O unapproachable glories of the night!
You type not my desire: enough for me
The vanished meteor’s immortality,
Brief memory of a moment touched with light.
TO-DAY
Voice, with what emulous fire thou singest free hearts of old fashion,
English scorners of Spain, sweeping the blue sea-way,
Sing me the daring of life for life, the magnanimous passion
Of man for man in the mean populous streets of To-day!
Hand, with what colour and power thou couldst show, in the ring hot-sanded,