, Conquering with smoky flag the winds at sea, Flinging with thunderous wheels immeasurably, Knowledge, like daily light: so that man stares Planet-struck with his work-day world, nor dares Repeat the old babble of what “ shall never be." A great, good age !-Greatest and best in this,- That it strikes dumb the old anti-creeds, which parted Man from the child-prosperity from the bliss Of faith in good-and toil of wealth unthwarted From leisure crown'd with bay, such as thine is, Talfourd ! a lawyer prosperous and young-hearted. . |