His magic was not far to seek,-- He was so human! Whether strong or weak, Far from his kind he neither sank nor soared, But sate an equal guest at every board: No beggar ever felt him condescend, No prince presume; for still himself he bare At manhood’s simple level, and where’er He met a stranger, there he left a friend. How large an aspect! nobly unsevere, With freshness round him of Olympian cheer, Like visits of those earthly gods he came; His look, wherever its good-fortune fell, Doubled the feast without a miracle, And on the hearthstone danced a happier flame; Philemon’s crabbed vintage grew benign; Amphitryon’s gold-juice humanized to wine. III. 1. The garrulous memories Gather again from all their far-flown nooks, Singly at first, and then by twos and threes, Then in a throng innumerable, as the rooks Thicken their twilight files Tow’rd Tintern’s gray repose of roofless aisles: Once more I see him at the table’s head When Saturday her monthly banquet spread To scholars, poets, wits, All choice, some famous, loving things, not names, And so without a twinge at others' fames; Such company as wisest moods befits, Yet with no pedant blindness to the worth Of undeliberate mirth, Natures benignly mixed of air and earth, Now with the stars and now with equal zest Tracing the eccentric orbit of a jest. 2. I see in vision the warm-lighted hall, The living and the dead I see again, And but my chair is empty; ’mid them all ’Tis I that seem the dead: they all remain Immortal, changeless creatures of the brain: Well nigh I doubt which world is real most, Of sense or spirit, to the truly sane; In this abstraction it were light to deem Myself the figment of some stronger dream; They are the real things, and I the ghost That glide unhindered through the solid door, Vainly for recognition seek from chair to chair, And strive to speak and am but futile air, As truly most of us are little more. 3. Him most I see whom we most dearly miss, The latest parted thence, His features poised in genial armistice And armed neutrality of self-defence Beneath the forehead’s walled preëminence, While Tyro, plucking facts with careless reach, Settles off-hand our human how and whence; The long-trained veteran scarcely wincing hears The infallible strategy of volunteers Making through Nature’s walls its easy breach, And seems to learn where he alone could teach. Ample and ruddy, the board’s end he fills As he our fireside were, our light and heat, Centre where minds diverse and various skills Find their warm nook and stretch unhampered feet; I see the firm benignity of face, Wide-smiling champaign, without tameness sweet, The mass Teutonic toned to Gallic grace, The eyes whose sunshine runs before the lips While Holmes’s rockets curve their long ellipse, And burst in seeds of fire that burst again To drop in scintillating rain. 4.