Songs of the Spirit

IN NEVILLE’S COURT, TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE. I THINK the souls of many men are here Among these cloisters, underneath the spire That the moon silvers with magnetic fire ; But not a moon-ray is it, that so clear Shines on the pavement, for a voice of fear It hath, unless it be the breeze that mocks My ear, and waves his old majestic locks About his head. There fell upon my ear : “ O soul contemplative of distant things, Who hast a poet’s heart, even if thy pen Be dry and barren, who dost hold Love dear, Speed forth this message on the fiery wings Of stinging song to all the race of men : That they have hope ; for we are happy here.” 59