Nothing else is like it, no, not all so strains Us: fresh youth fretted in a bloomfall all portending That sweet's sweeter ending; Realm both Christ is heir to and there reigns. O now well work that sealing sacred ointment! O for now charms, arms, what bans off bad And locks love ever in a lad! Let me though see no more of him, and not disappointment Those sweet hopes quell whose least me quickenings lift. In scarlet or somewhere of some day seeing That brow and bead of being, An our day's God's own Galahad. Though this child's drift Seems by a divine doom channelled, nor do I cry Disaster there; but may he not rankle and roam In backwheels though bound home?-- That left to the Lord of the Eucharist, I here lie by; Recorded only, I have put my lips on pleas Would brandle adamantine heaven with ride and jar, did Prayer go disregarded: Forward-like, but however, and like favourable heaven heard these. _24 Morning Midday and Evening Sacrifice_ THE dappled die-away Cheek and wimpled lip, The gold-wisp, the airy-grey Eye, all in fellowship-- This, all this beauty blooming, This, all this freshness fuming, Give God while worth consuming. Both thought and thew now bolder And told by Nature: Tower; Head, heart, hand, heel, and shoulder That beat and breathe in power-- This pride of prime's enjoyment Take as for tool, not toy meant And hold at Christ's employment. The vault and scope and schooling And mastery in the mind, In silk-ash kept from cooling, And ripest under rind-- What life half lifts the latch of, What hell stalks towards the snatch of, Your offering, with despatch, of! _25 Andromeda_ Now Time's Andromeda on this rock rude, With not her either beauty's equal or Her injury's, looks off by both horns of shore, Her flower, her piece of being, doomed dragon's food. Time past she has been attempted and pursued By many blows and banes; but now hears roar A wilder beast from West than all were, more Rife in her wrongs, more lawless, and more lewd. Her Perseus linger and leave her to her extremes?-- Pillowy air he treads a time and hangs His thoughts on her, forsaken that she seems, All while her patience, morselled into pangs, Mounts; then to alight disarming, no one dreams, With Gorgon's gear and barebill, thongs and fangs. _26 The Candle Indoors_ SOME candle clear burns somewhere I come by. I muse at how its being puts blissful back With yellowy moisture mild night's blear-all black, Or to-fro tender trambeams truckle at the eye. By that window what task what fingers ply, I plod wondering, a-wanting, just for lack Of answer the eagerer a-wanting Jessy or Jack There God to aggrandise, God to glorify.--