Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton (1809 – 1885)
English poet and politician.
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But on and up, where Nature’s heart
Beats strong amid the hills.
I wandered by the brookside,
I wandered by the mill;
I could not hear the brook flow,
The noisy wheel was still.
Mohammed’s truth lay in a holy Book,
Christ’s in a sacred Life.
Great thoughts, great feelings came to them,
Like instincts, unawares.
Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?
Over the sea.
Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving?
All that love me!
The hills of manhood wear a noble face
When seen from far;
The mist of light from which they take their grace
Hides what they are.
Oh glory, that we wrestle
So valiantly with Time!
A man’s best things are nearest him,
Lie close about his feet.
They who have steeped their souls in prayer
Can every anguish calmly bear.
Heaven was not Heaven if Phaon was not there.
The beating of my own heart
Was all the sound I heard.
A poet’s Mistress is a hallowed thing.
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