@2G@1OSSIP of swains befooled by fairy charm, With wordy riots of buffoon and clown, And ripples of light laughter floating down,— Mischief and Mirth and Music arm in arm; Or shadows of the nightfall, soul-alarm And soul-despair, Fate's ever-fixéd frown, And man's high-hearted struggle lest he drown Under the rising waves of wrong and harm; These spirit-symbols have we heard and seen, Treading alike the meadows and the blind And labyrinthine windings long and dim; Danced have we and stood doubtful, yet have been As those that think the better of their kind Because they've walked together and with @3him@1. |