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The waves that whimper still
And hence his gloriousness.
He suffers and would die.
For man to wander in.
Earth’s truant and earth’s king!
Man only does not cease
Or chastisemental cry.
His rovings to increase,
If I have suffered pain
Come on and are back drawn.
(O flowing sad complaint!)
Man only is not faint.
Raiment of joy and awe.
Sun sets in peace: and soon
Remain for him to store,
If aught of pleasance there
Man, leastways, will not be
He yet must find out sin,
Down-bounden to these laws.
But man shall not abide,
You see, the earth is bound.
Man’s spirit sees no cause
From striving and from cry.
In quest of many a shore
That keeps the earth so fair
And sweet peace on the hill.
All-beauteous and all peace.
I have not served the law
At their long law-serving
O let his pain abound,
For all that bow to bless
There yet are many seas
Peace sleeps the earth upon,
That law shall sure abide.
Grudge not then suffering
I willed it. ’Tis no good
For glorious liberty
Forbidden still to fare.
The moon will shower her peace.
To murmur or complain.
It is because I would.
You see, the man is free.
You hold your peace in fee!
And gives her clothes to wear
Man only owns no king,
Lo, evening earth doth lie
To serve such laws as these.
O law-abiding moon,
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If I have suffered pain It is because I would. I willed it. ’Tis no good To murmur or complain. I have not served the law That keeps the earth so fair And gives her clothes to wear Raiment of joy and awe.
For all that bow to bless That law shall sure abide. But man shall not abide, And hence his gloriousness. Lo, evening earth doth lie All-beauteous and all peace. Man only does not cease From striving and from cry.
Sun sets in peace: and soon The moon will shower her peace. O law-abiding moon, You hold your peace in fee! Man, leastways, will not be Down-bounden to these laws. Man’s spirit sees no cause To serve such laws as these.
There yet are many seas For man to wander in. He yet must find out sin, If aught of pleasance there Remain for him to store, His rovings to increase, In quest of many a shore Forbidden still to fare.
Peace sleeps the earth upon, And sweet peace on the hill. The waves that whimper still At their long law-serving (O flowing sad complaint!) Come on and are back drawn. Man only owns no king, Man only is not faint.
You see, the earth is bound. You see, the man is free. For glorious liberty He suffers and would die. Grudge not then suffering Or chastisemental cry. O let his pain abound, Earth’s truant and earth’s king!