Then, when the wind begins among the vines, So low, so low, what shall it say but this? “Here is the change beginning, here the lines Circumscribe beauty, set to bliss The limit time assigns.” 13. Nothing can be as it has been before; Better, so call it, only not the same. To draw one beauty into our hearts’ core, And keep it changeless! such our claim; So answered,--Never more! 14. Simple? Why this is the old woe o’ the world; Tune, to whose rise and fall we live and die. Rise with it, then! Rejoice that man is hurled From change to change unceasingly, His soul’s wings never furled! 15. That’s a new question; still replies the fact, Nothing endures: the wind moans, saying so; We moan in acquiescence: there’s life’s pact, Perhaps probation--do I know? God does: endure his act! 16. Only, for man, how bitter not to grave On his soul’s hands’ palms one fair good wise thing Just as he grasped it! For himself, death’s wave; While time first washes--ah, the sting!-- O’er all he’d sink to save. VII. Among the Rocks. 1. Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i’ the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet For the ripple to run over in its mirth; Listening the while, where on the heap of stones The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet. 2. That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true; Such is life’s trial, as old earth smiles and knows. If you loved only what were worth your love, Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you: Make the low nature better by your throes! Give earth yourself, go up for gain above! VIII. Beside the Drawing-Board. 1.