God is law, say the wise; O Soul, and let us rejoice, For if He thunder by law the thunder is yet His voice. Law is God, say some: no God at all, says the fool; For all we have power to see is a straight staff bent in a pool; And the ear of man cannot hear, and the eye of man cannot see ; But if we could see and hear, this Vision-were it not He ? 204 FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies ;— LUCRETIUS. LUCILIA, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had died Yet often when the woman heard his foot And long roll of the Hexameter-he past To turn and ponder those three hundred scrolls Left by the Teacher whom he held divine. She brook'd it not; but wrathful, petulant, Dreaming some rival, sought and found a witch Who brew'd the philtre which had power, they said, To lead an errant passion home again. And this, at times, she mingled with his drink, And this destroy'd him; for the wicked broth And tickling the brute brain within the man's That mock'd him with returning calm, and cried; 'Storm in the night! for thrice I heard the rain Rushing; and once the flash of a thunderboltMethought I never saw so fierce a fork Struck out the streaming mountain-side, and show'd A riotous confluence of watercourses Blanching and billowing in a hollow of it, Where all but yester-eve was dusty-dry. 'Storm, and what dreams, yo holy Gods, what dreams! For thrice I waken'd after dreams. Porchance Wo do but recollect the droams that come Just cre the waking: terrible! for it seem'd And torrents of her myriad universe, Fly on to clash together again, and make Another and another frame of things For ever: that was mine, my dream, I knew it ....... Of and belonging to me, as the dog |