Late Lyrics and Earlier : with Many Other Verses eBook

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Where once we danced, where once sang,
      Gentlemen,
The floors are sunken, cobwebs hang,
And cracks creep; worms have fed upon
The doors.  Yea, sprightlier times were then
Than now, with harps and tabrets gone,
      Gentlemen!

Where once we rowed, where once we sailed,
      Gentlemen,
And damsels took the tiller, veiled
Against too strong a stare (God wot
Their fancy, then or anywhen!)
Upon that shore we are clean forgot,
      Gentlemen!

We have lost somewhat, afar and near,
      Gentlemen,
The thinning of our ranks each year
Affords a hint we are nigh undone,
That we shall not be ever again
The marked of many, loved of one,
      Gentlemen.

In dance the polka hit our wish,
      Gentlemen,
The paced quadrille, the spry schottische,
“Sir Roger.”—­And in opera spheres
The “Girl” (the famed “Bohemian"),
And “Trovatore,” held the ears,
      Gentlemen.

This season’s paintings do not please,
      Gentlemen,
Like Etty, Mulready, Maclise;
Throbbing romance has waned and wanned;
No wizard wields the witching pen
Of Bulwer, Scott, Dumas, and Sand,
      Gentlemen.

The bower we shrined to Tennyson,
      Gentlemen,
Is roof-wrecked; damps there drip upon
Sagged seats, the creeper-nails are rust,
The spider is sole denizen;
Even she who read those rhymes is dust,
      Gentlemen!

We who met sunrise sanguine-souled,
      Gentlemen,
Are wearing weary.  We are old;
These younger press; we feel our rout
Is imminent to Aides’ den, —
That evening’s shades are stretching out,
      Gentlemen!

And yet, though ours be failing frames,
      Gentlemen,
So were some others’ history names,
Who trode their track light-limbed and fast
As these youth, and not alien
From enterprise, to their long last,
      Gentlemen.

Sophocles, Plato, Socrates,
      Gentlemen,
Pythagoras, Thucydides,
Herodotus, and Homer,—­yea,
Clement, Augustin, Origen,
Burnt brightlier towards their setting-day,
      Gentlemen.

And ye, red-lipped and smooth-browed; list,
      Gentlemen;
Much is there waits you we have missed;
Much lore we leave you worth the knowing,
Much, much has lain outside our ken: 
Nay, rush not:  time serves:  we are going,
      Gentlemen.

AFTER READING PSALMS XXXIX., XL., ETC.

Simple was I and was young;
   Kept no gallant tryst, I;
Even from good words held my tongue,
   Quoniam Tu fecisti!

Through my youth I stirred me not,
   High adventure missed I,
Left the shining shrines unsought;
   Yet—­me deduxisti!

At my start by Helicon
   Love-lore little wist I,
Worldly less; but footed on;
   Why?  Me suscepisti!

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