Shakespeare and Milton——what third blazoned¹ name

    Shall lips of after-ages link to these？

    His who， beside the wild encircling seas，

    Was England's voice， her voice with one acclaim²，

    For threescore years； whose word of praise was fame，

    Whose scorn gave pause to man's iniquities³.

    II

    What strain was his in that Crimean war？

    A bugle-call in battle； a low breath，

    Plaintive⁴ and sweet， above the fields of death！

    So year by year the music rolled afar，

    From Euxine wastes to flowery Kandahar，

    Bearing the laurel or the cypress⁵ wreath.

    III

    Others shall have their little space of time，

    Their proper niche⁶ and bust⁷， then fade away

    Into the darkness， poets of a day；

    But thou， O builder of enduring rhyme，

    Thou shalt not pass！ Thy fame in every clime

    On earth shall live where Saxon speech has sway.

    IV

    Waft⁸ me this verse across the winter sea，

    Through light and dark， through mist and blinding sleet⁹，

    O winter winds， and lay it at his feet；

    Though the poor gift betray my poverty，

    At his feet lay it： it may chance that he

    Will find no gift， where reverence¹⁰ is， unmeet.