{
 "id": "oscar-wilde/humanitad",
 "title": "Humanitad",
 "poet": "Oscar Wilde",
 "poet_slug": "oscar-wilde",
 "language": "en",
 "book": "Poems",
 "book_slug": "poems",
 "book_kind": "volume",
 "sequence": 12,
 "container": null,
 "epigraph": null,
 "first_published": {
  "year": 1881,
  "venue": "Poems (1881)",
  "note": "First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established.",
  "uncertain": false,
  "sources": [
   "https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1057"
  ]
 },
 "source": {
  "kind": "standard-ebooks",
  "repo": "standardebooks/oscar-wilde_poetry",
  "file": "poetry.xhtml",
  "upstream": [
   "https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1057",
   "https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1338",
   "https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Lotus_Leaves",
   "https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Wasted_Days_(from_a_Picture_Painted_by_Miss_V._T.)",
   "https://catalog.hathitrust.org/Record/102953450",
   "https://archive.org/details/ravennarecitedin00wildrich",
   "https://catalog.hathitrust.org/Record/010824214",
   "https://catalog.hathitrust.org/Record/006061074",
   "https://catalog.hathitrust.org/Record/100217578",
   "https://archive.org/details/cu31924013571082",
   "https://newspapers.bc.edu/?a=d&d=pilot18770721-01.2.24"
  ],
  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
 },
 "verification": {
  "level": "structural-only",
  "last_checked": "2026-08-12"
 },
 "stats": {
  "n_lines": 438,
  "n_stanzas": 73,
  "n_parts": 0,
  "longest_line_chars": 70,
  "max_indent": 1
 },
 "site_ready": true,
 "parts": [],
 "stanzas": [
  [
   {
    "text": "It is full winter now: the trees are bare,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Save where the cattle huddle from the cold",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Beneath the pine, for it doth never wear",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The autumn’s gaudy livery whose gold",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Her jealous brother pilfers, but is true",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "To the green doublet; bitter is the wind, as though it blew",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "From Saturn’s cave; a few thin wisps of hay",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Lie on the sharp black hedges, where the wain",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Dragged the sweet pillage of a summer’s day",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "From the low meadows up the narrow lane;",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Upon the half-thawed snow the bleating sheep",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Press close against the hurdles, and the shivering house-dogs creep",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "From the shut stable to the frozen stream",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And back again disconsolate, and miss",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "The bawling shepherds and the noisy team;",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And overhead in circling listlessness",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "The cawing rooks whirl round the frosted stack,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Or crowd the dripping boughs; and in the fen the ice-pools crack",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Where the gaunt bittern stalks among the reeds",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And flaps his wings, and stretches back his neck,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And hoots to see the moon; across the meads",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Limps the poor frightened hare, a little speck;",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And a stray seamew with its fretful cry",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Flits like a sudden drift of snow against the dull grey sky.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Full winter: and the lusty goodman brings",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "His load of faggots from the chilly byre,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And stamps his feet upon the hearth, and flings",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The sappy billets on the waning fire,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And laughs to see the sudden lightening scare",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "His children at their play, and yet⁠—the Spring is in the air;",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Already the slim crocus stirs the snow,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And soon yon blanchèd fields will bloom again",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "With nodding cowslips for some lad to mow,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "For with the first warm kisses of the rain",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "The winter’s icy sorrow breaks to tears,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And the brown thrushes mate, and with bright eyes the rabbit peers",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "From the dark warren where the fir-cones lie,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And treads one snowdrop under foot, and runs",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Over the mossy knoll, and blackbirds fly",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Across our path at evening, and the suns",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Stay longer with us; ah! how good to see",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Grass-girdled spring in all her joy of laughing greenery",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Dance through the hedges till the early rose,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "(That sweet repentance of the thorny briar!)",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Burst from its sheathèd emerald and disclose",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The little quivering disk of golden fire",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Which the bees know so well, for with it come",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Pale boy’s-love, sops-in-wine, and daffadillies all in bloom.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Then up and down the field the sower goes,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "While close behind the laughing younker scares",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "With shrilly whoop the black and thievish crows,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And then the chestnut-tree its glory wears,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And on the grass the creamy blossom falls",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "In odorous excess, and faint half-whispered madrigals",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Steal from the bluebells’ nodding carillons",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Each breezy morn, and then white jessamine,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "That star of its own heaven, snap-dragons",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "With lolling crimson tongues, and eglantine",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "In dusty velvets clad usurp the bed",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And woodland empery, and when the lingering rose hath shed",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Red leaf by leaf its folded panoply,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And pansies closed their purple-lidded eyes,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Chrysanthemums from gilded argosy",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Unload their gaudy scentless merchandise,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And violets getting overbold withdraw",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "From their shy nooks, and scarlet berries dot the leafless haw.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "O happy field! and O thrice happy tree!",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Soon will your queen in daisy-flowered smock",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And crown of flower-de-luce trip down the lea,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Soon will the lazy shepherds drive their flock",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Back to the pasture by the pool, and soon",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Through the green leaves will float the hum of murmuring bees at noon.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Soon will the glade be bright with bellamour,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The flower which wantons love, and those sweet nuns",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Vale-lilies in their snowy vestiture",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Will tell their beaded pearls, and carnations",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "With mitred dusky leaves will scent the wind,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And straggling traveller’s-joy each hedge with yellow stars will bind.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Dear Bride of Nature and most bounteous spring,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "That canst give increase to the sweet-breath’d kine,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And to the kid its little horns, and bring",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The soft and silky blossoms to the vine,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Where is that old nepenthe which of yore",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Man got from poppy root and glossy-berried mandragore!",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "There was a time when any common bird",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Could make me sing in unison, a time",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "When all the strings of boyish life were stirred",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "To quick response or more melodious rhyme",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "By every forest idyll;⁠—do I change?",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Or rather doth some evil thing through thy fair pleasaunce range?",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Nay, nay, thou art the same: ’tis I who seek",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "To vex with sighs thy simple solitude,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And because fruitless tears bedew my cheek",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Would have thee weep with me in brotherhood;",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Fool! shall each wronged and restless spirit dare",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "To taint such wine with the salt poison of his own despair!",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Thou art the same: ’tis I whose wretched soul",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Takes discontent to be its paramour,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And gives its kingdom to the rude control",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Of what should be its servitor⁠—for sure",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Wisdom is somewhere, though the stormy sea",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Contain it not, and the huge deep answer “ ’Tis not in me.”",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "To burn with one clear flame, to stand erect",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "In natural honour, not to bend the knee",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "In profitless prostrations whose effect",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Is by itself condemned, what alchemy",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Can teach me this? what herb Medea brewed",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Will bring the unexultant peace of essence not subdued?",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "The minor chord which ends the harmony,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And for its answering brother waits in vain",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Sobbing for incompleted melody,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Dies a swan’s death; but I the heir of pain,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "A silent Memnon with blank lidless eyes,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Wait for the light and music of those suns which never rise.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "The quenched-out torch, the lonely cypress-gloom,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The little dust stored in the narrow urn,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "The gentle ΧΑΙΡΕ of the Attic tomb⁠—",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Were not these better far than to return",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "To my old fitful restless malady,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Or spend my days within the voiceless cave of misery?",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Nay! for perchance that poppy-crownèd god",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Is like the watcher by a sick man’s bed",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Who talks of sleep but gives it not; his rod",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Hath lost its virtue, and, when all is said,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Death is too rude, too obvious a key",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "To solve one single secret in a life’s philosophy.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "And Love! that noble madness, whose august",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And inextinguishable might can slay",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "The soul with honeyed drugs⁠—alas! I must",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "From such sweet ruin play the runaway,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Although too constant memory never can",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Forget the archèd splendour of those brows Olympian",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Which for a little season made my youth",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "So soft a swoon of exquisite indolence",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "That all the chiding of more prudent Truth",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Seemed the thin voice of jealousy⁠—O Hence",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Thou huntress deadlier than Artemis!",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Go seek some other quarry! for of thy too perilous bliss",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "My lips have drunk enough⁠—no more, no more⁠—",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Though Love himself should turn his gilded prow",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Back to the troubled waters of this shore",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Where I am wrecked and stranded, even now",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "The chariot wheels of passion sweep too near,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Hence! Hence! I pass unto a life more barren, more austere.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "More barren⁠—ay, those arms will never lean",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Down through the trellised vines and draw my soul",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "In sweet reluctance through the tangled green;",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Some other head must wear that aureole,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "For I am hers who loves not any man",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Whose white and stainless bosom bears the sign Gorgonian.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Let Venus go and chuck her dainty page,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And kiss his mouth, and toss his curly hair,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "With net and spear and hunting equipage",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Let young Adonis to his tryst repair,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "But me her fond and subtle-fashioned spell",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Delights no more, though I could win her dearest citadel.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Ay, though I were that laughing shepherd boy",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Who from Mount Ida saw the little cloud",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Pass over Tenedos and lofty Troy",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And knew the coming of the Queen, and bowed",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "In wonder at her feet, not for the sake",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Of a new Helen would I bid her hand the apple take.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Then rise supreme Athena argent-limbed!",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And, if my lips be music-less, inspire",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "At least my life: was not thy glory hymned",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "By One who gave to thee his sword and lyre",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Like Aeschylos at well-fought Marathon,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And died to show that Milton’s England still could bear a son!",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "And yet I cannot tread the Portico",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And live without desire, fear and pain,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Or nurture that wise calm which long ago",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The grave Athenian master taught to men,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Self-poised, self-centred, and self-comforted,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "To watch the world’s vain fantasies go by with unbowed head.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Alas! that serene brow, those eloquent lips,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Those eyes that mirrored all eternity,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Rest in their own Colonos, an eclipse",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Hath come on Wisdom, and Mnemosyne",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Is childless; in the night which she had made",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "For lofty secure flight Athena’s owl itself hath strayed.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Nor much with Science do I care to climb,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Although by strange and subtle witchery",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "She drew the moon from heaven: the Muse of Time",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Unrolls her gorgeous-coloured tapestry",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "To no less eager eyes; often indeed",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "In the great epic of Polymnia’s scroll I love to read",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "How Asia sent her myriad hosts to war",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Against a little town, and panoplied",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "In gilded mail with jewelled scimitar,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "White-shielded, purple-crested, rode the Mede",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Between the waving poplars and the sea",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Which men call Artemisium, till he saw Thermopylae",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Its steep ravine spanned by a narrow wall,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And on the nearer side a little brood",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Of careless lions holding festival!",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And stood amazèd at such hardihood,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And pitched his tent upon the reedy shore,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And stayed two days to wonder, and then crept at midnight o’er",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Some unfrequented height, and coming down",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The autumn forests treacherously slew",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "What Sparta held most dear and was the crown",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Of far Eurotas, and passed on, nor knew",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "How God had staked an evil net for him",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "In the small bay at Salamis⁠—and yet, the page grows dim,",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Its cadenced Greek delights me not, I feel",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "With such a goodly time too out of tune",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "To love it much: for like the Dial’s wheel",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "That from its blinded darkness strikes the noon",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Yet never sees the sun, so do my eyes",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Restlessly follow that which from my cheated vision flies.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "O for one grand unselfish simple life",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "To teach us what is Wisdom! speak ye hills",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Of lone Helvellyn, for this note of strife",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Shunned your untroubled crags and crystal rills,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Where is that Spirit which living blamelessly",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Yet dared to kiss the smitten mouth of his own century!",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Speak ye Rydalian laurels! where is He",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Whose gentle head ye sheltered, that pure soul",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Whose gracious days of uncrowned majesty",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Through lowliest conduct touched the lofty goal",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Where love and duty mingle! Him at least",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The most high Laws were glad of, He had sat at Wisdom’s feast,",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "But we are Learning’s changelings, know by rote",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The clarion watchword of each Grecian school",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And follow none, the flawless sword which smote",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The pagan Hydra is an effete tool",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Which we ourselves have blunted, what man now",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Shall scale the august ancient heights and to old Reverence bow?",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "One such indeed I saw, but, Ichabod!",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Gone is that last dear son of Italy,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Who being man died for the sake of God,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And whose unrisen bones sleep peacefully,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "O guard him, guard him well, my Giotto’s tower,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Thou marble lily of the lily town! let not the lour",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Of the rude tempest vex his slumber, or",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The Arno with its tawny troubled gold",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "O’er-leap its marge, no mightier conqueror",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Clomb the high Capitol in the days of old",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "When Rome was indeed Rome, for Liberty",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Walked like a bride beside him, at which sight pale Mystery",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Fled shrieking to her farthest sombrest cell",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "With an old man who grabbled rusty keys,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Fled shuddering, for that immemorial knell",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "With which oblivion buries dynasties",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Swept like a wounded eagle on the blast,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "As to the holy heart of Rome the great triumvir passed.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "He knew the holiest heart and heights of Rome,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "He drave the base wolf from the lion’s lair,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And now lies dead by that empyreal dome",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Which overtops Valdarno hung in air",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "By Brunelleschi⁠—O Melpomene",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Breathe through thy melancholy pipe thy sweetest threnody!",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Breathe through the tragic stops such melodies",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "That Joy’s self may grow jealous, and the Nine",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Forget awhile their discreet emperies,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Mourning for him who on Rome’s lordliest shrine",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Lit for men’s lives the light of Marathon,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And bare to sun-forgotten fields the fire of the sun!",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "O guard him, guard him well, my Giotto’s tower,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Let some young Florentine each eventide",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Bring coronals of that enchanted flower",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Which the dim woods of Vallombrosa hide,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And deck the marble tomb wherein he lies",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Whose soul is as some mighty orb unseen of mortal eyes.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Some mighty orb whose cycled wanderings,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Being tempest-driven to the farthest rim",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Where Chaos meets Creation and the wings",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Of the eternal chanting Cherubim",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Are pavilioned on Nothing, passed away",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Into a moonless void⁠—and yet, though he is dust and clay,",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "He is not dead, the immemorial Fates",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Forbid it, and the closing shears refrain.",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Lift up your heads ye everlasting gates!",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Ye argent clarions, sound a loftier strain",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "For the vile thing he hated lurks within",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Its sombre house, alone with God and memories of sin.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Still what avails it that she sought her cave",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "That murderous mother of red harlotries?",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "At Munich on the marble architrave",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The Grecian boys die smiling, but the seas",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Which wash Aegina fret in loneliness",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Not mirroring their beauty; so our lives grow colourless",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "For lack of our ideals, if one star",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Flame torch-like in the heavens the unjust",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Swift daylight kills it, and no trump of war",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Can wake to passionate voice the silent dust",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Which was Mazzini once! rich Niobe",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "For all her stony sorrows hath her sons; but Italy!",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "What Easter Day shall make her children rise,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Who were not Gods yet suffered? what sure feet",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Shall find their grave-clothes folded? what clear eyes",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Shall see them bodily? O it were meet",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "To roll the stone from off the sepulchre",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And kiss the bleeding roses of their wounds, in love of Her,",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Our Italy! our mother visible!",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Most blessed among nations and most sad,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "For whose dear sake the young Calabrian fell",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "That day at Aspromonte and was glad",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "That in an age when God was bought and sold",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "One man could die for Liberty! but we, burnt out and cold,",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "See Honour smitten on the cheek and gyves",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Bind the sweet feet of Mercy: Poverty",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Creeps through our sunless lanes and with sharp knives",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Cuts the warm throats of children stealthily,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And no word said:⁠—O we are wretched men",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Unworthy of our great inheritance! where is the pen",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Of austere Milton? where the mighty sword",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Which slew its master righteously? the years",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Have lost their ancient leader, and no word",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Breaks from the voiceless tripod on our ears:",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "While as a ruined mother in some spasm",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Bears a base child and loathes it, so our best enthusiasm",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Genders unlawful children, Anarchy",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Freedom’s own Judas, the vile prodigal",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Licence who steals the gold of Liberty",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And yet has nothing, Ignorance the real",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "One Fraticide since Cain, Envy the asp",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "That stings itself to anguish, Avarice whose palsied grasp",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Is in its extent stiffened, moneyed Greed",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "For whose dull appetite men waste away",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Amid the whirr of wheels and are the seed",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Of things which slay their sower, these each day",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Sees rife in England, and the gentle feet",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Of Beauty tread no more the stones of each unlovely street.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "What even Cromwell spared is desecrated",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "By weed and worm, left to the stormy play",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Of wind and beating snow, or renovated",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "By more destructful hands: Time’s worst decay",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Will wreathe its ruins with some loveliness,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "But these new Vandals can but make a rainproof barrenness.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Where is that Art which bade the Angels sing",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Through Lincoln’s lofty choir, till the air",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Seems from such marble harmonies to ring",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "With sweeter song than common lips can dare",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "To draw from actual reed? ah! where is now",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The cunning hand which made the flowering hawthorn branches bow",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "For Southwell’s arch, and carved the House of One",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Who loved the lilies of the field with all",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Our dearest English flowers? the same sun",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Rises for us: the seasons natural",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Weave the same tapestry of green and grey:",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The unchanged hills are with us: but that Spirit hath passed away.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "And yet perchance it may be better so,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "For Tyranny is an incestuous Queen,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Murder her brother is her bedfellow,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And the Plague chambers with her: in obscene",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And bloody paths her treacherous feet are set;",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Better the empty desert and a soul inviolate!",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "For gentle brotherhood, the harmony",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Of living in the healthful air, the swift",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Clean beauty of strong limbs when men are free",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And women chaste, these are the things which lift",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Our souls up more than even Agnolo’s",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Gaunt blinded Sibyl poring o’er the scroll of human woes,",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Or Titian’s little maiden on the stair",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "White as her own sweet lily and as tall,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Or Mona Lisa smiling through her hair⁠—",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Ah! somehow life is bigger after all",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Than any painted angel could we see",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The God that is within us! The old Greek serenity",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Which curbs the passion of that level line",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Of marble youths, who with untroubled eyes",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And chastened limbs ride round Athena’s shrine",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And mirror her divine economies,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And balanced symmetry of what in man",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Would else wage ceaseless warfare⁠—this at least within the span",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Between our mother’s kisses and the grave",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Might so inform our lives, that we could win",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Such mighty empires that from her cave",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Temptation would grow hoarse, and pallid Sin",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Would walk ashamed of his adulteries,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And Passion creep from out the House of Lust with startled eyes.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "To make the Body and the Spirit one",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "With all right things, till no thing live in vain",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "From morn to noon, but in sweet unison",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "With every pulse of flesh and throb of brain",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "The soul in flawless essence high enthroned,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Against all outer vain attack invincibly bastioned,",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Mark with serene impartiality",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The strife of things, and yet be comforted,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Knowing that by the chain causality",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "All separate existences are wed",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Into one supreme whole, whose utterance",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Is joy, or holier praise! ah! surely this were governance",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Of Life in most august omnipresence,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Through which the rational intellect would find",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "In passion its expression, and mere sense,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Ignoble else, lend fire to the mind,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And being joined with it in harmony",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "More mystical than that which binds the stars planetary,",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Strike from their several tones one octave chord",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Whose cadence being measureless would fly",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Through all the circling spheres, then to its Lord",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Return refreshed with its new empery",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And more exultant power⁠—this indeed",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Could we but reach it were to find the last, the perfect creed.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Ah! it was easy when the world was young",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "To keep one’s life free and inviolate,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "From our sad lips another song is rung,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "By our own hands our heads are desecrate,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Wanderers in drear exile, and dispossessed",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Of what should be our own, we can but feed on wild unrest.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Somehow the grace, the bloom of things has flown,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And of all men we are most wretched who",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Must live each other’s lives and not our own",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "For very pity’s sake and then undo",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "All that we lived for⁠—it was otherwise",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "When soul and body seemed to blend in mystic symphonies.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "But we have left those gentle haunts to pass",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "With weary feet to the new Calvary,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Where we behold, as one who in a glass",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Sees his own face, self-slain Humanity,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And in the dumb reproach of that sad gaze",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Learn what an awful phantom the red hand of man can raise.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "O smitten mouth! O forehead crowned with thorn!",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "O chalice of all common miseries!",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Thou for our sakes that loved thee not hast borne",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "An agony of endless centuries,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And we were vain and ignorant nor knew",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "That when we stabbed thy heart it was our own real hearts we slew.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Being ourselves the sowers and the seeds,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The night that covers and the lights that fade,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "The spear that pierces and the side that bleeds,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The lips betraying and the life betrayed;",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "The deep hath calm: the moon hath rest: but we",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Lords of the natural world are yet our own dread enemy.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Is this the end of all that primal force",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Which, in its changes being still the same,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "From eyeless Chaos cleft its upward course,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Through ravenous seas and whirling rocks and flame,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Till the suns met in heaven and began",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Their cycles, and the morning stars sang, and the Word was Man!",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Nay, nay, we are but crucified, and though",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The bloody sweat falls from our brows like rain,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Loosen the nails⁠—we shall come down I know,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Staunch the red wounds⁠—we shall be whole again,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "No need have we of hyssop-laden rod,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "That which is purely human, that is Godlike, that is God.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ]
 ]
}