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RODEN NOEL
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THE
COLLECTED POEMS
OF
RODEN NOEL
WITH A NOTICE BY THE LATE
LONDON
KEGAN PAUL, TRENCH, TRUBNER & CO. L^°
PATERNOSTER HOUSE, CHARING CROSS ROAD
1902
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INTRODUCTORY NOTE
after two years to become the pupil of the Rev. Charles Harbin, at
for two years in the East, visiting Egypt, Nubia, the Holy Land,
Palmyra, then Lebanon, Greece, and Turkey. At Beirout he met
with a serious illness, through which he was nursed by Madame
de Broe, the wife of a banker in that city, whose daughter, Alice,
he married in 1863.
By this marriage there were three children, Frances, Conrad,
and Eric, the last of whom died at the age of five, and was the
His friend^ the late Dr. Henry Sidgwick^ thus writes of him
and of his powers as a thinker : "/ never came from a talk with
him without feeling afresh the rarity and richness of his nature^ his
Nature and all things noble and pathetic in human life. I never
knew any one who seemed more at home in that higher region of
thought and feelings into which most of us rise occasionally with
some efforty when the great realities of human life and destiny are
VICTORIA BUXTON.
CONTENTS
BEATRICE AND OTHER POEMS— BEATRICE AND OTHER POEMS-
Beatrice — Continued
Book I
Haven Ganymede
In
Home
The Destroyer
.... .
5
5
6
On the Rhine
A Long Mourning .
74
75
Night ....
Song " Like Her, but not
:
34
Consolation
Dear Head, Lie Calm
81
81
83
the Same" "Leave God's own Ranks
Kathleen
June Roses
.... 34
34
Drawn up to Fight"
To A Waterlily
83
83
35
"And She was a Widow" Before Raffaelle .
84
35
A Walk in Spring .
36
What the Old Church said 84
Blind and Deaf — "As A Tale that is Told'' 86
Part I "To WHOM shall we Go.?" 87
37
Part II Pan 94
38
Summer Clouds and a Swan In Memoriam Thackeray
40 91
Autumn in Ireland 42
On the Mountain ,
98
Garibaldi: Ax Ode
The Grandmother's Story
Another Version
Cradle Song for Summer
.
44
47
Palmyra .... 99
lOI
48
Leonardo's Christ '.
49
A Confession .
52 THE RED FLAG AND OTHER
A Child's Funeral 56 POEMS—
Song "I went, Dear, by th
....
:
CONTENTS
At Court 122
Canto III. 178
Canto IV. 186
A Vision of the Desert 123
The Water-Nymph and th MOSI-OA-TUNYA 192
Canto V. .
195
Boy 126
Allerheiligen. I2S
Canto VI. 196
Christ
: 1
....
870-1
.... 148
Act
Act
I.
II.
.
.
207
210
Siege
Rulers
Franc-Tireurs
.... 148
148
149
Act III. .
219
IV. . 225
.
263
264
264
Love Hiding
Rose and Butterfly
. •
•
310
311
3"
Nature and the Dead . 266 Swing-Song 3"
The Toy Cross 26S Magic-Lantern 312
Azrael 268 The Temple of Sorrow . 312
A Southern' Spring Carol The Gemonian
All Saints, and All Souls
Vision of the Night
.
.
269
271 Thalatta
By the Sea
.... Stairs . 317
317
In London ....
"The Sea shall give up her
272
272 Tintadgel
Suspiria ....
321
321
J22
Dead " 273 Autumn —
Among the Mountains — Alone
Morning
Noon
.... 275 II.
I. .
Evening
Death
.... 275
276
276
Monte Rosa
To Eric from the Alps .
327
327
329
Guardian Angels of Chil-
dren
Last Victims from the Wreck
277 Melcha
The Agnostic
....
In the Dolomites
.
. 329
329
348
of the "Princess Alice" . 278 The Death of Livingstone 349
Children and the Woods . 279 Byron's Grave . 351
Old Scenes Revisited
Lead Me where the Lily
Blows
. 280
284
Snowdrops
Nocturne
Beethoven
.... 352
352
353
"That they All may be One " 2S4 Northern Spring .
354
Christmas Eve The Two Magualenls
"The Peace of God, which
Passeth all Understand-
285
Winter
In Italy
....
....
.
355
356
357
285 PoLnicAL Sonnets .
357
"The Cloud may "
Sail there 286 The Cathedral 358
De Profundis — Very Death 3S8
I. Nay 287 Madness 358
IL Yea 289 The Sanctuary 359
——— —
— ——— .
CONTENTS
Early April .
455 the German . 478
The Secret of the Nightin
A
GALE ....
Song of Nereids
456
456
To a Com rade
To
Grey Eyes
.
. 478
478
478
O Years!
Dying
....
Sea Slumber-Song
....
.
457
457
458
Mystic Music
Natura Naturans
.
.
479
479
A
Love to
Passion
:
....
The Coast of Cornwall
458
459
459 POEMS =—
Ballad of the Dead Monk
OR, Brother Benedict 459 Bridal Song 487
Severn, Friend of Keats H
The Call of the Caves
The Spirit of Storm
462
462
464
To
Wreck
J.
Merely Friends
.... 487
NOTES 497
EXTRACTS FROM LETTERS 503
1 A posthumous volume.
•2
Some hitherto unpublished, some published in periodicals.
RODEN NOEL
By JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS
The Hon. Roden Noel, as a poet, has never yet received the attention he
deserves. This is not altogether the fault of the English public. Mr. Noel's
poems are not exactly such as he who runs may read. To be appreciated they
require patient study, not only because their thought is often abstruse, but also
because their expression is not unfrequently perplexing. Indeed, no other poet
of our age, with the exception of Mr. Robert Browning, has added so much of
verbal and rhythmical difficulty to the difficulties of pregnant meaning and bold
speculation. Mr. Noel is what Goethe would have called an incommensurable
man and his work cannot be measured by any common standard or sounded
;
by any average plummet. It is probable that his poems will not receive due
recognition until a Noel Society has been founded. By this I mean again to
place him in the same rank as Mr. Browning, who waited for his popularity until
a band of students were enrolled to dedicate their time and talents to the explora-
tion of his labyrinths of thought. If this happens in the case of Mr. Noel, people
will discover that an impassioned singer, a philosopher of marked originality,
a tender-hearted Christian, and a democrat in the noblest sense of the term, has
been appealing to them in words of wayward beauty and varied melody during
more than a quarter of a century, almost unheeded.
"A Modern Faust" justifies this somewhat audacious prophecy. It is at once
the most intelligible and the deepest of Mr. Roden Noel's poems, the purest in
style, the widest in scope, the ripest in artistic execution, and the maturest in
expression of its author's views. Those who, like the present writer, have
watched Mr. Noel's career with interest and admiration, qualified by grave doubt
as to his ultimate attainment of the poet's crown, may stake their critical reputa-
tion uponremarkable performance, and invite an indifferent public to its
this
perusal with confidence that the study it demands will be repaid. This is not
saying that the peculiarities of manner which have repelled fastidious lovers of
and remoteness
verse are absent from Mr. Noel's latest work, or that the subtlety
of thought which render his poems inaccessible to careless readers have been
exchanged for facile treatment of momentous themes. At first sight "A Modern
Faust" is even more amorphous than its predecessors. It combines lyrical
measures with the thorniest moral problems, and attempts a provisional solution
of what most men regard as insoluble. Its philosophy — strongly tinged with
mysticism, and assuming the fundamental doctrine of spiritualism — is such as only
RODEN NOEL
created a manner of his own. As regards the thought, difficult as that may be
to seize, it has the same virtue of originality and decision. We need not agree
with Mr. Noel's theory of man's relation to the universe ; but we are compelled
to admit that no poet of this century in England has more resolutely faced the
riddle of the world, prepared himself for his gigantic task with more anxiety of
study, and presented an ambitious metaphysical system with more manful effort
after coherence.
The philosophy which distinguishes Mr. Noel among his brother poets is
better adapted, I think, to the medium of verse than to prose exposition ; and
in " A Modern Faust" it reaches final expression. To
by any characterise it
beauty of the loving, suffering Christ, the saintliness of noble women, the saving
innocence of children. What constitutes this poet "incommensurable" is the
extraordinary range of his sympathies, the justice of his touch upon so many
diverse aspects of the outer and inner world, his combination of idealistic
philosophy with artistic realism.
on man's perverse will and evil customs. He seeks relief in carnal pleasure,
and intoxicates his imagination with the spectacle of triumphant nature. In this
stage its due value is assigned to what we call pantheism. Lyrics, marked by
RODEN NOEL
will produce an ineffaceable impression. The specific faculty of this poet his —
power of fusing the concrete and the abstract, of penetrating thought with
sensuous reality, of incarnating ideas by the magic of a modern mythopoeic
intuition — is displayed with incisive, yet psychologically convincing sense of truth
in the apparition of the Lord of Evil. The utter annihilation of all hope — the
exclusion of all consolatory loop-holes — the absolute asphyxiation of a human
spirit by mephitic vapours, rising, not from the imagination, but from hard, dull,
grinding facts forced in upon the understanding and the senses, has, in my
opinion, been never more cogently presented than in these pages.
What is the deliverance which Mr. Noel's philosophy offers to the human
heart and soul in prison, stretched upon the rack of
tough world, the cords this
of which are tightened by apparent powers of evil ? I leave the discover)' of this
to those who read his poem. It is enough to say that the concluding forty-two
pages of "A Modern Faust" —those which a solution of the painful riddle
in is
moral aspects. Yet the ethical value of Mr. Noel's work consists in the fact that
he holds firmly by the belief that the Everlasting No is illusion, the Everlasting
Yea reality ; and he contrives by the force of his utterance to bring this belief
home to our intelligence. So far as poetry goes, he displays no less vigour in
the presentation of the faith that is in him than he previously displayed in the
presentation of despair. In particular, I may mention that the style of these
concluding sections assumes a gentle radiance, an ethereal suavity, for which we
are hardly prepared by the yeasty turbulence, the sultry splendour, and the
fuliginous gloom which mark his descriptions of mortal conflict. The most
exquisitely wrought and delicately tinted of his lyrics, called "Fountain Song,"
occurs in this Book of Order. The vision of imparadised child-spirits, soothingly
contrasted with the dreadful picture of tortured children in the first Book of
Disorder, touched throughout with a Blakelike purity of imagination.
is Indeed,
Mr. Noel's conception of the universe might be compared with that of William
Blake, both in its essential spirituality and quality of faith, and also in its un-
compromising recognition of evil as a misunderstood factor in the scheme of
things. But, after all is said and done, faith, like wisdom, is justified ofher
children ; and how far the consolation offered in this poem will be found accept-
able to thosewho have been saddened by its panorama of anguish and of sin,
must depend upon the natural aptitude for faith in those who study it. With
these words I quit what seems to me one of the most remarkable products of
poetico-philosophic genius in the literature of our prolific century.
BEATRICE
AND OTHER POEMSi
1868
BEATRICE
BOOK I Of Southern suns and moons, daughter of fire.
Drew to a mutual embrace, but shrank
After a childhood weakly, timid, shy, Baffled at finding that which seemed free air
Whereon the common boy-experience, Was crystal fate duty forbade to break.
That braces vigorous coastitution, fell Later there foiled him human treachery :
But as youth wore the longing came upon him And entering, with feverish dim sight
For venturesome experience afar Beneath roof-wattles blackened of the smoke
Of men diverse and stranger lands remote ;
He saw a maiden by the ingle fire
Yet opening keen senses upon all, Stooping above a cauldron grimed and huge
Maturing healthful vigour of the frame. Slung in the ingle from an iron hook,
So winning richer relish of mere life, Who tended what was boiling, fondling soft
Still yearned his restless spirit, hungering The while a cat of drowsy eye that purred
For sustenance of sympathy and love. Upon a chair— a maiden in blue serge
—
Twice was he foiled early by circumstance: Wearing red-printed kerchief for her neck
He the blond Northern youth, and she the Who turning showed the face that on his soul
child Would beam in warmth and light for evermore.
; — — — ; ;
BEATRICE
'Twas hard to fix the colour of her eyes : Modestly knitting, with a look demure
They seemed to liquefy and melt beneath Low-drooped upon the wool, surprising her
Your own, and lure you into labyrinths More than once leaning forward looking full
Of sweet infinitude, rich shrines of love, Upon him with sweet marvel in her eyes
Dissolved in love as summer skies in light And little open mouth and listless hands,
He only saw the child-face all suffused Blushing to meet his gaze at unaware.
From those seraphic eyes — he saw no more Catching confusedly the falling wool ;
Unless indeed sleek shining rings of hair, And then to bed, to magical fair dreams
Fair h.iir on warm white neck and o'er her Of brilliant lords and ladies, of rare scenes
And neck fire-rosy too abruptly when Giddy and sick, foreboding a farewell.
She startling turned as men came bearing him. Jealous of moments shutting them apart.
He made resolve to ask her for her love,
Glimpses he caught of her performing well To pray that she would bless his lonely life.
Your lemonade, and here are some fi-esh With heart and mind at one, their impetus
flowers Bore him to action strong, unwavering.
From our wee garden I have culled for you." In Italy they spent the primal days ;
Relating travellers' experience The mouthed phrase had been to him before ;
To them entrancing, novel, wonderful, Yet though his spirit fondled her young joy
Mayhap in passing lightly naming names She fondled it loo like some timorous hare
The common wind of rumour blows abroad, Who fondly licks her furred young in the
At which the mother in amaze
sire or grass,
Would question if himself had even seen Yet with one ear pricked ever and anon,
Or spoken to the mighty folk he named. Lest yon faint rustle in the neighbour copse
Welcoming an afiirmative with awe. Be stealthy weasel treading last year's leaves.
But aye at culmination of the tale, With staff" in hand and girded loins he feeds
Whate'er the story, would the teller's eye Restlessly in a posture of defence ;
Stealthily visit one who sat apart And yet those years were heaven for all the
On yonder wooden settle in the nook. note
— : —
BEATRICE
Of wanton, half-luxurious, boding mazed
With their calm joy, only enhancing it HOME
By discord gentle, tinging every thought,
Concentrating the soul upon her love Oft riding o'er a gentle rise,
I pause the landscape to survey,
As transient and fleeting like the flush
While frosty dews to half-shut eyes
Of sunrise. Ah ! 'twas sweet in those bright
Weave webs of light in jewel play :
days
A floating gleam
For them to sit, the lovers, hand in hand,
Of elfin beam
He like the breath of spring to her gum-bud In hoar grasstufts where the gossamers
Of sprouting mind, teaching her many things, dream.
And opening her sweet being at his will,
To blow a flower of rarest scent for all !
Tall trees with bronzybudded sprays
These are a few songs fragrant with his bliss Embroider fine the liquid blue ;
That floated from him on the summer air. Whose shadows stream to softer maze
As brimming o'er and sinking through
The sunned champaign,
IN HAVEN K ne-gleaming plain.
Fields, hamlets, woods, in vaporous wane.
No more shrill whistling "mid the spars ;
No black masts reeling 'inong thrt >tars Yon hollow lies of all most fair :
BEATRICE
Js this thewhole ? to seek our joy, Die not, O voice, into the blue
And mere content
finding sink to You well from : scent of blossomed spring
No social aims our powers employ, On delicate airs, I faint with you
In a boundless human firmament? Slide not from their too wanton wing!
Nay in a well, Kind spirits, alight
Both deep and still. With hands flushed white
Hoard love that all may drink their fill Shade my one flame from breath of night.
As when upon a summer day My child, must our sweet love go by?
We wandering down some woodland vale We foambeads fleeting, you and I ?
Hear a sweet voice from far away Ah ! turn we now with tearful eye
So clear, so sweet, our spirits fail
To tell its birth. To that Divine Man who
alone
Of heaven or earth, Stream taintless from the spring hath flown,
Dropt by some angel in his mirth. Who feels the Father's will his own ;
Who dips these crystal days anear And so his name as Saviour gave.
Such seems our love : O
thrilling voice, In teaching faith and love shall save
I ntent 1 lean I stand all ear
; ; And bloom their full beyond the grave !
Bi:ATRICE
For is not Love Divine the guide ? Mountain forest, haunted nook,
Come, let us kneel then side by side !
As on high serene she saileth,
Smile beneath her sainted look !
Now the soft warm gleam uncertain Spirit m.usic, souls of flowers,
In the httle chamber stays, Here luxuriate to shape.
On the spotless falling curiain, Charming far the baleful powers :
BEATRICE
And hoary leaves, varied with ilexes,
'Mid oranges and lemon-trees that crowd Or else he read to her the glowing strain
Here by the margin of the dark blue sea, Of Petrarch they were rapt into the heavens,
:
A gem within a bloomy fold of hills Whirled panting in the awful seraph flight
Where they with silver fringe the azure wave. Of Dante to the feet of Beatrice,
So Clement saw it from the castled rock Or solemn thrilled at his lament for her
Where homeward faring reined he in the steed But oft some kindred feeling in the tale
For eyes athirst in peace to drink the view ;
Disturbed the eyes of each, fusing their beams
For here the little villa first appears In one another's fervid labyrinths,
To one who journeys westward by the coast. Then like to those whose love that poet sings
Even as did Clement, called into the north How tenderly 1 "that day they read no more.
To England now three moons and more ago,
While circumstance forbade that Beatrice On this runs Clement's thought in riding
Should follow him but forced her to remain. slow
He having suffered in the interval Through those old olives winding low anon
Much pain and much perplexity in mind Where cornflag flushes all the vivid grass
Full wearily returned, desiring her With purple-pink, and oranges like lamps
Whose presence on his troubled heart should Light all the groves, while through slim
fall almond leaves
As fanning air upon a burning brow. And figs and planes the ripple of the sea
BEATRICE
Of maidenhair and limber leaves and flowers, That many days ago I should be here :
A peasant here the happy rider met And then what bliss our parched eyes shall
Driving his donkey with a cask of wine draw
Slung either side, a dull red stain about And draw and draw from one another's
Its mouth and cork the sunburnt stalwart
: wells,
man Until we leave them for the dewy mouth
With raven hair, dark eyes, and olive skin, And suck it thence and never speak the
One of the ancient race Ligurian, while,
Was wont to greet him very cheerily ; Unless with utterance broken rare and low !"
For he was one of those the lovers twain
In evenings cool before their frugal meal But as he nears the house, he notices
Would visit often in the humble homes, With wonder tnat the shutters green are
Finding true Iriends among these peasant- closed
folk, Both in the upper and the lower rooms,
While ministering to them in their need. Though 'tis near sunset, and in afternoons
But Clement fancied, after pleased surprise This eastern-facing side is shadowy cool
The man had manifested as they met, And Beatrice neglects not homely care
His face had strangely clouded, and a ruth For ordering details of daily life
Made soft his eyes and saddened in his voice. Which smooth and make it pleasant unaware.
He wondered for a while, yet liitle heeding But coming to the garden-wall he thinks
Skirted the bay and, singing to himself She may have heard his horse and meet him
When none were nigh, he pictured the there ;
As far from the blue sea as in a wood Then rising slow she turns to him, her face
A startled bird may fiit from twig to twig. Looks wan when he discerns it nearing her,
" Here may she gaze athwart the infinite For all the evening flush, and wistful eyes
To where blue sky and ocean marrying Suffused and sorrowful are hers, with arms
blend, Stretched eager open to him, while her lips
As I have seen, with eyes more infinite Move while and tremulous with ne'er a
Mysterious than they, while shadowy hands sound.
Glide from the foliage over her to stroke Until a fig-tree baulks him of the sight.
Her grace of soft brown hair how daintily, He with a sudden faintness at his heart
And her soft shoulders gleaming through Bounds past the trees and flings him to the
the gauze, ground,
Or envious invade the basking glow But finds her not, and leaving loose the horse
On gentle undulation of a breast liunges among thick fig-leaves seeking her.;
Tender as petals of an opening rose. In vain — he finds no traces of her nigh ;
BEATRICE
Then stands bewildered ; she was here but Beholds a dame he knows alas too well. !
now ;
Some sorrow looks from her fair countenance,
It could be no illusion of the sense ! And some affection, tenderness for him.
Some ghastly dread has whispered in his ear, Yet Clement at the sight of her and touch
And pale mechanical he draws the steed Felt as might feel a wild-bird darting glad
(So quiet cropping dim delicious grass) Unto his home, and peering through the dusk
Toward the house, till with alacrity Of brushwood for the downy streaked head
A groom appears, and bowing to his lord, Of his soft mate upon the lichened edge
That selfsame look of pity on his face, Of their hidden nest and watching on their
The peasant wore, arrests the eager words eggs,
On Clement's questioning lips and keeps As such a bird might feel beholding there
him mute. A smooth gorged serpent coiling in her stead.
With mute interrogation in his eyes " Do }'ou know, madam, anything of this?"
A moment, straight he hurries to the house, He questioned ; she " Believe my sympathy
And fumbles at the door as he were blind, How deep for you ; be only calm, and I
Enters the room where she is wont to sit Will tell you all I know of what has chanced."
To find it empty, rapid mounts the stair She motioned him into a chamber near,
To their own chamber — yet she may be nigh, He following like some automaton.
Strolling this evening not expecting him ! " You wonder I am here not long ago —
The little things that ever speak of her I came alone, and she invited me
Unto his heart are there; the needlework, As friend of yours to spend much pleasant
The thimble and the workbox are below, time
A tiny stocking knitted by her hand Here in her company, and often I
For some poor neighbour's babe, the needle Returned her courtesy and asked her home.
in it. It chanced a traveller whom I had known
Half-finished on the table, and her book In former days, was passing in a yacht.
Open at yon window flutters in the air. And came ashore ; we met him in our
While yet he strove to reason foreboding down walks
Too vainly stole her favourite maiden nigh, Ah ! had I known the man's true char-
And she was weeping, weeping bitterly. acter
Then Clement sickened, faltering " Where is A fascinating man the women think,
"
she ? Noble and wealthy often afterward ;
ISut she wept on, till hoarsely " Tell me He went to her I never thought of fear — :
quick !
She often said she longed for your return.
He whispered ; so she glanced at him and And wondered at your silence every day.
sobbed, How full she relished her converse with him
As she beheld his ghastly waning face, I well could see, yet never till by chance
" She is not dead oh no, she is alive
: (Now you must nerve yourself to hear the
!
plain !
But then I saw them sitting siile by side.
But choked with tears and he so vehement And in his toying hand hers passive lying."
She could not utter more. With this the lady's radiant lissome hand
Slid into his and pressed it as for ruh.
And now a touch. And her wild hungry eye stole seeking his;
Such a soft touch, upon his shoulder grows. But he, as if the contact blistered him
He turns and with displeased a.stonishment Like vitriol, snatched violent his hand,
— "
BEATRICE
And rising suddenly confronted her And spakewith choking accentslowan '
''.iv,K:
Black as a storm with loathing and with scorn. "A most sublime tirade, I thank you for it
!"
And hissed the syllables "You know you lie And for your good opinion ; as for her,
She cowering, collapsing in dismay, I only know this model saint of yours.
Died all the languid longing in her eyes This poet's ideal of love and constancy,
That filled with italeful greenish livid light This faithful though insipid peasant-girl.
As cats' in darkness, and the pleasant lines Has left you left you for a vicious duke. — —
Of her faint-smiling mouth set rigidly I saw them saw them row away myself. — —
About the close thin lips, while fingers And your sweet paragon was in his arms !
After a pause half-audibly she breathed. But at the last word when she mentioned Aim,
" My servants ask my servants if the sun
! The man who stole his Beatrice away,
Did tumble in my absence from the sky ! The pitiless sneer that Clement wore for her
Lady, I know you and I know my wife. — In her unlovely disappointed mood
You may have loved me as 'tis given to such Passed into a concentrate look of hate
As you to love I knew you not of yore.
: Slow-fed with blackness like a thundercloud.
You loved yet not like young romantic girls,
; And though he glowered into her very eyes.
Yourself confessed, but with sobriety No more his vision pictured facing him
You poised your love against i' the other scale The woman fair with passion hideous.
A higher title, ampler wealth and power, Anon he muttered talking with himself,
Carriage and footmen, richer jewellery, " When in the life-blood of his quivering heart
As 'tis the wont of women in the world, These hands have revelled, I shall die
And even though weighted with my rank content."
and blood, Whether the lady fainted on the floor.
Your ])Oi>r light love flew upward with a Or at her leisure smoothed her ruffled plumes,
jerk !
He never knew, for turning on his heel,
Inevitably such a flimsy thing Abrupt he left her, striding through the hall
Must waver here and there with every gust Into the garden, up the rock, away.
And every letid vapour of the sense.
But she - 1 pray you mark the difference ! Onward he strode and chose the steepest
She was, you know, 'a young romantic parts
girl,' Of the abrupt grey rock, as driven aloft
Her love was love,
no flimsy counterfeit, By the fierce tumult of his boiling l^lood.
Base spawn of wanton fancy, vanity. He ever chose the giddiest mountain-tracks,
—
But love the power you creatures of the Haunt of shy marmot and ol ibex wild,
world That he with soul unquailing might surprise
Are doomed to mock and never comprehend. The secret of soliloquies sublime.
With her, the wealth of continents and seas, Nature, the ancient mother, murmurs far
The social pinnacle, a monarch's throne. From human presences in craggy haunt
Were but an airy cobweb in the scale Of cormoiant and eagle, by lone springs
To wrench the almighty magnet-hold of (Jfmighty rivers bubbling into light.
love ! Now the tumultuous anguish of his soul
It cannot be : I know my Beatrice." Urged him instinctively to drown its roar
So then the lady, livid wiih her rage. Hy conjuring a counter-tempest forth,
Sidled from near him rising to her feet, Born of unwonted effort physical.
; — ——
BEATRICE
In part his purpose was to find a friend At length exhausted prone he flung himself
Who dwelt upon the rock, a peasant he. Upon a ledge above a precipice,
Intelligent and cultured ; not a man Sinking among sweet thyme and rosemary,
Born in the country, but a mountaineer And ling half russet girt with myrtle bushes
From Corsica, who left his native hills And lentisk, while the overhung grey rock
Craving adventurous to see the world. That seemed to swoon and fall through azure
Embarked a sailor lad from Genoa, air
And after many years the crew discharged, Was festooned with a succulent-leaved plant
Wandered along the coast to Monaco ; That bore bright crimson cactus-like wee
And here, for all proud sniffing of the air flowers.
Of independence, he was brought to bay This and the spurgewort, and the velvet bees
By large dark eyes, and clearest olive skin, Backing from out the bulging foxglove bells
By a neat cotton print tied round the chin. And shaggy goat that clung with sharp-cleft
Blue woollen stocking covering ankles trim. hoof
The father of the girl, an only child, Of close-set nervous legs to naked crag.
Owned a small cottage and a strip of rock All this he saw and noted in his mind.
Which his forefathers with their strong right When his breath came and when the tide of
arms blood
Had scooped and terraced, digging spacious Less violently thumped within his head
tanks Saw too the wine-empurpled promontories
For irrigation through the summer drought, Dim set in ocean hued like flower petals
Then planted with the delicate lemon-tree. Where azure melts to purple unaware,
Aloft they lived, but he would do at times And grape-bloomed gorges of the folding
Some sardine fishing in the breezy dawn hills
With his own boat, for oft he wistful eyed While nor near cricket nor the croaking frog
His old well-loved free perilous salt sea. From distant tank could vex the stilly eve.
Now a full year his darling child lay ill, Yet though he saw, yea, noted in his mind,
The stay of his old age, a maiden sweet, The formless ghastly trouble writhed within,
Whose mother he had buried many years, And rustled in dusk corners of his heart ;
And when nor Beatrice nor Clement came Anon awakened, and emerging slow
Their way, the father would himself descend With hideous lineaments confronted him.
To carry wine and strengthening food for Stunned, sickened for a moment, wildered
her thoughts
The maiden sick till he and Clement
; Came trooping to their banner at his call
grew To find her — rescue — that immediately.
Fast friends, and roamed the hills in company This very night, without a thought of rest.
Searching for plants and holding high con- And to inflict a righteous punishment
verse. On him who dared insult the sacred shrine
To this old man (whose name was Paoli) Where his soul worships and his life keeps
Instinctive Clement turned, for since he went guard
(As Beatrice related when she wrote) Light deepens round that purpose prominent.
Down daily to the villa, he would know
Something of this dark horror that had Now as he nears the cottage of his friend,
chanced. The old man sitting on a low stuccoed wall,
And then he craved some sterling sympathy ; Whence rise white pillars trellised at the top
And yet the track he chose led far away And roofed with vine-leaf, at his cottage
From the old man's home into the solitudes, door
For solitude he needed most of all. Espies him coming ; to the vine-walk's end
— ;
BEATRICE
Straight walks to meet him, and approach- Sitting without than in my darksome hut.
ing nigh Are you fresh come, or know you all that
"
Puts out two hands, and Clement's hand in his passed ?
Clasps tight with such a look upon his face. But Clement, about whose heart the casing ice
Clement beholding need not ask "'Youknow?" Was thawing in the rays of sympathy,
With wan lips nervous twitching, for he sees —
Could scarcely utter covering his face
The kind old man knows
mechanical
all ; He strove to choke down not unmanly tears.
He speaks the words to set emotion free The old man's eyes were swimming too with
"Whose flood in silence overwhelmingly mist,
Boils up and strains the flood-gates of the But the youth faltered how but now arrived
heart. He knew the bare fact only, seeking here
"Yes, I know all," deep tremulous tones reply, For detail deeming that his friend might
As if the old sailor were the father himself know.
Clement had alienated by his love. This foreign duke cast anchor, Paoli told,
Firm-lined and clean-cut are the features With a large yacht about a month ago
grand Early one placid morning near the shore :
Of that old man, with venerable grey hair The lady fine new-settled in a villa
Beneath the pouch red woollen that he wears And he appeared inseparable friends.
Like other peasants but he looks a rock
;
" He was a scoundrel with a narrow brain
Of granite lofty and majestic reared, Who held himself quite irresistible ;
That fronts through all the years with coun- Among the women whom he herded with
tenance Mayhap had proved it so in higher types ;
Anon the smother of his thundercloud, With a pure child who scarce believed in
Scathe of his lightning, lashing of his rain, wrong.
Hounded of that wild huntsman the shrill From then her mistress vaguely dreaded
wind, him ;
and rasping of keen ice
Blister of frost : Yet when he asked both ladies to the yacht,
A countenance calm, equable, yet scarred She, nothing doubting since her feigning
And weather-stained with rough experience. friend
But kindliness, a mellow charity, Would go with her, consented freely, glad
Beamed from the window of his clear grey To see a ship all praised as beautiful.
eye : But when next morning the duke came
Life had not petrified or curdled sour ashore,
The sweet and gracious juices of his breast. The woman came not —
never meant to
Unturned the fine edge of his inner sense, come
Widening experience of human spirits. To meet her as was settled on the strand.
And of his own, responsive to the play The traitor urged her waiting 'neath the
Of varied circumstance, his views of men shade
Rendered and pitiful.
elastic, large, Of the boat's awning, for the sun was fierce ;
— " In Corsica," old Paoli resumed, What punishment could I devise for her,
— —
"This man a Frenchman owns a castle A woman ? I could never hurt a woman
vast. Weak in her flesh —not even if my love
There from the gossip of his crew I gather Were false to me — she must be left alone
—
He must have taken her this only chanced With her own meaner choice and with her
—
Four days ago I deem the woman far shame.
More guilty than the man in this affair. This one I leave to her own scorpion tail
—
The friend professed I know not if I err. Of vanity turned inward on herself.
But for her motive, that I cannot guess." Cramped in her own small soul for ever-
" Him I can deal with," Clement answered more
slow, That's punishment enough, methinks, for
" How with a woman ? she preferred the gold her
To me, but deemed that she could have me But not for him, a man can deal with man."
too-
On her own terms and when the fancy came. " What can you do ? what would you do ? "
She thought me weak and plastic in her replied
'
hands, Paoli gravely, think of saving her ;
'
Docile to take the shape her lust might And you may save her, win her back to you
crave. Ere thrice again yon sinking sun had set
No more rebellious to her fingers lithe To lieupon your heart, and I can help " !
Than would be ductile clay that she might " Yes, tell me, now at once I start to snatch
I deemed sweet daily suns "Nay, calm yourself, beloved friend of mine,"
and tender
showers Answered the old man, " leave him lo our God
And many dewy moons of intercourse The sole avenger for what gain were yours —
Had mellowed juiciest friendship-fruits in In this man's death ? What more should
her, you desire
But lo on peering through the lavish leaves Than her salvation ? She awaits you now
!
The fruit showed green and acrid as at first And longs for her deliverer what gain :
She told me her deliberate thought of me. To her or you the slaying of the man ?
And it was shallow and ungenerous. So you would only with infatuate hand
:; " — —
BEATRICE »5
Stretch dead for ever your reviving joy Unfearing now you may insult a man,
Even wondrous moment it emerged
at the Unfearing too you may insult his friend
Scarce hoped-for from the shadow of the The barbarous dark age of honour dead.
tomb. How should men start and shudder now to
Blood would be on your consciences if law hear
Hunted you not nor ran you down at last Such names as liar, knave, applied to them.
If you must punish there are courts of law When they have nigh forgotten that knavery
Cite there the man as public enemy." And lies are base and very loathsome
things,
" Prate not of law, my friend," replied the How prudent and respectable soe'er
youth, And orthodox in creeds a man may be
• To me on fire with my most righteous hate, To keep well with society and God ?
Who nothing am if not one parching thirst Ah ! dare we babbling foul the holy name
—
For one heart's blood not injury to vie. Of Christ, the wise, the world - embracing
But her whom God committed unto me, heart,
His dearest, tenderest, loveliest child among And his forgiveness of his enemies ?
The children likest, nearest to Himself, Dare we invest our native squalor with
Her wrong in thunder-tones God bids The fair word-raiment which of old He wore.
avenge ; And mimicking his accents and his gait
And if I shrink, how clear myself to Him ? Turn that divinest faith beneath the sun
It is her cause, not mine, it is the cause Into the byword of all honest men !
Where do you read 'tis sinful to avenge And then he argued, as concerning fact,
A lamb that Heaven has laid upon your That since the wrong was done in Italy
breast, And Corsica was French, the traitor there
Lent you awhile and trusted to your care ? Was sheltered from the clutches of the law.
Nay, doth not Christ affirm who toucheth For his own safety, what was that to him ?
these Yet must he leave her in the world alone,
Toucheth the very apple of God's eye ? Nor taste again some hallowed life with her?
Avengers are the ministers of God Two years were theirs, two years of paradise.
!
Let them but merge their puny selves and Envied of angels in the fadeless bowers.
wrongs And they are thankful for them and rejoice
In that vocation awful and sublime. Yet who may sip the nectar-cup of gods,
Strong will their stroke be, calm and terrible. Nor passionately long to sip again ?
Prate not of law to me —
it is an age ''Therefore my safety if I rescue her
I know of reason and expediency. Is something to me otherwise 'tis nought. —
When dearest friends respectable and smooth Less, less than nought " !
Age when a man is fool to trust his brother " But I will freely tell you what I know
Yet dares not swindled clutch him by the About your hope of safety where you go.
throat. Among my countrymen there yet prevails
When if one should behold before his eyes Alas a sentiment much like to yours,
!
A mother strangled or a wife abused, The which has borne a monstrous crimson
With judgment cool far-seeing he would fruit,
i6 BEATRICE
That is a fire which smoulders even yet Of a king's ante-room between the legs
Our rulers could not stamp the embers out. Of courtiers, a live footstool for the king,
Your mission known the natives would assist To wheedle from him, a mere fellowman
And you
to the utmost of their skill,
shield The blood of monarchs and of nobles mine
Yet you need to know the sp' it
for success Who led the advancing vanguard of their
And people of the place, and who can help. time,
You take the steamer with the other folk A noble myself, nor without hope to grave
In travelling thither ; but my brother owns My old ancestral name upon the age
A tight felucca, and will lend it me With thought of rarer temper than the wont.
If weather smile for our secret return. But since my peers are fallen with other folk
His home is in the town upon the coast Upon their face before the golden god
Nearest the castle on the rock above. Set with acclaim of nations and with clash
A year ago moreover in the house, Of all fair music in the world's high place
Full trusted by the owner of it, lived Set up for worship by the prince of it
My distant kinsman but my nearest friend. And I alas have scant rich offerings
!
"Then I may count on you," Clement ex- I walk apart in deep obscurity
claimed. Confronting not the jeer of jingling fools.
Seizing the old man's hand impulsively. —
And me for I am poor nor much frequent
" On
one condition," was the grave reply, Their fashionable fuolings, gatherings
" Forego your wild scheme of revenge and This duke from them invades for who —
think am I?
Only of saving her " Not less by birth, yet weighed and wanting
found
" Impossible ! r the loaded scales of his society !
—
But against mine if you were in my place ! mate
A boor with human nature if his king Of yon meek finch the ravenous kite hath
Have fouled it wanton, spat i' the face of it, mauled
His loyalty engrained like hair aflame Complain, or will the gorging tyrant hear?
Shrivels to thin air suddenly, and he And so he pounced upon my one ewe-lamb !
Yields his left cheek most meekly, his mere She was my all. and I have nothing now ;
life, Nothing \iut my revenge and yet you bid, ;
Up unto him who smote him on the right. Yet you bid me fling my revenge away !
The cheek of honour, trod on her he loves, Is that your meaning ? I would touch it
—
Meek yields his all if only— mark the if! firm ;
twist
To agitate the blade in that false heart Then the old man : " Now hear my final
And lap its warm blood oozing to the haft. word.
And I am not a boor — my blood more rich Promise at least, that if you find she lives
And ancient than yon duke's for all his gold, You will not seek to kill the enemy.
Got foully as I think, and puff-ball title If he have left her life, you may not take
His sire crawled all his life about the dust His life away —or go you must alone."
" —
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Clement reluctant promised, and his friend Once wanned with goad of some insulting
Spake a few soothing solemn words to him word,
About the Sufferer of sufferers Or any opposition from the man.
That night He fell among the shadowy trees His proud strong will shall guide the aspen
Upon His face in bitter agony hand
Breathing " Not My will, but Thine own be To deal as strong a blow as any clod.
done !
But then the temperament too sensitive
Seeks, finds, ally in contemplative doubt.
Then they embraced, and under a pale So drift in sight again the arguments
moon Of the old peasant and his own replies.
The youth bent leaden steps towards his Till over-strained into a fevered doze
home. He falls, the spirit racked and battling still,
And when he enters the familiar rooms A chamber full of loud discordant cries.
Almost he deems it but a hideous dream,
And that she quiet waits him in the house They go as planned, and landing at the
Somewhere ; he knows not where, but to port
and fro Of Bastia, they take a mountain path
Strays through each empty room, as looking Known well to Paoli along the coast,
for her That leads them to a village near the shore
And listening for the gentle call he loves Below the castle eyrie which they seek.
From somewhere nigh, yet feeling it is vain. Blue as the bluest lapis-lazuli
Through dim moon-spaces like to one half- The sea they skirt, plashing as musical
stunned As yesterday along the Italian shore.
Groping his way, the servants hearing steps Listless alternating soft silence*
Unbidden bring him light and needed food, With softer sound, as yonder bee anon
And he shakes loose the stupor to arrange Muffles low humsome campanula
in
The morrow's journey, and to order all Of nectared amethyst, and hums again.
For his dependents as befits the case. The hawk swims high in supple shining air.
Last worn and weary flings him on a couch, And swallows twittering dart about the cliffs.
Yet cannot cease to picture his shy bird From the Marina with its little pier
Tiny and timorous, cowering in the glare Where loll the swarthy fishers gossiping
Of that foul serpent's hungry glittering eyes, About the windlasses, or in the shade
Wistfully craving him, but in despair Of stranded boats upon the furrowed beach
Sinking and waning deeming him afar. Mending their nets and munching chestnut
And fearing he can never find her prison. cakes
Then schemes of vengeance boil within his Opens a valley fair, and high therein
heart. Perches the village on a shelf of rock.
Fierce, incoherent, seething like a scum. Nested in olives but the glen below
;
Yet chilled anon with some vague conscious- (A deep rich silt, plunder of flooding streams
ness From wealth of mountains in the winter,
That he, weak-healthed, a man of inner life dammed
(Not this alone, yet student in the main). Their channel mouths unscoured of ebbing
Shrank secretly through all his ravaged frame tides
From striking that strong outward blow his By storm-waves piling sea-weed, shingle,
soul sand)
Roared to him as from myriad throats to Glows now with beaded mace-heads of the
strike. maize,
Yet well he knows that he shall triumph hero. And simmers with a paler bearded wheat.
— "
i8 BEATRICE
It is the summer calm when yesterday, So many sluggish and cold-blooded years
To-day, or any days we pair together, Of foreign rule have crawled not over us.
Are fair twin-sisters men distinguish not. Thank God Almighty, chilling our hot blood.
But yesterday the bosom of the youth But our faint pulse as at a clarion call
Mirrored serenely the serenity, Leaps yet remembering Fior di Spina she. —
To-day it seems a hollow mask to him. Our splendid maiden with the eyes of fire,
Who in the public market-place of Corte
Paoli inquiring finds his sailor brother, With hand unfaltering flashed the fatal shot
From whom he learns the foreigner indeed That brought her faithless lover to her feet,
Brought his sweet prize four suns and moons Tumbled him humbled to a lump of clay !
" But he and I and all of us around Would palter not but breathe that breath
Are Corsican, pure Corsican, and we and die.
Abhor such deeds : we love your country-
men, No words are spoken winding through the
For they are freemen and have reached a grain
hand Or by the bleached stones of the torrent bed.
To help us in our need moreover he
; Then through the tuaquis, brushwood of
That dukeling yonder —
(here he sunk his arbute,
tone) Lentisk and myrtle, cytisus, rock-roses
Giudice was away then as I think Cropped of rough goats or silken horned
Seduced a girl, sister to one of us, sheep.
To go with him to France and ruined her. Through olives and umbrageous chestnut-
So if you punish not your wrong, my lord. groves
There are those here who wait to punish Up the rock path, till near the castle loomed,
theirs. Portentous pile, squat like a monster toad
BEATRICE 19
Irregular and huge upon its crest, Jutting above the pathway where it curved.
With rugged stones all blackened from the Whence he beheld three men with rifles
smoke equipped
Of siege-fires in the turbulent past years, For shooting — they were Frenchmen by their
And chipped of bullets with abortive aim dress
To silence shots from loopholes narrowing. And by their talk then Clement very pale.
;
And Clement dare not ask the meaning full Even quivering but with a dangerous
Of that brief phrase "she ails"; he only Gleam in his large dark eye, stepped forth
knows and blocked
She or he would not be guided here.
lives, The way, and hoarsely spake, " I want the
But the guide pausing sharp addresses him, duke."
" This morning with a party of his friends They started, but the midmost man replied
The duke goes shooting, has already gone. "I am the duke; your business, sir, with
Now I will go before you to prepare me?"
The execution of our project, brief "A word in private if these gentlemen
The time I need, and yet it will be best Will give me leave." The Frenchman lifting
You should not burst too suddenly upon her. cap
Therefore I take this track that leads direct. Requests his friends to saunter on before ;
While leisurely you follow me by that They passing turn the angle of the rock ;
Which makes a circuit ; but observe the So lost to sight the Frenchman visibly
;
BEATRICE
Swinish like their own swine, and base like So the man failed to note or comprehend
you !
The hate full filling that face of his foe
At those words of Clement's with a cry
fierce Confronting him while he insulted her.
Of wrath duke raised suddenly the rifle
the Until outleapt like lightning forked the words
!"
Level with his shoulder Clement folding "You lie defend yourself: prepare for hell
; :
And place. I'll give you satisfaction full." Of two men grappled for life,
that abyss the
'
You call it satisfaction ? I have heard. Swinging there to and fro both maniac
So stands it — me, a thinker, man of peace. And blind with fury, their eyes lit from hell.
Albeit noble, a bully like to you Jamming and knotting tense and burning
All unprovoked invades, insults my wife, limbs
Tramples my honour underneath his boot, Into one monstrous body like wild beasts
Draggles it for the dregs of men to hoot, Whose demon maw torn free from one raw
And when him to account invites
I call spot
Me to stand facing him for him to shoot. But snaps again upon the nearest flesh
Large satisfaction to me for the wrong ! To burrow there with slakeless lust of death.
Sir, you add insult to your injury !
" If you're afraid," the Frenchman sneered, Both men were young and nearly matched
" I've done for strength,
All in my power making you the offer." Though Clement was the slenderer : the duke
And then he added with malignant look, (Clement had forced him next the precipice)
More insolent since Clement had refused —
Presently backward slipt a treacherous tuft
The duel with him, " Now I think of it, That he had dinted with convulsive heel
The woman there whom you have come to Suddenly loosened from the very edge
seek And both were toppling over, for the duke
Surely my lady friend of Monaco Clutched Clement's arm and gripped it like
Must have informed you that you do me a vice ;
wrong ;
But Clement, throwing one arm about the
I never forced her to come here with me ;
trunk
She freely came, needed no pressing, sir, Hard by, with one fierce effort flung the man
Nay rather pressed herself upon me so ; (Dangling, his forehead clammy with despair)
I think that even if you found her out Free from him sliddering, who dug his nails
(But this you shall not) at the castle there Into the rubble, a moment holding there :
She would request you travel back again." Yet Clement demon-hearted wrenched a stone
So, foolish and unskilled in reading men, Huge from its bedding, heaving it upon him ;
Babbled the upstart brutal arrogant, Then shrilled a curse, alive with agony
Misreading Clement like a traveller Death's horror and the hatred of the damned
Who though he see yet little heeds the cloud Writhing and sinking fangs in Clement's
Of massy indigo slow bellying heart,
Half swallow-blue and half ash-wan until As the poor wretch let go and tumbled back
A big drop startles and sharp lightning blinds Over the crag inshelving with the stone,
Him, leaping from its muflie unaware ; Bounding from point to point until he thumped
— —— ;
BEATRICE
A hideous quivering pulp upon the rock
In the ravine, crushing the meek wild flowers, BOOK III
Clement watched, listened, breathing short
and loud, Reachinc; the castle he finds the tower door
Kneeling with his two hands upon the brink, That Giudice had bidden seek with ease,
With a fiend's relish sucking sight and sound, Opens it springing up a winding stair
Following in spirit, ruthless thrusting him With stones well worn and old, nor any one
From shelf to shelf, and dancing on him —
He meets not Giudice for Giudice —
dead !
Encountering unforeboded obstacles
But now the Frenchman had decoyed afar,
Sparkles yon burn set in the dusk ravine Perforce accompanying; him awhile ;
With drowsy hum, the frail birch twinkle So Beatrice knew nothing of the past.
there, A room-door stood ajar some smothered —
The near pine sighs in gentle-washing air, sound
Oozing with odorous gum in wrinkled bark ;
As of faint weeping fell upon his ear.
Butterflies flutter out on holiday, — —
He paused it was it must be she yet she —
Animate blue sky through the sunny blue ;
—
Surely expects him how he longed to rush
Pink-pinks the chafiinch from soft-flickering And fold the form he thought that nevermore
leaves, He might enfold, and suck the poison out
Green lizards glance among the sunbaked Of her dear life with one long look of love
stones, And one long kiss yet hesitated he
I
Leaps the red cricket, flits the fiirry mouse My hand to take her, she may slip from it
To his smooth-patted hole in yon lush bank ;
Some servitor may find his master dead."
The jetty beetle sprawls upon his back This risk the greater, so with beating heart
Beading the lit speargrass with drops like He shoves the massive iron-ciamped door,
blood : And stands upon the threshold it is she — !
Nature serenely takes the death-struggle At the embrasure of the narrow light
Of two mere men, serenely as she lakes She standing leans upon the cold harsh stone.
Impaling of a sparrow by a shrike Sun streaming on her neck and head, beyond
On yon bronze thorn, gulp of gay dragon-fly Gleaming upon the untasted sumptuous meal
By darting swallow nothing witnesses
: Behind her served in milk-white porcelain.
In her suave aspect to the agony And gloating on the crimson velvet pile
Of her two human sons ; except a blade From when he burst upon her in the spring
Here and there mangled on the very spot. Of her young life (ah not so long ago,
I
Club-moss elastic from their dinting freed The same sun kindling the same wealth of
Upjerking now wee spore-capt stalks again, curls)
Cyclamen soiled, half jammed into the ground How changed alas ! grey cheeks in her thin
By the fierce feet that stamped and shuffled hands,
here Her eyes peer wistful on the sea, but dim
This, and the corse that stains the snap- With unshed tears and hollows dark beneath.
dragon Her face looks wan like latter primroses
Far yonder in the gloom of the ravine. That linger draggled with much dust and rain,
And he who silent glares upon it nigh And all her listless form breathes hopelessness.
Kneeling, and leans upon two murdering Ah when we hear the faint pulsations fail
!
Who parting from us turns his face to heaven, In vain, for aye it settles on him again,
Life stricken at heart soon falters after him. From seeing the fell ravage this brief time
Careless the ordering of her gracious hair, Has wrought in her so tender, sensitive.
Sleek-brown, and of her modest summer dress Her eyes are shut from feebleness, at peace
Of muslin blue and white, the dress he loves, Her fevered spirit now to feel him there,
Of old though simply faultlessly disposed. Opening anon and resting on his face,
Those large mild eyes, mazy as forest leaves.
She turns not at the creaking of the door, Suffused with love-light mellower than day.
Deeming 'tis but the servant, caring not Anon she opens them to make it sure
That snake-like maid should deem her spirit It is no blissful fleeting dream she dreams,
" Clement !
" she cries, a cry of ecstasy paused
Incredulous half with dazed fear, mistrust ; To rest, and make some change in carrying
She spreads her arms to fly to him, but pain her.
Shoots sharply through her swims the scene
; He bends above her whispering " My own,
around The sea-air will revive you, and to-morrow
Dizzy and dark she tottering, he runs
; They say we shall be home our little —
To strain a lifeless body to his breast. home
Then, sickat heart, he gently lays her down And then you will grow strong, and never I
Upon the bed, chafing the icy hands Will leave you any more, my only one."
And limbs, and breathes his breath between She smiles a placid though a languid smile,
her lips. A smile dimpling of a water still
like
In vain, until a step resounds below ; when a drop
In tiny sunlight ripples
Giudice rushes in, but seeing them Drips from an oar suspended on its face.
Stops short, and snatches from a dark recess "To-morrow, yes, to-morrow I shall be
A phial, which applied by him revives At home," she murmurs vaguely, dreamily.
Her from the deadly swoon, but after long. Then looks to Clement, whispering earnestly,
And then he whispers that there wait beneath " It isenough we have each other now.
:
Some trusty Corsicans who bear a litter How have I prayed for this " but then the ;
Your feeling to me, but you know not, sir, And yet he travelled up the castle path
How sore for poor men of integrity With purpose indistinct, remembering
Their impotence of doing such as you, And half mistaking what his promise was
The rich they honour, some kind turn un- To Paoli before the cottage door
bought." Chance the midwife of men's imposing deeds.
Warmly those gallant fishers every one Then he enacted o'er the tragedy,
Bade them God-speed, and Paoli liberal And shuddered, picturing the agony
For Clement dealt a largess to the men. Of the man's look in digging bloodless nails
Each brings his little offering for their voyage Into the rubble, till the crash of stone
And presses upon them, coverings,
it Upon his fingers, and the curse in death.
A coat of oil-skin, bread and chestnut cakes, Tingled all through him with the writhing
A wine-jar of pure grape-juice with leaf tumble
bunches And ghastly thud of what had been a man.
Stopping the mouth ; they set the sail lateen "You would have reached a hand to him
The owner and his brother Paoli for all
And soon careening to a fair brisk breeze He may have done to you my gentle child !
Dances away the tight felucca-boat What will you feel when you shall come to
Swelling her sail, with pitchy cutwater learn.
Cuffed in its prancing of the merry waves, When you shall know, that sweating cold
Shivered their baffled sapphire into foam he hung
That frills the blue with evanescent lace, 'Twixt life and death, and I with hatred
Simmers in flying melting in the wake ; blind
While Clement, whose delight is in the sea In a brute's soulless frenzy hurled him forth
To dwell by, sail on, swim and revel in. For ever out of God's blest light of life,
The briny blow exhilarates he feels ; Where we all dwell by sufferance of Him !
He can breathe free again, that she is safe, Goaded —not solely by my love
thereto
Triumphs in his success and fills with hope. But by my own poor pride trailed scornfiilly
Near her he sits, but gazes over sea And fouled of that man's — insolent feet feet
Toward their home, their sweet home over With sickening beslavering of fools
sea : Who take the gewgaw puppet they them-
^'
Now is my outraged honour full avenged, selves
And all her wrong " his thought reverts to
: Have fashioned from the slime to be a god,
this. Adoring their own drivelling handiwork !
No monstrous duty suflbcating now ! And should I suffer — I no doll but man,
Monstrous, for one high friend and half him- A man with power of brain to fashion men
self To their appointed end and point the way,
Named it a crime, while all his righteous A noble banned of that society
wrath, Which honours such as he ; nay, voluntary
His pride of caste, his individual pride, Exile from those plebeian-natured men
These stunned, confused him with their Say, should I suffer this automaton
counter-cries For all its human shape to grind me dead.
Rut deep mistrust of his own temperament Or should I seize it in the nick of time,
Shrinking from violence through every nerve, Shatter and shiver all its cunning springs.
Lest that should weight the scale conventional So save a man, so vindicate the riehl
! — ; —
24 BEATRICE
Here where the anarch red Injustice reigns, But now she moved and made a muffled cry
Bruising inhim the world which does me As from some ghastly vision in her sleep.
wrong ? He turning to her kissed and softly called :
But wounding slaying a far deadlier foe. She smiled so sweet a smile ; he prayed her
The monster parasite, my selfishness, tell
Then his eye fell upon the primrose face If Clement had been near, would you have
Of her who slept so faded sunk it was
: dared "
lie shivered, venturing not to look and see But then at naming Clement's name she broke
What pale vague fear kuked ghostly in his To tears again with sobbing "Clement,
heart. Clement I
—
BEATRICE 25
Why were you far from me, my own, my own, Of him or from him she should hear himself ;
Where are you ? — Do you really think," she Had been abrupt and blundered she was not ;
And loathing in this interview with her If you still ask it after what I tell."
Had eaten through the tough rhinoceros And then he chuckling told the cruel lie.
hide. With confidence he spoke and half believed
He never met a woman like to her. Himself the falsehood, for the marchioness
Scorned faith in such ; this woman dazed Had said that Clement hankered after her.
him sore. The bold abrupt words with a deadly chill
Struck on the poor child, for she knew of old
He came not in the castle for awhile, He and the lady had been closest friends ;
Irresoluteon what were best to do. But then the glorious incredulity
His lacerated vanity drew horns Of love in face of all most damning facts,
Within the shell shrinking from some fresh A moment pale, emerged triumphantly ;
wound. The gross but specious lie that frighted her
If he surrounded her with all respect, Changed to a hideous yet transparent mask
All care and luxury, and left her free Masking the traitorous leering of a liar.
Unimpoituned awhile and undisturbed, "Add not base slander, sir, and calumny
She in her loneliness might even crave To your foul injury— you and your friend
His presence, brooding on his passion strong. Can compass not the deathless fealty
Over his grandeur and the princely state Of two leal hearts that love, and you blas-
That he would gird his paramour withal. pheme
And if she loved her mate (scarce credible The sacred name whene'er you utter it.
To him from that report the marchioness Clement and I can never cease to love
Had made him of the man) she would forget Let come what may if one were in the grave,
;
26 BEATRICE
And only love each other evermore ! Encouraged her to this forlorn appeal.
Yet can a man be wicked as you seem ? He soothed her like a father, settling her
I love him, sir, and he Clement loves me Tender upon the couch and promising,
:
I think you did not know it, do not know. Though with a few brief words, to be her
You've been deceived the lady made you
; friend.
think And she confided in him like a child.
We cared not for each other, that he cared He cheering her and bidding her be brave
For her and not for me, but that was false. For Clement's sake, and holding out a hope
He was all true, though I was often cross, That he might soon contrive release for her,
Nor clever like to him, and could not talk Concluding " I am near you only ring ;
Of learned things to him, and he was noble This little bell if you have need of me."
And I was poor but then he knew how large
;
My heart was, and he ruled there all alone. She thanked her God for him upon her
Let me go back to him, kind lord, I pray. knees
He breaks his heart there, mine is breaking That night, yet felt as if her slender strength,
here ! Which needed kindly breath to foster it
You do not seem unkind, but I am dying, And strong warm hands to chafe it, ebbed
I feel I am, and O if I should die
! apace
With not one look from his all-precious face " I shall not see him no, he will not come, :
To carry to the lonesome grave with me Or he will come too late, when I am gone.
!
She faltered here and brake to bitter tears. My God for him to look upon this face
!
Feelings alternating had chased each other And I not know it Ah, for him to press !
—
In the man's mind astonishment and rage, His mouth to mine, and I not feel him there
Bewilderment, compunction, jealousy, One kiss more. Father, only one I go ;
And last the sense that she was safely trapped Not once, to where he stands in thy warm
Within his grasp, no witness to the wrong light.
He had been gloating o'er the vision of If only, Father, thou wilt grant this prayer ;
"
But watch thou over him when I am gone !
In speaking she had risen from her seat. Soon from her sleepless bed the child arose,
Advancing near him v/ringing her frail hands Stole to the window in her linen white.
A step he made and seized her by the wrist And looked toward the only spot she loved
;
She glancing quickly caught his wicked look, Along the moonpath flecking tremulous
—
Snatched herself free " How foil me? " he And thin the sea, like her own quavering
exclaimed ; hope,
"Escape me now " she clutching wild a knife
!
That lay nigh from the scarcely-tasted meal Looked athwart groves in elf-light huddling
Waved it with flashing eyes and answered grey.
"So !" Ruffled theirdream to whisper murmurous
Giudice entering, the baffled duke As from strayed elf- wing skimming daintily—
Retired with baleful gaze and ne'er a word. But while the moonlight trickled through the
Then when he went she turned to Giudice, leaves.
Telling her story and imploring him Anon their dusk heart kindling would secrete
I'iteously to befriend her Giudice ; From it a voice, so rendered it again
Was only charged that morning with her care, To-night in guise of song etherial pure
And scarce had spoken, but something in his As its own self, now plaintive soft and low,
look Now radiating, flashing all abroad.
— —
: ;
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What happened, what she felt, at evening He loved them, she might be disposing them
written. In their wee room to-night, or weaving them
Save for this only crept the weary time Into her gracious hair then languidly ;
In gazing through the loophole over sea, She moving to a mirror 'gan to braid
Hailing each sail and watching eagerly Her tresses with them, plucking them away
Its fleeting tranquil in the offing by Sudden and strewing them upon the floor,
Hazy through silver labyrinths in the blue Breaking to crying " He will never see them,
Why knew not, only it might come
the child ! nevermore. I only long to die."
Perchance and land him here at least it came, ; At night she started from a shallow sleep
Blest thing, from yonder, yonder where he With but the gnawing of a wainscot mouse.
was ;
Or crackling of some dry wood with the heat
—
The steamers how she peered for a faint stain Then she lay sick at heart, hearing the tick
Of smoke to dusk the delicate white down Of death-watch weevil in the panel nigh.
That feathered yon horizon to the north, Watching the first faint grey of dawn suft'use
Hingeing those azure valves of sky and sea The loophole, and the earliest twittering bird
I
It might be Clement landed unaware. Yet this but ushered in the loathsome day.
She listless watched the coral lady-birds Which still might turn to lovely, bringing
Creep up the stone and splitting speckled him !
shards
Of tiny fans unrufiling for a flight. Then he related what had chanced with him
Ah how she envied yon brown melon-girl
! In brief outline, but passing one thing over,
Emerging from the cork-grove up the steps His meeting with the duke she seemed so :
28 BEATRICE
Away, yet holds us if we see or no ; Shall we receive the good and not the evil
about us Everlasting Arms,"
Still folds From the same hand ? 'tis the same Father,
In sunset now flush tiny clouds like down All has been well, and all must yet be well.
Torn from the bosom of some gentle bird, I know that wheresoever I may go,
Strewn fluttering crimson with her meek life- If my soul live, my soul must be with you ;
By some fierce vulture's talons and bald beak, Only you will not see me for awhile.
Assailing her in heaven innocent, Until you join me where I go before.
Tranquil in airs hued like the iris-bloom. I told Him I would take His hand and go
And as the sun sank in the western water When He should call, and not look back to
She shivering the two threw over her you.
A mouflon skin one sailor lent to them. If could see you, kiss you once again ;
I
And then she whispered Clement to bend You'll help me not to break my word to Him.
near.
" Clement," she said, " I may not look again Where will you put me? in the little garden?
On Italy with you, on our sweet home ; That would be sweet, that warm spot in the
You'll see it, dear, but not with me how well
; sun.
I would have loved once more to see it with Where the wild thyme breathes fragance fit-
you ! fully.
It may not be —
ah Clement, do not weep
! The free blithe bee hums near one, then afar.
;
For he was sobbing, crushing the little hand, Among the planes, hushed o'er with lullabies
And the hot tears fell blindly on her face, Eternal from the sea our favourite spot, —
—
So she wept too "Why think of this, my own? Where you will come and lie as we were wont
You feel so weak, but you will soon be well To lie, and think about your little child.
I'll take you back to England 'tis the heat. She will he near you, very near you still,
;
And all you've suffered." "Nay," she soft Under your feet, ah not upon your breast ! I
He sobbing kneeling by her clasped her round And Clement marvelled musing on his vision
With his face close to hers and if her foe — Of her, but had no heart to speak of it.
Drew nigh in any quarter from without, " Next year the grass and daisies will be fresh
He must have rent the man to hurt the child. And fair upon the spot as they are now.
Yet now alas it was no human foe
! Then when He calls you, you will come and lie
;
But He that gave demanding her again. Still nearer me, down under the warm grass
You'll come there, won't you ? you will keep
Yet soon with strenuous effort he controlled the spot?"
I limself, remembering what pain to her He only pressed her closer for reply.
1 Us anguish wild must yield she spake anon And but a rare sob broke the silence now.
;
" 'Tis terrible to leave you, love, but He She seemed to want to speak again, and
Who made us ah how happy wills it so.
! .signed
; —" ; —
" — ;
BEATRICE 29
With a weak gesture for the cordial, Threw round that face with fingers in the hair,
Which Clement took and tilted 'tween her lips. And pressed his mouth to hers convulsively,
"We wished," she said, " to have one little As though he deemed that if his living heat
babe ; Could not pass into her, at least her cold
Would for your sake it had been ordered so ! Might pass to him ; and he might be for ever
You could not have been lonely then but if, — Henceforth dead cold with her for life was :
In God's full facelight, there is room for all In his deaf ear, and vain his gentle force
Her glazing eyes looked heavenward and she To draw him from her now that she was gone.
smiled. It needed all the strength of all the men
Have to forgive, but you have much, my own Since he was quiet grown, old Paoli
I tried you sore — but you have borne with me Suffered him near the stretcher sit again
Like my own guardian angel that you were, On an old box of fishing-gear ; and still,
And that you will be, till I turn to dust. Wrapt in a cloak, he sat there all the night.
My God my God may that
! ! be very soon." Only at intervals he lifted up
A corner of the veil upon her face ;
The breeze now scarcely flapped the idle sail Looked at her, kissed her forehead, and if any
Against the mast, each little ripple kissed Walked loudly near in managing the boat,
With sucking plash and tilted the dusk boat. He turned and placed his finger on his mouth
Some oar knocked, and the loose-held tiller With, "Hush, she sleeps! as quiet as you
creaked ;
can !
And while he watched her face he heard the Almost indeed, if he had been himself.
sound. He might have deemed that she was but
And knew the tender mellowing apple-green asleep
And primrose-yellow faded in the west. Now in the moonlight, quiet and serene.
But the change came into it, nameless change When the same moonlight shone into their
And fearful and he called her by her name
; : room.
The lips moved shaping "Clement," as he In the dear villa yonder, many a night,
thought And fell upon her face with him awake,
One laboured inspiration, and 'twas peace, Did it look very otherwise ? — the long,
Peace in the gentle breast for evermore. Long lashes of each upper eyelid closed.
" She's gone," a tender voice beside him said Mazed with sweet sister lashes from beneath,
;
It was the old man bending over them. Laying fine shadow on the delicate cheek ;
If Clement heard he only buried his face The pale brow misted round with tender mist
In hers whence all the warmth ebbed, and Of hair that deepens o'er the placid head
his arm Only there is no waking any more.
; ——
3° BEATRICE
Its shining feudal palace on the rock, By kindly tending was the mourner won.
With and cannon, cypress-cone
sentinel How loth soever, back to common life ;
Embastioned of mountain-crests abrupt. He wore for innocent joy and loving bliss ;
He who had taken, it seemed unconsciously, But his bright curls were thin upon his brow ;
Some little food they offered followed quiet Wan, pale, and aged untimely he appeared.
Paoli and those who bore that burden meek While fixed sadness like a yewtree cast
Upon the shore, and only bade them heed Perpetual gloom on his deserted heart
—
To take her gently " 'Tis a healthful sleep As o'er some ruined cloister which the living
;
She needs it she was very tired, you know." Tread no more but avoid 'tis consecrate
; ;
Paoli had overheard her when she asked Unto the dead who rest beneath its flags.
Clement to bury her in that green spot Alas for him restless philosophy !
—
Within their garden now arranged it so. Had peered and fingered till the walls of
He did for Clement, with the maiden's help. creeds,
All Clement would have wished and done, So venerable and solid as they seemed
he knew In the twilight, crumbling here and there.
fell
Wrote to the consul of his nation nigh, Or tore to shreds and gaping made a way
Who came, but after the sad funeral. For dismal wind and rain that are no dream.
Once only, when the bearers shuffled round But he was of a soul amphibious,
The deep grave, and the ropes were griding Two elements essential unto it.
round One for imagination and for thought,
The cofifin, Clement, who had sunk, it seemed, The other, sustenance of life and love.
Into a stupor vacant while they did He lived and loved, he lost himself in her,
Their ghastly office for the heedless dead. A second self far dearer lovelier
Sudden awoke and spread his arms and rushed Than his own self; she from his vitals torn.
Toward the hole and shouted wild her name Earthward he sank all mangled to the core.
;
But they by force restrained him, leading him Forget he could not, would not if he could ;
Into the house, where till the following day And things which could not love pronounced
When the kind consul moved him to the town, him weak.
He wandered up and down, as he had done And things without a mind pronounced hint
That evening ere he sailed to seek for her fool,
Peering as then about their little room, Sneered at his dark and vain philosophy ;
Above, below, as seeking her, and pausing While ruddy animals of vigorous frame
As if he listened, fancying she called. Strutted and gabbled of strong character ;
And he would finger all her little things— While pious folk averred he made an idol
Her shawls and dresses, bracelets, and her Of her he lost, and God was jealous of her.
work Jealous of Clement's mighty love for her,
With needle left in it, the little stocking Counting it so much pilfered from himself.
—
For some poor child wearing an air intent. Was God then but a greater Marchioness ?
As waiting half bewildered for her step Clement should lavish not his love on her.
Upon the stair, and listening for her voice. But while she shivered in the outer cold,
— — —
;
BEATRICE 3'
Shall we blaspheme the All-Father for our Her call from yon sunslope, and shading eyes.
fault ? Dazzled a moment, have beheld her climb
The Love Eternal feeding our weak love. Godward for aye buoyant and luminous !
Yearning to flush it through a myriadfold But Reason banned the quest forlorn of Hope,
Until it leaps and broadens to embrace And coldly sternly whispered " She is dead.""
In its divine blaze all the universe For so alas! ran Clement's way ward thought-
The Love Eternal jealous of our love " Though nought may perish in the universe,
!
What we name heaven for grand reality, Her life, as boastless of its nectar rare
Not for mere painted splendours in the dome. And yet as lavish of it as the flowers.
He might have held communion with her still, Living in him transmuted, flowed again.
Scarce interrupted by the change of death Like nectar grown to honey in the bee,
;
And sorrow, whom we find again elate Wailed in the weird magic of his strain.
And radiant with health and happiness : Tinged all his song with its own plaining
" Indeed I did not know you " we exclaim, minor,
But straight we know him and rejoice together. .Sinking to human spirits' very root
Communion with her would only fail Circuiting wider, meshing souls who dwell
Through death as recognition fails when we In dark seas of experience and deep
Are travelling and come to some fair spot " Yet can the individual person cease?
In twilight, vague aware of dusky scenes, Would that she lived yet, howsoever far
Water and mountain in the sunrise fails
; From me!" wept Clement often "'tis — a
When we awake and fling the window wide dream.
Beholding mountains crowned and girt with Beautiful, natural, noble, yet a dream I
32 BEATRICE
Did not her spirit flash upon his own Have I not seen old people dumb and cold
At intervals ? she seemed so very nigh Who once were lovers — with but breath
Yet that might be a vision of the brain ! enough
Left now to drivelling jeer at what they were,
While others spilling malice from their Beautiful living men and women ; now
fangs. Dead-alive bodies ghastlier than the dead !
Because to herd with them amused him not. With all the immortal young world
life in the
And he was proud to all pretentious folk, Pulsing and throbbing, surging them about,
Hinted him not abstemious from delights Nigh deaf and blind, yet lifting palsied hands
Of sense, as men might deem for all his love Quavering "O great tide, come no farther in !"
Buried in that one little grave with her. Yet could I ever make thee happy, love?
Yet since his intimates (but one or two). I was too weird, too grave and self-absorbed,
BEATRICE 33
With my bewildering counsels, a blind guide, Her singing never took by storm
'1 he listless
Leading ihee blindly, leaning on me, child ? ear, the stranger's ear,
I brought a dark chill on thy sunny life, Yet hymns of seraph could not warm
Who would have shed my heart's blood out My heart like her frail accents near.
for thee !
Or sitting in the old room as of yore. Earth joys for ever to sustain
'Twas there he made the song concerning her The bass eternal of the sea.
That had for title " Lost," and thus it ran.
And years flushed o'er with flowers of bliss
Dance every one from shade to sun,
Fresh youths and maidens yearn to kiss,
LOST As we have done, O little one !
With evening hued like autumn leaves I lipped the joy, now yield my place.
The porch is fair, still sleeps the air, For me no more kind years may pour.
She comes through yonder light and weaves Who only want one meeklit face,
Flowers as I loved them in her hair.
One face gone out for evermore !
Caught in her shadow will not flit, For subtler wind are love and mind,
So sweet the trouble that she brings. .And she but wind who nestled here !
C
— " —
34
KATHLEEN
After the battle on the gory clay
They found him through the heart shot lying
SONG
dead "LHvE HER, BUT NOT THE
A portrait on him of a lovely woman
tress of
SAME"
Wet from his heart's blood, with a
hair
I SEEK her by the stream that laves
Let into crystal on the side reverse ;
Yon crumbling convent wall.
A shred of writing naming him by name And in the silent place of graves
They found beside, with earnest-breathing
That loved her soft footfall.
prayer Then in a dream through evening calm
That if 'twere possible he might be borne Again we wander by the palm.
To Monaco and buried where he named.
But lo this glooming crust unstirred
!
Twin crosses in white marble mark the Gives o'er the sombre glow
spot, —
Of caverned fire my dream is blurred,
Small, graven, side by side, and two low I wake — the fire is low. . . .
Their shadows on the marble and in flower Iknew I left her lying where
Nestling into the graving of the names. Yon graves in sunlight sleep so fair !
By moonlight to the grave she crept, You threw the poor old spaniel in."
Tears on her mother's name she wept, . . "There, Kate, we found the red toadstool
. Who the same .sleep unheeding slept.
. .
By yon gold whin !
— " ;
In far vein-purple tracts of sky Do you mind how you bade me cull you a
A star thrills ; blackbird, nightingale, rose?
Pulse ecstasies from maybloom nigh But the spray swam over my head
And sweetly fail. With a stress of air, " One would say that it
knows,
And then the sleek-haired maiden sings, As you breathed the word it fled
Both children kneeling toward the glow With the sister blooms it would fain repose
While the fond boy about her clings. Till the gentle leaves be shed !
Of gentle girl who died, " Kathleen " Your answering tones I heard ;
;
" See close to your hand the pale rose cower
Vet gathers in his eyes the tear
i%r name "Kathleen." .
Lest you take her at her word " !
. .
A youth the sister of his love Isit easier now to remember the spot
Follows in woe.
Where we paused in the sweet green lane
Than to find the warm feeling we soon forgot,
And as they leave her in the rain,
Left there like the flower to wane ?
A milkwhite doe she often fed
She said " There are hearts that blossom not
Through the dim forest limps in pain
Like the roses of June again !"
To lean its head
Where they lie full-blown with a delicate flush I Ships we beheld from their anchorage slide
Do you love them most, or these All the burning midwater yet royally holding,
Opening coy with a crimson blush, Dost thou lose, love, thy joy in their pomp
Hiding golden hearts for the bees ? and their pride ?
— ; ;
36 A WALK IN SPRING
One has folded our love from the tarnish Pushing, a weak-limbed nestling lamb
of sin ! Beneath his parent sways ;
Do you remember our walk that day We gazed beyond the meadows low
To
the church upon the steep And apple-blossomed farm,
With grass about the wall so grey To nebulous woodlands where the glow.
Where the weary slumber deep ? Leaning so close and warm,
Like a heavenly liand the sunshine lay Woos their shy secrets' yielding flow
To bless them in their sleep. With zephyr's whispered charm.
— : — —— ; :
But summer, I deem, had sunk that day 'Tis now the crisis of the turning tide :
Not into flowers alone ; Say, shall it whelm the silent sufierer
Or at her very lips ebb down from her?
She woo'd shy secrets as they lay
Profound that slumber, but she wakes at
In two young hearts unblown ;
last;
Love breathed upon them in their May,
She does not move, the lurid visions past
Till each in each had grown.
For now she tastes the bliss of painlessness,
Too weak to stir or think, yet feels no less
" Sweet life is mine, not death ; now I shall
And I watch your pulses' gentle heaves
live."
Flutter your skin of silk,
Till the shadow of some fluttering leaves
And soon creep thoughts like creatures that
revive
Plays on your wrist of milk,
From winter's frost —
" I thank my Father,
And even to your white bosom cleaves
God,
Soft amorous lights to bilk.
For I was young to lie beneath the sod ;
I would not leave dear Mother and the
weans
About you stealing sweetly coy
To
Do not sweet scents come through my leafy
yield you all to me
screens ?
Birds flowers weaving as they toy,
Is not the young year glad with budding
Vague heaven round me and thee-
greens?"
Until alone with our young joy
In the world we seem to be
Now would she turn and look if one be near
!
Without a fire or candle ? " Then she grows And shall I not be with Thee even now ?
Bewildered rather, till the fond face glows Then quietly with pale unruffled brow
Near and more near, until it feels her brow She turns upon the pillow, and she speaks;
This makes her gentle spirit overflow With a sweet patience, only with the breaks
With limpid joy returning kisses faint
; Of now and then a sob " My mother press
"You have been ever by me. Mother, saint " Me to your side if truly I shall guess
! :
She murmurs. " Once more in the dear sun- Am I not deaf.? " Into her breast she draws.
shine Then the child falters, after but a pause,
"And, Mother, press me if I should be blind
!
With you Igo wandering, mother mine
shall !
But light a candle, darling, it is dark ! As of love's agony she feels the bind
On moonless nights there always came some —
Of those fond arms anew and while she drifts
spark Far from the old blest earth, whose glory
Of starlight through the honeysuckle's trail shifts
You had a fire when I began to fail. From eye to ear, from raptured ear to eye,
When I remember last." "Hush! dearest That she has loved with what intensity !
She weeps too, but the little heart has flown And she hath flushed through all the dreary
Where it was always wont distressed to fly. woods
Far as it seems unto the world, yet nigh To touch and light them to a flame of buds ;.
; ;
: ;
Her gleamy hand so brimmed with violets, They're quenched with mutual shadows and
Through her strained fingers here and there relumed
she lets Over and over note how gently gloomed ;
Them fall to grass, where amethyst they lie And chequer-lit their pale smooth-rinded
And watch her, each a sylvan spirit's eye : bole,
Intense reflections of her rainbow fans Even as the lichened bark where ivy stole.
All unaware of flimsy tissue green, Whose notes impetuous ecstatic war
Little leaves crumpled, dress for fairy queen ; Which shall be first they hustle and they
;
Seem lithe to lie upon the delicate air From the hid blackcap, tenderly there floats
As though too gross to let them sink it were. Sweet cooing of the cuckoo and the dove,
Fringed with a down as silky as may mist, Clear pipes the blackbird, and a thrush's
When edgeways-lit, a lip that you have kissed love
Green flakes of clustered vivid light they fell Flutes softer— hark ! the lark is in the blue
I deem upon the boughs, and oh ! how well Whose music-sea the sunlight eddies through ;
—! ; ;; ; "
Of melody entangHng all the soul, Yet still remain of channels one or two
And in a web of breathless bliss to roll. Through which the living glory may invade :
Lambs by their mothers frisking newly- To that near world whose fadeless beauties lie
Of air and light in bounteousness sublime Upon her knee, when lo her ! mother's lip
And all exhaustless, as in former time, Pressed to her forehead — then a radiant smile
Floatsnow about this humble cottage maid. Dawned on that wan blank face, as otherwhile
Rich should she be, though in mean weeds Isaw a grey blank rock illumine dim
arrayed :
Through watery skies —
though vain the
Rich hath she been in flinging wide lier clamorous chime
soul Of surges and the flash of sea-birds, mark !
Of glory vainly sweeps and summons both She speaks, "O mother, wonderful to read
The closed and silent portal of her eye That He who calls Himself my friend indeed
And of her ear, as where deserted lie Calls me His friend. —
Can then the Master
Sea-lapped palace-walls blithe once with life need
But as in vain the ripple-lisp or strife Me as His friend ? on this my spirit feed !
Breathing beneath the glowing tapestrj' A delicate stalk fainl-fuming into wealth
Of moss now vivid now a sombre green. Of leafage, blossoming indefinite;
The bank insensibly to water slopes, A spine aerial radiating fine ;
Their mounded subsidences here and there The light all tender with a pearly haze
Worn smooth with long abrasion of rich light Ilued like thin fins and flanking of a fish
In streaming over, beams dissolved imbibed Fresh-netted live and shining with the wet
In part while flowing, but in part flung free. While all the scene repeated lies below,
Swimming in shafts of pearl incumbent long The tract of blue, the cloud wing floating there,
Upon the opalescent shadowy air. The faint snow shores, the finlike opal light,
Haunt of still angels floating restfully And in it the beech-groves and loftier tower,
Bound earthward upon ministries of love. With through its belfry windows mullioned
The warm light glowing as in human eyes.
See yonder, mottled all the space with fleece
Or curdling milk or feather balls most fair. Now in the lower reflected gulf of blue
Between them gulfs and channels of dim blue A swan sails tranquil with a stately neck
Like sunny Alpine ice thin-oversnowed. Arched long, with orange beak, and lifted
Some lawny mists move flimsy, letting filter wing
Blue heaven through them, even as shredding Sail-like on either side, how soft and pure !
Of amorous air soft frolicsome and warm. Of the blue shadow, scarcely shadow or blue,
; ;
AUTUMN IN IRELAND
Haunting yon dells of down behind the Below the lawn a billowy sweep of wood
wing ! Pours to a glen and fills it fair and far
Surely the white cloud when it fell from With undulating topaz, chrj-solite,
heaven \Miose fervour quickens into ember-fire
Fell with the heavenly motion lingering in it, Anon or silent burn of tarnished gold.
For do but note how tranquil and how still Into the hue wherewith the robin's breast
The cloud sails yonder and the swan sails Glows now in autumn perched in yonder ash
here ! And ruffling his full throat with melody.
Yet lo ! a sudden impulse of the bosom
Thrills all the placid water feeling it Yon billowy leafage-river seems to pour
To dimpling smiles that waft luxurious light And gather from afar insensibly.
Into the pendulous faces of sweet flowers, Where those vast mountains shadowy upheave
Lush grasses, harebell, eyebright, sorrel leaves ^Fisted, uncertain, bathed in molten pearl,
That fringe the flood whose heart enshrines Robed in mild light of sweep magnificent
them all. With luminous folds of blue gloom inter-
While his dim double the swan floats upon changed.
Flickers beneath him with the twin-born Yet through the heavenly vesture half-
ripple betrayed
From his breast sloping either side away. Their native tones of sombre olive-green,
Melts like snow dropped in water, yet Rust-brown, or tint of the yew's inner rind.
remains. Behold yon kingly form with storm-beaten
He wavering images
ruffles yielding Yet dauntless everlasting rugged face
Of church and and of the sky above.
tree, Over huge shoulder of his brother there !
But all the fragments gather as he goes. The far-off mountain purples now with eve,
Thus if a dream, a passing fancy, glide Yields, melts his proud and stern solidity
And mar thine image for a moment. Love, To vaporous amethyst that seems to poise.
Within my heart, it glides and passes by And brood on mingling with unbodied light.
But thou art, Love, mine own abiding sky, Anon he looks a vast anemone
More undisturbed not faithfuller than I. Translucent steeped in a clear sea of air,
An air how supple soft and fathomless
Enshrining all, here molten chrysolite.
The inner hue of bursting chestnut sheaths
AUTUMN IN IRELAND ^Vhat time the chestnut drops from leaf to leaf,
There heaven for souls of vanished violets ;
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Spirits benign congenial unto it. All these like fevered dreamswe fling from us,
While upon the moss extended lie,
I Sipping the sparkle of your liberal air !
A fairy fir-forest of mazy moss, And now though, v/ounded climbing in your
Noting some metal-sharded insect thrid crags,
Their labyrinths, and over the frail growth Awhile I may not move, my spirit roves
Of shamrock tiny, or fungus coral-red. Rejoicing still, while I serene as you
Lie lapped like you in tranquil-waning light I
Of torn grey cloudrack, poised on wing Nay ! solid thing of life, that unaware
sublime ; Leaps to my startled vision, leaps in air,
What time blind rain leaves slippery the stalks Along the flashing cataract, a fish,
Of heather and bilberry in crevices A salmon opal-flanked and mottled fine
Of giddy granite precipice, and scarce His back with shifting purple, to subside
For drifting mist I see the rowan beads la the seethe baftled yet abide his time.
Or holly berries, clutching at their stems.
Ah ! splendid torrent, hast thou ne'er a
And ah what glories, secret treasuries
! soul,
Of beauty and delight we come upon, Art thou no god as men were wont believe ?
Fresh, unfamiliar, where the gaze profane If not a god, yet verily and full
Anon to where, volumed like solid glass, You know the beautiful tall beechen trees
The flood slips eager into the abyss, Nigh to the old toll-gate that was —a breeze
Fired with a parting sunkiss, passionate Blew cool among them, and the lights and
To wander far, now strenuous now calm, shades
Dreamy and listless under all the dense Seemed merry as the children in the glades.
Impleached greenery of mossy wood, Some cows were standing paunch-deep in the
Twirling sere leaves, umbrageous and cool, pool,
Now smoke-cairngorm, now shallower jasper A rough dull-coated clumsy cart-horse, cool
clear, Bathing his thick fore-fetlocks only, let.
Smiling when Day puts by the leaves to look After a draught, the water from his wet
And variegate with limpid tortoiseshell. Lips either side pour streaming sleepily.
The children watched him, and the goslings
nigh,
So, coming to the cottage there aloft John never seemed, 1 thought, more cheerful-
greet
A slight grey woman finely-featured, sweet, "So it was then Mary began to ail?"
Yet clear and firm of aspect, simple, neat "Nay," she replied, "mayhap a little pale
About her shoulders over the serge gown, Silent and weary she had seemed at first.
Though it was warm, a worsted cape was But into spirits rapturous she burst
thrown When playing witli the children in the wood
To see their romps ! I felt it did me good.
"You must forgive me if I weary you. I recollect the little sister saying
For I am getting very old, you know ;
(At hide-and-seek the younger two were
I shall be seventy come Martinmas playing)
Swift flies the current of our years that pass !
'
Now, Tom, I'm going to hide l)y yonder
Well I remember, 'twas a happy day ;
tree
We had persuaded him the holiday Among the fern, and you must look for me
At home to spend, and take the weans to play When you shall hear me calling out cuckoo !
With Mary and myself among the fern And then away the little toddler flew
In Epping P'orest, when the blazing burn To bury her wee face where covert grew
; :
Of niarestail and of fern, a forest small Kind he appeared and cheery— happiness
Within the forest, taller than them all Of dim-remembered years came nigh to bless,
But bless you she was three year old and she
! When they twain and the child beneath the
Never surmised that any one could see sod,
If but her eyes were shut, and so she stole Their pretty first-born, seemed alone with
Ere calling but halfway within a hole God,
Between some fronds that bordered open grass, Happy as those in heaven. Sudden fell —
And all might see the blue frock of the lass, On herfresh-budding hope the blast from hell.
Each bare leg tiny and her little shoon." Loathsome, abhorred, familiar too well.
The hated gleam she saw among the fern
This I foresaw would not be ended soon, Of her red drapery ; which made her turn
So gently coaxing her toward the goal White cold, atremble, as the children told,
I spoke again
—
" Well, I had gone to stroll Rising from playing with them in the gold
Not far," the grandmother resuming spoke, Of silverweed and birdsfoot, fixing look
*' WTien I saw Mary coming near the oak Intently staring on the path he took
Where I was resting, holding baby fast, Among thick hazels and low - blooming
Hushing and singing to it as she passed. bramble :
Yet strangely breaking off into a prayer But Tom, poor innocent, moved on a ramble
Wild incoherent, as of strong despair. That very way, spying a foxglove yonder,
Between the snatches of her lullaby : (Such a tall spire of spotted bells, a wonder I)
Conceive the shock it gave me ; plainly I When swift and shrill she screamed that he
Heard what she muttered, '
John is gone should stay
with HER ! 'Stay here you dare not will you ne'er obey?
! !
Little he cares about the woodpecker.' Not nigh that woman '—then she caught the
child,
" I knew the husband all too often failed The little baby, with a gesture wild.
In duty to my
Mary, since she ailed Straining itto her, hurrying to me.
Now many a day from harshness of the man ;
Muttering singing incoherently."'
Albeit in sooth the malady foreran
In buriedmembers of our family She paused as weary, shedding even tears.
(My foreboded her not wholly free.
fear Though all was over many many years ;
And yet what smote her witii the deadly smart On those wee children with the mother dazed
Was this one day that made so fair a start (Frightful to see her fondling baby crazed !)
Playing her false, betraying her to pain. On thorns both day and night, in anguish went
She wellnigh foolish counted on the wane, With my poor Mary where she must be sent.
Because he had been kinder for awhile ; The Doctor said where ; skilful dealing would
The woman for a month gone many a mile : Be he thought, to work for good,
likeliest,
And he was gentler to the children small If aught could cure, by severing her ways
As to herself— that evening most of all From ail that mixed slow poison with her days.
—— : —— ;
Were nigh four months before I could again Seeing the little girl alas I thought, !
Behold my children, howsoever fain. How but two years ago I saved and bought
And then indeed it made my heart to ache Some wooden animals and other toys
—
Seeing my babes you know I could not take For her, and how quite weary with her joys
Them home, 'twas all impossible, but oh One day I found her at my Mary's there
! —
They had not got their mother, don't you Was little Nelly in the cushion-chair
know. In Mary's arms, who dared not breathe nor
A mother's love for her own little child, stir,
There's nought so strong, so holy, undefiled 1 Though cramped and numb for fear of waking
They were her first thought, and I seldom Unaware dozing off to quiet sleep,
took Her dimpled, waxen little fingers keep
A walk their way, but I was sure to find A small white wooden cock, her favourite toy,
Her at wee shirt or frock, or romping kind Rosily loosely locked upon the joy
when she plied
Tireless with one or all; save Open moist coral mouth, and flushing cheek !
—
Her other household tasks (for she but lied. Where were they now ? timid and wan and
The other woman, when she spread abroad weak
Her duties to her husband were ignored I found her but to make my story short. —
By Mary, though she made him think the Trustworthy news one day to me was brought
same) — That John was gone, had left both house and
But as to them, the children, when I came home,
I found them all uncared-for, pining, pale ;
And none knew where; but over the sea-foam
I was quite sure their very food must fail. Somewhere abroad, mayhap Australia,
Unwashed, unkempt, ragged and slatternly. The folk surmised His little children
: '
are
Poor darlings cherished late so tenderly ! Left to thatwoman,' thus the neighbour said.
And with her always bitter, sharp and cross. '
She will not keep them now the father's fled,
They lost their childish spirits what a loss ; But they must go into the workhouse nigh ;
Another grew, and far more quarrelsome (It seems that John and she had quarrelled
Starved of fair equal dealing, all that home sore.
With loving watchful service can provide, Yet from his winnings she secured a store)
Starved in their poor hearts, and as ill- So by the help of our good clergyman
supplied I carried out reluctantly the plan
Small growing bodies with the needful food I think it was a hard and cheerless life :
I used to think that no one ever could One soon gave over the unequal strife
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ANOTHER VERSION 47
Harshness, neglect, poor food, too strong for It turns me giddy looking — well, the young
her, I know ! and there's the terrier barking
Poor Httle Nelly died — so happier ! strong ;
The baby, that, you know, had died before. When Neddy runs to push, he always will
But for the others, Tom and Ned, they bore Poor dog, some day he's sure to come to ill I
Up against all ; and when I found the I think that you can see them if you look
Possibly set her wildered reason right "Tis nearly time the children came to tea.
To see the children — on a holiday And must make it where's the gooseberry
I :
Must you go ?
"Ah ! what a change —her scanty hair was You will be always welcome, Sir, you know !"
grey,
Late raven-black ; her face was gaunt and
drawn.
Once blithe and fresh and rosy as the dawn. ANOTHER VERSION
She knew us, yes she knew us, them and me
Yet not as figures from the past, you see. " Yet in his prime, of promise very full,
Blent with old scenes, at most but vaguely Truly a grievous fate !
. . . "Well, have I more to tell? The boys How the long-purples burn !
Of pleasure now and then they're very well — And eye sought eye, and lip sougiit lip, for
Dallying playful ; now with ne'er a hope But in the strife was dealt to him the blow
Their guardian angels hover ;
That stained him crimson and that laid him
His heart love-loyal yet to one at home, low.
Drugged with sense-fumes he palters there
with doom !
Yet he confided to me that he chose
Even in the moment's rush,
For search him through, no thought nor love If this were Death, the friend, to clasp him
you find ;
close,
What angel may avert the triple loss Nor either gentle nature had sustained
Of three poor human souls? Death from his fury-fit
But while they lie, in wood-sorrel across The selfish man die victim to his love !
From one of nearest boles Warm tears of bliss or sorrow shall it move?
Flits flustering a brown bird from her nest,
By them shy startled in her innocent rest
And troubling both nigh brings the woman to, CRADLE SONG FOR SUMMER
So half awakening him
By her coy shrinking but they startle through
;
Ruffles with rustling very near their nook : r the hush of evening deep,
A girl with her wood-bundle while they look Gone the last long-lingering beam
P'rom where the tender violets dream
Passes unseeing them, but as she goes With closed eyes by the woodland stream
Lightly she hums an air Sleep, my childie, sleep.
That stabs him as the dearest one of those
His bride in days that were
Was wont to sing she fades among the ;
Sleep, my childie, sleep
leaves Fresh dews of twilight creep
When lo! a shriek the wood's green quiet Through folded blooms of eglantine,
cleaves. Speedwell and harebell and woodbine ;
One kneels upon her frail form murderously. Now dewy planets creep
Through skies of fading purple-rose.
" Quick ! help her !
" cries the lady ;
" they Yon elm full-foliaged overflows
are three ; With those love-songs the blackbird knows
Nay rather let us fly !
Sleep, my childie, sleep.
;
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The dove's low plaint hath ceased to float, Nor orange mouths that gape supplies
Sweet breezes flutter in and out While the dam greets with twittering cries :
\i
Sleep, my childie, sleep;
Sleep, my childie, sleep
Still soft the martin-cheep
The skimming moth may sip Below yon eaves from rustic nest
Our bower's honeysuckle bloom With moss and bents and feathers prest
That lavish breathes a rare perfume, Lined warm for many a downy breast
I hear the velvet hornet boom :
Sleep, my childie, sleep.
Sleep, my childie, sleep.
XII
Sleep, my childie, sleep
Sleep, my childie, sleep; Four callow fledglings peep
The shepherd counts his sheep, No more, but nestle to the wing,
I hear the cattle browse and chew, Whose darkness ne'er to them can bring
Afield the click of ball that flew Doubt of the parent's sheltering :
my childie, sleep
Our earthly clouds must weep
Sleep,
Their rain upon thy stainless brow
Where meadow grass is deep. ;
LEONARDO'S CHRIST
Sleep, my childie, sleep
Yon primrose skies must keep One came from forth the unquiet city glare ;
Some chime of faint and faery bells Brought heart unhallowed, hard and hitler
Whose ebb and flow of tidal swells thought,
Or close or open aerial cells :
Dark pride, this passing world's vain restless
Sleep, my childie, sleep. care ;
D
" :
so LEONARDO'S CHRIST
Came and was smitten and bowed, like him They ranged or grouped along the dusky stone
who rode Of pictured chamber wall, the Lord doth sit
Of old so hot and proud till unaware His head relieved against the tender tone
The vision of a lowly Jesus glowed Of landscape, far and deep light softening it.
More strong than midday might on him to As ripening afternoon is wont to do
bear In yonder clime with kindly mellowing haze.
Both soul and frame to earth, there silent To steep rude earth in his own glory-glow
laid Grows gently sad the sun's triumphant blaze;
To list those clear sad loving accents say To near our world's chill mists he dims in
"Why persecute Me, Saul?" —Yon figure coming low.
said
The like, he deemed, this weary one to-day,
Yon midmost Form apart i' the pictured Life An emblem of His love, whose spirit shines
array. Like yonder sun, calm pure and infinite.
But through sweet law of its own life declines
Ill
Toward our blind heart-broken world, His
For there mid faces sharp new pain dis- light
tressed, While glorifying shrouded low and sad
Each with his own life-look and features' Mid vapours dank of uncongenial sin
play, From false faint hearts, souls fevered hot
At that last meal sat One from whom the and mad
rest, For pelf, power, fame about them pale
;
Pathetic air and gesture ; all again Or lying where some homeless mountain air
Spake those sad words to hii)i "<) friend — — Strays sighing through sweet thyme and
of mine russet growth
Wilt thou betray ? my love did never wane ;
Faint purpled, watched sun's blood-red orb
I told heart secrets to thee, led thee, soothed from there
thy pain I Sink in the ensanguined sea, suffusing botli
: ; : — —
LEONARDO'S CHRIST 51
Less by wise precept than a selfless life : The blank dead face of that Eternal Sleep
His heart throbbed yearning to embrace the His coming wakes to flush with solemn grand
whole surprise !
52 A CONFESSION
She might be sporting with me struck me faint.
A CONFESSION I said it, but she kissed away my doubt ;
Scene. —A Prison Cell. Prisoner {to Through all her kindness— nay, it must be so,
—
Yet I adored her ah she trod upon ! Reaching bubble vanities like these,
for
So many gay silk cloaks obeisant laid To tread upon a fond man's living heart ?
'Neath her queen feet, 'twas condescension But they who warped her gentle sinless soul.
deep Trailed earthward young shoot assiduous
its
For her to walk upon my garment worn. Lest it should Godward grow as it desired,
How should she stay to ponder the gallants Respectable, smooth, pious, and accurst.
Had much such raiment stored in cedar- —
They are to blame not thou, my murdered
presses love !
And lavish strewed for other feet than hers. Well I was heavy, taciturn, I know,
While this poor cloak I laid for her, this love No meet companion for a sylph like her.
Of mine, it was my all, and all for her? I went about my work from morn till night
;
Yet, had I felt her shudder as she gave I toiled for her and for the little ones.
Herself to me ! but sweet she seemed and Two babes were ours, a little girl and boy.
bland I thought of little but my work and them.
As ever — well I knew she could not love And in the evenings jaded with my toil
As I loved her, I never looked for that From the black town preoccupied I came.
So very had contented me.
little How sweet the faces of my darlings then !
Attar of roses, —
only a drop of it Yet cares were on me, care for my beloved..
Outperfumes floods of common essences. Such sordid topics could not be for her
—
But she averred I see her sitting now To share the weary burden of with me.
Broidering silk and gold in delicate kid Who lived for music and embroidery.
With dainty fingers, lifting, ah those eyes Deft tracing tasteful ornamental work
!
Soft as horizons in the summer time, For some bazaar or cyphers intricate,
Answering in that low sweet tone of hers Chatting with friends or dancing at a ball.
That long her heart had been my own she I dull and weary sitting in the room.
;
First I was stunned incredulous with joy, While she was playing brilliant passages
And broke to foolish tears like some big child, Or quavering through the last new opera
Shy touching her and then because she By Verdi. Hard she seemed to me and cold
;
A CONFESSION 53
Enhanced with her by lowly estimate "Well, Sir, among her gay acquaintances
(Too well deserved) of my so homely wit, Who played and sang and chatted often with
I felt in her demeanour shivering ; her
Sluggish and dull to her aerial games, Was that — the person whom I need not name.
A mayfly with a crawling snail for mate. Handsome and gay and brilliant I believe :
—
And then I think yes, Sir, I do believe Yes, I was blind, old dotard, a fond fool
She loved me when I took it from the case (But love is blind), until a '
friend sincere
'
Not the bright bauble, but the man who gave Hinted a warning I indignant flushed,:
She looked and flung herself upon me, Sir, Plucked forth the barb and flung it in his face.
Tears in her sun-laugh I was very good : '
; But I suppose it rankled unaware :
She wished she were a better wife to me.' I caught myself at hovering nigh the pair
With choking voice I only made reply, With wistful eyes, till once I somewhat saw
'
You do then love me is it true indeed ? : Which startled me to faintness with the shock
'
Oh, John she faltered hiding her in me
!
' : Of half-incredulous wonder and dismay.
And then I blessed my desolate barren life But then a horrid fascination drew
For holding in its weary waste of sand Me to peer closer— many a trifle now
This blessed moment here at home you know
: Fraught with keen anguish to my sickened
Lightly we value our abundant wells ;
heart.
But once I heard a traveller from the East
Describe a desert march interminable " One afternoon, I well remember it.
Through scorching sand the rapture of the — Our little girl was playing with my beard,
drone Climbed frolicsome on father's mountain
Of distant waterwheels upon his ear, knee,
The cool and liquid flash upon his eye In a sweet arbour of our shaven lawn,
Of spilling water from revolving jars A summer evening and her mother came ;
Sleeked with acacia shadows as they stirred ! Round on us unaware, and sitting nigh
How beautiful she looked, the sun upon her.
"Yet even in such a trifle I was slow Through green festooning of the lush wood-
Shrewdly to guess what thing she fancied bine
most. Sleeking her curls and dainty waist and foot !
My mind was smothered in the moil accurst, The child cried, ' Let me go, I want
And if she asked me, that was not the same. mamma ;
The Bible said despondency was sin ; She wincing looked with such a scared white
Business she hated, could not comjneiicnd. look
Therefore I plodded on, hiding with care I it now, and shudder seeing it
see
The twin-woes feeding ever insatiable For ah there was no ruth, no lingering scent
!
Upon the vitals of my tortured breast. Of what might once have been a love for me;
— ; ; ' : —— — :
54 A CONFESSION
It was mere scare; it took away my hope, Abrupt she blurted her confession out
I think — not all —hope heaved and fluttered Not tremulous sobbing, weepingtears of blood,
yet. Ah ! —
no in hesitating tones she spoke.
The child with poor dazed face betwixt us Yet slow and measured, in deliberate choice
two It seemed of phrase appropriate, as though
Yet tried to smile (I doubt a withered smile), To lean secure with all your soul upon
And passed my hand athwart my throbbing One bosom, and for it to let you down
brow. Crumbling to dust, a bosom of the dead !
And stammered I believed that I was ill. When she began to speak I now recall
And she had seemed so cold of late to me. Ishook as with an ague turning cold.
Of course she probed me little satisfied God did she fancy that my heart was wood.
!
And movement bringing me my cup of tea Because I could not trill duets with her,
That touched me in my stunned bewilderment, Or spin her sentimental versicles,
Recalling soft the blessed year of trust Illuminate her prayer-book, almanac,
When I lay childlike pillowed on her breast, Because I was not smooth and rose-coloured
Marvelling God should lend His seraph to me. Like any woman, nor Adonis-limbed,
You've seen a huge trunk lying prone and bare Was that a proof I had no power to feel,
With sappy layers concentric where 'twas That I, just God was not a living man,
!
" There I lay suffering, all her cruel words (Only last year we played in yonder hay
Cutting me keen like flying spikes of ice, She and I with the little ones together).
Until when she avowed (more self-composed The cattle couched upon the dewy lawn,
And calm with talk) abysms of treachery Our near church-spire in quiet chrysolite
My ghastliest suspicion never plumbed, Among the waning stars where she is gone
I think, I verily believe, that reason My darling slept then with her pretty face
Fell swooning from her seat, and then the devil In her child-hand,and long I watched her lie
Took full possession of my tortured soul And now, my God ! my love has brought to
I rose up a mere maniac with blind this
Lust to crush out the thing that tortured me The only thing my love was set upon.
My fingers clutched her delicate soft throat, But touched I ruined when I touched,
all I
And tightened, tightened, like a vice in it. And one long foredoomed failure is my life.
The paroxysm past I sank again Why was I born ? And yet there is a God
Exhausted on the pillow all confused. An awkward child my favourite toys I broke.
How long I lay I know not, but the truth And boyish games I spoiled wherein I played,
Of what had chanced shaped horrible itself In business ruined others and myself!
Slowly before me in the lurid gloom. I covered up the marred but precious face ;
That moment how I hated her—yet soon And when they stirredabout the house, I called
I fell to wondering why she lay so still. And told them I had done it, and again
I only knew I had been violent Sat by the darling body, feeling glad
With her, yet not too brutal, even now That she and I were now at peace for ever.
I hoped relenting —
then I listened intent The problem so insoluble to me,
A sickening fear pressed suddenly upon me ! The weary problem of this tangled life,
Why does she lie so quiet that her breath I fingered but to tangle more hopelessly.
56 A CHILD'S FUNERAL
But once methinks the mother, raising eyes
A CHILD'S FUNERAL As those grand words she hears
Read from the Holy Book to murky skies,
No passer in the strait and dreary road Light breaks behind the tears,
By hedgerows dank with rain :
From dusk low clouds the rain unceasing And feeds for her some shy emerging bow :
out,
A little pall is floating black and white,
For warmth more close will cling.
The mourners' faces set
Upon the ground as though they envied quite
Their lifeless baby pet.
Sweet light-and-shadow chase of baby whims, The little brook was dry.
Laughter and tears at strife ? No shoals flash fair in a sunny ray
Shooting the shallow nigh,
No more again will patter tiny feet Nor silverly clinks the crystal free
In his bright nursery, As the startled minnows fly.
No innocent prattle of his will hinder sweet
The day's dull drudgerj'.
And from the light shut out. Thy fairy foot may fleet I
" ; — ' — ; —
THE TWO FRIENDS 57
:>riNNiE
I answered, " far from here across the sea." An infant by his mother's side.
Dreamy she looked; "Mayhap he came Yet he was poor a guardian's pride
:
Receives the fugitives, whose home Her grateful sight, till Ellen came
Their home with her shall hence become. And her pale spirit-brow the flame
He grows a leader in the state, Of a young moon kissed sisterly ;
While all her life is consecrate Maud asked no heaven, with Ellen by.
To cheer him wearied oft, and tend
Fair infants God to them may lend. Men called her somewhat cold and stern
The sick and poor around her bless On blatant folly she could turn
Her grace of human tenderness, Severely — not for her the looks
While men, half-hearted foes of wrong, Of amorous men ; in learned books
With her wax chivalrous and strong. Immersed she seemed, and yet she kept
Though worldlings shun with coward sense A nook of heart where Ellen crept
Her dauntless front of innocence. So warm the love of common wives
At noble deeds her heart would bound Were pale, methinks, to that which lives
As a war-horse at the trumpet's sound ;
In this stern woman for her friend.
And glories of the earth and air If Ellen absent do not send
Her limpid spirit mirrors fair By every mail some word that bears
Nor only shrines them, since they don On her own self, tells how she fares.
Fresh forms and lovelier every one Even the very dress she wears,
From sprouting seedlike in her soul That Maud may image her distinct,
Till carols of the Spring-bird roll The daily drudgeries have linked
From her white throat in human strain With them no joy for Maud ; she droops.
More rare to nature given again ;
And only for to-morrow hopes.
She feels the blossomed landscape wane
Hued like young wheat-bloom through the The little ones had asked a boon
boughs One balmy summer afternoon
Of foliaged oaks, and placid cows When they and Ellen and her lord
In lustrous cowslip-meadows lie, To spend what days he might afford
One lapse of light the river nigh From public duties here with Maud
And lo such landscapes of our land
! Had come the children eager prayed
:
Glow new-born 'neath her fairy hantl That where by Maud's command was
—
Creating even as bees who dive made
In flower-sweets their own to hive. Up among the chestnut boughs,
high
But when the West grew all suffused Where the breeze freshly stirs and soughs.
With sunset, and the farms were fused What Maud had called a children's nest
With their own orchards on the hill, (Not stern to them the weans confessed)
The murmurous water-wheel stood still With nailed sawn branch and stairs that
Beside the bridge in yonder vale, wound
Nor yet the cushat plainings fail, About the grey trunk from the ground.
! —; ; —— ;
That here at tea-time should be spread The happy day she dares not read
;
—
Their evening meal and here new bread, She knows all day for her is dead.
Fresh pats of butter, milk that foamed, And yet the record is of peace.
Huge strawberries ripe crimson-domed, Of life still lapsing till it cease.
In porcelain translucent slight And our few fretful bubbles die
As eggs the shy wildbird by flight In fathomless tranquillity !
In her moss nest reveals to light, Herself had told of orange-groves
And other dainties, on the rude Beneath the window that she loves.
Plank of a table tempting stood. Whence she can look upon the main
The children feasted, Ellen by Rich velvet-blue with ne'er a stain,
Aglow with their felicity. O'erarched with sapphire crystalline
While light and shade from flickering Pale blending in horizons fine :
Slow-lengthening, and laugh and pull Close to her window, damp the brow.
The bluebells, what a basketful Faint to the dim eye waneth now
And Maud and Ellen wander too, Yon far seablue, and soft warm aiv
While notes of rapture filter through To failing sense doth fragrance bear
The leafage as from Heaven's blue Of her dear garden till so calm
;
So arm in arm they wander home. She passed it seemed that air of balm
But in the after sunset gloom Lured sisterlike her gentle sprite
Out on the dusky dewy lawn To flutter with it into light.
Those dulcet organ-tones are borne. The end came serene
to Ellen
Death was on Jesus' breast to lean
So time wears on ; Maud's late brown After life's supper by Him spread
hair Maud only felt that she was dead.
Is streaked with grey, though not the
fair They said her friend was gone before ;
At length, 'mongst others, rimmed with The healing fount of tears for her
black For then with broken whispers they.
A letter comes —not hers — and back Naming the one beloved who lay
The blood ebbs sudden from her face ;
In darkness yonder, surely could
Some dizzy darkness doth efface Ease each her solitary load.
: —— ; — — :
As Maud has decked ; she keeps the To Maud that organ-voice had grown
key ; As Ellen's voice, her very own,
None ever enter there but she Rare breathings from her secret soul
At night when all sleeps tranquilly, Who now but Ellen's self should roll
If weeping there are none to see. To-night the old weird harmonies
Each little trifle lying out So faintly breathed as from the skies
'Gainst Ellen's coming spread about To call the sweet mist in the eyes ?
She has been wont how oft to use ! ;
" And is she come herself again ?
Maud even her favourite flowers renews. Even in God's very smile my pain
And as to name the lost none dare, Like a vague shadow flitted o'er
So from the dark day Maud can bear Her basking spirit, and it bore
No stranger hand to touch the keys Her down a moment, ah not more I
"
Whose organ-tones upon the breeze An angel than she was of yore I
Were wont at evening time to float, She weeps but quiet tears and sweet
Nor have the hushed woods heard a note While silent steals she down and fleet.
Since Ellen went ; but in herroom So noiseless entering the player
Maud lives in ever lonely gloom, Plays on, nor dreams that she is there.
Her heart in Ellen's foreign tomb. She stands in deepening twilight, now
Scarce would she see a human face The old low melancholy flow
Unless for duty. Of wind is in the elms through ; tears
But the place Afar through twilight vague appears
In later years one visited The figure playing, she could deem
Nor knew that sacred to the dead the Ellen of her dream
It is !
Maud kept the organ — waiting there, She knows she dreams, yet loves too well
And finding music many a year To let the dear illusion dwell
Laid by disused as it was left Until at last so mighty throbs
By Ellen, took it up and cleft Her pent emotion that she sobs
The long years' silence with a strain Aloud, and startling causes turn
That Maud of yore had been more fain The player, who views amazed the stern
To listen for than any one. Pale woman shaken thus with grief
When happy day's bright current on Ah healthful tears, ye bring relief.
!
Her numb and wounded heart once more She fell on sleep with hope the while
As in dear faded eves of yore One face would on her waking smile.
; —
MENCHERES: A VISION OF OLD EGYPT 6i
'Neath an abrupt and weird craggy pile, To my rapt vision dwindling infinite.
Its flame-hued cliffs caverned with many a Phantoms assembling in the halls of Night I
Who slumbering in their stupendous fane Wailed that antistrophe of Death's despair !
Deep in yon mountain's heart are roused And still night jealous claims them for her
again own.
With a faint consciousness that stirs and dies Nor may her shadow free from them be
To breathe a note of hoary litanies, thrown,
Eiewhile they chaunted while impassive But silent like black water it abides
Death For ever resting down their mighty sides.
Quenched ever some poor heart's weak flame Their mummied forms are like their faces
of faith." pale.
A tone it seemed bereft of life, unblest, Each in vast crossing hands the crook and
Emptied of thought and joy, vaguely opprest flail
A moment with the living voice of prayer Of an Osirian on his bosom broad
They have proved wasted on the lifeless air. Holds folded close, each mitred like the god.
Embers of old hope wake to feel the doom
Of smothered souls in everlasting gloom. Their presence weighs upon the mortal
sense,
Then changed the scene — for it was dark Informs with fear the solitude intense,
around :
Voiceless and moveless pale forever there.
Methought I lay in silence drear profound In some unguessed unhuman-wise aware.
On some hot sand ; the close incumbent air But calm serene is every countenance,
Reeked faint as from some dismal creature's Unvexed more of any human chance,
lair,
Sublime unearthly in its restfulness,
Some presence nigh of bird or beast obscene,
Quiet in Destiny the passionless.
Hyena, bat, that loves to lurk unseen.
Fond fool to dream that hopes or joys or
!
Opened about me till I dim defined Can ever these have been of mortal race.
Columnar masses pale gigantic-lined fame with eager
Crushing for pelf or face.
Rude huge and lofty, with no capital flushed elate with
Throbbing for pleasure,
Or fretted moulding wrought fantastical.
gain,
Titanic blocks each horizontal laid
Sullen or blank with loss and lit again ?
From pier to pier bridging abysmal shade.
Yea, these were mortal, even as thyself.
1 See Herodotus, Euterpe ii. lag. And thou shall be as they, O wildered elf
— — ; ;
Even thy vain bubble-turmoil in the flood From all breathes moral intellectual power,
Viewed from the still height very grand and From the grand head's expansive lofty dower,
good ! Howe'er curtailed of close-curled raven hair
Ranging to neck and cheek as natives wear
Kindred with twilight now my vision grows, Breathes from his dark and musing eyes that
And straight between each pillared phantom live
shows Once more and from the full mouth sensitive.
Sunk in the darkness a sarcophagus,
Of finest linen are his raiments woven,
Heart of the darkness, solid, ponderous ;
With long straight folds thesubtle fabric cloven,
The massy lid of each prodigious shoved Both long loose robe and apron girdled close
Awry as though the dread inmate had moved. Of girdle, whose fronting flap is wrought in
Then I knew these were Pharaohs of the Sun, rows
Ramses-Sesostris, Amunoph-Memnon,
Of golden asps and lions' heads ; the neck
Sesortasen, and many a power beside.
Bare shapely many a jewel doth bedeck
Priest-kings imperial, who strode in pride
Each slim wrist braceleted, his slender feet
Over dwarfed continents astonished pale Have gold-laced palm-leafed sandals for them
Making the hearts of all the nations fail
meet.
Then every breath bore rumours of their fame: Can then the searching of my thought intent
What are they now ? the shadow of a name In that sad mound of human ashes blent,
!
Longing to pierce the incrustation dense Mere chaos and oblivion, restore
Of forty centuries that hides from sense This Mycerinus as he lived of yore ?
All rich humanity of these past lives, But hark a murmur low and musical,
!
From sight afar, dim dwindling infinite : Rise tender riceblades, vividest green plots,
And then some shadowy form of stately height Or purple lupins or the tendrilled pea,
And gait emerges to my questioning eyes Or misty flax-beds thrilling airily,
With strained shadoof
From where the night impenetrable lies
Yon stooping hind aloof
Slow moving as with contemplation fraught.
Fills from the Nile his conduit constantly.
The kingly head bowed lowly as in thought,
Until it nears me in rapt wonder laid
O sweetest shade of yon mimosa groves
Upon the sand astonished, not afraid. Where soft-hued turtles ever coo their loves !
Softly it comes companioned of a shade With mild flame-crest the gentle-toned hoopoe
Thin traced upon the wan sandslope afar, Flits tlirough shy sunlights into open blue,
Pausing so nigh that all its features are unweaves
If air
And all its vesture with the gloaming dim. Mantles mild sunniness the foliage through.
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MENCHERES: A VISION OF OLD EGYPT 63
And all is fair, for thou art with me, child, For dreamy listlessness akin
Sole budding of my house, dear undefiled, To hazy light the lulled world swooneth in.
My love, my hope, blithe like the merry bird, I know the hind in midst of that intoning
Shrinking with shadowing of a chilly word !
Sits in the centre of the wheel
The meanest thing While hemp-slung jars tilt ever and refill,
The old, the sorrowing.
A yoke of patient circling oxen guiding,
In thy fresh facelight with rejoicing stirred.
Roofed from the scorching glare
Pjy large leaves of the melons trellised there.
And I grow young again breathing the air
Singing by snatches, for a flower bending, Westers the great god, now I move
Blessing lone nooks of woodland in thy wending Brooding alone to yon palm-grove.
Through shade and sun 'Tis evening hour when the palm
Cease, little one, to run, Looks loveliest in skiey calm.
Now to the carven barge we will be tending. It seems to mount unwavering
From yon loam-ridge is loosened in their Over the flame our ship doth steal ;
Laughing and singing blithely all the day, Yet 'tis a noble pile that doth arise
In their scant raiment sleeping free from care Soon like my sire's to climb and flout the
—
But these are happy yea, this people are skies,
Light-hearted all —great Heaven ! that is well: Scale with its flashing mount of lucid grey
Not agelong tyranny may quell
bitterest Of Syenite fair radiant as Day
These buoyant natures incompressible. Von very sanctuary of the Sun,
Who must wax pale when Pharaoh's work is
done !
From and mallet of the slaving gangs And will the Avenger slumber evermore
chisel
Among some toilers tottering 'neath the For all the bitter crying of the poor?
weight How long may savour of men's evil deeds
Of rubble borne from where they excavate. Stink in the nostrils till Ra-Amun heeds ?
Whose dusk maimed limbs the rubble doth Be patient, mortal for He bides his time !
;
By day and night the burning longing grows And wonder ! for it springs to juiceful food,
In me that God will to my soul disclose Leaguelong gold seas of life for mortal good.
No momentary easing of the pain, Yea, the old symbol of Osiris I
Some drug with virtue to consume the bane ! Took to fecundate and revivify ;
In gold a king doth on his forehead clasp Among the acacias ; chaunt, fair youth, the
Bespoke him monarch now slowly he walked:
hymn
And with some graceful noble stripling talked; You know of yours, rest here upon the mint
Bymellowing grain lithe waved and simmering In flower, while I the marjoram will dint."
In the blue morn lay their sweet communing.
Earnest intent the stripling's mobile face Holy yon living Stream
With hearkening, save when a sudden race Ever twinborn all-luminous with beam
Some jerboa commenced with nimble leap Of orient Day arising flusli
Nigh to their startling feet, or at the sweep With everlasting youth, lotus and rush
Of shadowing pinions from a falcon nigh ;
Waking from womb of parent Nile
Then wandered the chace-lover's eager eye Crimson beneath the Sun's engendering smile.
—
And thought awhile then oft King Men- Hither let mortal bring
The votive offering
cheres
Would pause and upon these,
shift allusion
Engendering the land
Instinct with heedful sympathy and keen By quickening the river's loamy sand,
For all men doting christen great and mean. Whose eldest-born Leviathan
All reptiles follow and the lizard clan ;
For stimulating niggardly dull soil Lordly dominion, stately wings that sweep
.'\s native to it all the sunny steep.
To liberal crown a less laborious toil,
Hither let mortal bring
Arrest a partial handling of the laws
The votive offering
And pluck their prey from ravenous red claws,
Such themes their converse visits as they Offspring himself of Light
wend, That puts all chaos of the soul to flight.
Higher illuminating in the end, Life culminates in human flower,
Startling the silent heart of mysteries Her fair world-stem maturing into power
Where vulgar footfall ne'er profanely pries. Of man's all-glassing consciousness.
"Too subtle abstruse unhuman such a creed Yielding to each a form and comeliness.
To serve the people in their hourly need Hither let mortal bring
;
And then my vision showed as in a glass Do men know good from evil ? only youth
Mencheres little aged, but sad and changed. May dream possession of sufficing truth.
As slowly now and moodily he ranged The mushroom dreaded as a baneful food
With echoing foot the shadowed peristyle Proves oft a wholesome nutriment and good ;
Of that vast inner court within the pile We snatch by night some healing medicine,
Of his great palace, every massy column And lo 'tis poison that we pour so keen
!
Carved to a giant god of aspect solemn. For yon beloved sleeper ailing there.
An aged priest stern grave and dignified Or 'tis a potion fraught with virtues rare
World wise of aspect pacing him beside. Mayhap for one, yet worse than impotent
In such disease for such a temperament.
And shall the Maker not be sovereign?
" My hope is out — it is decreed in Heaven, Though men be crippled in their souls and
I said, that I shall train this child to leaven slain.
The people with my doctrine when I go, Few daring to affirm the bitter woe
For she had felt the godlike thirst to know, Wrought for their welfare whom it ground so
And knowing with her woman's heart and low.
tact Whose weal soe'er may sprout and germinate
She might have vivified my dream to fact From the hot blood and tears of such a fate
In all men's soul the worship would have So is it —would thy plummet dangle still,
No soil congenial the seed can find. Did God take counsel when He framed His
Now she is gone, my darling stricken down. plan
!
And since that hour I loathe my barren crown. That we pronounce it frustrate overthrown
For what am I to struggle on with God When in her march calm Nature spurns our
Since He withstands me in the way I trod ? own ?
I thought to serve Him who will not be Even as an elder things at random piled
served ;
By hindering helping of a little child.
Who am I with my yearning to embrace Nay, some are born to sorrow or to rave,
My stricken brethren and to make them strong Some to be wise or happy till the grave,
With strength that doth to sons of God And what beyond ? The secret cold He
belong? locks
Have not the gods themselves decreed the And all our turbulent guessing quiet mock.s.
dole, Ours but to bow and to accept the lore
Yea, degradation of the flesh and soul In holy roll and in traditions hoar.
Yea, wantonness of great men in their wrong Thothmes beguiled thee, whose were glosses
And slaves to writhe as writhes the viper vain
thong?" On simple phrase and insolent disdain
—" — : '
Of other reverend teachers, in the guise Our weary caravan yet toiling through
Of holy truth insinuating lies, Intolerable sand and blinding blue.
Inventions of his own presumptuous wit While ever and anon beside the track
Now in Amenti hath he answered it !
Some vulture shadows with a blot of black
The pallid wilderness, revealing why
"Bootless on such a theme discourse hath So fleshless yon bleached human members lie.
Vain where He goes mine eyes may strain to But I, with eyes for ever steadfastly
follow ! Set on the far goal counting it so nigh,
Chafed at the baitings of our caravan
"The truth that I proclaimed was too By springs that bubble, under palms that fan ;
Too pure, refined for dwellers in the slime. Chided my fellows who would lingering taste :
Ilowered within the chasm where they grope. My night is near, I cannot even see
Too feeble alas dazed and distraught they
! That lake which in the morning shone for me ;
Not worshipping my Truth, but with her dress Under cool shade of palm and tamarind
Investing their old idols' nakedness. They found their blessing mine I cannot —
Not than erst their misery I feel.
less find !
But now 'tis waning, still there looms around Aloof from sympathy, that spirit's gold,
."
The old parched waste, the solitude prof(jund. BatHed, alone, and prematurely old. . .
: " — — ;
Even because thou hast, a mortal, dared Thou to destroy thine order's privilege !
To cherish lawless visions for thy kind, Ambition tempts thy proper caste to lower .-
To flout the pleasant toys wherewith they blind When didst thou brook a rivalr)' in power?—
Creatures to heaven-appointed miserj'. Even for high-flown schemes benevolent,
Challenging their inscrutable decree. How to the land may happiness be lent
Lifting a rash rebellious look on high When thou hast dealt us priests thine impious
To their inviolable serenity ;
blow,
For this their lightning smites thee from Sole Heaven-elected channels of its flow?
above ! Yet I and all our order cordial
Or shall a man lay claim to more of love. In with your aims beneficent will fall
Justice more equal than the fateful gods? If but from now you promise to redress
""
For this they visit with avenging rods !
Wrongs of the foithful and their dire distress.
Come make your peace
1 with Heaven's
Then broke indignant answer like a flood :
incensed powers !
" What irks to them man's evil or his good So when they see your rebel spirit cowers,
If but their altars want no savoury food Who knows ? the oracle may even reverse
Of innocent human or dumb victims' breath? The doom decreed and your untimely curse.""
For we are in the hand of sightless Fate Strong are thy gods no more I will molest —
That moulds with nought of consciousness Mine now be pleasure, silken ease and rest I"
our state !
"Rash king I my pupil whom I trained in Than your late haughty front's hostility.
Cruel confusions of the realm to heal Even though he rule his proper slave with
For all the treasure thou, king-priest profane, Who bowing low announced a peasant sought
Hast dared from consecrated use distrain. His cause before the monarch might be
While thou dost own thy fond presumptuous brought
creed This very day —" ' How else may justice come
Like a weak staff" hath broken in thy need ! Between the tax-collector of our nome
: ; ; ;
And my poor self ?' Your majesty's command (A coil fire-eyed of seagreen emerald).
That never any barrier should stand Nor splendid arms that winding soft en-
"
To bar a prayer like this from your august thralled.
' Nay, you are right," he answered "yet ; I Prevailed upon him to relinquish base
must The kingly task which called him to his place
To-day refuse it tell him that we hunt
; That day at least —a place how nobly filled
Lady Nitocre with me in the punt Before alas ! the nobler man was killed
Among the flags upon our royal pool In him the dreamer, little apt for strife
Hunts the wildfowl." In slow undazzling processes of life,
Impatient with a march circuitous
" But is the man a fool," Oft turning face from where the ideal glows.
Shammar broke forth, "appealing to the
ICing?
Vex royal leisure for so mean a thing !
He banquets in the alabaster hall
seemly usage now at court ?
Is this the
Echoing slaves' obsequious footfall,
Bid him to our conclave anon resort." On ivory throne contorted limbs support.
From Syria pale, from Ethiopia swart
But little Mencheres the tone
relished
He quafis from jewelled beaker fair of shape
Nor look and was gone.
that flitted faintly
Sweet purple foam of Mareotic grape,
" Stay," quietly he spoke with ire repressed?
Feasting on viands rare, viol and lyre.
" We do recall decision we expressed :
Pipe dance and song, feeding the sense with
Tell him to wait us at the outer gale
fire.
Toward the sundown there in royal state:
But by Ra-Amun sorely shall ye rue Therefore he leaves the empty revel now.
Setting at nought my sovereign decree about the brow
Fillet of violet :
"
Shielding the poor from your rapacity !
More dainty and effeminate his mien,
Still fair with lingering youth behold him lean
Later Nitocre, wife to Amasis Upon some comrade of repulsive brow,
The minister, with many a wile and kiss Of visage lewd, coarse-built and rude and low.
Strove to dissuade from his resolve her lover,
With her ripe gorgeous beauty hanging over " Yet lingers one sweet drop within the cup
Him fired with her abundant mellow breast Of life : shall senseless deserts drink it up
And supple shapely shoulder bare of vest Even as the rest ? some youth remains to
Yet nor large eyes that languished, nor superb bless.
Head of night-locks with lissome snaky curb Some relish of the sense, and comeliness.
; —
"— ;
"
Some blessed sense of living glows diffused I blush not bluntly praising life of sense !
Through muscles, nerves and organs long Rejoined the other, *' what inspiring wine !
disused. —
Fervid the Sun thy languid steps incline
Now first I learn, a fullgrown man at school Toward yon labyrinth of trellised vine !
Among young boys who well may count me There many a green nook tenderly he woo'd
fool, And won to wait upon the softer mood.
Now first I learn exulting to inhale Shaping themselves to bowers of delight.
Deep draughts of healthful airs that never fail Entwined with odorous roses pink and white.
Lavish to flood the sunny infinite, There as they lie with all their being sweet
Now first my dulled sense revels in the light, Unstrung, aware how in the lucid heat
Riding and curbing the incarnate wind Silken -winged elves with aimless fleeting'
My fleetfoot steed, with quivering spear to float,
Since mirrors of a vast and fierce desire Lo they emerge but coyly from the screen,
1
Prove cold clear marbles of the intellect, One by one gleaming on the sylvan scene.
While thought's chaste halls how cool — till Beautiful maids and youths the vines enclose
now ! — reflect Ilued like some petal of the faint blush-rose
Fuel and fan one terrible red flame. While amber lights luxuriously lie
And yet shall Reason bearded fail to tame O'er undulations of warm ivory,
Or govern rebel Passion's lawlessness ? Stealing at leisure into every charm ;
Inured to reigning shall she fail no less And now they dance full many a rounded arm,
Than one long shut from all her right Divine ? With slender flexile hand aurora-tipped,
But if she govern, then I do but twine On lovesick air waves like long flowers dipped
Festoons of blossom round some massive piers In a Spring zephyr's gentle fantasy ;
Of one grand palace all the spirit rears. Their rich white flesh dimpling deliciously.
Still, dove-eyed queen, sweet Sympathy may Or smoothing to a stainless milk-expanse,
here As bend voluptuous motions of the dance.
Drop the gem priceless of her sacred tear. Some toss the timbrel or the castanet,
Still Love retain her own most holy fear Wooing young limbs to lovelier flowing yet.
Of hurting any whatsoe'er the greed. Waxing and waning of each tender limb.
Still upon alien benefit sweet feed ;
Shoulder and bosom, waist and ankle slim.
— —
! ; ; ; !
Rarest of shading noteth unto sense, How often fi-om this window watched the stars.
Noteth faint heave and tender subsidence ;
Seeking what sinister conjunction mars
About necks cascades of golden flow,
their My destiny ; with cabalistic sign,
Their dewy eyes melt languid as they go : Pentacle, muttered charm, and vapours fine
And some are clothed with linen fabric fine, From mystic tripod, nightly summoned nigh
Leaving the fancy little to divine, Spirits toopen out the mystery !
Yet so enhancing all the charms that shine But I possessed a wondrous healing gift
Through as it clings into the silken skin, This, and half-earnest wonders wrought, uplift.
Or falling free with mistlike lingering With veritable knowledge me to heights
From some bowed body, faint and saturate Of awe and worship from the proud delights
;
With warmth and sweetness of its happier Of such thou knowest howoft I loathing turned
state. To where my youth's pure aspiration burned
Lo ! when dusk evening falls these fair green Mourning above that altar overturned !
alleys
Hung with soft lamps ring through with " Now am I free to seek thee, love, at last
mirthful sallies. Expand yon burnt gums into the vast,
like
And furious hot nameless orgies haste To seek thee, and thy mother whom I loved.
That he impressing days with nights may taste, From whom my soul's affection never roved.
Despite the gods, in overflowing measure When by this life and others I shall learn
(Doubling their poor six years) long stinted Wisdom, a kinglier man I may return
pleasure ;
To earth — I know not — but 'tis something,
For after this the mummy at the feast friend,
Reminds, man ceaseth even as the beast. To look life in the face before the end,
Praying our silent, our mysterious guide
To tell his name, though never he replied
Then all was silent in a chamber next
: To one ;
yet so at least we are not led
I saw the monarch, and no longer vexed Mere soulless things, clothed and amused
Angrj' and miserable seemed his mien ;
and fed.
Upon that youth now grown to man did lean And though some scheme we fondly fostered
The king, pale, near the dying, yet serene. fail,
Live here or yonder a poor child of man. Shall we, mere infants, petulant conclude
How often through the long nights have I That our wise Father leads not home to good
stayed If He desert the path we count direct.
Beside her mourning, pondering, and prayed We with true heart but fumbling intellect ?
Or frantic darting with the hook of God I shut me from the importunate sound of
To march erect before them as they drive Ne'er now may dawn for me another
Bland and serene their high triumphal car morning :
A hissing and a scorn ; for all we must Defeated with my poor division lie.
Enhance the royal progress of their state. He waves the army on to victory.
Or moody slaves, or conquerors elate.
"Yea, setting steadfastly my waning face
" For me I knew it, acted as I knew Toward the mysterious future of the race,
Yet have I failed and fallen as others do ! Ere mine eyes fail for ever they descry
My nature was a swiftly- running troop Far-off arisen a kinglier Man than I,
Where if the leader but a moment droop One with a stronger purpose and more pure.
Or stumble, all the blindly-rushing throng Who, though the world assail him, shall
Trample and crush him hurrying along. endure;
If with me gracious Reason bore the sway One with a clearer vision, wider scope,
Pertaining to her from an early day. A faith more dauntless, a diviner hope ! . . .
A glory to the spirit's court, and sent Mayhap my loftier purpose might have
On many a mission wise beneficent thrived.
Yet these but waited their occasion sly. Could one from his ideal grovelling fall
Waited their sovereign's averted eye, If near him, ever beckoning recall
Her wavering amid their fierce turmoil By their sweet faith untroubled simple pure,
To pluck her from the throne and to despoil. Stood heavenly souls himself had helped
Alas ye know the rest. I fondly thought,
! mature
Though traitor passions overbold and haught Through former years, with anxious nurturing
Waxed in my very presence, I could tame On all of high and holy love may bring ?
Them by a word when my occasion came Nay, but I thank the Gods for taking them.
But when my righteous ardours in my face What adamantine barrier may stem
Fate flung, and mocking blew me to my place, Passion's o'erswollen infernal torrent-rush
At length my joints were loosened, I grew Whelming and desolating in the crush
weak, Reason, love, duty, all remorselessly ?
And let the clamorous tongues unchided speak, Such was the fate predestinate for me,
Till when at length I frowned they over- Doomed from a child with strange and pre-
bore me, mature
And swarming round me stunned, the rebels Flame of the sense nought may avail to cure
tore me. Or quench, though smothered many a ;
Yea, this curst hand, thy fondling tears More consummate— the infinite content
bedewed, Flows aye with tentative experiment.
In thy true heart's dear life-lilood were Behold the large moon, a sun's ghost, displayed
imbued ! O'er the new palm-girt huts and dykes I
And thou, blest child, whom envious Heavens made
claim, Over far flats, dim hills, and cereals,
Might blush to-day naming thy father's name Temples and tombs, the Nile and his canals ;
My heart grew sick and weary, and my fill Soon after I believe that I awoke.
Of ease and pleasure I began to take. . . .
74 GANYMEDE
sophy and ethics nevertheless between leading
;
'
I need only add, that had I seen Mr. Matthew And so they know not of the gradual cloud
Arnold's tine poem Mycerinus before writing That stains the zenith with a little stain.
this, I might have hesitated to compete with so
Then grows expansive, nearing one would say
formidable a rival.
—
The happy earth until at last a noise
As of a rushing wind invades the ear,
Gathering volume, and the shepherd sees,
GANYMEDE Amazed forth- peering, dusking closing all
Soft rich like velvet yielding to the eye Rise to explore the open, like a bolt
;
A temple hypa;thral open to sweet air Absorbing daylight ; some tremendous bird.
Nigh on the height, columned with solid An eagle, yet in plumage as in form
flame, And stature far transcending any bird
Of and acanthus- work instinct
flutings
Imperial inhabiting lone clefts
A locust-tree condensing all the light Creating wind from cavernous vast vans.
On glossy leaves, and flaky spilling some Now slanting swoops toward them, hovering
Sparkling among cool umbrage underneath Over the fair boy smitten dumb with awe.
;
There magically sobered mellow soft A moment more, and how no mortal knows,
At unaware beholding gently laid The bird hath seized him, if it be a bird,
A youth barelimbed the loveliest in the world, And he though wildered hardly seems afraid,
Gloatingly falling on his lily side, So lightly lovingly those eagle talons
Smoothing one rounded arm and dainty hand Lock the soft yielding flesh of either flank,
Whereon his head conscious and conquering His back so tender, thigh and shoulder
All chestnut-curled rests listless and superb pillowed ;
Near him and leaning on the chequered bole How warmly whitely in the tawny down
Sits his companion gazing on him fond, Of that imperial eagle amorous !
A goat-herd whose rough hand on bulky knee Whose beaked head with eyes of burning flame
Holds a rude hollow reeden pipe of Pan, Nestles along the tremulous sweet heave
Tanned clad with goatskin rudely-moulded Of his fair bosom budding with a blush.
huge ; So that one arm droops pensile all aglow
— ! ;
ON THE RHINE 75
Over the neck immense, and hangs a hand With the wash of the mighty water
Frail like a shell, pink like an apple bloom ;
As it forks at the pier piles,
While shadowy wings expansive waving wind And the peasants' careless laughter,
Jealously hide some beauty from the sun. And the myriad river-smiles.
But the youth loses eyes of dreaming would seem as though two strangers
It
In the heat-haze luminous
Had met as lovers here,
Afar where the flood looks streaming
\Vhile they, mere careless rangers,
From skies mysterious.
Travelled with him and her.
76 A LONG MOURNING
Two years — 'Tis long to weep the good, If lives the greed you loved in him,
The heart which loved her best Though that brave heart be cold.
The great deep heart which ever glowed Weak sterile tears may only dim
In her full answering breast. Charms hourly growing old.
What gain to grieve ? what gain in sooth The young, the generous, the wise,
With life brimful caressed ? Wild wind and rain sweep o'er.
; ; :; ; — ; ;
A NEW LIGHT 77
No more — their Father bring them nigh Be calm as this their long array
Their sleepers, ne'er to part !
With birth to Heaven the end I
Thy life, the very source of mine, How fresh from over-sea.
do they gossip
Seemed ebbing slow from me 1 With childlike breaks exuberant of glee.
Ah !childhood's pure and happy hours ! Their strange experience in alien lands
The tales you used to tell And of the long long journey o'er the brine !
r the deep pine-wood, my hand in yours While underneath, the speargrass lush and tall
And hers who died as well Upon each vivid blade lets flaky light
The kneeling at your knee to pray. Slide glinting, kindling beryl atmosphere
The playing in your smile In bowers below, where gamesome shadows
Sweet guidance of a later day play
It seems a little while With mingling daisy kingcup and sweet
Ago we three, close linked in love, clover.
From all the world withdrawn,
r the cottage near a chestnut grove Here drones the bee with pollen-golden
Watched Alpine eve and morn. limb,
O memories, I cannot bear Haze-blue the landscape vague expands afar.
Your go
wistful faces, ! Where silver river shines from bosoming
Baffled my flagging wings of prayer wood.
In such a storm of woe. Here, dappled o'er of tender floating shadow,
Under the tree a boy was wont to lie
" — ! — " ;
78 A NEW LIGHT
Three summers gone and commune with the Of hand and foot, and lying proudly there
soul, Too much in sooth it were that I should hope
The gentle soft-eyed spirit of the spot. Help from you, patient conquerors, whom few
When last he came he wept into her lap Helped in your progress calm indomitable !
"Serene you'll smile, my playmate, when Sweet isthe flavour of the fruit of toil.
I go ! When we have won it may we not enjoy ?
He, frail and spiritual, communed oft So hearkening to the still small inner voice
With echoes hollow from these vanished lives Thou art a poet,' full of confidence'
Among their grassy mounds and tottering I bend my gaze upon the Heaven-kissed
stones. height,
Mounting alone — until the body faint
"Ah ! yet," he cried, this frail wan poet-
I shall be higher, life will not be lost. . . .
boy,
" I'd live my own full proper life and die, " Ah yet how soon life falters to the close,
!
And quicken those barren tracts my soul No muttered thunder from far realms of death
o'eryeams Daring the shadowy mountains to forget
To joy with purple-blossomed sympathy. The march of storm that smote and blinded
Yea, I would press into the heart of things,
them !
Must I not deem the wing-germs of my soul Birds yet are shaking mazy song abroad ;
A mere dead dust, mine embers all aglow As then the cherry and the applebloom
With heat and light mere simulated fire !
Heave silent rosed white foam athwart the
blue,
"Clasp but my hand, great brotherhood,
And sleek leaves flutter over violet pools
in yours.
And hail me one, though weak, yet one of you
—
In woods as then ah not those very birds. !
A NEW LIGHT 79
But lie through moonrise and unhasting stars Lo the World -Soul with birdsong, breath
!
Vain do the birds with tireless melody Who when we deem you nodding in assent
Visit an ear more apt to thrill of yore Mayhap are only nodding in your sleep
Than any sporecell tipping elfin moss Ye chance to want some new light I ' '
cade vague.
Draws nigh this lowly garden of the dead ? And draw the graceful the luxurious tear.
Grave men and reverend, liveried at least 'Tis generous — —
and cheap to praise the dead,
In garbs imposing, with official air. Who press —
no claim so living seer die !
And incense shut in silver thuribles. Fven if his clothes be coarse or grosser faults
Of erring men be his, than wait the chance
It seems that one, some friend who haunts Of flattering lies above his callous dust !
Whose Solomon awards leave ne'er appeal Well, friends, we challenge your alternative ;
And look you this — this body might I fear Nay, pearls are of the oyster, not the worm.
Repay with scarce polite indifference What in the grand economy of God
:
8o AN ANGEL'S GIFT
Exceeds the generation of a child ? "Tearful left thee with us here,
Yet shall we praise the lecher for his lust ? Lingered long the heavenward wings,
Nay everything hath function of his own. Poised upon the shining air,
Expect a gnat to settle, not to sting ! Warmth of angel- folding clings
Still O sister babe to thee
Clutch bold your nettle, scotch your venomed
snake, Lapt in such serenity !
flowers
Never decay, but grace the special peak " But each new height the spirit gains
Thy delicate subtle genius hath scaled !
A fiercer storm of trouble daunts.
Beyond the region of the rains
And virgin snows the condor haunts.
Far o'er the currents of our air
AN ANGEL'S GIFT Is there a sphere serene and rare?
A LITTLE boy with clustered curl "We dream, we hope, we trust that those
And soft wide eyes of ocean blue Who with perplexed yet sunward face,
Was kneeling where the misty swirl With wavering steps and tortuous,
Of one sunbeam came silent through Still brave the mist shall find the place.
The shadow of a curtain'd room Then Love's rich spices shall embalm
On cradled sister newly come. This fair void shell of baby calm.
And gazing on the tiny child Nor how this human spirit grows;
Asleep with hand above her head. But should thy steps in years afar
And whispered, " Down the beam so mild, E'er turn where she and I repose,
Baby, did tlie angel move The grass of our twin graves will move
"
And whisper, '
They were led by Love 1
CONSOLATION 8i
Spake, "Jesus too was baby mild Through solitudes of startled night !
;
My yearnings dying accents are Yet know yon bird of humble flight
That fall from His undying care." In yonder cage who modest bears
82 CONSOLATION
Now Reason reels upon her throne, Not on the mount withdrawn He stood
Dense dread about his spirit grown, To sing that storm and calm are good,
Who dares not breathe for fear to stir But walked Himself the whelming wave,
Yon Horror slumbering close to her ! By love to smooth, by love to save I
Madness, more awful-faced than all " I am the Son of God," He saith :
What may he do but shuddering fall Then grows the deep amen of Faith,
Upon the cold floor, praying Death Who solemn chaunts, " Yea, God is love.
To save him and to take his breath ? In whom we shall victorious prove !
He feels that he has failed, has failed ! He cannot hear — the storm is loud
He hears it in the snow-storm wailed And blinds him with a snowy shroud
Through this dim loveless chamber now On those lone heights with catching breath
List those numb finger-taps of snow !
He flounders o'er the steep of death !
Death, pale dread friend, already here ? Yet till the last frail fibre of strength
Ah me for youth 'tis very drear.
! —
Hath snapped, hold on help speeds at lengthl
With nestlings eager for the sky, Yea, even in falling, arms outspread
To be torn earthward ruthlessly !
To take chill darkness of the dead,
Not one warm heart to pillow on A hand may grasp, a bosom receive.
P'old wings that would have sought the sun And warm thine own faint heart to live ;
It only rests for thee to weep Embracing Death may change to one
Thyself, a tired child, to sleep. Who pours life's own elixir down !
Is there no Father, one Divine ? Then ere the dying, if thou bind
Ah ! vainly doth his ear incline True mate to thee, thy heart shall find
To shape thought's answering muffled roll A simple girl excels thy dream,
Through dim vast labyrinths of soul. As fruit its like in troubled stream.
There may be the essential Love, Then when some dark mood passes by,
In whom !)oth he and all must move. How sweet upon that breast to lie,
Or but a blind relentless arm, And feel the tremulous twilight swim
That moulds and breaks with equal calm. Of limpid eye sad love may brim !
A still small voice, than thought more clear. Some guileless maid may wait for thee,
Thought's echo he yet may hear
lost, : My brother, though thou canst not see !
" In faith of Love Supreme there can Yet even if thy life must droop
Alone be formed a perfect man." Ere ripening of thy fondest hope,
: !
TO A WATERLILY
XVIII
'Tis in thearms of Love thy fall Yet hark ! Hell's gathering legion-tramp !
Faith shakes her head serene at all And no crush of iron hoof
if
Her subtle sophist-questioners, Through heart and brain you feel, 'tis proof
And childlike " So it is " avers. Death's numbne.ss doth your spirit cramp !
dour !
Eyelash, O
on petal white
light
Of lid shed your delicate shading
soft !
TO A WATERLILY
Lid silken -fringed and only tinged
With vein's rathe violet faint pervading. O WATERLILY,
Rendering stilly
Lo ! now she lies with folded eyes.
Basking at rest in mine adoring
A meek confession.
;
Sweet indiscretion,
To prison the sense, so more intense,
In star-petals of heavenly white
She veils my glance's ardent pouring.
Rayed forth from hidden gold of thy delight
In watering flowers we stay the showers Candours revealing virgin gold of heart
Awhile, till these to roots be diving ;
That mellows linked snow of wings, apart
Behold ! she drinks my gaze that sinks Where lowly lips
Till each soul-fibre thrills new-living. Dim glory lips
While vestal-reverent they half inurn
Dear head, lie calm upon my arm.
The shrine where holily thy flame doth burn :
LEAVE GOD'S OWN RANKS Tremulous all thy lily tale we find,
DRAWN UP TO FIGHT" Pure tender tale thy soft white petals tell.
Glassed in their kindling bosom where it fell.
Faint airs inhume
Leave God's own ranks drawn up to fight, Thy frail perfume !
And strike a hand in proffered palm Over thy green leaves, each a filmy boat,
Of some fair foe to seek the calm, Rimmed with mild light of water where they
To lie with her in fields of light. float,
; ;!
Petals ray forth unruffled, pure from shame, Through -shining from the facing windows,
Inviolable thy virgin fame, looked
The soul of thee a heavenly flame, Like the old church's melancholy eyes.
Breathing stilly, But as I mused, with slow deep-booming tone
O waterlily I The clock tolled one, and the sound died away.
It seemed as though the old church gave
utterance
In that slow melancholy dying toll
We poring on you seem to gather wings. Crescent and full and waning, haunting pale
Even as with stress of slowly mantling tide My lichened mullions where the ivy stirs
A boat sways buoyant bedded yet in sand. And rustles in the night-breeze, and the owl
Your presence music-like doth round me With feather}' face and large white open eyes
flow. Sits hooting — with the clear-obscure of nights
Ye seem most like a silent blow Wherein the stars mount over me and go ?
Of angel- flowers that enwreathe; Beautiful ! but the beauty palls upon me,
Surely I feel your feathers breathe Ever the same, and I am very old :
Thrilling about me in their sweep, I care not though the swallows dart and wheel
Yea, lift me as clear waters deep About my steeple, feeding on the wing
When girdling round soft limbs their heave Their young exultant youth-wise in the air,
Lifts grazing feet from sandy weave, Which age, and fly thwart seas and rear their
Unaware while our chins we lave brood
Coolly upon some azure wave. Next summer, and forget their nurturing sires
So tender ravished may we float away I care not though the flowers about my feet,
Where zephyr-like with gentle lover's breath Over my graves, bud, open unaware,
Ye from brows hot with earth's anxiety Then loosening yield their petals to the grass,
May blow the hair and lure the burning out. And other youngling blossoms blush and blow
May soar inhaling deep nepenthe-draughts In the rich mould of parent-flowers' decay
From embroilments of a world of woe,
all Summer on summer while the silent clouds
;
May lose ourselves unbodied saturate Grow in the blue, change fleetly and are gone:
In palpitating mazes of the day ! I care not for their change and vanishing
Above a close-grown belt of beech and firs, For all such faces waning one by one ;
And the tall pointed windows of the tower, Many for disappointment and for doubt
With slant flat bars of wood that broke the Before the last, but all extinguished now,
Darkened, befouled, effaced in damps of There in the darkness, never hand seeks
death ;
hand.
Of this I wear)-, and for this make moan. There are no smiles — nor any weeping
For all they came as little infants here there.
Opening dazed eyes upon the wonder-world, Yet where, ah where, the sweet vows they
Brought of their parents to the christening have vowed ?
font Unheeding in the coffin lies the corpse.
And dedicated to the Father in Christ Where that ebullient love that brooked no
Came as blithe children chafing at long bounds,
prayers Mighty unconquerable like the dawn.
Came as paired lovers, with unutterable Chariot of fire that lifts a man toheaven !
Love in their eyes, and vowing faithfulness Where is it now ? Alas I only hear !
Till death before the crowd, but in their The ghostwind rushing moaning round my
hearts tower.
Vowing strong love for ever and for ever !
Strewing my worn stone winding-stairs with
And I was glad and pealed a merry peal sticks
Of laughter from my bells triumphantly And straws from jackdaw nests high up my
Up the blue sky, and the blue answered me spire.
With sunshine and with bird-song, and young There the great clock, my heart, beats awfully
maids With throb monotonous anon it seems :
Strewed flowers before the bride who wept The solemn heart of Fate or measured tread ;
To another bride all buoyant like the first Unheeding in the coffin lies the corpse.
With hope and trust and 'Tis all I know
joy, until he sank, and yet the children play. ;
With all the generations I have seen I hear their laughter on the sunny air.
Born, married, buried, over whom fair tombs For they know not, and woe is me, I know !
Are carven in marble down my solemn And so I weary of the slow sad years
aisles. Would they might cease, or I withdraw from
So they lie side by side, his wives and he, them.
With no heart-burnings : never lip seeks lip Sink to a ruinous heap and be no more !
; : ; "
Where each on each the children lean Soon one who views him thus alone
Some fingers pitiless unseen Consoling arms hath round him thrown.
Their twining hands apart would wean.
They look abroad to earth and sky, Each counts to find one curve of all
human forms are nigh
Till other Full answering his proper call.
;
Then each to one of these will fly. Yet echoing with sublimer fall.
So close they fold in alien arms, But in long years' close intercourse.
The farewell scarce their accent warms. Ignoble chance will blow perforce
They pass so rapt in alien charms ! Trim coverings from hidden sores.
; ! '
XXIX
And lo ! disgust — they meet so cold, So, when beneath some belfry-bell.s
Scarce their bewildered memories hold One musing hears the organ swells,
Remembrance of the straining fold ! A people's prayer the pauses fills.
XXXI
And boasts, '
'Tis wise and well to bow, Nay, if with doled power yet weak.
The past inevitable now ; Even lower things will heavenward break.
True beats my heart, though smooth my Shallwe whose conscious spirits seek
brow.'
XXII XXXII
Poor fool, it flatters thee to prate ;
With mightier stress a myriad-fold
In May the bird will find new mate : To burst the fretting dykes that hold
Disdain not thou thy kindred's fate." In parent ocean to be rolled,
XXIII XXXIII
And yet to me 'tis like disgrace Shall we alone all vainly strive
That one we think our soul's embrace Ourselves may more supremely live,
Should vanish thence and leave no trace. That nobler love in us may thrive ?
XXIV XXXIV
What then is human love ? Our best, Nay then, aver yon feeble rills
Our strong abiding power confest May wear their slow course down the hills.
Yet that seems mortal like the rest But when with these the torrent fills,
XXXV
Nay ! Time, we are not wholly thine ;
The torrent shall not surge away.
The blind-born man will not repine, Leap, whelming all the rocks with spray,
But he who once knew Summer-shine. To still its longing in the sea !
The brute more meek thy shackle wears "TO WHOM SHALL WE GO?"'
j\Ian chafes against the prison bars,
His pale face yearning to the stars ! . . . Prelude
For choked with surging wrath, disdain, Who sad forebode the statil" new chosen may
That Phantom strove to fashion plain Break when we lean full in way
the perilous !
On wings of humble hymns from care and Then unaware stalked awful facing me
fear The hoar World-Sorrow and blank mystery !
Soared by their side afar from mortal ken, Pushed strong the ponderous quilting hung
Such homely strains to chariots of fire before,
Changed by the breath of faith and strong And gained the sanctuary how the light :
They than yon bee's drone in his flowery A suave, a fragrant luminous blue air
flight Pervades and dims the solemn regions there
Have now scarce more of meaning unto thee, From calm aspiring of majestic pier
Save for a savour of sweet memory That turns and mingles with its neighbour
And reverence for human hearts that cry!) near
To gaze by some worn father's shadowy bed In flexile spandril lost in holy gloom
On boyhood's darling friend an hour dead. Of high clerestory and triforium,
To stand there with a mother blind for tears. To yon bowed sea of suppliants that flow
Nor breathe the hope that she when vision Expansive down long nave and aisle below
clears About grey arches fluent refluent,
Shall see so clear, yearning to tell her now Even to the jewelled high altar eminent
And help to melt from her some sorrow-snow, With golden chalice, triptych, crucifix.
Yetonly clasp her, for thou dost not know. . . . With spangled image and flamy candlesticks.
. . . May this be nought ... or very hope- Below stiff gold of vestment and brocade
less woe ? On clustered priest, fair acolytes arrayed
In lace and linen thuribles are swinging,
Whence curl soft indolent blue odours
Dark was the night : the great cathedral winging.
square And all their subtle breath doth permeate,
Lay desert, wind and rain swept everywhere, Fusing to one mild splendour all the state ;
Vacant of men the ancient terrace trees A constellation rich unto the core,
Gloomed sullen o'er where swollen the river Yet unobtruding all the radiant store,
flees Somnolent as of homage full secure.
Far down : between some phantom piers at Only when priests in murmuring bend low
hand The slumbrous glory wakes to flash and flow :
That bound the portico wherein I stand List from yon white throats of the boyish
Rain ever drips and beats with bounding flash choir
In stony pools hollowed of myriad plash, Sails music, seraph plumed with hallowed
Gleams in sick gleam from huddling dwellings fire,
Until behold the priest on marble stairs Filling all heaven now precipitate ;
Of the high altar in two hands upbears Flinging them crashing like some stroke of
The sacred elements, and prostrate all Fate
As by one breath from God we bow and fall, Full on the hoary venerable church ;
And suffering, who treadeth year by year Even as limber trees by tempest grieved :
The same slow wheel whose rungs are living Blindingly flashed a pallid-purple light.
fire, And smote each countenance to ghastly white,
Worm of a never-dying dumb desire, Bleaching all gold and silver, while the flame
From everlasting inextinguishable, Of lamp and altar-candle dwindle tame.
To everlasting a devouring hell, As though by Day surprised they paled for
"Tis here, 'tis here alone one may resolve shame !
To thunder-legions trampling far and wide Mean was the aspect of the place and drear;
—— — !
Large glazed square windows, yawning List now some dead sound of a massy blow,
chasms of black, And dull thud of a body fallen below
Slit either dismal wall, guarding the track Two stone steps on the street ! Oppression
Of either rigid passage through the pews, cold.
Tall varnished pens that swallow men and Some choking sense, of many a breath takes
bruise. hold;
At intervals lank poles of iron prop A feeble scream ; much smelling salts ; the
Green painted shelved broad galleries that door
drop, Has slammed and closed securely as before.
Teeming with sober-vestured folk and trim, Swallowing wrath, the preacher quietly
Smug, iron-grey, respectable and grim. Resumes: "Beloved, we might have been
Flat whitewashed is the ceiling, and depend as he ;
Burners that flare with flame from end to end: Is not grace special, sovereign, and free?"
While from a pulpit roomy prominent,
Thereto the chapel's place of honour lent. Problem of life how theologic wit
!
One in black raiment to a docile crowd Can feel all round, beneath, the roots of it,
With accents blandly confident and loud Dig up the mystery so cleanly laid
Expounds the riddle of the universe. In a glib formula as in a spade !
Complacent doth the seamless robe traverse And while I listened erst with night shut out.
Woven in logic-looms, unwrinkling dress Rain, wind and storm, and all the rabble rout
Warrant to fit a Titan's nakedness ; Of human things to-night familiar,
Shameless unwieldy Nature dons a vest, I could believe life's gordian tangles are
Smirks primly decent in a Sunday-best. A mere child's puzzle to the fingers deft
No venerable superstition here. Of faith, and needing nowise to be cleft.
But all inferred coherently and clear ;
But what if that unmentionable look
And we admired our teacher dexterous, Of vague grey horror which the Darkness
Shuffling his words, expert, ingenious. took
By yon cathedral in a lull of storm.
Yet unaware some door wide open flew. Confronting me, a ghastly-visaged form,
And a wet wind unmannerly rushed through, Should follow even when one turns to fly.
Sorely the staid folk discomposing, ruflling— Blighting the soul with search of deadly eye,
And lo within the yawning chasm a scuffling,
! Not skulking baffled there beyond the porch.
An uproar more unseemly, smote the ear. But staring livid into very church !
As if one pushed and fought to enter here. What if the monster coiled immense and far,
A grimed and ragged man with eyes to fear. Enwinding all yet spied by ne'er a star.
And wolfish lean lank famine-pinched face, Torpid, piled o'er with gloom, voluminous.
Obtrude his squalor on the holy place, All unaware slide noiselessup to us
And holy washed respectable smug folk ! Out of the slumbrous folds a hideous head,
Such monstrous portent may in sooth pro- Hooded, flat, slimy, eyed with baleful red !
Clad in gold lace, full-feeding, orthodox Even before the shock of ghastly fight
Since the low creature insolently braved 'Twixt famished sin and sleek full-feeding
His ban official, snatched the thing it craved right.
Such wrath, in sooth, well-founded may we Here on the threshold of the pauper's Brother,
think, On His the self-exiled from heaven, no other
If the mean wretch were choleric with Even before, while eloquent he spake.
drink ! Making all plain, the teacher, would awake
— ! — :
Peeping a moment in my soul the doubt Immerses their faint feet, filmy and dull.
If such sure axioms court the laying-out Remote and sad, like Death impenetrable !
Beside yon truths of gold by Reason won Wide leagues of stern brown barren region
P'rom their dark stubborn matrix one by one ? nigher
Now Conscience outraged round to Reason Mere cinders of an old world's dwindled
wheeled, fire;
Struck palm in hers, and her full triumph Cinereous ragged crags, ravines that wind
sealed : Amid their umber shadow silent, blind,
Once more I shuddering felt the pavement Nor thereout ever to the open find
lurch, Their way again but nearer than the brown
:
Once more abrupt I hurried from the Tract with wan sulphur tinct around is grown
church . . . Thin rusty wheat in patches, a hot breeze
O'erwhispers fitfully some olive-trees
;
Out into rain, and wind, and gloom again Stunted and cavernous shiver, wax pale
Behold ! a gaunt fierce woman did sustain To feel it passing, breathing a low wail.
Upon her lap the head of him who fell On either side the stony arid path.
There on the lower step, in staunching well Which on the left of one descending hath
The blood upon his forehead with her dress, A glen that one may descry
widens till
^Muttering thick curses on the righteousness Fruit trees fuU-foliaged, fig and mulberry,
Her graceless drunken paramour that smote. All in the twilight massed ambiguous
And lo ! their spurned, skeleton child remote Skirting the hill-side steep and devious.
Stood in its rags to jeer the parents old.
Scalding the hag more blasphemous to scold. While twilight deepens behold beneath I
Look by yon bleared gaslamp nigh at hand
! Far in the glen, nested as wreath in a
Night shameless disemboguing where I stand Of foliage, some village of rough stone
Her reeking ducts of human misery. With level roofs one special house upgrown
;
The place ! Yon hills that rear themselves And then the spot, the region where 1
afar, stood,
Only more solid ashen sky they are A very reflex of my desolate mood.
In circumfused grey vapours that involve, Seemed half-familiar— surely I should know
Yet cannot whole-absorbing them dissolve ; Did I not stand here not so long ago?
Their lifted crests, dim heads of skeleton, Itdawns, it breaks, familiar verily !
Over yon leaden lake, more pale that wan For this should be the path to Bethany I
— ! ; — :
!
!
Here may I list what He the Master saith, Name them by name, assure us where we are,
Here by the source primeval of our faith, Where lies our journey, to what goal afar.
Sweet desert spring bubbling among the Yea, tell us also, whisper in our ear
stones, Of Him whom deep in silence we revere !
Purer than after girdling human thrones ! Ever He lives we know from age to age,
Mover and moved in mortal pilgrimage
Nay but, I cried, we need thy presence now, Yet our wings fail us that would fain aspire
Thy kingly gaze, and thine imperial brow. 'Neath that blank face of our eternal Sire,
How many a long league onward have we Ever more baffling wistful human eyes
travelled. With each new lore man's mortal life supplies
In what a labyrinth of thorns enravelled Ever we learn He is not what He seemed ;
A world new-found of alien hopes and fears, Are we not also hungering to be told
Wellnigh forget the features of thy face, What Name would haunt thy burning lips if
Thy gait, thine accent, yearning to retrace Thou
Vainly thine image fading in our soul, Could come again to dwell among us now ?
That flickers, wavers, and evades control ?
We halt with knowledge all unboded then, Gentle and strong and faithful, just and
Fevered explorers, much-adventuring men, wise ;
Now on some hill foreseeing through a glass Such an one set among conhising cries
Far flowering futures where we hope to pass. And aims of ours — who with our own flesh
Now floundering in deadliest morass, fight.
Haunted with lurking flames of tiger-eyes, Each taking each for foeman in the night !
Probing dusk hearts of loneliest mysteries. Return, O Saviour, garbed as men use to-day
All guileless hearts must worship and obey ;
Full oft we hesitate opprest with doubt, Though worldly men yet harden into stone
Longing to fling our burdens, wearied out. Reviling souls more human than their own !
For ever from us, for the way is long, Keep us the while, O keep us sensitive
About our feet confounding shadows throng, To those who most reflect Thee while we live
Neither discern we plainly any more Who cower as one might in a prison flung
To what far goal we tend, nor off what shore Stunned of harsh wrangling in a stranger
Erewhile we drifted, or at whose command, tongue.
Or if before us lieth any land. Yet roused to rapture if some casement swing
Lost, wildered, orphaned in this new-found Opening a way to airs of odorous wing.
world. Airs, happy elfins wandering at will
What relish in its glories morn-impearled O'er sunny meadows taking all their fill
Of fruit and blade and flower about us tost. Of flowery pleasance ; from far fields they
To us who had a Father, and have lost come
We had a leader once, and he is gone. Dewing dim eyes with memories of home
Do we not stand in bitter need of one ? —Though worldlings turn a dull impassive
Arise, be gracious unto this our day face
Once more desert Thy heavens and point the O'er such sweet glimpses of a heavenlier
way ! place.
— ! —
"TO WHOM SHALL WE GO?^' 93
Yea one might court the lightning of His Have strewn and burdened with such hopes
glance and fears
In deep hidden chambers where no counte- Meek little-heeding earth, with human tears
nance Made humid these dumb stones as I have
Of human foe nor human friend hath pried ;
done,
Though He would know us, know us far Since Thou, O Master, camest here alone
and wide, Weeping divinest woes were ever known !
Scorning nor rose nor livid poison flowers Mary and Martha long their village sweet
Nature prolific on her children showers ! Forgets, and where, ah ! where. Thy sacred
And ah ! how oft when none are bywe groan, feet ?
O for one person mingling with our own Would they come
back, come only for an
!
Never, howe'er they strain, with hearts may Of one approaching as I halted there.
touch ? Near and more near some calm firm foot-
From shy warm wistful touches shrinking cold And while I listened strangely all my frame
Like common friends when heart yearns forth Grew tense with expectation, tingling through
to heart. With some blest awe of wonder, while in view
Longing to tear all sundering swathes apart That pilgrim rose upon the winding path.
One warm hour wanton to men's longing And paused five paces from me where it hath
lends An olive leaning over ; yet the night
Semblance of pale life and as wanton ends Would suffer none to read the features
;
right.
Might He not bless this ailing age with As natives of the land are wont to use
health I only fell my spirit could not choose
Languishing faint with surfeit of her wealth, ]5ut know, and spring to meet Him, as the
Toiling to hoard and of repletion dying, lark,
Her vital juice unfunctioned for supplying Of Dawn soft wakened, from the dewy dark
" — —— :
94 PAN
Inevitably springs into her breast ! As I fell forward, plucking empty air . . .
I could but falter to His knees for rest, . . . Howbeit some kind accents found me
Bury my face and lose all hold of thought, there
With such absorbing of wonder fraught
bliss " Christ is arisen ; seek not the living here !
His presence ! feeling flooded all my soul, I will not leave you, I will come to you.
And from mine eyes sweet warm weeping He "
in that will do the will of God shall know !
stole.
When far and faint upon the hill there stirred Might thrill with joy of thy communion
A night air melancholy washing through One childlife only knowing thee from far !
The ghastly shiver and the drunken reel Simple the bird-bliss, but the human flushed
Of earth alas! I well must recognise ! With solemn lights from two immensities
At which to frenzy stung my spirit cries Of Past and Future, from the battle-field
And though He seems to melt from out my Where joy was wrested a rich spoil from pain,
grasp, From vistas of the eagle-visioned soul
My death-dewed hands with fierce despairing That widen aye to far infinity,
clasp Whence comes the sisters Joy and Sorrow
And clutch his skirt
— "Ah ! perish all save meet
Thee," Oft by the same mysterious fount of tears.
Broke forth my soul, " but Jesus ! stay with
me : Ah ! must the bird-bliss, full irradiate
Thee, Thee to hold though all the worlds be As any dewdrop morn,
thrilling in the
gone ! Waver, exhale like dew, or like a seed
And yet my forehead smote the senseless stone Orbed fair before it moulders in the dark
— ; — —
PAN 95
Wait only till the formless germ shall flower, Come then lift high the choral hymn of
. . .
All mortal happiness a reflex faint Whose Form is the all-glorious Universe,
From hidden rainbow far transcending ours. . . In ever-shifting accent, symbol, word,
Reverent, loving, wondering, with awe,
Last culminating unaware decline Humbly elate that in us for awhile
Must we toward the drear aphelion, He deigns to lighten into consciousness.
Once more expansive? hath the Universe That in the Son of Man Love full-beheld
Infinite systems, each one with his own His face, and lo it was the face of God.
!
Heroes and seers unto whom we yearn Pass ever in slow travail up to man,
O'er yon far sundering ocean of wan years ? Have I not loved you, conscious brotherhood,
Renewing ever an immortal youth Ah ! how much more than cold unlovely men
Straitened, amazed, and weary in the rush Dead callous all to man's prerogative.
Unresting of the Universal Life, Shut in some frigid blank fool's privilege
Sloughing old personality, anon Of state or wealth and trampling fellow fools !
Among the living with a more or less. These have I loved not rather mellow birds ;
But ever foster-children of the time ? Upon the bough and sheeny creeping things
Among green grass, red stjuirrels in the
Yet unaware we light upon a stray beech,
So lonely, weird, unfellowed among men. Such have I loved, some faithful-hearted
Or hath he slept some strange enchanted sleep These but the earliest grey gleam of Love
— ; — — —
96 PAN
Dawning in light, air, water, rock or stone, Into your trough of earlier lowlihead,
And in faint fringes of organic life Pass to some innocent elfin of sleek fur,
Already blossoming through rainbow -rise His nest the ripe wheat and his wine the dew 1
O passionate desiring and despair ! For is not flesh the shadow of the soul,
Say shall ye lapse anon to whence ye came, Her younger sister, both alike Divine ?
Subside once more into the lovelier life Yea verily ! for when I love a friend
Of aimless airs unfettered and serene, How may I sunder body from the soul ?
Of buoyant seas that sparkle under them, Few win my love, but they who win it
IN MEMORIAM THACKERAY 97
Are surely worthy reverence like flowers, This morn while roving o'er the wonted
Or culminating heart and soul.
like the page
Only to each one yield his very own : How many an eye arrested on it grew
Yield to young sense his toy of fantasy, Terribly fascinate, and breaths were held
And never frown until he glides to steal A moment for dismay to read the words
The royal sceptre from Intelligence, Messengers of calamity to all !
Or crown of light from spiritual Love. How little looked for scaring us there stands
Nor dare to maim lives infinite Divine This morning early haunting every hearth
Seeking to graft one pale monotonous flower ;
The pale and mournful phantom of thy
For is not Being thirsting to exhaust loss !
His all exhaustless capability ? Never again the noble rugged head
Evil mere vantage-ground for an advance, And silver locks my privilege to see . , .
Whence we have flown, she lisps our language Great satirist who with unquailing front
low, Dealt stern tremendous blows on laurelled
A sweet child-mimic, she is very fair. lies
Hiding coy secrets from her lovers all And baseness panoplied in golden mail
Who will abide and listen at her heart Imperial-purpled, swarmed about with slaves!
Yea she will sorrow with your sorrow, sing, These named him "cynic " that with ruthless
Dance, leap for gladness if your mood be hand
gay, From them, stage-kings who thought to pass
Flout ne'er nor lightly fling away your love, for true.
Or lure to whelm in labyrinths of woe. He tore false trapping, stripped each puny
Her gentle breath, her breath is very sweet, thing,
Breath of lush vegetation in the dew And mocked mere blatant mouthing of a
Of a warm summer evening heavy faint mime !
With slumbrous prodigal unbosoming But manhood brave and kindly and sincere,
Of secret odours, delicate and shy !
And tender womanhood a meek sweet flower,
If quiet lying heart to heart with her He drew from 'neath the trampling feet of
Lost in the tranquil limpid of her eyes, these,
To soothe one worn with conflict and with Opening oft a healthful mellow laugh
pain, Of laughter for the innocent and young !
And airs low tinkling tiny twinkling bells, Must he leave void his wonted place with us ?
Will she not whisper of a lovelier life, Weep ! —not unmindful of the birth of Love !
ON THE MOUNTAIN
Yea if I knew yon music in the glooming
ON THE MOUNTAIN Of future years
Were surely welcome of sweet souls illuming
Linger a moment, for a moment only, With light of tears
Here on the height My feet confused, with grateful tears my
Ere our sad feet must feel yon shadows feet;
lonely Yea if I knew,
Sinking to night. Still would I trammel all thy steps too fleet,
And leave the brow : What though for me may mellow sustenance
Region of glamour at the last made mine ! Of fruits hang low,
Where are they now ? Crimson or golden in the way's advance.
I view them, I behold them, winding low : Amber may flow,
Here it is day. Autumn may smoulder ripe and gorgeous
And along the mountain from below
all ; In clouds and leaves ;
Too well I know ! Nay I repine not since upon the air.
Yet smooth and rugged, beautiful and foul. Even while I go.
Look fair from here. Clear floats a treble of young children fair
GARIBALDI: AN ODE 99
Hurrah !
Methinks we've seen such gods before, Shout ! a king of men is here !
And bursts at every window free ! Our baubles, crowns and titles, gold.
Kerchiefs of women, banners wave, Seem to the man of such a mould
As this king's mission were to save As the wild Indian's glory does.
Not kill so run their mottoes brave
; ! The war-paint and the scalp, to us :
Our England ! Nay, behold the man. Not you who, if the incarnate God
Yon lionlike Italian, Came now, would fix with sapient nod
Whose calm pure smile our welcomes fan Your microscopic intellect,
And mince, " A pimple we detect ;
More like the kings in yonder bliss The rush would make them hindward trail I
; — : —— ——
GARIBALDI: AN ODE
Through desert courts the jackal bays. Thy goats i' the wild thyme browsing chew ;
The moon o'er unknown symbol strays Thy thoughts go wandering dreamily
So now the people new power essays. Round all the strange sad past and nigh
Yon lowland cursed where faint from day
Thy noble Anita sank for aye :
Shout a king of men Yet there unborn great souls shall pray !
! is here !
Hurrah !
His mouth as in her lap he slept, A course of molted gold doth quiver
But crave for light and air hath crept 'Neath Westminster's vast-moulded arch,
About his smothered lethargy While o'er it moves thy triumph march.
;
Hurrah !
Our hearts with those who strain to climb ;
Turned not in vain wild eyes to thee Hail ! the new world's exuberant prime !
PALMYRA
With all oppression on the fevered frame,
PALMYRA All thirst and hunger : I could deem me
borne
Listless and weary silently we crouch Out of myself, and mingled with the world !
Under the sun's intolerable face, Why do I weep? we wander in and out
For ever forward heaving dreamily, Fair lucent springing arches cored with fire,
Each on his camel with a noiseless foot, By many a votive column, over fret
Swift, sure, and silent like the feet of Time, Fantastic fine of broken tracery.
And nose protruding level on the air : Loves, fruit, and flowers glowing underfoot.
Our and flowing-vested guards
brilliant-hued A silvery serpent-coil is in the eyes
Drowsily bowing to the camel -stride. Of yon stone fragment of a hero's head !
Our shadows blotted sharp upon the sand. Sealike about me sets the wilderness
And ne'er a sound but in the barrel slung, To realms untravelled ; saving where we
A gurgling as of wells among the palms ! came
For there the mountains purple rich with eve,
Anon the imperial tyrant unaware
While many a pillar sunders them with gold,
Declines from empire of the blinding skies. A mouldering castle of the Saracens
Some tall mysterious tomb-towers that seemed Crowning them, dark athwart the heavenly
To mock us with the promise of their shade fire.
Through the long day now stand upon their
heights Anon among the ruins calls the wind
Ghostlike and near, until as in a dream Whirling the desert in wild revelry,
We pass the portals of them, and we solve Crumbled beneath fierce suns of centuries
That ashen-grey enigma of the hills. To sand, and sifted of the searching blast.
Then bursts upon our breathless souls a sight Mounding it pale about the ways and walls
Such as they say shall opening overwhelm Where once Zenobia, queen of all the East,
The waking vision of the sons of God, Flushed and elate with empire and with youth
Emergent from the pilgrimage of life. Drove in her chariot, girt with flaming swords
And dark adoring faces of her lovers.
Behold amid the illimitable waste
! Flashing another morning from her eyes,
Abides a city glorious with gold Borne as on wings of music royally I
Of arch triumphal, leaguelong colonnade, How long before she looked from yonder
Palace and fane with pediment and frieze, height
While dominating, mighty like a mountain, Her mournful last upon the shattered glory
Mounts from their midst the Temple of the Of her sweet kingdom with a clouded eye,
Sun, Or proudly turned, a captive yet a queen,
Eternal based upon stupendous blocks Away for ever with Aurelian ?
Poised there by genii, slaves of Solomon. Now the fair city is a skeleton
See yonder, palms —ah ! grateful gush of Whose shell but serves to tcssellate blue air.
green, Now fair ways once resonant with life,
the
And cool mild flash of water soothing eyes Vibrant with pulses of world-history,
Cowering from such severity of light Feel only stealthy feet of the lean wolf
(Jr prowling fox save where our Bedawy
;
Ere full the vision enraptured we behold, Rush galloping with wild barbaric yell
Lo ! we are sweeping swiftly to the plain Poising the ijuivered lance in mimic charge,
Nigh the enchanted city. Do I wake, Wheeling and spurning dust, mayhap of men
Or weave some glowing fabric in a dream ? To cloud about them— spirits of the blast
I only know the weariness hatii passed, Incarnate winds as lawless and as wild !
!
PALMYRA
Dim limbless Chaos here with Anarchy For us, dear friend with whom I wandered
And Desolation holds high carnival, there.
Welters carousing, laughing loud and long For us the lovely ruin had a voice,
In maniac triumph of reconquering A human message after then we ranged
:
His ancient lair where once the God of life Apart, afar our feeling and our thought
;
Brooded to quicken formless elements Have known a change still you may call to
;
Dread celebration of your victory ! Under the open wakeful very long,
And your eternal birthday, in the place So strange and so entrancing all the night I
Where ye abode before King Solomon, Ah soon, how soon, we surely shall decline,
I
And darkling played about the feet of God ! Fade to the indistinguishable whole.
Where ye abide now after the brief hour But when the moon shall silver soft our sleep.
That shone with human empire, now the worm Still fair Palmyra beautiful in death
Hath fouled sweet tresses of the queen of men. Shall thrill with her weird silence like a
And loathly things have littered in her breast spirit
In your grand triumph, awful yet sublime, Souls yet unborn to wistful questioning ;
I bear a part, exulting deep with you. They too like fearful children shall implore
Albeit I weep, remembering what we are ! And call, nor ever they, nor any one.
And yet I know these lives of ours not lost, Shall hear an answer floating firom the void I
Waiting benumbed in snow for scanty food Bowed with the awful burden, meekly giving
Through that long winter siege unmurmuring, Their own, their very little children's living
Wearj'ing away with want one little thing ; For France's honour, for the Country's Cause.
'Neath Mont-Parnasse from hunger, and None but these nobler victims the red jaws
another Of Order, that great goddess whom the world
Cold clinging to the worn skirt of a mother, And this great city Paris worshippeth,
Shrinking so close from Death, who tears Greedily yawn to swallow these are hurled ;
Arm in arm with the World, her old ally, A social outcast none have sought to tame.
See how the Church creeps forth to see them Who hath an old inheritance his shame. —
die! Then at the base of narrow stairs arriving,
Emaciated here may she renew I raisedmy voice to ask if one were living
Her sleek youth in a fresh Bartholomew. Here, a poor ailing woman whom I sought
She, while she sips warm blood from her full Whereupon some sharp man's voice made retort
chalice, Through a bleared twilight: "Well, she's
Points with a supernatural smile of malice dying here."
Where feudal Bismarck and his master wait Oppressive weighed the reeking atmosphere,
To thrust yon fugitives upon their fate ; And though the summer sun shone out above,
Back to the flames that hurtle all abroad, I for a time peered vainly while I strove
Back on the point of an insatiate sword Aught to distinguish in the squalid gloom
:
She lifts to heaven her cruel falsetto voice Yet pushing some black door I found the
;
Priests, women, soldiers, children, all afire Whose broken panes the grime of years defiles
;
Paris around them roars a foneral pyre, Never it feels pure air, nor how God smiles
Screaming, blaspheming are the corpses In heaven the haggard eye of this dim den,
; ;
Ever a gory growth, a venomous thing, A weird small shadow of the man himself,
Now named Mob-rule, now Slavery to a King. Creeps to the father's side, and takes the toy
He has been fingering ah favoured boy,
: !
Where wealthy folk inhabit half the year. And rose as though he heard me not ; for
One at an ale-house lounging reeled low- numb
browed, He was with long monotonous sorrow,
surely
Whose face no fine humanities avowed, That knows no hope of any fair to-morrow.
— : : "
Her Sudra vault from our palatial Blue? Whose was the wand of trust that may not err,
She lies upon some rags upheaped and coarse Was heaven's window : yea, the "home" so
(Her very bed they lately pawned perforce) : drear,
She lies as though unbreathing, still as stone, With these crushed lives, looked only not so
Save when at intervals she makes low moan. clear
"What ails her?" to the neighbour soft I said : CrystallineGod Himself hath troubled so,
" She will not ail long she will soon be dead,"
; For ends adorable she may not know.
The other whispered " she is very ill ; But ah the pain, her weakness, the confusion
!
Tis marvel what the man can earn may still Born of her weakness, wrought in fell collu-
Keep her alive ; her ailing state required sion
She should be nourished well, nor overtired, With woe of these her kindred to conceal
The doctor told her why, she used to stitch
: Often those gleams unearthly that reveal
From dawn to night you see it is the rich
: God dwells with her in very visible glory.
Who can take rest with ample food, not we. Her soul a holier shrine than all cathedrals
If ever one were staf-ved, sir, it is she. hoary !
Three elder ones are helping the pale sire About her all her fainting family strive
—
At his life-drudgery the fourth admire ! With bony fingers tightening their hold ;
It clings, an infant, to the neighbour's dress. While near them lords and ladies drain the
Blooming and hale : the Harpy of Distress gold
Hesitates to pollute so pure a child. That sparkles with exhilarating pleasure,
Once, when the mother looked that way, she Fair, in fine raiment, wantoning at leisure.
smiled To starve in London on tlie stones where !
Because she gave it what sustained her breath ? Surely this infant healthful for an hour,'
Surely the pining, pale geranium flower.
This, and the craftsman's tiny glow of fire, The puny glow that will anon expire,
And one poor flower, help one to respire. Are but as little children's hands that tire
Sustain the heart's-breath in this woful air In piteous attempt to move some rock
Of hopeless human suffering a fair : That hath erased a household in the shock,
— : :; : ;
Hurled it from icy palaces of Morning What God hath bidden you shout to them
!
So these can move not the dull Fate that rests that weep,
Like tons of stone upon crushed human " God is a fable, death an endless sleep ;
Who lately seemed to radiate despair Solve, by denying, all the mystery ?
And darkness in the melancholy room, Yourselves will help yourselves: alas! we fall.
Breaks forth a glory softening the doom, Where is our help if human help be all ?
Tinging this horrible embroilment even
With iridescent loveliness from heaven. And these were happy they loved one :
A ray reveals the Father on His throne Do ye not note them yonder at the pane
The oppressor trampling on His poor may Mopping and mowing, spectres foul yet dim
still In subtle blue miasma mists that swim.
Shout, "Who shall stay me when I work There at the dingy pane, with dull dead eyes,
my will?" Faces wormfretted, lank, with livid dyes,
A voice peals through the echoing worlds And loathly trunk slow revelling in slime
"I will!" Under the window^brood of folly and crime !
there !
Nourishes, of a spiritual air. Love culled a leaf from off a happier earth.
Given to sustain a spirit leafing there. A boy and girl beside a cool-toned brook
Hold ere ye quench a wavering hope that can Bathe their feet laughing, bending oft to look,
Save from despair a miserable man ! Through delicate glumes of grasses and some
Foes of old superstition Do ye know
! sedge
That God will never right the wrongs of woe That grows with willowherb upon the edge,
: : " ! —— ;
\Miere ruffled cresses with the sHding stream "This glorious old edifice of State,
Flow along fresh below the watery gleam. Though finding-fault, black, croaking birds
Near stoops a hollow trunk wherein they may
prate
played Around it "
—
(did the parson mean the rooks.
At being men and women — unafraid ! Rebels, or heretics, or naughty books ?)
Singing birds in the leaves are not more glad " Is founded on the broad backs of the people;
Than these two rustic children poorly clad, Our middle-class the buttressed wall ; the
Glowing with health, from some fair cottage steeple,
nigh. Or dome, our king and old nobility ;
The russet girl is beautiful, her eye The Church, yon golden cross that meets the
More blue than any fleeting butterfly. sky !
Can it be he, the merry little boy? He should have travelled lower than the
And that his sister in her innocent joy ? stones.
Even to the charnel-vault of dead men's
She grew a maiden, very fair, but frail bones
—
Some rich man wronged her now what Your grand colossal edifice to-day
sounds assail Rests on a yawning darkness and decay
—
A waking ear ? a woman trolls a hoarse Beware for it is ready to vanish away !
!
Loose ditty her young lineaments are coarse Yea, is it founded on the people's backs ?
:
With harlot hues she reels from yonder door Behold how as ye walk the sanguine tracks
; !
Flaring with harsh light out into the pour Ye leave are slipper}^ with human gore,
On slimy pavements : how the gaudy dress The life, the health, the souls of men your
Clings to her slender, fevered feebleness !
floor.
She and her brother have been severed long ; Glance not below; yield to the organ's pealing;
And so she passes with her ghastly song Explore the lonely grandeurs of the ceiling !
Casual farers with indifferent feet Dominant o'er us glares the cross of gold,
And when the craftsman goes to breathe And haughty hierarchies manifold
awhile Brandish the symbol for a flaming sword,
Upon the stair, he sees the cheery smile, Kneel to the cross, and crucify the Lord !
Hears happy snatches of a careless talk Friend of the lowly, fainting on the wood.
From comfortable strangers in their walk. . . . Behold thy poor upon a golden rood !
" One's heart aches even to dream such To keep him comfortable as he grew.
poverty !
What might have moved the vulgar to dis-
(It jarred her nervous sensibility.) traction
" And yet, as Mister Glozeman said in church, Moved him to limp distaste or satisfaction.
To make the vessel of the State tc lurch, He viewed with very philosophic calm
To shake our ancient Order is the worst All human ills that did himself no harm. —
Crime : it deserves the torture, 'tis accurst But he had taken honours at his college,
Of God and man —he meant the Communist And deemed himself a microcosm of know-
Canaille in Paris." Then the dandy hissed ledge.
With panic fury, " Shoot the draff by millions! Outside he looked a thicket of stiff bristles ;
So may our scum here learn to make re- Inside he looked a jungle of prickly thistles.
bellions !
Which, though from them no figs for men be
To clear some stray defilement from her dress, reared.
Bending she slightly on his arm may press Seem dainties to the stubborn race long-eared-
Then, as if breeding were a little at fault A sort of sour old maid the man was born
In that last ardour of her friend's assault He could secrete but weak incontinent scorn
Even on hereditary foes, the mob. Sterile to foster, organise, produce
On swarms unclean, who sweat and starve Aught but sophistic pleas for some abuse.
and rob, Moreover, one might notice with surprise
She waved aside the subject she had lent The sort of things that made his gorge to rise
Her glance in passing, drawling as she went, Always the wrong thing — for his heart would
"They say the poor are so improvident !
bleed
Half absently she spoke, to weightier themes If generous enterprise or kindly deed
—
Turning anon to cunning, lordly schemes Not failed, but seemed in danger of succeeding.
For stifling noxious popular low measures This turned him yellow, set his heart ableed-
:
—
They babbled Hurlingham the ducal ball — So may base cruelty arouse the rage
Of a monstrous nobleman turned Radical, In vulgar bosoms yet methinks a sage
:
Listens in shadowy poison of the stair, Should one survive his yearning to dissolve.
Listens, a hunted beast within his lair. Become respectable, accomplished thing,
. . .
Or leant against the house-wall while they He must have had a sister or a mother.
talked. And yet insults, asperses every other.
; ; ; ;: ;
With ponderous platitude his smart review From it sleek priests distil the pulpit unction :
Lumbers along when it proclaims the true While clever Barnums, cleverer and stronger
Plethoric gospel of the well-to-do. Than all old heroes, needing faith no longer,
Man oi 2l petite adtui-e, whose college culture Reduce our gods to dolls wherewith a show-
Is but a whited sepulchre sepulture man
Of living manhood — his in sooth was small Hoodwinks the rabble, and the babes and
Only a castrate creature's after all. women.
the old creed is a propriety.
Still
His elder comrade, green as a vegetable,
An heirloom, a respectability ;
Livesmuch as did the dogs in sacred fable
One can conceive it true be civil to ; it
He picks up crumbs from off a rich man's
Were you you might come to rue it.
uncivil
table.
So at a possible future judgment you
With he courts the upper ten for dinners,
tact
May tell the Lord, you said it might be true
No and bourgeois sinners.
friend of publicans
:
(A piece of luck for Christianity), Yet try to prove him right about your breed,
These men their Kgis of sublime protection Dear fellow-Christians who live as though
!
Spread over Jesus and the Resurrection. Not even now you'd struggled from below.
' ; ' —— ——
THE RED FLAG
For beasts of prey with all their savage strife He would remove the squalor and distress.
Are still the cherished models of your life. Nay, makes a virtue of his feebleness
Ye war with all your fellows for existence, Removing makes it more instead of less.
And when you've thrown them, still with Let us with one vain luxury dispense,
fierce insistence, The luxury of our benevolence.
Grind them beneath you, crush them all to We feel a fatuous longing to relieve
death, The culpable incapables who grieve :
That you may breathe a more luxurious breath. (They're either drunk or stupid, all the cant
Hail weaponed man of grand expanding Can't alter facts, else why are they in want?)
!
Our mother earth with fratricidal blood You'll find (see Mill) 'tis only selfish pleasure
!
Tigers but raven hungry for their food This lachrymose desire to benefit
;
But thou, to fling one shining bauble more Other men aims at, selfish every bit
In coffers bursting with thy gold before, We virtuous men must learn to bridle it."
Starvest the babes and women at thy door " It must have cost you many a prayerful !
tear"
How
these two friends congenial conversed (His waggish friend interpolated here)
Here, as the listener heard it, is rehearsed. "Arriving at this holy consummation.
As from his slightly varied point of view Last economic test of one's salvation :
It might have sounded to the speakers too. You from a child have striven early and late
"Shopkeeping England trades without ob- With this sad sign of the unregenerate.
struction ;
This corrupt passion more in you than others
Early and late we're toiling at production. Blighted sweet innocence for when your ;
Gravity's one law ; this another ; profit Did she brand generosity with shame ?
Can never bear a farthing taken off it. She punished what she termed our selfish- '
Our pet Political Economy ! With her old-world ideas she could not guess.
Men start not fairone weighted from the first
; Poor thing our last discovery in mind.
!
Must live and die, as he was born, accurst. That it is very selfish to be kind.
Yet who in social questions may go deeper We patronise, she lived, her Christianity
Than he that asked, ' Am I my brother's Such saintship is a pestilent insanity ;
" How frail is human nature ! how will Peri.sh thepauper, and the general fool !
Confuse a fool's heart in a crowded city ! For he, by Heaven's especial favour, can
— ; : —— ! ! ; " ; " ; "
; :
Lodge duller rivals in foul dens like these, " A man must grab whatever he can get
And feed them with rank garbage if he please. We human creatures are not angels yet.
Mercy is an exploded superstition Vou must not stab, nor strangle, a poor
Men are but brutes in bloodier competition. neighbour
why you would lose his labour. For, if you did,
" The State what call has that to interfere ? No take advantage of his cramped position
! ;
Are we not free-born Britons living here ? To mangle him with your cruellest condition.
If these like not their scrofulous dens, you Rob soul and body by superior wit
know. And fortune ; ignorant hunger will submit.
They're free to change their quarters ; let Ifhe should gash you, that were ugly murder :
Hatred and Hell are finer things than Love ! " True," says the other, "yet it seems to me
The State forbids that paupers should be slain Manacled blacks, thrust huddled in the hold
With knives and guns ; but as for stench and Of a rotten slaveship, might as well be told
drain, To bargain with the master of the slaver
And putrefying styes they build so small, They're slaves for all your plausible palaver
!
'Tis suicide to breathe in them at all, " Nay, in free England every man may rise
—
Breath turns to poison that's another thing To be Prime Minister before he dies !
See Malthus on prolific littering ! Quoth the bon-vivant with a playful nudge,
—
Children are luxuries let these dispense " Blifil, for next week's copy keep that
—
With offspring we ourselves to save expense fudge !
Gaze on your moaning babe about to die. Listens in shadowy poison of the stair,
Listens, a wounded beast within his lair, . . .
Resumed the Gigadibs, who seemed offended, Stony-eyed monsters feed on human breath :
Vessel, and wharf, and every striding arch It was yourself who nursed the need for it.
Glows in the fire- fiend's victorious march. Yea, you may shoot them you may drown ;
They have wrung from others wrangling fierce Yet know that these from every vengeful doom
and hoarse. Arise more terrible their ghosts assume !
Ah turn away
! with what a hideous force
! More formidable forms, and multiply
They soil our beautiful, both body and soul Ah the red sea returns to whelm you horribly !
Famished beasts bursting loose from our Merciless mow them form the Holy Alliance, !
Their sin we strangle with our stronger sin. i Yea, in the name of Christ, the poor man's God,
England must join the anarchic devil's dance. Stamp down his carcass in the bloody
That wilders and exhausts delirious France ! I
sod ! . . .
blame ! i
. . . Then I cried, "Lord, how long?
tlistory seeks your insignificant name i
what hope is ours ?
To pillory with everlasting shame Then dawned a twilit winter morn of showers.
Who declared war ? The man who dared to I heard not the artillery's loud roar.
teach Nor plunge of shrieking shells, nor any more
That men are natural enemies each to each ; Horrible human screams of civil war.
Set in uncompromising battle array My soul had but foreboded the fell riot
Labour and wealth the fruit you eat to-day : In the foul alley reigned unbroken quiet.
Glares very crimson, scribbling Galifet Even three figures made their way
as erst :
What ! shall Wealth kneel upon the fainting To where unhappy starving woman lay
the :
He who hath goaded overdriven labour, He seeks admittance, he will enter in.
A peaceful tyrant, the Red Flag unfurled : The other is a woman past her prime,
He stands accurst of God, and of the world ! Still beautiful, although the wintry rime
!
: ; : ; ! !
One feels the Christ arisen when they touch. Of the lea,
Do they not bear a living love to her. Fading far, a harmony
And him who darkens by the sufferer ? Of leaf and flower, of innocent glee,
I turned for in mine ears one spake with
;
Of turtle-coloured cloud and stream,
pity,
And tender tones and loving dream,
"If there be ten there, I will spare the And April gleam
city." . . .
Lower all his leafy form Dearer to your soul the delicate
Stirs upon a mild grey sto/m, Blush of May,
;; "
!! ! — ; : ; :!
;!
Fringing the river, lo my musing eyes. ! While Winter lowers.may she laugh and leap.
With mild swift force made captive as they Whose breath of snow
pass, She shrinking feels? to me it seems the Spring,
Gladden, as when with sense of sweet O darling sister on thy bed of pain !
Of fleeting glow, So, darling, come ! the year but waits for thee
Athwart her stem ; another willow nigh Dislustred else the sunniest Spring for me
Springs foliaged fountainlike and falls on high, Our Springs were wont to gather confidence,
Evanishing in drifts of spray, Sounding thine eyes for sweet serenity
Green exhalation thinned away, Skies, leavesand flowers, still wait to draw
While faint airs blow. it hence
Some pensile leaves play wanton with the Linger not now !
river,
And graze each mantling ripple as it slides Kew, 1870.
: ; ;; !
Bronzy harvestmen sustain One large, one small white stone, two grassy
Thwart one another golden sheaves, waves.
Whose luxuriant honours all, One longer for a woman grey, and one
Marrying, seem tawny toil Small for a child who used to love the sun.
Of a foaming water- wall.
When wave meets baffled wave's recoil. Nigh unto these a silent multitude
Nigh to one of these a child In sombre mourning garb hath gathered now,
In a little cart is laid. One human cloud on earth's rejoicing mood.
Sleeping in the air so mild, About an open grave with shadowed brow ;
Where a linden with sweet shade Many a cottager to see the end
Softens all the radiance. Of one who was a master and a friend
Within the reaping father's glance.
Through a long life a just and righteous
man,
Garner in the golden grain ! A tender, human-hearted Puritan ;
All, aglow upon the hill, With his own hands assuaging every need,
Unforeboding will remain, On his own faith inviting each to feed.
Till the sickle gleams, until All we around him wore a seemly woe ;
All shall placidly resign But one upon her heart received the blow
Pleasant homely life afield, And as she bent above her mother's tomb,
Where the youngling flowers twine. The while her sire we gathered to the gloom.
Only now we saw them yield. Now winter laid a hand upon her hair.
Lithe and blithe, and green when wind Full many a weeping peasant standing there
Ruffled them to silky waves, Averred that he, beholding her to-day.
Playing merrily : so we find Seemed to behold her mother passed away.
Aged pilgrims near the graves,
Mellow and wise, and loving, wait All this fair scene men called his property
Swift inevitable fate Say will it veil its loveliness awhile
We weep who them they are still.
lose ; From all the world because the Master's eye
While One bears them where He will. No more may answer any sunny smile ?
—
!! ! ; ; ;
When we returned within the house we knew, And since he joined their solemn, leaguering
How strange to find all things familiar hosts,
Unmoved without him, which the while we We lie down wakeful, waiting a surprise
grew Life sounds all hollow, mined with mysteries,
In earlier years, like rays around a star, Ready to crumble baseless into smoke,
Had ne'er a being sundered from his own To vanish in the moment of a look.
Now grim-ranged armour, portraits glower-
ing down, Is all then over ? is he only dust ?
Mellow ancestral figures from the past. Can it be, in the face of such a trust ?
Dumb presences, with blurred humanities He knew, yea, toiled that all around should
too rife, know,
Lavished in laughter and in tears, The life of saints hath birth but when they go.
With hopes and fears, And in this faith dark, long-delaying death
On bitter, restless rolling of the years But now he away his breath.
greeted, giving
Ah did he waken even when he died
!
Here every great and every trivial thing Upon the bosom of the Crucified ?
Bore impress of his anxious ordering : When hymns one sang him waned uponhisear,
Now we may change it all, nor ever dread Did angel hallelujahs peal more clear ?
Remonstrance from the venerable dead. Ah did he pass from trust that seemeth dull,
!
Even if the ancestral place he loved so well Beside the consummation beautiful ?
Into cold alien hands the heir should sell, Or did the vision fade for ever away
He would not turn unrestful where he lies, When his poor pale lips might no longer pray ?
Rapt from our world and our fatuities When sick at heart I kneeling with the crowd
Yea, if the chapel where for many a year Heard him pour forth his fervent soul aloud
His heart was lavished from this hour should Nightly to God, as though he saw the Lord,
hear Yea, touched and held his very written word.
Proclaimed the very creed he most abhorred. Ah was he sane, who saw the glory gleam.
No moan of sorrow from his grave were Or I, foreboding all was but a dream ?
poured. Foreboding there is none to hear us call,
Or lift us from the inevitable fall
Ruins deserted of long-lingering light, That all this ardent longing he will lose
Faces unsouled set in eternal night, Then when the mortal weakness shall con-
These bannered halls and corridors we knew, fuse.
Where innocent, winged the feet of childhood Dissolving all the human? we shall perish, —
flew! Though, kneeling in our dust, our children
For gone is he who welcomed us of old. cherish
It seems as though, while musingly he told Our old illusion 'tis a bleak denial, !
—
Concerning some ancestral painted face, Ruthlessly rolling in their hour of trial
Pausing before it, sorrowing for the race The very solid earth from underneath
Of men because they are transitory gleams Weak feet that waver; from a labouring breath
Along the ocean of eternity. Stealing the air that hardly saves from death !
— ! : ; :
And can ye doubt, believers, we would Jubilant they for one brief hour may shine.
share Warmly irradiate from the face Divine !
Ennobling hopes that save you from despair ? Nay, but a clash of dissonant loud strife,
Since old horizons of my spirit changed Shrieks forth, infuriate with a presumptuous
—
In later years no marvel this should be ! brother.
Only a sorrow it was to him and me. Who dares proclaim to the world his own or
Now I remembered little save the days any other.
Of his dear coming to my school with rays
Of never-failing, kindly happiness. The while we laid him under earth I heard,
Beaming from countenance to bless
all his Warbling within a laurel near, a bird
Me in the breezy, hill-built school, so dear Who never ceased to warble clear and sweet.
To many a boyhood, yet to mine a fear, For all the ghastly noise of shufiling feet
A very loathing— I may scarce recall And griding rope, with tumult ill-suppressed.
One face endeared to me among them all Or silent tears relieving hearts oppressed ;
Saving for Byron's grave, one boy beloved, Pealing methought with confirmation rife,
Iwould those years might fade from memory, While vernal airs, with all relenting fountains
With but one space among them shining Among the eternal brotherhood of mountains.
high! And youngling flowers, and the everlasting
Cheery repasts in that small garden trim sea
Of the old tavern, whose adornment grim Made sweet accord in deep tranquillity.
Was many a wooden dragon blue and red,
Where we sat feasting, trellised overhead. His faith endures upon foundations wide
Nor these, nor golden gift at parting slid And firm as the universe, howe'er have
Into my palm, in anywise lay hid ailed
From me when I stood by the grave to-day, The superstructure : evermore abide
With all the variance vanished far away. Those w-ell-beloved lives who may have
failed
Poor human differences at the grave
! Our earthly vision in the Life of life
Our universal schemes that looked so brave In some abysmal Peace profoundly veiled.
Hang the head silent, neV^ulous, and pale. Where they await us, where we shall be
Beside the solemn truth, whose visions fail, one;
His, or my own? Beyond —
the impalpable As may be in the ineffable alone.
Doth it for him lie curled within the bond And never in the glory of the mortal
Of his imagining any longer? nay ! strife.
Nor less my blind denial faints away However hearts may yearn for union.
Here by him, grown more awful than bef :)re. I foolish, while he prayed, have felt the
Surely he doth abide for evermore ! fear
There may be none in all the worlds to
Poor human differences ! lapped in light hear
Some calm-lived angel may behold the flight, Surely the Life of life, whene'er we cry,
The momentary flight of human things Fills ourlow springs with personality
Athwart their gleam with multitudinous Surely, however lurid lower the gloom.
wings Surely, howe'er bewildering the doom,
To wise, grave eyes a melancholy scene ! All stands established from eternity.
No buoyant wings serene, Adorable, however it may be !
! ! ; ; ! ;
A CATARACT
Immortal plunge ! terrifically daring,
Are thy waters born, Lo ! the scare of mists that hurry from hell's
Wherein, before the flashing of thy silver
cauldron recoiling
fountain foam
Fall of a lucid ocean, all a flashing
From the twilight like another mom, Lo! maidenhair and mosses midway above
We may hear an inward murmur from the the boiling,
glooming. Wooing watery sunshine, love turmoil for
We may a breathing chill
feel a home.
Impelled of a blind longing for a sunny air
there is a cataract, which has a marble tablet We vainly ask what manner of men they were.
on the rock by the side of it, recording in Our human generations fleeting wonder,
gilded letters that his Majesty, the King of
Passing along thine everlasting thunder
the country, was " graciously pleased" to visit
Shadows of earth, with shadows of the sky,
the cataract on such or such a day, and " con-
descended in own person to admire the
his
We fleet athwart thy sheeny foam and fly,
beauties of Nature." I know nothing about
We are born, and thou remainest, and we die.
this individual king as man ; but the point of Children have played around thy playful
the inscription is tliat it was condescending of spring,
him as a king ! And many lovers have loved wandering
! ! ! —! ! ;
A CATARACT
In thy romantic gorge ; while lonely poets Yet ithese have ne'er a record carven in
come, marble,
Passionate for the voice of thy tumultuous Or by the fall, or by the sylvan warble
home, What shadow more illustrious than all
Laying to heart thy rush of light and sound Claimsfor itself such homage by the fall ?
Voluminous, to sing in turn if they be worthy Demands among the seons his day alone
found. From the awful hunger of pale Oblivion ?
Prophets of old in meditative mood,
Solitary dwellers with a salvage brood. I read — am I deceived? — a common king!
Nursed here a smouldering fire of indigna- Among the waifs indifferent Time may fling.
tion. Stranding them here —of kings there moulder
In vision received unearthly revelation : many.
Ever thy hanging sound stupendous wrought No people without hereditary zany !
Within their souls unfathomable thought, But one of these, living his little hour,
Until aroused, inspired with thy tempestuous Vouchsafed, it seems, to leave a royal dower,
gladness. With a decoration deigning to invest,
They blew a people to flame with their own O cataract ! thine adamantine breast
heroic madness Glancing in sooth to what he stood before.
He deemed he saw thee, deafened with thy
All these have passed ! Hardly a human roar
thing He deemed he heard thee ; but his mind
Hath left a trace by thine eternal spring. divided
And yet in sooth what gleams upon the rock Now wandered to the game the hills provided,
Hard by the shattering of the water shock ? Now to one surly, ill-conditioned hind
A marble tablet with some gilded letters ! Who had not doffed his bonnet, nor inclined.
Whereon the country folk inscribe them Howbeit the monarch, turning to the mayor,
debtors Was pleased his satisfaction to declare.
Of one who deigned to visit and to praise Was gracious to the local waterfall ;
To claim some solemn kindred with the sound Surely the cataract made a modest hush,
Imperial inhabiting the gulf profound 1 Became suffused with a retiring blush,
! ! ! ! ; ; ; !
122 AT COURT
Yea, and the tittering fluttered cavern foun- Some light reflected for a moment shone
tain From holy men and mighty they are gone :
Convulsed with boastful bliss the tremulous And still we hear the water's mighty mono-
old mountain ! tone :
Military martinet!
Master of the ceremonies !
Deaf to the long, low wail funereal Was it ever heard that a hallowed face
In yonder gloom, from ruined lives that call Of one whom hearts enwound
Some one to help Leave ye your vantage
! Faded slowly, and left no trace
ground. In death's chill mist profound,
And toil among them till the light be found ! Yet later unto living eyes.
That yearned with mute despair.
Poor worms the fulsome sense of your Dawned faint again with sweet
! surprise,
pale marble And the old loving air?
Contemptuous rains will insolently garble Because so warm a human love :
Mild like a courtier from the sacred corse. She may not come again,
Or shatter all alike without remorse ? My sister, my long-lost Kathleen,
Into our world of pain !
Glory to God on his eternal throne ! For well I know the girlish face I
Give glory to the lowly Man, his Son. Her child, her very own,
: ;: ; ; : ; : : ;
Fair child ! thou risest from a grave ; Yea, and at other times the cooling cup
To me thy silken hair Gentle and merciful He tilted up.
Seems radiant with flowers that wave
Above thy mother there. But when the sun began to burn,
Thy face is toward the dawning bright I saw the child more restless turn,
And One will lead thee on. Seeking to view the silent One
Tranquil for ever in the light, Then, growing graver thereupon.
Until the day be done ! It whispered " Father " but I never heard
!
Mounted upon a vasty Beast. Gazed all around with infinite desire.
It swung with silent, equal stride. Erect he sat, contented now no more
With a mighty shadow by the side To nestle, and feed upon the homely store :
The tawny, tufted hair was frayed He searched the lessening distance whence
The long, protruding snout was laid they came
Level before it looking calm away
;
He peered into the clear cserulean flame
From that imperial rising of the Day. His hand would mingle with the shaggy hair
Methought a very awful One Of that enormous Living Thing which bare,
Towered speechless thereupon Whose feet were planted in the powdery
All the figure like a cloud ground
An ample mantle did enshroud, With ne'er a pause, with ne'er a sound.
Folding heavily dark and white, Yon fascinating, wondrous Infinite
Concealing all the face from sight. His clear young eyes explored with keen
Save where through storm -like rifts there came delight
A terrible gleam of eyes like flame. He gazed into the muffled Countenance,
Undazzled with the rifted radiance
Then I oeheld how on his arm Then, giving names to all that he espied.
A child was lying without alarm. He murmured with a bright triumphant
With innocent rest it lay asleep ;
pride,
Awakening soon to laugh and leap " I hold their secret lo! I am satisfied." :
Yet well I knew, whatever passed, Oh! it was rare to see the lovely child,
The arm that held would hold it fast. As with a gaze ecstatical he smiled,
Nor ever then it sought to know Following with eager, splendour-beaming
Whose tender strength encircled so,
eyes
^ See note D, A bird magnificent, who sailed the skies
; !: ; ! ;
Or must the Sire attain always alone Silverly glistening over stones
The happy land, with never a living son ? Where yonder nightingale intones.
O awful, silent, everlasting One
! ! Where he flutes the livelong day.
Ifthou must roam those islands of the West, Learning the water's liquid lay ;
Ever with some dead child upon thy breast, A lovelier rendering is heard
Who would have hailed the glory, being blest. Fresh from the genius of a bird ;
Eternity were one long moan for rest While emulous water vainly tries
For do we not behold thee morn by morn, To glisten like the glistening eyes
Issuing from the East with one newborn. Of nightingales in vernal leaves,
Carrying him silently, none knoweth whither, Where yon rosebower softly heaves :
Knowing only all we travel swiftly thither ? Soon will their mellifluent strain
Woo the rose to life again !
He was clad in a ruby dress, He lips the ripple, pants and flushes,
That clung to his breathing loveliness. Thrusts out white buoyant limbs, and pushes
While hose of opalescent silk With turning palm, a snowy swan
Revealed his delicate limbs of milk. Lavishing his bosom upon
Shyly, timid as a doe, My mantling water in the sun
He glanced aught were near or no,
if Now hath he climbed beside the stone.
Then sought him out a pleasant spot With filmy lichen overgrown.
With clustering forget-me-not. Where small swift globes of water twinkle :
Or must the Sire attain always alone Silverly glistening over stones
The happy land, with never a living son ? Where yonder nightingale intones.
O awful, silent, everlasting One
! ! Where he flutes the livelong day.
Ifthou must roam those islands of the West, Learning the water's liquid lay
Ever with some dead child upon thy breast, A lovelier rendering is heard
Who would have hailed the glory, being blest, Fresh from the genius of a bird ;
Eternity were one long moan for rest While emulous water vainly tries
For do we not behold thee morn by morn, To glisten like the glistening eyes
Issuing from the East with one newborn. Of nightingales in vernal leaves.
Carrying him silently, none knoweth whither, Where yon rosebower softly heaves :
Knowing only all we travel swiftly thither ? Soon will their mellifluent strain
Woo the rose to life again !
128 ALLERHEILIGEN
Even I Under the water.
Am singing now thy lullaby! Cold and so pale !
ALLERHEILIGEN 129
The rock wore glossy grass like hair, Yet in the sylvan raiment rare
And a birch-tree shimmered in soft air ;
That soothed a desolate despair.
Nor yet stole sweetly over the cool The fading ruin seems to know
Wave, as it glided into a pool, Memories that come and go ;
Nor bells from Allerheiligen Of when at eve stole o'er the cool
Wave, as it glided into a pool,
A vesper hymn
Flew twenty summers ; the monks were there
From the forest dim,
In a cloistral solitude :
And bells from Allerheiligen
How few that heard the chaunted prayer
Divined the worldly feud
Closes around an odorous shade
'Mong lives monotonous and pale, Of solemn pillared pines.
Whom weariness would oft assail Breathing sea-murmurs, being swayed.
Yet holy-hearted, gentle men
When musing one reclines.
Paced the echoing cloister then,
Ivy and vine and roses vie
Learned, and kindly to the poor
With old flamboyant tracery :
A vesper hymn
Winds are jubilant, wail, complain,
From the forest dim,
Where many a blaze of jewel-pane
And bells from Allerheiligen
Heard the tempestuous anthem heave and
wane !
To-day you scarce may read his name, Songs from near the nest
Once gleamed over with altar-flame, My memory shall have power
Though you may note a crosier To invest
This lovely place is a very shrine. Earth with subtler grace, love,
Where reverent spirits all incline And a rarer joy ;
DEATH AND LIFE Her in the bosom of One who will not leave.
Who led us to one another, and will cleave
So musing tearfully I faintly smiled,
I seem to be dissolving slowly away, Of one from whom exhaled the heavenly calm.
Senses and spirit, fading from the day. All light and harmony, and joy and balm !
Drawn slowly into darkness and decay. But they were wide with wondering surprise
As in dull stupefying fumes, amid For this sweet angel knew mine earthly life,
Some dim chill waters where I shall lie hid My longing, wavering, turbulent blind life ;
For evermore, my failing sight discerns Had seen a helpless, haggard face that pored
The face of my beloved, how she yearns Beyond the gravestone ; she who knew the
Over me with her tearful eyes, and turns Lord,
;; : ! ! ! ! : :!
Felt half impelled to smile, and half to cry, A heavenly symphony, the Pastoral ! . . .
Moved with incredulous bewildered wonder I am awake, and still the music flows;
How any poor thing like this lying under I am alive, and ever clearer grows
Should so the Father of our life mistrust, The form of a sweet woman whom I love ;
Foreboding He may leave it in the dust Over some ivory keys her fingers move
No sound she breathed only in her clear eye ; Hers was the sound ! she plays the Pastoral
Compassion dimmed the sweet serenity.
No anger moved her, only deep compassion ;
Dear death relenting leaves me by her side,
And she looked on me in very tender fashion, Dragged erst like moaning shingle with the
Even as a tender-hearted woman may tide,
Look on a wounded bird in sore dismay, Drawn out adrift upon the lethal tide
Whom hunting beast or hunting men may For while by night she roamed the paly sand,
follow. Searching with mournful eyes afar from land.
And whom she cherishes in her bosom hollow, homeless ocean beat.
Listless she heard the
Till from the gloom a foamy flicker fleet
Nestling, how tremulous, in her bosom hollow
Nay, rather was like a little child
I With ghostly whisper laid me at her feet.
Found numb by night where mountain snows
are piled,
Long lying in fever with delirium wild.
Soon was I carried into sunny air,
Who now, reviving to a tranquil health.
Wakes very feeble he the tender stealth And she was by me, very near me there.
;
Soft as a dew, with tender heave and fall, And while the tinted walls are fraught with
Harmony undulates aerial ; vine.
We were wont to name this air the Pastoral. Figs of full foliage with planes incline
I know not if she sings the air at all Shadowy bovvers from the sister side ;
Thou, little robin, russet in apparel, Life and Death to all divideth :
Sprinkling my faint heart with thy dewy Though one hopeth, one derideth.
carol, Yet I know that each abideth
Mazily singing in thy fair apparel, In his own eternity !
With my living wifeand child, The wound where man a keen, cold anguish
Seem to thrust them from their places drove,
And confuse their presence mild. Reopens — man her offspring and her pride
Ah ! morning when the youthful Sun
for that
See a maiden, a fair maiden, Firstsaw the face of his beloved one.
Vestured in a garb of yore, Arose from sleep to find her by his side.
Singing yonder while her lover To woo her and to win her for a bride
Pleads with longing eyes for more
For lo a knell all unexpectedly
!
Then a mother, a young mother. Breaks from the leafy lowland slow and deep.
With her child, in guise of eld. Wailing to heaven a long heart-broken sigh.
She appears full blown to woman
; One moment Earth forgot that she must weep.
Now the maid whom I beheld. And gazed abroad with visionary eye.
Was young once more — yet pitilessly creep
Then a widow, a grey widow. Into their wonted lair within her heart
See her now before he died
! The loathsome, venomous old memories :
light
And on my soul the heavy tollings press.
I may not see the mournful human sight
ON RICHMOND HILL— 1870
Beneath the hill, concealed among the trees.
Among fresh, innocent, leafy bowers we gaze, Where rests a homely village in the plain ;
With moveless fountains of white bloom But the knell says a balmy summer breeze
embossed, Blows idly there upon a human pain
Infinite bowers blending in blue haze One leaves there some loved life beneath the
Afar, to slumbrous woodland waves untossed. sod,
Half longing with the lifeless to remain,
1 See note E. And meekly bleeds, or idly curses God
— ; —— —
! ! !! ! : — ! !
O Earth, our mother ! was it well or ill. Weighed upon with a languor of recoil
To chafe so restless in thy natal home Toward that abysmal Peace wherein the dead
Of sweet imconscious innocence, until Dissolve to purify them from the moil.
There dawned in thee the gloryand the gloom Then would we be the children chosen of
Of human vision and of human will ? Earth,
Then was revealed to thee that thou art fair ; Unto the holy Silence whence she came
Afloat in some sublime immensity : To bear her tribute — she in solemn mirth
Then in thy heart immeasurable despair Moves ever with immortal eyes aflame
Awful arose : to love, and yet to die To freshen life with morning dews of birth,
Thirsting for God to faint upon void air 1 Lose it ii. deep oblivion of death I
To fall with throes of infinite desire Here might I quiet pass to whence I came,
On phantom bosoms with a baffled cry Here to the songflil summer yield my breath !
Divine Desire creative moves in all Over a life's confusion draw the veil
And in man's soul heaves with an ocean-swell, Of turf and daisies and the summer sky!
Restless, impetuous, imperial, Repenting of the clamorous hot fever.
That forms a glory and gloom wherein to And blindly inharmonious endeavour,
dwell. Wherewith my clashing life presumes assail
A man grows god who may be loved and love; Our mother Nature's pure serenity.
Yet fades and faints, thronged round with With shamefast eyes, behold I meekly bring !
—
Wait for their life to bloom among their Take for remoulding in a happier vein !
Misgrowth and pain inevitable as you. There let my turbulent being dissolving fleet,
A tremulous foam blown inward from the
My weary heart responded, It may be wave
Some ardent spirits in the stars may deem All lives receive thy blessing on their
Our weal and woe harmonious pageantry grave ! . . .
Of our so wayward leaning feebleness Offended Love for thou hast many a bird ! !
(Truth, cruel feigning she may be possest. Such song the dark self-slayer might beguile.
Cajoles but amorous boys with her caress !) With ecstasy of life made eloquent
To neck from under yokes of toil,
slip the In the green twilight ; only an open ear
Where like dumb beasts unwondering we And a brown bird have made this ravishment
tread ; Still may I love, and still one holds me dear ;
; : : ; : : ;; ! :
Still may I joy to march with hosts of light, Was it well, was it well ?
Conquering kingdoms from the formless Now the holy glamour fell
Still
For brothers lying in a sorer strait than L Birds in yielding sweetly sing :
And the only glimmer there Putting out his dovelike eyes ;
With soft suffusion fell And all the vacant dull monotony
Was it well, was it well ? Of netted wood softens mysteriously
; :
PALINGENESIS 137
As with green wings unfolding for a flight. Obtrudes not her soft presence on the sky,
Now all my soul rejoices reverently Inlaying it with tender tracery ;
"Mid cool diffusion of a greening dim, Seems there to dwell by loving sufferance,
Kneels hearkening the still small voice of Or primal right of native harmony
God; With mild dominion of warm summer air.
Nature from mouths of myriads new born
Anew revealing her eternal youth. And no V I walk in fields of sheathed corn,
Sprent with the chamomile and scarlet poppy.
Lo all the champaign saturate with light, Through meads profound with grasses all
!
Now loose-limbed lambs push nestling to In coppices where roses float like moons.
their mothers ; Breathing warm air we breathe a breath of
Haunts of primrose and frail windflower flowers.
rejoice Instinct with sunny songs of summer bird,
Till later, wandering by the brimming river, Dartling innumerous intertangling lines
I view horse-chestnut massy -foliaged From vernal glooms, or sparkling in a spray.
Lift, as with eager hands innumerous.
Up the blue morn an offering of flowers. A rugged stile, with upper bar made smooth
While hawthorns near, sunsmitten to the core. And polished from how many horny hands
Froth over in dumb ecstasy of bloom. Of passing peasant, leads me to a slope
Silverly winds the river from afar. That lapses quietly, all pasture land
Dim-frosted from its currents here and there. And wood and grain, save where upon my left
With hazy tree-clusters impalpable On level space abides a little church.
Rolled as a border nigh me vivid turf
; With golden vane aglister in the sun.
Gleams to the edge, but fringing fair the path Ancient, grey-walled, a pent-roof in dusk tile
Wave pliant sword-like rushes o'er the flood. Rich red and weatherworn upon the tower,
Feasting the eye with gliding opal light A brow that shadows over slumbrous eyes
Of water 'mong green pennons at their play Of narrow window droused with eld and heat.
;
And there full soon the water-hen will brood Thither I passed, and came where sleep the
On rushes pulled and woven to a nest dcai." ;
In a rich twilight of mila emerald, Stonecrop and moss were on the buttresses,
Feeling sweet motions under the warm breast, And hart's-tongue sprouted in the creviced
Lulled with soft flicker of the wave below, wall ;
And gentle whispering of airs above. Over the rude old woodwork of the porch
A dial 'mid the crumbling masonry
Yet later, lo ! the frail acacia, Shadowed the hour.
Steeping in light her soft, luxuriant hair. Upon a sunk headstone
Sensitive flushes like a lovely woman. Lichened, awry and low, with graven words
All consciouswhen a cloud moves off the sun ;
Worn wavering indefinite with time,
Her leafy clusters delicate as down A very aged man, mute, motionless.
Seem self-sustaining, buoyant in blue air. Reclined he leaned against another grave
;
Move, as informed with some sweet sister That seemed less ancient in some withered
;
spirit leaves
; ; : ; "; ; ;
138 PALINGENESIS
His withered limbs were drooping heavily When she was landed then with faces near.
;
His eyes were toward the heavenly distances, He leaning with his arm about her waist,
Where ever and anon a paler wave She yielding fondly, blushing o'er with bliss.
Passed over silky grasses of the These lovers went all bright and beautiful.
field,
While tracts of land imbibed soft shadowing Threading their way among the grassy graves,
From clouds that travelled in a gentle wind, Here and there heedless treading over them.
Effacing from the sight in yonder valley Conversing, nor observing him who leaned
His sober-vestured cot among the elms, Upon the headstone facing them the while,
Restored awhile at unawares and still That very aged man, nor seeing me.
With shining of warm sunlight in the place ;
So dawn to fade faint memories of his mind But once again these human lovers twain
!
A laughter of some children from the wood. Where twelve months after she and I were
They came, their tiny hands full filled with wed
flowers And some few happy years we spent together
The boy flung down his nosegay on a grave —
For she was very good she lies below
In eager chase of some blue butterfly ; Here where I sit ; 'tis warm and pleasant
!
The little girl for life and ecstasy here
Twirled, leapt, and gushed with pleasure like
a bird. After, I heard his uneventful tale
From
others in the village where he dwelt.
Then and at the sound. He tilled these fields, or drove these laden
at the sight of these
Intelligence lit all the countenance wains,
Of the old man he gazed and murmured low, Brown-chested in the sweltering hot summer:
;
" Mine were like these, about the age of Mounted on stacks he forced a long bright
these." blade
These little children straying here to play Through dense hot hay, then trussed it for
Seemed like unconscious sunbeams of the the mart
Lord She came from Orchard, but a mile from
To rouse dim memories in a human soul hence,
Where all grew shadow, even as yonder beams Noted for flavour of its teeming apples.
Revealed the nested village in the vale ;
Vet speedily the darkness closed again. Small store of learning cottagers may boast,
Yet well they love their gardens and their
But now that wicket where I lately passed homes
Clicked and swung open, rendering access And in their scanty intervals of toil
To a young man and maiden in their prime; Not all unheard, unheeded doth our mother,
But he first coming closed and held it shut Nature, the holy mother of us all.
In sport against her, fastening the latch, Speak to her children in their heart of hearts.
Insisting she must mount the neighbour stile What though ye, F'ortune's favourites, may
And he receive her into stalwart arms ; deem
So, coyly pleading, very soon she did, Them as the maimed and deaf and dumb and
Both laughing, crooning, and embracing close blind
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Aloud with finished phrasing what she means. So when she left him verily alone,
Ah not from callous heart or shallow soul, And he to prayers came wearily without her.
!
Only from organ helpless with disuse, When all were gone he knelt upon her sod,
Their filial love is inarticulate Or dreamed with misted eyes in distances
;
While you, with your light pity and dull scorn. Their guileless gaze had visited together.
Flout in them faults your very selves impose. Now sole survivor of his family.
Listless disdaining to alleviate Surviving all who loved him, all he loved,
By one least finger-touch the w eary load Surviving even Love, yea, very Sorrow,
Of doom the Father lays upon the sons. Love, survivor of himself.
Sister to
That we may win free range of one another, He sits summer hours upon the tomb.
long
Nor live unloved in loveless solitude. Her lovely form long faded in the dust,
Her name faint wavering from the mossy
Behold these children sporting in the wood, stone.
Stooping for flowers, inhaling all the summer Her memory nearly faded from his heart
Doth nature never call the little ones. —
His heart that loved her and he httle feels
Lay ne'er a tender hand upon their hearts ? Save a mere sense of comfort from the sun
Behold these lovers when they sit and dream About those piteous impotent shrunk limbs.
In yonder hollow, with the gambols light Only when these new shadows of an hour,
Of woodland elves, men name sunshine and These children and these lovers, fleeting fly,
shadow, They rouse a momentary memory,
Sliding about them in the fanning l;reeze, As one designless may awake some sound.
All his clear future roseate with her, Brushing a lyre long disused in dust.
And all her future melted into him !
Hath nature ne'er a message unto these ? StillNature speaks as when he was a child,
Only the world's inhuman votaries. Stillspeaks as when he was a youthful lover ;
The dead-alive, tiie arrogant, the cold. But these are vanished, yea, the man that was
Are reprobate exiles and pariahs. Moulders away now little but the name
;
Deep in her bosom, changing them to flowers So all about the stricken wife of Lot,
And foodful corn, and dear remembrances. A living woman stiffening to stone,
Refreshing hallowed life in many a soul, Amid the glare of cities rolled in fire
Ceding as meadows feed from secret springs. And shocks of thunder subterranean.
In loud confusion swept the cavalcade
And yet 'tis human to lament awhile Of urgent richly vestured fugitives.
Over the lapse of man's bewildering life ! Husband and brother, camel-mounted slave.
Nature the mother to this ancient man Dwindling in her to murmur meaningless.
little ones to-day
Called as she calls the ;
Nature the mother to this ancient man The banquet, and the lovely guests of youih
Spake as she speaks to yonder lovers now ! With dewy coronal on smooth white brows.
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140 PALINGENESIS
And mirth and song, and goblets of rich wine, Brothers, arise ! leave wails effeminate
Have vanished from his soul, and all the Confront and praise the inevitable law ;
lights, To-morrow travails with a doom Divine ;
Fitful illuming dimly storied wall, Stand by your guns, make sharp your cut-
Still struggling with an incubus of Gloom, lasses ;
That feeds secure, encroaching evermore. Do battle for the brotherhood of man
Devouring slow the pale remains of life.
Full soon shall Life with gliding lips Divine
Ah God hath
! lent to us the loveliest thing Blow through a fresher, greener reed than
Of all rare splendours in his treasury, ours,
And we poor senseless children of a day And fling us to the earth well worn with use.
Take it how lightly, toss and trample it, So be it. Lord ;
yea, teach us to rejoice ;
Until He whispers, Give it me again ! Some human music never shall be mute
iXoiv will I lend it to another life. Yon spheres can roll thee vaster harmonies
Then first we look upon the thing we hold, Yea, if Thou breathe but on a point of dust,
And lo ! it is the jewel of our youth. The same shall thrill and falter into Man ;
Ah ! then we clutch it with a miser's clutch. Yea, from the clash of systems and of worlds
We peer within it, lift it up to light, Shall flame a superhuman light of souls.
Search out some golden casket for the gem ; Innumerable motes from gloom to gloom
Turning all cold to hear his awful voice beam from Thee
Passing alive in one white
Quiet repeating, Give it me again.
Nature, refreshed, unwearied, every spring
Behold we dally in a dreamful doze. Awakes to bodings inarticulate.
Afloat in listless splendour of a water, As from a myriad mouths of budding boughs,
That loves inhaling glory from fair isles Tuning her instrument, and preluding
Sunnily laving ; when we closed our eyes. Her full triumphant symphony of summer,
Our boat still floated in its own mild gleam, And autumn's deep tempestuous ocean hymn;
Among white swans and balmy breathing airs Her paean hymeneal of blent lives
Yet now we pale reluctantly to note Of sea, and mountain-storm, and swinging
That we have drifted in our summer dream pine;
All unforeboding among scenes of change : Forest that rings with acclamation rare
Some chilling shadow rufHes the sweet river, From beast, and bird, and myriad living
And troubles clear serenity of heaven. things,
We rouse aff"righted — lo ! the current flies ;
Tumultuous leaves and ecstasies of bloom ;
Yonder the shores lie dubious in haze With man, a reed through whom the Hidden
Yonder a cold mist smothers all the stream ;
One
Pale while we peer, there ominously booms Breathes forth this anthem of the Universe
From forth the gloom some roaring of a fall
Lead then, O year, thy bright procession
Arise, my soul ! adore the inevitable ;
forth,
For Death is that inevitable shadow, Light clouds along cserulean clear skies,
That ever follows in the ways of life. And revels of fair flowers along the earth.
Yea, we who live are needed as we are, Dancing to softest music of mild airs,
Nor in aught vary from our destiny ;
Simmer of rills in sunny summer showers.
And they who die are needed as they are. Mingled with flutes and flageolets of birds
Fulfilling uses more mysterious, Roll tides of glory round about our dead.
Yet alike necessary and Divine. Dead in the deep recurrence of thy smile,
— !! ! ; ; ; ! — — ———— ;
Dead in the rhythmic breathing of thy breast Deep down a gorge tremendous fronting him.
O season ! as with the blare of trumpet-call Winding immeasurable, seemed to climb
Shock all the blood of every youthful thing Slow into heaven, all its gloom below
To bound for battle and sublime emprise Filled with wan clouds, like leagues of
Prick to endeavour, gird us to endure ; mounded snow
Inform with winged seeds all aml)ient airs, On rolling upland, densely thronged, and
Inform all creatures with a hallowed heat, crowned,
Dissolve them languorous in sweet desire, Where it met heaven beyond the latest mound,
Yea, flush them full with dear delicious fire ! With a v.^st solemn, dusky-crimson sun,
Inform the spiritual air of souls Robed round in mist voluminous and wan
With serviceable knowledge and device, Which yet relaxed anon above his head
With germs of generous impulse and resolve, Into a melancholy bloom of red
With deed the fruit, and fantasy the flower ;
Grim ramparts pinnacled of ragged stone,
Speed the career of human destiny Reared either side the vapours lying prone.
Abase, O Lord vain individual wills
!
Our puny aims, our lives ephemeral, Methought I knew no living Sun was there;
Replunge them in thy calm Eternity Only his phantom in astonished air
We kneel abashed in thine immensity, Rises again, though he hath set and died
Who revelled erst within thy light Divine. As in some rare concurrence may betide.
Still for a few more years insatiate The youth stood dreamily beholding all
When we are old, or weary and well spent, A snowy mountain in north-eastern skies
Letting thy rush of racers thunder by. Cedar and pine in their obscurities.
And cower in thy smile perennial. Is it the wind, or any ghostly thing,
Draw troubled breath regarding in thy face That talks with these dim boughs low
Of never to be moved serenity murmuring?
Resume our being. Thou who art alone, Passing above from darkling tree to tree,
And live for ever in the lives of all That each in turn may whisper secretly
His tale of half-articulate despair,
Yet find no hope nor absolution there
Fragrant from pine tears and from cedar
wood.
THE DWELLER IN TWO WORLDS Yet seems the sultry atmosphere imbued
Beside with odour indefinable.
A MAN stood pondering at twilight hour. Whether of musk or blood I cannot tell
Gloomy with pines and olive cavernous. With plaintive hooting of some owls that are
Yonder, a stone's throw from him, was a Hid in the forest, more oppressive only
grove Weighs down deep silence on the pilgrim
Where once the ruined temple proudly throve, lonely;
Ile.K or vine-festooning terebinth While ever and anon there rustles by
Veiling it now from cornice unto plinth. Some indistinct thing swift and stealthily ;
! —— ; —— ; ;
Men, women, children, in full light of day. But a poor mortal sprighted with a soul
Replete with life, rejoicing in the way I Bisexual, conflicting nay, with two ;
But they have gone to other lands from here One childlike and affectionate that grew
Nay, not the very travellers that were Rooted a creeper clinging round a home ;
Hath the red dust, that mingles here so well And one a restless spirit prone to roam
With withered pine-leaves, ne'er a tale to tell ? In far forbidden lands mysterious,
Yea, as in this wise pines and cedars shed Dear unto haughty moods adventurous
Their quiet lives, in this wise do the dead Thin airs where eagle-reason loves to breathe,
Of human forests lose their joys and tears. Which to the feeble and timorous were death
Their longings and their fervours and their Ideal realms more glorious than day,
fears ! Where lovely visions falter from decay
With waving wand of wizard fantasy :
Later, considering the youth, methought Awful forbidden regions of the dead,
He seemed not unfamiliar : I sought Where wild lost souls of living men have fled
1 low this mysterious land's dim denizen To cast them on the violated floors
I should have known ; it dawned upon me Of gods reviled and disinherited,
then Where life o'er dusky stains new crimson
That in the waking world of every day pours,
The very same in different array While each lost soul delirious implores
I had beholden, surely in a mood For violent sinful joys the gods can give,
Mating but strangely with such solitude In these to agonise, then cease to live.
Now in some every-day pursuit immersed : These are the haunts of that perturbed sprite.
Now among dallying idlers gay dispersed Who will not bend him to a tame delight.
On some park-sward yet oftener by the gate,
;
Yea, for the ghost of some of ancient time
Where starving men with scowling looks of Lingered until it entered into him.
hate While with tears the tender soul implores,
oft
Toil out their lives, he ministers in pain. A troubled spirit wafts him from the doors
Till he devise the riving of their chain. Into yon fascinating solitudes
Often when summer air was warm and mild. Though often here a formless fear intrudes.
I .saw him resting with his wife and child Lest, if he slide upon the slope too rash,
Hard by the shadow of a village spire. He whelm his well-beloved in the crash.
With veering vane that glistered like a fire,
Where quiet sleep the meek and mossy dead, Ah ye who sit in winter by the fire !
Some simple words of hope above their head. About your old hearthstone, nor feel desire
They 'mid ripe orchards of their numblc croft To wander from it, do not curse your child
Reposing on the grass beheld aloft Gone with unquiet spirits of the wild.
How round the leaves and mellowing apples Who sits no longer with you —pray for him,
ran And weep ! for when the window-pane grew
A luscious glory, warm, caeruieaii. dim
— ; —— ; ! ;
With rain flung flying from a maniac blast, From bulbul amorous among myrtle blooms
Did ye behold a scared white face that passed, There over grove and emerald sward there
Vet peered a moment out of the wild weather looms.
Into the warm glow where ye rest together? As from the temple, enkindling mist of myrrh.
That was your one wistfully beholding
lost Mingling with liquid lute and dulcimer.
The quiet faith of your serene enfolding !
If God hath gifted you with hallowed ease, Yet lo a scene unnoted earlier!
Think ye He hath no care for such as these ?For look, beneath yon inner ruin wall,
He leads unseen lone feelers after truth Shadowed till now, the moon a spectacle
;
On all blind blown wayfarers hath He ruth Most hideous reveals an altar square
! —
Of massy stone, and over it a bare
Yea, God inhabiteth both hell and heaven, Obscene grey idol, phallic, horrible,
Love in the maybeam. Fury in the levin ; Collared and braceleted with carbuncle.
From steadfast suns He squandereth life and Beneath, upon the horizontal stone
light, A human body beautiful lay prone,
In death's pale mask He scattereth them by A body of ideal-moulded youth
night ; Weep, holier lovers, o'er her in your ruth
Peals in the hallelujah of a saint. Her lower limbs, yet warm, hung helplessly
Raves in a rebel's blasphemous complaint, Over the verge along the ivory
;
Yet art Thou holy before whom we fall, I saw a slender rill of crimson glide
Behold ! the temple seemed as though on Stands, crimson-robed, the sacrificial priest,
fire. And gloats upon her form, as on a feast
While heaven glowed as from a burning For eyes that seem to smoulder and to smoke
pyre. With lust unglutted in the slaughter-stroke.
Suddenly shadow muffled noiselessly A gleaming gory knife is in his hand
All feet of rocks and pines and cedars He wears on features, noble once, the brand,
nigh: Like a fallen angel, of the wrath of God,
Then o'er that mouldered cornice which im- All lightning-scarred ; his vitals are the food
pends Of an undying worm ; once golden hair
Over the huge stones of the wall ascends Hangs disarrayed ; his colouronce most fair
A fringe of very flame, that grows more Shows deadly livid ; one may note the drip
large, Of sanguine horror slowly down his lip ;
Silently soft expandingon the marge, Hatred and scorn writhe ever there awake.
Till imaged like a huge new-risen moon, Like some foul life of convoluted snake.
Ruddy it rests upon the temple soon.
In these dread natures dwells no rivalrj-
Then in the mystic luminous new night, Of two strong souls that grapple unto death:
One of those prowling things, I with affright One only reiijned since these have drawn a
Had noted nigh, now paused in its career, breath
Rising upon two legs, a shape of fear Or else one soul hath proved so powerful,
;
Shaggy and clumsy, with half human face, There lives none now to challenge the dark
And filthy gesture pointing to a place rule
Behind the temple, where I now beheld Of that usurper ; never anxious care
Laurel and cypress, while among them welled Possesses them for other men's despair,
Waters delightful, bubbling, musical, Lest weaker lives be trampled in the crush
And a more soul-dissolving madrigal Where eagerly for ends of ours we push ;
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144 THE DWELLER IN TWO WORLDS
Their sweetest music is a victim's moan ;
Winged with miraculous anguish of her
With breaths of dying men they feed their own. love,
Never they sweep the infinite of time, Even through shadows of this alien grove
Wistfully peering for a hope sublime ;
An image of herself appears to move
They scorn the innocence of kindly ties, With streaming eyes and long dishevelled hair
And common cares, and pure felicities i
Imploring, and she brings their infant fair.
For them no heaven of love, nor sacrifice I
O then he paused, reaching a hand to
Of heroes for a cause ; their halls of ice I
grasp
Sunder from human sympathy ; they dwell The hand that, woe is me ! it cannot clasp,
Palaced alone in flame unquenchable, : Vision adored and holy, yet a vision
A prison gorgeous, whose walls of fire
Are fed and fuelled with insane desire ! ; But shouts of laughter pealed as in derision
Clear from the revel ; clash of dulcimer,
Alas my pilgrim's gaze appeared to range
! I
Mingled with ravishment of musk and myrrh,
O'er all the scene with fascination strange. I
And lute and marrying music from below,
Yet hearken what new message floats from far,
! I
Swam cloudlike o'er him in the glimmering ;
Answer the faint pulsation of the chimes. Now languidly they glow athwart the gloom.
Mother and sister tender tones have twined Dissolved with breathing some narcotic fume.
With that old hallowed music in the wind, In pliant somnolence of yielding grace
Even as one may send a loving word Faintly repelling many a lewd embrace
Nestled within the plumage of a bird. Of things half-brute, half-man, that wind
He dimly hears them pleading by the cross, among
" O Jesus, save him from an utter loss !
The bare-limbed mazes of their foam-white
He dimly sees them kneeling, earnest, mild, throng.
There where he worshipped with them when Now, like a smouldering fire that springs to
a child. flame
With a libation of poured oil, the tame
He upon the slope of fear
vacillates Assemblage, unaware to frenzy stung.
With misted eyes but louder and more near
; Bacchanals bounded, reeled, and kissed, and
Strains of the revel captivate the ear, clung
And still he moves ;
—yet speedily methought Slowly, more swiftly, see the pilgrim move,
Yon melody were fraught
bells with lovelier Until his feet seem flying to the grove
For now they ring a hymeneal peal. Lust, loathly monster, fiercely folds him
And ringing to his bleeding heart reveal round
A vision of a childlike woman crowned And on the scene there falls a night pro-
With orange-blossom, beaming o'er a ground found. . . .
On a man's arm, who leads her from the Oceanlike in the pines uproarious.
porch Their haughty heads all agonizing swayed ;
He knows himself, ho knows the village They wailed, and rent, and wrestled, sore
church I afraid.
Innocent hymnals of the children call Till in a lull methought I was aware
Vengeance upon him if he let her fall Of wings that clanged innumerous in air
: : ! : ; !
Assembling, of a trample and a crash : Little by little, grates and lingers, holds,
Then, in an awful livid lightning flash, Falls ; bounding clutches at some awful
A myriad bounding bristling backs I viewed folds
Horribly hustling, crashing through the Of God's precipitous drear robe, and falls.
wood ; And crashing to perdition all around appals !
And peals of mocking diabolic laughter The spectral brotherhood of mountains round
Clutched at my heart in closely following From one to another toss the terrible
after. sound
All the black forest, cliff and cleft and peak, And after murmurous pause the wrack be-
Reiterated that infernal shriek. guiles
Rebounding and rebellowing for ever : Some hoar mount, far a desolate hundred
Hearing such hell's glee hardest hearts may miles,
shiver Out of his wintry swound to answer slow.
Flash followed flash ; among those hoofs Moaning a baffled human soul laid low. . . .
Pure, happy, generous, of kingly mind Over the marred white youth snow softh'
May they be hoofs of fiend, or human kind ? silent falls.
For cruel moral jubilations fall
From men when off its lonely pedestal Yea, silence shed a healing chrism around :
Genius tumbles with a loud undoing : Then lifting heavy eyes that sought the
Maniacal they leap in his warm ruin ground,
I saw cloud-phantoms pale confusedly.
Lo ! pines colossal cumbered with the snow, Bewraying presence of a light on high.
Heavily falling from rent members now, Till unaware they stilly rend asunder.
Or skeleton trees of humid shrouded head, Revealing a fair Empyrean wonder.
With lank grey parasitic growth long dead. A snowy peak illumes a violet air.
Above, the forest mounteth stern and steep, And a clear star serene reposes there,
Where boulder-chaos cataracts leap,
in a Darting all colours : surely all is well
Resounding in the abyss a muffled thunder. Doth not the crimson sparkle shoot from
Behold where livid icy seas up yonder
! Hell?
Stare from a sterile snow but higher yet ;
Huge solid flamelike crag with many a jet Last, while the clouds from all the mount
Springs in the vaporous void : it glares a vast were torn,
Condor abnormal in the storm aghast, In desolate lower roots of it a horn
With many a ragged neck and baldest pate. Resounded harsh and loud : but higher
Scarred from remorseless torturing of Fate. rocks
O grand Promethean visage marred with Multiplied into more ethereal shocks
fire. Of melody the sound, which as it passed
Hail, flood and frost, and blasts that never To loftier shining regions ever amassed
tire. A more ideal spiritual tone ;
Power's agelong insult ! dost thou still Till, like a delicate subtle flame, it won
aspire ? Its way to yonder battlements of ice,
An hour may yet be yielded us. On a stone, a mere child ; and her own lover,
Or a very little more All unaware
Then a few tears, and silence Of a heaven in her, laughs free ;
Ah ! sweeter far than the fall roaring, Eric, my beautiful, lie thou asleep.
Or any wild sound, Vanishing blossom !
Is the carol of thy young life pouring Our mystic Mother will inviolate keep
Joyance around ! Thee with her buried seeds, until ye leap
Yet a vanishing voice of the spring, Blithe from her bosom !
Eric, thy slumber is so very deep, And the rapture all divine ?
We may not ruffle it, howe'er we weep, Then if thy blade were buried deep
Never awake thee Within this heart of mine,
From the warm whiteness fierce would leap
Morning, the beautiful, will soon arise
My blood like wine;
fiery
Out of her sleep.
Earth about the West,
all my firiend,
Feel for the dawn of thine auroral eyes
After orgies of rich wine,
Answering hers nay, thou wilt not arise,
;
Wan lying in the sun's decline.
Wboever weep thee And arms of thine, my friend.
I in
Eric, awake
Thy sisters fading, thou wert all her joy :
MY love-laden
Lo ! how the wind wails ! ours are wrong
Own little maiden,
and sorrow :
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" Pray, mother, teach me Yet in the end, '
It is finished !
' was my cry.
Feel the way cheerily ! Would yield my holy, happy kingdom birth.
A little more prayerful For which my heart was broken upon earth."
Faltering careful
Surely will bring to me,
Siege
Lead thee to rest
Then shalt thou cling to me, Maternal veins unnourished may yield
And I will sing to thee, them now no more
Laid on my breast Their needful food, and they are carried
from the door,
Cold in little coffins, fresh flowers in their
breast.
WAR: 1870- With pale, starved mothers giving thanks
that they are gone to rest.
Christ Last Christmas eve a father talked with such
Of all portrayals of the Son of Man a mother
I love the dim portrayal at Milan, Of how next year their youngest born, the
Where among those few friends He sits apart, tiny baby brother,
With the burden of a world upon his heart. Would be ready, like his sister now, to have
The Man of Sorrows doth He year by year I the tiny shoes
Fade from the world's heart, as He fades Put out before the nursery door, as little
from here ? children use ;
Ah ! but the sorrow, the sorrow will not fade, To be filled with dainty trifles, tokens of
Though the Consoler in the grave be laid parental love, !
Doth He not seem rather to make long pause Which are innocently feigned to be mys-
In this dim place, waiting until his cause terious treasure-trove,
Triumph at last, yet evermore to fade Brought while they sleep for babes by Jesus,
Under this agelong disappointment laid holy child above.
On Him, because the victory is delayed? Alas ! before this Christmas came, the merry
Hence the mute woe his countenance yel and boy
girl
wears Both vanished from the humble hearth ; and
" Is it not more than eighteen hundred years? all the mother's joy
And still I see my children bathed in tears ; Dwindled into a laying wreaths on each
Still with their greed for gain, their lust for fresh-mounded grave.
power. Hoping that she may join them soon, and
Men in high places do my little ones devour. her slaughtered soldier brave.
Was it for nought the life of loneliness,
Lacerate with alien distress
all ;
Among those olives of Gethseniane ? When they have seemed to win some miles
F(jr nought that hour supreme upon the cross, of way
When all the desolation of their loss For all their errors and circuitous delay.
Rose a wan cloud before me, dying alone, For alllong anguish of their multitude.
Hiding the Father even from the Son ? And piteous bones of impotent heroes strewed
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If so ye may reinstate Fraud with Force Black with pestilence, white with famine, red
On their old thrones, and miserable man with the innocent dead I
divorce
From life, from light, from Liberty the bride,
Shall not their fierce free children yet embrue Wherewith they have bored him, from the
Their hands, crowned pirates ! in the blood frame that quivers :
ISO WAR
Yet hearken there are cries upon the air
!
The little all of simple country folk. Of snow three rudely-carven wooden crosses
Who sow the seasonable seed, who yoke Mark in yon field where moulder many
Slow oxen to the ploughs or laden wains, corses
Who bind in sheaves the mellow, foodful There waved a harvest yet befouled in mire
!
Like their own trees all rosy and purple Went devastating with remorseless tramp
fruited Yonder thin snows are thawing ; all the
To them their humble church is heaven on damp
earth Earth has been torn to many a ragged pit,
The hoary priest received them at their birth Where each fire-entrailed, moaning, mangling
Into the world, God's minister, and he, bolt aht.
Their friend through life, at the end of life Two children in the neighbouring orchard go
will be Yet young full meaning of their loss to know.
Their angel, smoothing all the perilous way But solemnised with all their elders' woe
Into the realms of everlasting Day. And all the melancholy scene, they try
Under a bowered porch on summer eves Among charred fruits and branches to descry
Knits a blithe housewife, while among the Where hung so lately their own favourite
leaves swing.
Of pleasant orchards near two children laugh, Finding, poor babes ! a pleasure in wondering.
Pierrot and Marie ; in the swing they quaff Not now one views the river glancing far
Delightful breezes, and the father hears, Among fair meadows, like a scimitar
Returning 'mid the simmering barley ears. But nearer, over sodden, sullen soil,
Somewhat, like one interminable toil
Alas ! their village feels the winter snow Of worm uncoiling, dusk, appears to wind
Soiled, thawing, whitening her roadway now Slow through the mist, impalpably defined,
And round her walls chill winds of winter Along a hedgerow line, obscure and dank
blow. It is the serried foeman's cruel crawling rank
Around her walls! ah! gazer, what of these?
They are more piteous than leafless trees!
Ruins unroofed, begrimed with flame and Sedan
smoke, The looms are broken, the looms are hushed.
On either side the one wide way invoke And a broken, weary man
With dumb, unconscious eloquence of woe Sits near a child, with fever flushed.
His pity, who knew them three brief moons In a cottage of Sedan.
ago:
Dreary from forth a dreary mist they loom, The mother starved with him, the weaver.
I'lach, as he nears them, silent with one doom, To feed their little child.
A cheery home, now wrecked and tenantless. Who lies now low with famine fever,
Like a marred face grown vacant with distress. That slew the mother mild.
! :
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The room is desolate the ; store Feebly in sinking cling their hearts to some
Has dwindled very low ; Afar, who wait beloved home,
them in a
All a poor housewife's pride of yore Who with pale cheek, with blanched, quiver-
Was plundered of the foe. ing lips
Will tear the letter dim with life's eclipse.
And a father cowers over grey Mournful the sufferers that eve foresee,
Wood-ashes barely warm ; Not far from now, when dear ones with a tree,
He feels the child is going away There in the fatherland, in Germany,
In the pitiless, pale storm. Glistering *oys and trinkets will entwine ;
With twigs of fir, where coloured tapers fine
He knows an emperor lost a crown Glisten less lovely than the children's eyes,
Here in his own Sedan ; Who with sweet exclamations of surprise
And he knows an emperor gained a crown, Find out new blisses widows worn the while
;
Yet only heeds one life that clings Passed even this Christmas with an all un-
To his own a little time clouded pleasure !
The kings, or these that weep ? These have rent clothing soiled, with dull
red stream
Who seem more royal and more tall Of ebbing life discoloured while some die ;
In calm, pure light from God, In silence, others with a tortured cry
These crowned colossal things that crawl, Rend the foul air yet others near the door,
:
Have striven to heal them, all will be in vain! That tells of where one erring bullet went !
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With giant folds imperially red
A Vision of War His huge, mailed body on his grizzly head
;
mother and
He looks the incarnation of old War,
Stay of a widowed her joy ;
Resembling an imperial Conqueror,
A tender girl awaits the comely youth,
To whom plighted a pure maiden troth
is Low thunder with rare intermission growled,
These two, late locked in a death-grapple wild, Wherein were mingled cries of wolves that
Might they not be a father and his child, howled.
Lying together very still and mild ? I saw one straining, gaunt and fiery-eyed,
While many a fearful, formless, mangled Held by the King in leash whose awful side
;
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Yet a more hideous Phantom than the other In a welter of falling ruin fought,
Leaned on the War-shape, like its own twin While women sought
brother. With wavering feet.
A wan blue mist it seemed to emanate Scared children clutching close their dress,
From where the dead most thickly congre- Babes in their arms,
gate; Wildly to fly from hell's alarms
A crawling exhalation, yet anon Who if they 'scaped the seething press
A lank, tall body with the graveclothes on. Of murdering swarms,
It trailed and sloped o'er many miles of dead, Felt fiercer harms
Until it reached with a most fearful head A horrible doom of scorching breath
The bosom of the Warrior on the horse From flame that clung,
There leaned, fraternal, like a month-old corse To mother and child devouring hung,
Nay, somewhat otherwise rather methought
: Till all fell smouldering, heaped in death,
It wore aspect like one most loathsome, Charred heaps of death
fraught Encumbering flung
With such disease as by beleaguered Metz
Some saw who passed among the lazarettes. May roses bloom, roses bloom
Surely this was incarnate Pestilence In lost Bazeilles ?
Yet, as I shrank with shuddering from hence, Where flame, to stifle the human wail.
Itwore a face pale History shall remember Leapt, fuming, roaring over the doom
For his who slew his country one December. Of a living tomb,
He holds in skeleton semblance of a hand And the sun turned pale
A distaff broken, for symbol of command. Over lost Bazeilles
Not the eagle, but the vulture Yea, roses blow, roses blow,
Wheels above him, screaming now, White rose with red,
" I will yield my foul sepulture From yon charred fragments of the dead,
"
To the murdered men below ! Crumbling chaos of friend and foe,
Hoarsely croaks a carrion crow, In a burnt-out woe.
" Thou wert as a Pestilence With ruin fed
Rot abhorred in impotence!"
A rose shall blow, roses blow
The Roses of Bazeilles^ In the heart of France,
Though demons in their orgies dance,
Do the roses bloom, roses bloom And a hectoring, insolent, rude foe
In lost Bazeilles, Insult with a blow
Where shrilled a terrible human wail Vanquished France
In the blasting blaze of a living tomb ?
the Daily News, when he visited Bazeilles a Rose shall be rife, roses blow rife
month or two after the burning, roses were From a fallen throne,
blooming there. Under whose shadowy shame lay prone
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Nerveless a nation's nobler life ;
A German wears imperial
Purple Barbarossa lives
From manful spiritual strife, :
From healthful use of stalwart limbs, The ghost of a dark age revives.
Wherewith a soul or body climbs, And the heart of every freeman dies,
Seeing him rise
Debarred her stronger sons in chains,
1
:
In apathy
Behold dismayed
In the grave of France,
Over the earth an awful shade
stalks in feudal mail
Whose breath, as of morning, may re-entrance
Tyranny
The spectre, till he slink to the tomb.
O'er hearts that fail,
His eternal doom
And faiths that fade 1
Sends a raven of sable wing Before the lightning of her baring blade ;
From his stupendous prison-walls. Once through the storm her ocean glory
To learn how near the fated hour. burst.
When he may reassume the power . . .
Burst in thunder
Lo in the hall of mirrors yonder,
!
ArmEngland, arm
! the halcyon hour !
Nobles and kings go armed to the teeth Arm all thy children ! not a caste of drones
Lo where thy loving sister bleeds beneath
! Then shalt thou see those anarchs on their
Their haughty feet she calls thee to her side
: thrones
They clank their swords at thee with insolent Abase their domineering front — behold
pride. Helvetia, splendid, blithe, and bold I
" Old England, mumbling, paralysed, and The sons who breathe her liberal mountain
cold, air,
Shrinks closer clutching at her hoards of The men who scale her precipice and dare
!
gold All dangers of her bleak eternal snows,
Why should the mailed sons of tyranny taunt A race of hardy hunters, who repose
Thee, champion of the free, with windy Fearless beneath her sparkling stars, nor
vaunt ? blanch
Arm England, arm they mouth at Liberty,
! ! To dream their bed may prove a thunderous
Who with a mother's impulse turns to thee 1 avalanche,
Fairis our dream of universal peace ; Whose spirits with their native eagle soar.
But there be wolves, and lambs of tender Whose kindred souls dilating love the roar
fleece. Of icy cataracts, the Aar, the Rhine,
Tyranny summons all her swarms of slaves, The Rhone that foams among the murmuring
Horrent with weapons daughter of the : pine
waves Are these not armed ? Yea, every man will
Yea, thou art sedulous to nurse thy health, France waved the banner of the free.
Resentful of a menace to thy wealth When it fell from the hands of Italy
But in the hour of thine extremity, ! —
Alas she fails but England, thou
Look for tear to cloud one eye
no pitying Hast a Daughter of starry brow.
Among the sister nations loitering by I Whose arms receive thy setting sun ;
Now that thy faithful friend is in the dust. She, in a forest vast and lone.
Whose features fair may next inflame the lust With awful gladness hears intone
Of her inexorable conqueror. Niagara, and the Amazon !
Canst thou, then, fear to arm thy children free, Wherk the twinkling river pushes
Who cradled lay upon the bosom of Liberty? 'Thwart the dipping swan.
Whom from herself she nourished, whom All his ruffling down
with motion Very softly blown.
And lullabies of the everlasting ocean Lustrous blue reflects the rushes
She soothed from earliest infancy, Where the cool is gone ;
While, in loud winds and waves careering, she Thames, an innocent heart of childhood,
Sings to her mariners who rule the sea ! Buoying lovers from the wild wood.
: : ; : :
Three sunny children bound along, Starved and very pale she seems.
With many a merry word. With a hollow place
Their eyes blue fountains of delight, Dark beneath her eyes, how wearied,
And every cheek a rose, Lashless looking on the bleared
Their dimpled hands with grasses light Mimic grass,
So full, they hardly close. Dewed with glass!
One fawn-like little maiden falls
Hark she gives a feeble cough,
!
Eyed them askance, then hurried down Dare not from your task diminish
Through a plantain tunnel. Aught, for fear a watchful neighbour,
In the woodland sweetly smell
Bidding lower for the labour,
Fairy grass and clover,
Seize our bitter bread !'"
Sensitive in the woodland dell.
Ladies in a lustred hall
Where the bees hum over ;
Wear them gaily for a ball
"Oil love the summer well
In their fair
"
Mother, will it soon be over ?
Wavy hair.
Where the unholy river gleameth, . . . After sleep, the child was dead.
Deep, and cold, and dun,
Hiding secrets from the sun,
There the unholy river gleameth.
As an awful dream one dreameth, Deep, and cold, and dun.
As Oblivion Hiding secrets from the sun,
As an awful dream one dreameth,
Three little children in the reek As Oblivion
Of the monster town.
With a woman worn and weak, Are not these thy children, Father ?
Ere the sun goes down, —
These or only those ?
Toil by flare of ghastly light Are all lost orphans rather?
In a dingy fume :
—
Of whom none icnows.
! ; ; : ! ! ; : ; ! ! : ; ; ; ;
And briny delicate sea- weed; how the air Cease, idle breeze his tears are warm
! :
Blows inglad faces, and the wave compels Fall on us, giddy cliffs we are born ;
Your flight with laughter, leaving a crystal For a fiend's ghastly mockery and scorn !
rare
Upon the ripple-pencilled sand how fair
1 Man, forbear
Life seems, the very weary life we know, Before this arid waste of human life.
In your exuberant play, that loves to Before the illusive glory, and the strife,
For you as now when you are old remain For food which turns to ashes in the mouth ;
Children for ever common things ye deem ! Before our darlings vanish, and the drouth
Miraculous joy battle and storm and death Of souls athirst for Truth and Righteous-
;
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And till the demon with a flaming sword Mourn for Annabel
Drives one and then another to the wild. The village bellis tolling, and she will
We bless the Saviour for a little child. Never arise from where she lieth still,
Cold and so lovely, flowers white and red.
Man, forbear Old dames and tender damozels have shed
Nay ! not for every little child we praise Tearful, all over her, in shadowy air
For what yonder cloud upon the blaze?
is Alive with perfume curling blue and rare,
Among the happy lies one little thing Jewels and gold and jasper glowing deep
Weeping, and over him a torturing As in a dreamland of a solemn sleep,
Fiend men call Father all are happy here. : With solemn music plaining while the
Saving this one who feels the mortal fear, mourners weep.
And agonises; all before the gloom
Of life have respite, but one suffers doom Fair Azrael, with Annabel the child
From dawn to sunset even this holy gnMuid Of Southern
; suns, a panther supple and wild,
Is not forinnocence inviolate found ! Mellow and beautiful, the while one tarried
Even the charmed Eden Love hath fenced Far hence, a man she never loved but married,
from evil. Wandered in sweet communion day and night
Insolently desecrated by the Devil Within her garden, shielded from the light
Even his small birthright of dissolving bliss Of suns too violent, under pensile palm,
Torn from a tiny helpless child like this, And aromatic, glossy-leaved calm
Ghastly reflecting in a babe's despair Orange, with lemon wedding boughs above ;
Cain's brand of wrinkled infamy and care ! In whose green twilight bridal blooms of
Child thou arraignest on his throne sub-
! love
lime Bud, and expand their petals, till they shed
Him whom our fathers trusted, for the crime Lavish white coronals on either head,
That smote thee flaunts triumphant in his On lustrous ebony and golden head.
face They wandered where a soft .Eolian sea
And Love may only tearful eyes abase. Fills far oft" with profound tranquillity
While Fate o'erwhelms his glory with dis- Half of the interval, which lies between
grace ! Shadowy cypresses and pines that lean
. . . Man, forbear Over the sunlight half is filled with air
;
Who withers hearts around him with his frown Azure as ocean ; near, a fountain fair
Creates a parching desert for his own. vSinging springs ever 'thwart blue air and main,
Yea, all good angels, when thou art athirst A shifting snowcloud, twinkling into rain,
In flame, shall fly from thee, O man accurst Drifting to fume that feeds earth's emerald
Lo ! the avenging little children run Anon their dreamy vision is enthralled
Out of their sea and land graves, wicked one With scintillating of a ruftied ocean
Moan thou beneath the body of thy son ! Among thin olive-foliage in motion
Ah let us hope that Jesus yet may fold
! Seaward from flowers around their feet a lawn
Within his bosom the lamb lost and cold, Slopes ; all the greenery's a haunt of faun.
Lead him to rest where sunny pastures lie, Or nymph marmoreal : from shade to shade
And where still waters flow eternally ! On the sea-lustre glows and glides to fade,
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In fair profusion of lit vine-leaves warm. Told the stealthy flight of time,
When either Phidian image glows in roses They left a cedar-raftered chamber.
Lavish around them, or at eve reposes Where oil in opaline and amber
Flushed with a glory, breatheth every one Gleamed, as mildest lamps are able,
Sweet Mitylene, isle of love and song. Crimson wools, Iranian fur
Two fair young lovers for an hour prolong Of panther, pard, or miniver.
Reverberate modulations from the lyre. And while they went, some drowsy doves
Whose soul still haunts thee with voluptuous In holm and laurel flew like loves
fire! Over them; the mild fireflies
Sappho, Arion, and Terpander breathe Gleamed before their happy eyes.
O'er hill and valley lawny mists enwreathe
;
Faintly before all lovers oversea Fair was the night when youth and lady
A mountain, hued like flowers of memory ;
stept
Where Aphrodite, born of Paphian foam, From where their lemon-tinted villa slept.
Found the fair shepherd in his piny home. With balustrade and roofing palely grey.
And where, on Ida, an imperial Bird Laved of the moon, beneath a grove that lay
Ravished a fairer from his pipes and herd. Under enchantment, to a hushful bower
Of bay and asphodel, with passion flower
They read or sang sweet songs, and oft a Inwoven it was warm and dusk therein,
:
Around her waist and shoulders only rare Muffled in mossful secrecy, reclined
Silk from Olympian looms, like gossamer ;
Nigh one another, Azrael behind.
While languid pearls lay heavingly on her
Virginal bosom ambergris and myrrh
;
" In the tree
Enkindling breathe from ocean-blue enamel, A murmur, as of indolent shed sea
Whose misty fervours golden lids entrammel On sands at midnight ceasing slumbrously !
And while they taste a bright Methymnian Through dim, uncoloured leaves
wine, An elfin glimmer cleaves
Amber-inhaled ambrosial fumes entwine A varying way from realms of mystery."
Delicious dream around them fingers fine : So sang she softly to her soft guitar,
Fill often his half-laughing, amorous lips And ceased and both were silent, hearing
;
Or luscious, lucent dainties that her skill The bubbling fountain, and a nightingale,
Can from sweet, crimson-hearted fruits distil. That seemed to flow at intervals and fail.
: : : : " ;
; dream
He whispered, "how adorable are you She murmured, "Ah! how heavenly a
To-night forgive me " till there softly grew
I
!
dream " ! . . .
A tender arm around her form, and she . .Out of the shadow flashed a steely
.
Then mouth burned mouth, her undulating The village bell is tolling, and she will
charms Never arise from where she lieth still,
Yielding to his luxurious young arms. Cold and so lovely, flowers white and red.
Later, in sweet confusion's disarray. Old dames and tender damozels have shed
Hand in hand stole they to a little bay, Tearful, all over her, in shadowy air
Where a pale foam stole out of a grey sea. Alive with perfume curling blue and rare.
And kissed the pale rock ever murmurously. Jewels and gold and jasper glowing deep
Cypress leaned mournful over, and a throng As in a dreamland of a solemn sleep,
Of hushful moonwhite houses lay along With solemn music plaining while the
Yon circling shoreside, minarets, how fair ! mourners weep.
Arising and slender into air
tall
Dear Lo as it sweeps
! imperial, the curl
loyal lady, tender and brave and
In toppling hangs arrested by a swirl
true,
Refluent baflled rears aloft to hurl
Dear lady of our loyal hearts are you !
;
There
Flickers to momentary crags of spar ;
is a canker in the social core
And some would Headlong to ruin charges with an ocean jar,
fain persuade us that no
more A headlong ruin of water, heard inland afar
We need than civil change of name and Terrific hurricane of howling wind and sea
form Cower from the whirlwind, lest in scorn it
Ah ! specious pleading of the cankerworm I scatter thee
! — ! —— ! !! ! ! ! !
Hissingly o'er thee from a turbulent despair Zephyr with his soft seaplume fans the while.
Shout forth thy drowned and feeble human Quietly wander by the quiet shore.
shout of joy, To find enrapturing wonders more and more
In fellow-feeling with the elements, a toy Here, ankle-deep in valved shelly shingle.
Ofthe blind Titans, yet a toy that knows. . . . Merry young children, with white limbs
. But what is this at hand that reels,
. . atingle.
and drifts, and bows? Leap laughing, while a playful ripple blue
Not helpless chaos of a huge oarweed, Merrily laves them ah how fair the hue
; !
Torn up and strewn far, senseless rage to feed Of azure sea set by a dovelike tone
A ship ! a ship ! a horrible vision here ! Of boulders, where I wander all alone!
One snapt mast with its tangling cordage-gear Now and then their prevailing hue will bring
Whom Death alone confronts upon the awful Slim growths of plashing crystal, when there
shore flow,
A small black dog i' the hatchway yelping Oceanward tinkling, rillets from above,
piteously Born among hazels, while with ocean love
I see it still —a crash — anon victoriously Glisten low-lying rocks in many a cove.
Climb maniac cataracts upon rent planks and Weird block of waveworn labyrinthine grey,
corses clamorously Hollowed out, with small opening for day
Somewhere concealed as one explores, a fairy
II Or mermaiden may haunt thee, little wary
Of man's intrusion on her lonely spot,
Calm
Or sleepy seal may use thee, twilit grot
After two days I lay reclined in peace But many a wondrous cavern richly hued
Near the sea margin ; delicate soft fleece Quavers in delicate waterlight, imbued
Of cloud lay poised above me, and the sea Their dim recesses with a dusk maroon,
.Slumbered about her shores, how tranquilly Mossgreen or lilac, all a quiet tune
opened her blue eyes
Cicnlle as a child, she Of heaving water hearing, while sea-flowers
In murmurous foamsmile of a faint surprise. Crimson or wavegreen bud in all the bowers.
Touching the strand yon vaporous head- : This lofty cave's a gorgeous palace-gate,
lands are Where some Sea-Genius holds royal state:
Suffused with mellow sunlight, while afar Surely the stillness may invite to float
A nebulous isle half fades into the sky, Pensively hither in a slender boat,
Like some dear hoped-for possibility. And pore upon the faint seagroves remote
Hushful sea-murmur lulls all pain to sleep, Where now thy terrible moods, O sea? . . •
Poor ghastly mockery of a human form, Ah were it she who came to seek the child
!
Jammed here in fierce delirium of storm ! His mother with a piteous gesture wild
!
Looms huge and hungry near the awful sleep ! Dead mother knows not he is lost from home
Yonder a board swims rusty-nailed and rent, Dusk flaps a heavy-flighted cormorant,
Four painted letters with the tangle blent. Whereat the timorous breast begins to pant
There is a mellow, dark-eyed maid in Spain, What dwarfed old man distorted threatens
Who waits a token from a foreign main. him?
'Tis but a dry tree with blast-wrilhen limb
Ill
Now, chill at heart, wanderer weeps.
the little
On a hushed mountain at the close of day, There breaks upon his poor, tear-misted sight
On a brine-bitten waste that slopes to grey A blissful vision of supreme delight I
Expands a far, slow-wrinkling mercury: And cheery murmuring human tones are
One cold, dim gleam, with three dark shadows blown
vast. Upon the wind towards him then the child !
From clouds immense in faded blues amassed, Thanked God who led him hither from the
Shadows that in a drear}' twilight brood wild ;
Portentous phantom Presences, imbued, Brushed with his hand the tears, and ran so
Silently awful, with a life not ours fast;
While on the seashore formidably lowers Clasped in his father's happy arms at last I
Through one wild arch in yonder cape wave- Blundering in with subterranean thunder !
Breathes homeless, helpless, and disconsolate. So famished beast prowls ever, thrusting snout
Some sere, sparse mountain-bents moan Under his bars, in pain till he break out.
shivering. Yea, this immortal, subtle, importunate Sea,
As the gust wearies them, and withered ling. Conquers our stolid Earth implacably.
Near a path, pale with night that deepens Though round our ruined shores He laugh
round, and dally.
A ruinous gate stirs with an eerie sound. Chafing for war his proud battalions rally.
! ! ; ! ;
! ;; ! ! ! ;
Feels all alive along rich ooze of cave In the salt seatrough
Yon grand expansive green hath belts to-day He may win them, onward
Of blue and tawny, flecked with sparkling On a buoyant crest,
spray Far to seaward, sunward.
By the brisk breeze that blows with cheerful Oceanborne to rest
play, Wild wind will sing over him,
Wafting a merry crest in snowy smoke. And the free foam cover him.
Glassed in the billow while it tossed and Swimming seaward, sunward,
broke On a blithe sea-breast
And there evermore a restless wreath
is On a blithe sea-bosom
Around the innumerable sharp shark's teeth, Swims another too.
Black flames rough crusted, threatening fangs Swims a live sea-blossom,
of death. A grey-winged seamew
Grapegreen all the waves are.
Yonder, lo the tide is flowing;
! By whose hurrying line
Clamber, while the breeze is blowing, Half of ships and caves are
Down to where a soft foam flusters Buried under brine
Dulse and fairy feathery clusters Supple, shifting ranges
While it fills the shelly hollows, Lucent at the crest.
A swift sister billow follows, With pearly surface-changes
Leaps in hurrying with the tide, Never laid to rest:
Seems the lingering wave to chide Now a dripping gunwale
Both push on with eager life. Momently he sees,
And a gurgling show of strife. Now a fuming funnel.
the salt, refreshing air Or red flag in the breeze.
Shrilly blowing in the hair !
Arms flung open wide.
A keen, healthful savour haunts Lip the laughing sea
Sea-shell, sea-flower, and sea-plants. For playfellow, for bride.
Innocent billows on the strand Claim her impetuously
Leave a crystal over sand, Triumphantly exult with all the free
Whose thin ebbing soon is crossed Buoyant bounding splendour of the sea I
PREFACE
—
There is a disposition among some con- remoteness in the Past few imaginations
temporary critics to debar the Poet from being indeed adequate satisfactorily to realise
contemporary subjects. One critic alleges very different conditions of life and thought.
these to be essentially unpoetical. Another The name of little flutterers, whose inani-
— more skilled in delicate distinctions, and mate remains are strewn along the avenue
priding himself on the adroitness with which, that leads to the Temple of Fame, is Legion ;
of impertinence. He will have adapted his not think the age of Chaucer was much
workmanship, arrangement, and mode of more poetical than the age of Victor Hugo
expression to the nature of his subject- and Tennyson but Chaucer contrived to
:
matter. Perchance the problem of conciliat- see and represent his age poetically :and
ing superfine collegians, or light skirmishers though, perhaps, Tennyson's greatest works
detached from their main body in the shape have dealt with ideal, romantic, or classical
of certain "irresponsible reviewers," and at themes, he has shown himself master also
the same time satisfying intelligent readers in setting contemporary life to music. If
of poetry in general — unephemeral critics, Shakespeare wrote Julius Coesar, he also
who are beyond the passing fashion of a wrote Plenry VIII. and Hamlet is essentially
;
clique— may be a problem well-nigh as in- modern. Dante does not appear to have
soluble as that of perpetual motion. But if thought his own age unpoetic, though him-
so, a poet should be prepared with contempt self the master of ideal or spiritual creations.
and defiance only for the former. To me I Dante, and Milton, set the dominant theolo-
confess that it appears that Past and Present gies of their own day to music ; while Dante
are equally poetical, when regarded and is full of allusions to passing events. Homer
treated by a poet — equally unpoetical when did not endeavour to reproduce classically
regarded and treated by a mere versifier correct imitations of the poems he may have
though I am far from saying that every read in Egyptian papyri. Gama, the hero
particular time is fully as poetical as any of Camoens' epic, was still alive when the
other. But the present time seems by no poet was a boy and Camoens himself took
;
means deficient in that respect. No age is part in adventures similar to those which he
heroic to its valet-de-chambre ; —
and every relates indeed he contrives to relate what
age has many valets-de-chanibre. If there was actually happening in the Lusiad itself.
is danger from vulgar and debasing associa- Dryden wrote of Contemporary Politics
tions, and from fragmentary nearness, in the Pope sang the Rape of the Lock ; Byron
Present, which has not yet "orbed into the sang contemporary life in Childe Harold
perfect star," there is equal danger from and Don Juan ;Wordsworth also in some of
67
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PREFACE
his greatest poems. So did Campbell, and other remote regions, a poem on this
Gray, and Goldsmith at their best while — subject dawned on me. It is a subject
Scott, if he sang of chivalry, sang at least peculiarly modern, peculiarly English, and
of Scotland. The greatest work of Goethe as I believe peculiarly poetical one destined,
;
three genuine poets have quite lately made marvels the very regions of earthly mystery ;
!
successful efforts to break through a somewhat yet how profoundly and pathetically human
vulgar, prosaic, and discreditable apathy after all in their strange disclosures
though it is one no doubt on which our Poets used to sing of heroes, and great
fashionable petite culture very much plumes actions. I do not know why they should
itself. In America we have, for instance, now only spin subtle cobwebs out of their
Longfellow and Walt Whitman while in ; own insides. Nor, however, do I know how
England we have not only Arthur Clough, long a period must elapse, according to the
and R. Buchanan, but also Mr. Swinburne, dogmas of "culture," before a mere dead
who wrote recently the "Songs before Sun- man may (by virtue of mischievous wor-
rise." These poets at all events have proved shipping and myth-making propensities un-
that they do not, from feeling their own fortunately inherent in our race) be considered
impotence, desire to insult their Mother- Age, as fairly canonised —
elevated to the dignity
and charge her with all the responsibility of of "a hero." But for my part, I used to
a defect, which after all may not be of quite think Livingstone a true hero while he was
cosmical urgency. More recently still, Mr. alive ; and my opinion of him is only not
Alfred Austin seems to have comically dis- changed now that he is dead. Our two
proved his own somewhat juvenile criticism Florences, Florence Nightingale, and Florence
on the futility of the age, and the consequent Lady Baker, moreover, appear to me to be
inevitable futility of its poets, by himself —
heroines though both of them (one is glad
writing a really fine poem on contemporary to know) are still alive. Nor should those
events, " Rome or Death." brave exploring ladies, the Dutch Miss
However, in the following work I have Tinnes, be forgotten here. At any rate,
the so much desiderated advantage of remote- the figure of David Livingstone admirably
ness — remoteness, if not in time, at least in fills the shadowy, but colossal outlines of
and nature in Africa are very different from adventures, character and aims, with the
what they are immediately around us if — accuracy of fact though in one instance I
:
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might easily have passed through personally ; tion, enlightenment, and civilisation of the
and of course I have exercised a privilege of
races. Not Wilberforce, Clarkson, Buxton,
selection. The scene Cantos is Lincoln, or " Uncle Tom's Cabin," have
of the first
laid at Ujiji on Lake Tanganyika where done more for the slave than David Living-
;
Livingstone has been driven back by the stone. He seems to have possessed also an
malice or cowardice of some who followed extraordinary power of sympathising with
him, when on the eve, as he believed, of and personally influencing the natives, with
solving for ever those grand problems of whom he came in contact.
geography, which have engaged the world's This is a man of the old heroic type : a
attention from earliest ages. grand personality, like those of Xavier,
He has arrived ill, worn-out, aged, desti- Mazzini, Garibaldi, Bellot, Ross, Parry,
tute ; goods on which he depended
to find the Franklin, Stephenson, Watt, Mungo Park ;
dissipated by the rascal to whom they had who exhibits, in a peculiarly fascinating
unfortunately been entrusted and he could ; phase of modern life, heroic energy, and
(suffering as he was from his old disease, skilful perseverance in combating gigantic
dysentery) hardly have held out much;longer, difficulties
; partly from ideal and humane
had not Mr. Stanley so gallantly and un- ends — to
serve God and Man —
partly for
expectedly relieved him {1871). I imagine the mere sake of combating those difficulties
him sitting on the open verandah of his themselves. God is not tired of choosing
tembe, looking eastward, as Stanley describes and providing such natures, when He has a
him while evening deepens, and then night
; great work for them to do indeed He
:
— the night preceding Stanley's arrival. I provides also many obscurer workers, with
—
suppose that like those constellations, with natures as noble, whom He in His own
—
which he is so familiar the salient features way rewards. Are not men like Henr}'
of his whole pass successively before him
life Martyn, and Bishop Patteson ; with other
in his solitude ; while he meditates at leisure men and women, whose names remain hidden
upon the people and scenes he has witnessed from the world ; members of this heroic
wonders what people and scenes are yet to army ? Do we indeed lack heroes ?
be divulged for him speculating, moreover,
; In Canto VI. I relate the relief of Living-
on those long-vexed, fascinating problems, stone by Stanley; in Canto VII. Livingstone's
suggested by history, geography, and science, death ; and the wonderful transport of his
in connection with his beloved continent. remains by faithful followers, to the ever-
—
But his chief concern though he takes a lasting honour of a despised race finally,
;
very humane and broad interest in all is — his honoured funeral in the grand cathedral
the future of the people, among whom he of his own land. It remains that I express
has so long lived he is a profoundly sincere
: my obligations to the works of great African
—
Christian missionary a philanthropist in the travellers —
Speke and Grant, Baker, Burton,
best and widest sense —
with heart bleeding .Schweinfurth, Du Chaillu, Winwood Reade,
for all the ignorance, darkness, and misery, Moffat, Stanley, Bowdich, Petherick and —
which he sees around him ; thirsting to to the correspondents of daily papers, who
devise the best possible means for the salva- described the funeral.
! ! !
'
Your ' heroes have no literary style
' ' I
LIVINGSTONE IN AFRICA
CANTO I Seem the great guardian Lion of Africa,
Who, from primaeval ages all alone,
The sun is sinking over Africa ; Silently stern, confronts a crimson dawn
And under shadowy native eaves reclines Over fair Indian seas, with face that towers
A traveller upon a fur-strewn floor ; Sunward, supreme feeling a warm moist
;
Whose virgin snow no human feet profane From one immense rock-temple stream the
Have swept, but only the wild eagle's wing. Souls
Of old your ghost on Rumour's shadowy Of many lands and nations, whispering
breath In dim enchanted caverns East and North,
;
Wander'd abroad, O Mountains of the Moon I And West emerging, sunny wings unfold :
And still ye are no more than a dim name : Shouting they plunge in joyous waterfalls.
Of old the Egyptian from your loins, that loom To roll a priceless silver all abroad.
Large in far realms of Rumour, drew the Nile. Each to his Ocean, whose illustrious names
Ye, couchant o'er the sultry continent. Are Congo, Nile, and long Leeambayee
! ; ; ; ! ; !;
Gendering a holy Cycle evermore. Now young corn and red anemone
o'er 1
. . . My soul, unbow'd in face of failing Earliest seat of learning, where the seer,
years, Illustrious Plato, came from Academe,
Though Hope may from unwearying falter And sweet Ilissus ; fairest star of all
Hindrance of blind baseborn vicissitude. The fair young band who follow'd one wise
Swears to resolve the alluring Mystery, master.
At whose cold feet our mightiest have fallen, Here a stone astrolabe explored the night,
Yearning to find the sacred Source, and die Measuring solemn wanderings of stars.
Nor have prevail'd but if the Lord allow,
; Here laboratory furnaces were glowing
I and my fellow-labourers will prevail I While some astrologer with mystic rites
Drew horoscopes, or cast nativities:
I seek the birth of that immortal River, But then our Earth, who in her equable
Who bears great Egypt in her watery womb, And proud obeisant motion round the sun
Who nursed the world's prime empire on her Hath in twice ten millennial periods
bosom ; Her inclined axle measurably perturb'd,
And Moses, more illustrious than all Lean'd otherwise her pole among the skies
Pharaohs, her earth-enthralling conquerors. Another Polestar ruled the mariner
Throned in their golden hundred -gated Another Ocean shrined thy radiance,
Thebes, O Christian constellation of the Cross
Tomb'd in hoar wonder of the pyramids. While otherwhere in every tranquil night,
At thy most holy source, primaeval Nile ! Among cool calm abysses of pure space,
The Greek drank wisdom yea, in solemn ;
Shone Sirius, Arcturus, and Orion.
halls
Of Memphis, in columnar stone forests Here too the holiest Child of mortal race
Rested in humble guise with a pure Mother.
Of mighty Karnac, rich with hieroglyph,
And pictured symbol and weird shapes of
At thy most holy source, primaeval Nile
Gods.
The Greek drank wisdom learn'd a Daedal art,
;
Only the beam, the Obelisk,
solar
That in his purewhite light of genius,
Now from green palms and verdure and pure
In that pellucid cether of his clime,
rills,
Among pure breezes of Castaiian hills,
As then from sacred fountains of the Sun,
And delicate unrobed consummate forms
In olden time, in Heliopolis,
Of radiant heroes, bloom'd in glorious
Still points with mystic granite flame to Marble immortal gods for all the world.
Heaven
This mighty gnomon of a sun-dial Here he beheld the blazon'd Zodiac
Moved then a shadow, lengthening among On loftiest firmaments of broad hewn stone
signs Within dim fanes, or solemn tombs of kings ;
; ; : — ; ;! !! ;;!
Stupendous vaulted chambers in the heart Boats glide by night, aslant on broider'd sail,
Of flame-hued mountain, silently aware Freighted with youth, and love and loveliness:
With populous imagery of men and gods, Balmy night breezes, all alive with song.
Hawk or ram-headed; on wide wall and Laughter, and rhythmic plashing of light oars
ceiling (While coloured lamp-lights lambent on the
Beheld a constellate celestial river ripple
Meandering around a crystal sphere, Stream from fair vessel, or embower'd shore)
And navigated in twelve lives of Moons Rustle tall among the stars
fountain'd palms
By that resplendent Father of the Kings ;
As strange slim forms of a most ancient age
Kings lying here in glory, all embalm'd, Land on pale quays of that so stately temple.
And jewell'd o'er with slumbering talismans, Sonorous with a gorgeous ritual.
Asleep in their immense sarcophagi. Now on a roofless column builds the stork
Here, they believe, slumbers a mighty god,
Yonder, on burning sands of Libya, Osiris, Love incarnate, and the Judge ;
Unmoved the tranquil-featured Sphinx beheld Also the Solar orb, and sacred Nile
Abraham, Homer, Solon, all the wise Who, with moon'd Isis and her little child,
Of every clime, who came, and saw, and Shadoweth forth a triune Deity.
wonder'd His awful name none dare to breathe aloud :
Who pass'd, leaving a heritage to man An oath avails to bind for evermore
Beheld dissolving dynasties of Ivings,
One who hath sworn "by Him that sleeps
And all their people, pageant-like unroll'd in Philce."
Before his face; they, with o'erwhelming
pillars Most ancient realm of all this ancient earth,"
Of desert sand before the whirlwind's breath, Thought faints to sound thine hoar antiquity
Pass'd in loudpomp, and were not any more ;
Europe and Asia were not when thy form
The silent Sphinx regarding, as to-day, Brooded in solemn grandeur, as to-day.
Beyond them all, serene Eternity 1 Over dark ocean when Dicynodon, !
To whose fierce strand the Heaven-shadowing The measure He in wisdom hath ordain'd.
bird,
Enormous Roc, long deemed a wild romance, For all the land is foul with monstrous
Was wont to fly of old from Madagascar wrong, !
In whose blue seas floats fragrant ambergris And desolation of the sons of Hell.
Whose shores are blushing corallines most Surely the long long wail of human woe
rare, Ever ascends from all our earth to heaven
Where ocean fairies wander mailed
gems, in But here the mist of blind unending tears
Silently gliding through the branching bowers Hangs undissolving, and abolishes
While far inland strange palaces are piled Yon very Life-Light from His shining halls,
Profusely with pure ivory and gold^ And hides the Father from his orphan'd sons.
No lynx-eyed peril-affronting pioneer, Hell is let loose and jubilant cruelty
;
Couch'd, a grim lion in thine ancient lair; Inflames the lurking salvage brute that haunts
Sullenly self-involved, impenetrable! A wilding blood to fratricidal war.
Or if one ever bearded and aroused. To thrall its very kindred, for the sport
Thy winds have spurned his unrevealing dust Of paler large-brain'd fiends, the common foe,
Yea, in thy fiery deserts, in the pomp And glut their markets with the flesh of men.
Of lurid evenings, crimson, warm, like blood. Shoot them and drown them ! from convul-
Thou dost devour thine own dark children, sive arms
crouch'd Tear small sweet clinging babes, and fainting
About thy cruel knees, dark Africa brides
From lovers, who with unavailing life
Of common care, oblivious of mine. Dark women on a golden strand with fire ;
Who battle alone, afar from all ; who waste, Who are mute with endless woes unutterable
Ignobly sinking here in sight of goal,
For bitter need of help I hoped from men. Nay the long wail of wounded innocence
!
At leisure in their calm abounding homes ; Hath ne'er been squandered on a voiceless
Bales for exchange or tribute; healing herbs; Void!
Wherewith to calm this fire within my veins, But every tear of every helpless child
And tame the ravening hungry heathendom Sinks in a warm unfathomable Love :
Thou knowest, O Lord, my prime solicitude And armed Righteousness awaits her hour,
Was for the work Thou hast to me unworthy Albeit Her lightning slumber in the cl ud.
Confided in Thy Providence unachieved, These human shambles shall be purged from
And yet I know the Holiest never fails blood
—;! ; ; —" — ! ; ; : —
!!
This charnel of the world shall reek no more, Yea, have they ruin'd me at Kolobeng ?
Plague-spot of all the starry universe! Behold I wrest from them all Africa!
For I will flash the light of Europe's eyes
Full on the tyrant, till he quail and cower. For I will never cease from journeying,
And mere snowflake in the sun.
vanish, a Until the length and breadth of all the
England, inviolate Ark of Freedom, launch land
Thy thunder as of old and hurl them low Shine forth illuminate from shore to shore!
; I
Fulfil thy mission fallen heroes want ! My life is one long journey and I love ;
Yonder in heaven their crown of blessedness, Peril, and toil, and strange vicissitude
Till the last bondsman clasp imfetter'd hands Exploring all the wonder of the world
O'er the last slaver, whelmed beneath the On sea and land wonder for evermore ; ;
But I abide until my task be done. And may not fold my hands in tranquil sleep.
And if they slay their mortal enemy, Vet when we have grown old, we want the
It is the Lord who calls, and it is well glow
When they had thought to murder ; reft Of our own generous children in their prime.
from me Warming our twilight they love thought ;
No voice may reach me from the homes of Urged ever onward by a restless ghost,
men I may not fold my hands in pleasant sleep
Only a ghostly rumour murmurs low Stain'd with what seem huge bombs of
How one has seen a strange white wanderer, shatter'd iron,
Somewhere inland ; none certainly knows Hurl'd from a weird infernal enginery.
where And then I muse what eerie living things
And one more rumour whispers, he is dead. Dwell beyond among the mists of night
far
Empires may rise and fall ;
great wars may Whether may wander on
the wanderer
thunder For ever in the waste, hearing no sound,
And "peace may follow war : and I not know, Save of his own footfall or yonder dwell ;
More than the drown'd who slumber in the Dark unimaginable human lives ;
Misshapen horrors of the forest wild Climb beasts obscene, scenting a horrid feast t
Weird startling mockery of immortal man ; At night a thunder of great lions rolls,
Shocking the soul with chill mistrustful fear, Rebellowing from basalt precipices :
Some veer small restless, rambling, ape- It may be secret waters wandering ;
What people lies before me ? some affirm In one wild flood of universal flame.
That there be men sepulchred verily With sound as of upheaval of adamant
In subterranean chambers like the dead Towering wrath of Powers immeasurable,
Burrowing human moles, fleeing from light, And roU'd war-chariots of tremendous cloud:
By their free choice, and immemorial Sound the great mountains in their chasms
Usage though Rumour murmurs her wild
; and craters.
tale Bastions, and inviolable towers.
Ever with a light head confusedly. Rebellow hurl abroad ; mutter in gloom
; ;
Have gnawn for food a loathsome den Behold yon perpendicular crags, like flame.
;
Around the dismal open mouth of hell, Now furious torrents toss white manes of foam
Howls like a murdered man's avenging-;soul Down their long solitudes ; the firmament
While among boulder-ruins of the mountain Sunders, and pours dense watery deluges,
! ! ! — : ; !
Climb from the floods, or struggling drown Cairns upon hillsides ; fragments of rude jars ;
Where still a madden'd laughter peals among They are reverberate in the lives of all
Commotions of Divine wrath flying abroad. Nor fail of full fruition and reward. •''
Hairy and tail'd, with cloven feet like swine ! And slung with genets' tails a scimitar ;
Where are the Pigmies ? Homer sang of old In his right hand ; red plumes of touraco''
Their yearly war with southward - flying Among his oil'd elaborated curls
cranes Glowers where the panther-supple guards
They wear enormous heads upon their advance,
shoulders. Gory, dusk, jewell'd stalwart Amazons,
They build their pigmy booths in dim recesses At his feet rolling four distorted heads.
Of some impenetrable forest world! Three skulls of kings, late mighty mortal foes.
Two travellers * lately came upon their traces. The monarch tramples a white ivory trump ;
Yet here Napoleons and Tamerlanes Alas your mellow meeklived innocence
!
LIVINGSTONE IN AFRICA
Breaks from breastplates of yelling murderers, While others flirt long gold-bound elephant-
Dragging men, women, children, cowering tails.
Convolved wing'd serpents hung in gorgeous Barbs in rich mail, brightly caparison'd,
gloom Mounted by swarthy horsemen, champ the bit,
Of tower-pillar'd forest high and hoar. Their riders quivering bronze assegais.
Rather they brave grim Terrors of the wild, Hearken lewd revelry of dancing slaves,
!
They worship with lewd rites of cruelty. A child in Ulva, by the Northern sea,
By "watering" malignant evil dust I hear my father at our evening prayer.
With what in its malignant vampire life And wild Gael singing of my grandmother.
A vain, unstable, sanguinary soul A factory boy upon the banks of Clyde
Relish'd to quaft" from a foe's hollow skull, For all the dissonant whirl of enginery,
More than all nectar —crimson human blood. I seize the food of learning, swiftly glancing
Yea, all the forest is one Golgotha ;
On some dear volume, laid upon a marge
Skeletons, skulls, and cumbering carcasses, Of the great spinning-jenny, as I pass,
Confused in one delirious dread dream ! Repassing ever in monotonous toil.
Near an uncouth hewn stone (a phallic idol. For this I conquer arts laborious
Begrimed, and hung with ghastly offerings) Of serviceable healing and I grow ;
Is strain'd and fasten'd there; while many Living a temperate, reasonable life,
knives I bear a stout heart in a season'd frame
Lacerate all his gory frame ; he writhes And emulous of illustrious pioneers.
In agony ; for every living wound Nor all unmindful of my sires austere,
Men have inflamed with diabolic art I find my.self i' the heart of Africa,
Helping the father of my bride to be.
Ajjomp barbarian reigneth everywhere.
Nobles are slung in hammocks of rich silk, My long life moves before me like a dream.
Turban'd, and motley'd with quaint orna- Behold our mission-house at Kolobeng
! :
Velvety smtjoth boys, eyed with slumbrous I smelt rude ores ; and, fervid as large eyes
fire ; Of wrathful tigers, ringing iron yields
! " ! ;
. .Have these a lowlier place allotted them? Any more here in sweet sunlight with them.
.
Yet they full surely have their post prepared Or pleasant interchange of word and smile;
In God's world-army I will help them there. Gone forth for ever from them to the chill
:
Ruler alike of loftiest and least, Ever it wails, low, dreary, and desolate,
Who, being reveal'd, will draw men unto Him, Oppress'd and muffled in a solemn sorrow;
Each in his order and foreknown degree. A dirge world-weary, an old-world requiem,
Trailing a slow wan length along the dust,
Sun of the living ! Hesper of the gloom ! Plaint from the fount of immemorial tears
Thy dusky children call for Thee,
Surely A shadow, whose maim'd wings are plumed
Unknowing whom they call — the wail re- with awe ;
For one beloved and vanish'd when the moon ; Phantoms aroused by a fresh living pain.
Wavers, as if in water, among leaves To haunt the labyrinths of a living soul,
Of air-moved umbrage; and a bark-buili And all the dark slow movement of the
village dirge
! : ; ; !! ; ! ; " .
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One cabin stands a little way apart Food, bowls, or ivory, arms, and hunting gear.
From all the rest upon a higher ground. Now beat loud tamtams rattle hollow drums ; !
Hence flows the wail A man laments I his So scare away the dim unhomely ghost
son. With yells, and shouts, and drunken revelry. . .
It isan aged warrior of the tribe, "Ah! shadow-muffled panther, with fierce
Falls on the brown of rude encircling wall, Ye are ill whispers of infernal fiends
Leaving a smoke-beclouded roof in gloom ; But we will drown the bitterness of woe,
!"
Falls on barb'd javelins, and bows and arrows, Frowning, foreboding, and bewildering fear
And many hunting spoils of him who lies
Near to his father, silent, stark, and cold ; Behold ! one stalks emergent from a cave ^
Ruddies the dark bare limbs of life and death. In yon far-off enfoldings of the hills,
Rich furs are under and over the young form Where he has lain in some enchanted swoon.
Furs golden, furs of lynx, and ocelot From when the moon her slender silver bow
A small uncomely dog, with pointed ears. Lifted in blue night, till she rose an orb,
Presses his faithful body to the corpse. Fully resplendent argent, even now.
He was a comely boy, a mighty hunter, And he is haggard, worn, emaciate
A bold young warrior, hope of all the tribe. With vigil and with fast a tawny hide ;
And his infirm old father's only stay. Of some wild beast about his grimy frame.
When humid morning, chill, and pale, and Charms of linked leopard's teeth upon his
wan, breast,
Peers at those intervals between the boughs And leopard's liver for an amulet.
Of wattled wall, yon ashes willbe grey, With stained, hideous face, and jingling bells.
And still the old man be cowering by the And for a head-gear feathers of a bird.
dead He sits among the mourners by the fire.
Then the fond faltering sire must wander forth Then all gesticulating chaunt a prayer
Alone ; away from this unpitying herd Till he, the prophet, fearfully convulsed.
Of yet unwounded men into the wild ;
Falls li'r:e a corpse ; but all the people cry :
There to fade slowly ; with a feeble hand " Oh moon ! Ilogo ! spirit of the moon !
Plucking the berries, pulling up the roots Thine are the rivers.
A living skeleton, grim woe and want Thine, Ilogo
In dim, scared eyes until the wolf and raven
; And the wilds and mountains.
Find him luw laid, their unresisting prey I Thine, Ilogo
Revealwho hath enchanted our beloved!
The father's wail, like mournful waves un- Oh moon! Ilogo! spirit of the moon!
"
seen. Hear us, Ilogo I
But later, figures gather in the open, And then the prophet from his death-like
Lamenting by a fire new-made the dead. . . . swoon
What wizard, with his incantation curst. Arouses from communion with the Moon.
;
Blasted the living ; changing to a foe. His dusky tribe are gathering around ;
And chilling fear, what was so amiable?" Silence falls ominous on all intent
Over the shoulder timorously glance Till with harsh, croaking tones the devil
They, at the very rustling of a leaf. proclaims :
To where the dead lie yonder in the forest, " Lamoli ! was she bewitch'd the dead
it I
Strewn with some hvmible offerings they need : Then all the naked savages roll eyes
: ! " ; ! —
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Of fanatic fuiy, and, yelling horribly, Proud English from " damn'd nigger" points
Rush toward a leaf-thatched cabin, shouting of view,
hoarse All would be damn'd indeed without reprieve.
" Let the Muave draught convict the witch !
They drag from thence a shrieking, innocent A lion once, a mightiest male lion,"
maid, Whom my good rifle's bullet had but maim'd.
Who shivers with the pang of mortal fear : Sprang in his wrath ; one huge and ponderous
Hustled she drains among the cursing crew paw,
Ordeal poison from a gourden bowl, Striking my shoulder, hurl'd me under him.
And, struggling piteous to reverse the doom Over me stood the vast dilated beast
Of her young murder, reels, and sinks, and Growling his paw weigh'd on my shatter'd
;
falls ;
shoulder
A hundred daggers mangling her fair life. . . . His great eyes glower'd ; his fangs gieam'd
Do these not need the Gospel of the Lord ? terrible ;
Even as a lion in his sultry lair When the brute shook me, numb indifference
Shakes off a myriad dew-drops from his mane. Stole over all my being, while I watch'd ;
So have I spurn'd all hampering obstacle. ^'ea, look'd into the formidable eyes
Regarding danger with a quiet smile. (So Love tempers inevitable blows
civiliser, shrink from Violence Of Fate for all the sons of suffering :)
Use Righteousness, and broad Humanity, A comrade fires ; the lion springs on him ;
Nor be ye loth to call auxiliar might My long life moves before me like a dream.
Of muscular right arm, or deadly rifle,
If these prove helpful in extremity. We fell'd our way through groves im-
pervious
Whose guiltless blood weighs on my soul To healthful daylight ; realms of ravenous
to-day ? beast.
1have not injured, mock'd, insulted any : And venom'd snake secreted in the gloom ;
Even the '^ damnd nigger" I have not con- These wound, entangle while his lower limbs
:
temn'd ;
Are chill'd by shadowy dews that ne'er exhale
Knowing that if the Lord regarded us From labyrinths of marshlight-haunted fen,
; — ! ! ! : ! —
; ;
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Dismal in dull death -gendering decay, Shadows are sharply blotted on the ground ;
His head and shoulders burn with torrid fire, Blue blazing daylight glares intolerable :
These lacerated feet refuse to bear But when some watermelon loll'd before us.
Me any further ; and I linger long, How all rush'd eager on the priceless prize,
A prisoner, waiting for my wounds to heal. A large green ball upon an arid soil
I have waded waist-deep in stagnating water Slashing the cool pink pulp, that wells with
Of inundated equatorial plains, life.
And, swathed in saturated raiment, march'd And burying mouths in fair fresh nectar-
On, till hot air hath drain'd their moisture dry springs.
Then, for how many torturing nights and days
Have I lain in the gripe of dire disease. How terrible is thirst I
When poor dark savage brothers tended me Hark ! shouts of joy break in upon the drear
With a white wife's untiring tenderness. Faint slumbrous silence of our fiery way
Some hearts, in sooth, of those my followers, All startled raise dim half-closed aching eyes
Quailing before long toil herculean, Behold the lake ! our goal in sight ! Hurrah 1
My long life moves before me like a dream ! One tells a tale of perilous hunts with spear,
Envenom'd arrows, shields of rugged hide
The cheerful bustle of the morning march ! Relates the infuriate, unwieldy charge
Shouts of the driver ; scuffling of loud beasts Of rough, one-horn'd, uncouth rhinoceros;
Delicious swims and baths in some lone pool, Or elephant snapping crush'ddishevell'd trees,
With chestnut-colour'd leaves in the blue With horrible, ear-bursting trumpet-bray.
glass, They tell of graceful, lithe, long - neck'd
And gorgeous birds reflected as they fly giraffes.
Beating the plain with undulating flight
Strong striding ostrich, spurning the burnt
Appears the dear wild nightly bivouac
sand
—
In some dim forest, I upon a couch
Of crawling dumb
;
to leeward of a herd
Of woven rushes, under a furr'd hide,
Kudu, or eland wearing wreathen horns.
Shelter'd, it may be, by a roof of boughs.
A grimy cauldron slung athwart the blaze Or they relate some wonderful weird tale
Held our repast of savoury buffalo-meat
Of sorcery and superstition strange ;
(Ere sunset had my rifle slain the beast)
For one affirms he knew in such a village
But now my dusky troop surround the fire,
A man who turn'd at intervals to leopard,
That ruddies their swart forms and visages,
Lurking in dens to feed upon mankind ;
Leaping to flame, with crackling faggot piled
Anon the beast's heart gather'd strong within
Subsiding soon to embers deeply glowing.
him ;
Illumined smoke drifts fragrant, wavering
Burn'd to devour, to lap the blood of men ;
Immoderate jests of nature's shameless child They pile more wood sitting in silence, ; till
Dazed with the wassail-bowl, and fumes that Another adds his marvel to the store.
rise
From gurgling gourds, to steal bewilder'd Is it all fable? is it all illusion?
sense. Nay, doth not our most awful Universe
Sense light as thistle - down ; gay young Lead poor, mad mortals to the wilds alone,
buffoons, Into a barren wilderness of souls ;
And elder fools allowing allusions free, Mask'd in stern iron, prison'd in adamant,
With frantic, half-lewd gestures, bounden only A fiery gulf between them and the world
By salutary fear of me, the Master. . . . Forbidden dear embracings of their kind,
! : : ! ! — ! ;; : ' ! ; ! ; —
! ! '
In tongues unknown, of import terrible. That never white man brought an African
That none may hear or comprehend but they; Here to the coast, save only to enslave
Nor even they, but in maim'd cadences But we would trust our Father; we had proved
Wind-wilder'd murmurs of a music wild. Him well, and he had promised yea, we ;
Whence without warning burst upon their And all of them have kindly hearts for us.
view, But round the wooden walls dark, iron mouths
Ocean Of demons gape whence, being touch'd with
;
To meet confusion of the hurrying cloud, And then our Father, very near to death,
; ; ! !! ; ; ;
Though his white friends would fain have Moving and murmuring, while star-worlds
borne him home, pass over.
Would suffer not his children to pursue When awake, dark forms are lying round
I :
Alone their arduous perilous return : Firelightwarms faintly mighty sylvan pillars,
'
My Makololo boys have served me well,' Rising from gloom to gloom they seem to my
:
"
Said he, 'and I will not desert them now !
' Drowsed senses ancient phantoms of the night.
Thousands of years, some say, the huge
Well I remember, O my splendid Sea, Mowana
How thy salt breath blew o'er me, as alive Flourishing lives, men around
while mortal
After interminable deserts drear. Fall with his leaves, and wither at his feet.
And dank hot jungles of the savage race, How could he tell of fleeting hopes and fears.
To come upon thee, Ocean, unaware, Of myriad passing loves, and woes, and wars !
Dear native element of all the free! Emmets and men, teeming and vanishing.
With British tars, and British hearts of oak. In halls of stone, or tunnell'd, chamber'd hills.
And the old fiery flag upon the wind ! Or wattled huts, as here men's thrilling lives
!
—
Tears blind my vision yonder England lies ! Gleam, firefly-like, a moment wonderful
A grey gull, in his strong deliberate flight Frail, nor so blithe as yon fair living lights.
Hover'd and slanted, dipp'd his breast in brine, That are and are not in the fragrant shade.
Exulting in the wind and turbulent foam ;
While half the mortal languor left my limbs,
And since she died,^^ rapture of my young
And I rejoiced with him. From sea to sea
years.
I traversed all the dark, blank continent
Love, and abiding pole-star of my life !
But later still, silence inviolate reigns Garlanded with odorous flowers.
Save for a low communing of weird wind Tranquil in the sunny hours.
Among high crowns of leafy ebonies. She sleeps in glory !
! ! : — ! ! ! —" —! ! ;
:
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Northward fair palm, and many a noble Who, pressing princely favours on my need.
growth With more than counsel, with material aid,
Of oriental forest tree, Further'd my humanising pilgrimage ^^ ;
Upon the marble of her grave Bitter and boundless, it may be unavailing
Mowana shadows gently wave, I shall not reach those Lusian settlements
Waver in glory. Upon the long'd-for coast all urge return.
!
Pearly light clouds about his purple form, " Return _j'5 then, my people! I will go
High in the azure, deep, and wide, and warm, Alone, if so indeed it needs must be !
Mount Morambala soareth high, With heavy tread, with heavier heart, I enter.
Serene in mountain majesty, Weary and fever-stricken, my small tent
Dreaming in glory Under a tamarind and 1 lean my head;
And I have heard of Toussaint L'Ouverture ! I told him he would perish of the cold
Yet we dumb doers crave some standing room, Sebweku had a stronger claim than he.
O ye, so deft and dazzling with the tongue !) Alas Sebweku
!
Who had interposed their bodies to avert We struck the massy bottom with a shock,
; ; ! ; — ; ;! ! ;;
That made our stout planks quiver slant- ; made him welcome, and they liked
All
ing up him well
Another beetling journeying watercliff, But the new wonderworld inflamed his brain
Second of three great billows lightning- Kept his mind whirling ever night and day ;
Struck us, and nearly swept us all from life. He cries " It is some fiend of the wild sea !"
:
Into the British war-brig anchor'd near. Proved boldest, skilfullest of mariners.
His fresh fantastic marvelling child-soul. Perilously braving mountainous ocean-waves,
So little tutor'd, ponder'd evermore And howling winds, our tight but tiny craft.
On all he saw within the war vessel Lad}/ Ayassa, from Mozambique flew,
Cannon, great coils of cable, ponderous chain, Resolved to harbour in far Asia.
Hammocks, and kitchen of the floating town, Mine own hands ruled the helm, my sleepless
Her sailors, and well-order'd soldiery ;
eyes
On the interminable water world, Watching the needle often would we clutch :
Strewn with dark swimming snakes, and Fast, lest some phantom billow whirl us forth ;
Dolphins and whales ; where azure fishes fly, Whose foam-fangs gleam'd in night's chaotic
And birds gleam in a momentary ray war
Out of dull storm that raves among the But my blithe monkey-nimble negro boys,
shrouds. While our spars heaving dipp'd in hissing sea,
Reeling to starboard and to larboard, he, Climb'd undismay'd, and clinging, deftly
By swaying lamplight, in the midnight hour. reeved
Lies wakeful, hearing labouring timbers groan. A rope, at my bawl'd orders, through a
Or shouted orders, piercing all the roar ;
block
And clear struck bells, dividing hour from hour. With ebony heads and frames immersed in
He, creeping up lone glimmering hatchway brine,
stairs. Held their brave breaths ; then with the rope
Beholds a gleam from that mysterious shrine between
Where, under lighted crystal, a slim needle White, shining teeth, return'd triumphantly.
Trembles for ever toward the hidden pole ; When by a miracle we made the port
Notes a bronzed mariner's strong vigilance Nor founder'd, leaving ne'er a living soul
Revolving with both arms the straining wheel, To tell the tale ; among tall mast-forests
Beyond wet decks, wash'd over by fierce seas In that great hazy harbour of Bombay,
Beholds tall masts, more tall than forest kings, None could discover, though they sought for
Robed in broad shadowy windy sails and long.
booms, Where our wee "Lady" had bestowed her-
Circling among wan stars in rifts of cloud. self!
! ; ! ! ; ; ! !
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How and amiable some scenes
glorious Bird-song has waned, and even the stridulent
Of gorgeous and human joy,
loveliness, Cicala sleeps ; a rare bee drowsily
That pass before mine inner eyes to-night Explores a twilit labyrinth of flowers ;
And there are sins, with poignant miseries, While heaven-blue elves with pulsing fans
Our subtler, jaded brains impart to him. alight
^^
Witness, the desolation and despair Over a ruin of red leaves, or sail
Of and kind,
guileless peoples, beautiful From light toshadow, like a jubilant
Basking in smiles of bounteous mother Earth, Song, failing in a tenderer low minor.
Wrought by pale Spaniards whom they held
; Gorgeous insects of metallic gleam
divine, Waver, and glance, and glimmer on the fronds.
Descended from the crystal firmament. Low, murmurous sound pervades all emerald
In silks and flashing armour, on white wings aisles.
Of golden galleons offering on their knees As though the floral earth and leaves were
;
Not poor blind islanders, but English fiends Amid lush herbage, under moss and loam,
!
Beware, O ye who follow after me, Clear away life superfluous, and death.
Of how ye deal with this, mine Africa Gorgeous fungi here and there reveal.
Where sun can pierce, traversing shadows
Methinks I hear some solemn state palaver. thrown
Held in the grand unwall'd assembling-place, Athwart them from some silken spider's line,
Thatch'd with bamboos and branches, when To and fro glancing when a zephyr breathes ;
Young Sun, ascending, shines on thatch like A sound, how plaintive and melodious,
snow, Swells in the green gloom it is like one note !
Revealing veins of herbs, and draining them From a sweet vibrant lyre a hidden bird
; —
Glancing among high senatorial boughs
Of feathery tamarind, or mahogany Women have gone, with infants slung
;
Resting on logs, all polish'd from long use. Pound in wood mortars these, or maize and
1 'erennial founts of eloquent, warm words millet
Are these untutor'd children (jf the sun ! Hem with some thorn, or fish-bone for a
needle,
Now reigns the blazing furnace of full noon : And fibres of a leaf; weave grassy cloths
And save for lillle rills that want no sleep. In looms, or spin with immemorial spindle.
Silence, before the intolerable glory. Some men have gone with quiver, targe, and
Kails on a cowering world of beast and man. spear,
! ! ; — ;
Now Sun steals westward ; and his fading Reedflute and drum
light Sound as they come,
Glows golden, while cool shadows at the Under your eyelight warm !
doors
Of leaf-embower'd villages are long. Many a boy,
Burning he falls into the forest sea. A dancing joy,
Inflames leaf-billows with purpureal fire ;
Many a mellow maid,
Drawing down souls to caves of the under- With fireflies in the shade.
world ;
Mingle and glide,
Whence in twelve hours he royal will arise Appear and hide,
From holy nenuphars upon the river I Here in a fairy glade :
Anon there smokes a savoury repast, Yet, ah ! sweet boy and lass,
Viands of venison, nuts, and season'd yams. Refrain, retire !
Love is a fire !
Of resinous torch, and lowlier village fires, Lawns of deep verdure by a silvern water
Mild as evanishing fireflies in the shade Wind-waved savannahs flush'd with floral
A night of love for lovely youths and girls, bloom,
Of revelry, and wine and flute playing, Clouded with saff'ron or cerulean flowers,
Psaltery, reed, marimba, or cithern ; And little silken blossoms of pure snow,
— — — ; ;
! : ! ! ;
Dark jasper-jewell'd women, as they fill . A hideous head protrudes from forth
. .
Watchfully lurking underneath wan water ; . Andromeda's red blood afflicts the river
. .
Dim treacherous shadows, motionless like Whom no fair winged Perseus may save
stone,
Monsters who linger from primaeval time, I travell'd over many lakes and rivers.
Ere man appear'd to rule In floating trees men hollow'd with an adze
For a canoe, my rowers with wild song
Nay, some pay them tribute of a prayer
still Paddling or poling, in accordant time
Offer their very little ones to soothe Of oar and voice, chanting some ancient stave
And sate bestial malign divinities! Of river-song in tones Gregorian,
These have their priest, temple, and sacrifice. Solemn and strange, ancient as Pharaoh
Or priestess, with observances impure :
So have green serpents, tongued with flicker- How wonderful it was to float along the
ing fire, river!
WTiose stealthy glide flames out in torturing Dreamily hearing water plash and gurgle
hells. . . . From my canoe's advancing sides and oars.
. . . Are these dark aberrations of the soul Washing among green rushes of the shore !
While, sunning them, they preen their little From shadowy bosoms offering fruits of
wings, Eden ;
Showering drops that trickle clown the stems ! Breathing a perfume as of Paradise
Earlier rains have fallen a fresh air ; From their soft islands; islands of the blest,
Fans clear and lucid now in morning hours ;
Bower'd to the marge, re-echo'd in the water ;
Vivid green pennons of tall rushes wave With many a fleecy cloudlet sailing slow.
Athwart blue light, with dense papyrus reed, Small richly armour'd quaint iguanas bask
Wherein soft brown gazelles rustle and play On every sunniest bough while startled eyes ;
'Neath hollyhock, brown bulrush, and flag- Of glorious lithe beasts flash for a moment
flowers. Out of the solemn sylvan opaline
A mighty river horse Of hoary forest boles, and swiftly vanish :
Blowing out spurts of water like a whale. A lovely praying mantis, green as leaves,
'^ Pnla, pula."
calls the "Son-in-law of Rests on green leaves; and green chameleons.
God " ;
i«
While ever and anon an ebony bird We wind along the waters rise from rain ; ;
Rouses from his dim dreaming on the sand, Blue hazy hills arise, saluting us.
And screaming harshly, wakes a long wild cry Often, when we have doubled some fair cape,
From some fish-eagle, widening vast brown With thud and plash fall fragments of rich
wings. loam
In shoals grave marabouts, with red flamin- And as we round low river promontories,
Crocodiles basking upon yellow sand,
goes,
Wade and behold yon bird on floating lotus
With dull green eyes, and huge obscene fang'd
; !
Where Burton came with Speke, whom Eng- When the fiery evening falls.
land mourns. Hell sulphureous appals,
Hath all his guardian mountains foliaged While thy blazing thunder calls,
From wave to heaven magnificently robed !
Mosi-oa-tunya !
tories.
His mile-wide water, clear as a clear day,
When these high hills are overarch'd with Gliding like lightning into the abyss.
azure, Clear a moment, ere thou blanch
Dipping his paddle in a light blue water, Into a mile-wide avalanche.
Beholds embower'd in sweet shingly coves Snowfall lapsing twice the height
Palm-nestled, hive-like huts and villages, Of Niagara in his might I
Whose dwellers ply their busy crafts on shore, Born of thy resounding day,
While fishing gear and boats adorn the Myriad meteors o'er thee play
strand . . .
There is an evergreen dark grove,
, . . And what if thisgreat water gender Nile?''' Guarded by thine own awful love :
. . . Where issueth else the mighty water No bird of hers carols aloud,
forth ? Mosi-oa-tunya
!! ! ! !
found.
Planting his own Bechuana speech abroad
Tortured, pent-up, and madden'd, with strong Among the nations opening thereby;
A wild tumultuous rumour, earth and heaven Into a heretofore unletter'd tongue.
confounding.
By moonlight, or by starlight, when we
pause
After, the river rushes, a long green
Upon the river's bosom, ah ! how fair !
And with eternal youth imbued. Slackens bent bows of young impetuous lives.
By a lapse of gentle rain Baffling the swift-wing'd arrows of their aim ;
Of bounteous corn, a few starved boys and A sudden deafening crash of musketry !
Beside fair river-banks, beside wreck'd huts, Strain their necks impotent in yokes of iron,
Under green trees, under red rocks, in caves, Grappled around them by their insolent foes.
Ghastly anatomies, in attitudes Hundreds in panic blind man, woman, —
Of mortal anguish, writhed, and curl'd, and child-
twisted, Plunge among waters of deep Lualaba ;
Mutually clasp'd in transports of despair Whose drowning bodies the swift current
hurries ;
In one closed cabin, when mine eyes con- These, maim'd swollen corpses, drifting far
form away,
To on a rude raised bed
its faint twilight, Hideously-croaking famish'd alligators
Appear two skeletons in mouldering weeds Fight for portentous lashing furious trains.;
The head of one fallen from its wooden Pulling asunder human trunks and limbs
pillow;
And piteous between them a small form But follow ye the stolen journeying slave
Of a starved child, nestled by sire and mother. Behold her toiling shackled, starved, and
The dead, and living wounded, and the babes, goaded
Are flung by those contemptuous conquerors Upon her weary way through wild and wood.
To feed loathsome hyenas, that assemble Under the sunblaze till her bleeding feet ;
Through lurid smoke of sunset, gaunt and Refuse their ofiice ; till she faints and falls
grey Whom the tormentors, with a curse and jeer.
With obscene screaming vultures, heavily Torture to sense of cruel life once more :
Wheeling, or swooping rending the live prey. ; Two burdens doth she carry one, her babe ;
One infant darling, weeping, wilder'd, still She cannot bear them both they snatch the ;
All the parch'd earth ; she cannot stumble Glorious worlds, unknown to mortal men.
far— My spirit yearns to you from hollow orbs
Now shouts arise to kill her — it is done ! Soon shall I slake my longing all divine
Christ saith to Satan: "Hold! the child Even in you, with higher powers than these
shall sleep
!
Of this poor worn-out body !
Now my soul
Seeks those immortals, who have passed away
From earth to yonder infinite star-worlds
CANTO V World within world, sun, planet, comet,
moon,
Solemnly purple night reigns over me, All in their order and their own degree.
With all the solemn glory of her stars. One crimson, and one golden, and one green.
Sublime star-worlds, who never have dis- Harmonious hearing a low voice of Love !
How often, when the moon among your Planet of Love ! Ntanda,'^ fair firstborn
lights Of evening, tremulous dew in a sweet rose
Glided, with her wan face beholding day (She is so large, and clear, she sheds a
A slim canoe, carven from tender pearl, shadow :
And Africaner, the black conqueror. Forbid, stamp out, the accursed trade in men :
Whose very name was terror to the world Nor dare neglect the mission of the strong,
Of his resistless ruining career, To bind the oppressor, and to help the poor!
Moffat alone, no weapon in his hand.
Subdued with silent spiritual power. Then shall these glorious immemorial rivers,
The haughty devastating spirit bow'd. And inland seas, mine eyes have first be-
Like Saul of old, a willing thrall to Christ; holden.
So that all marvell'd to behold the man, The Lord's highways of holiness and peace,
Saying, "Can this indeed be Africaner?" Alive with white-winged ministers of heaven,
I have unveil'd before the feeble eyes. Waft sunnier glory to the jubilant shores
Inured to twilight of a prison cell, Of Ethiopia, and the Maurian's land
Little by little, His fair radiance, Lift up her dark deliver'd hands to God
Reflecting Him, though faintly, in my life. I may not see it ! Like Israel's leader, I
Also I made myself as one of them, Am but a pioneer to bring the people
Seeking the bent and habit of their souls, Out of bondage as on Pisgah's height,
their :
That I might govern, order, set to use. I may beholdthe promised land from far. . . .
And I would have wise lovers of mankind, Children of hope and morning, enter ye
Dwelling through all the land in colonies ;
In realms more wonderful than Africa Hark ! the tranquillity of burning noon
For in our Europe and America, A distant shot disturbs !
— and now another
Sun, ocean, earth, are vassals unto man ; Men rouse them — what is it ? another shot
"
! — ! ! !
Itmust be some approaching caravan. His living need, and sent strong hearts to
Shall theyawake the Master? Nay, he hears : help.
He is awake, and, listening, wonders too ;
Young, namesake of a faithful friend at home,^'
Hoping, and fearing communing with God. ;
Finds all the falsehood of a traitor's tale :
He sends his trusted servant to discover But Stanley finds the murder'd man alive !
Who is the leader of the caravan. Ilis ardent spirit bounds with generous joy,
He has heard rumours of a white man near. Proudly exultant for himself hath found
;
Who ? can he be commissioned to relieve ? The man whom Europe and America
!"
"'Tis only some pale trader after all Delight to honour, and desire to save.
The messenger in breathless haste returns :
He has seen the leader of the coming band : Who should this be with venerable mien,
''
a white man and he seeks for thee.
It is ! And ashen hair, and worn wan countenance,
My Master he hath large supplies with him
!
!
Travel-marr'd, in dun raiment, with bowed
But Livingstone can scarce believe for joy. form,
And yet what grateful accents from afar Wearing a mariner's goldbanded cap ;
Come faintly wafted on this Afric air ? Of aspect firm, beneficent, and calm ;
Advancing down the forested hill-sides Yet Stanley knows it must be Livingstone
Of Ukaranga swiftly they arrive
! : Longing to clasp him in a friend's embrace,
Eager Ujiji pours excitedly And yet restraining transports honourable.
To give the strangers greeting — a black crowd. He only bares the deeply reverent head,
Among dim huts and trees, with bearded With questioning accent naming the great
grave, name.
Flowing-robed, turban'd Arabs, in the rear Livingstone warmly grasps the proffer'd hand.
Of England's great explorer, waiting now And after salutation courteous
To welcome his unknown deliverer. To some around, these recent yet fast friends
How? 'tis the banner of America! Turn toward the claybuilt tembe ; whose
America saves England —mighty Child broad eaves
Of mighty Mother, it is nobly done I This afternoon shall shelter two glad men.
Join your two strong right hands for ever- In place of one alone and desolate.
more. The traveller, slowly dying yesterday,
And swear that none shall sever them anew Now shares with relish in a plenteous meal,
Then tremble, crown'd oppressors of man- Reiterating " You have brought me life "
: !
kind !
England, America, on your free soil Letters from loved ones, how long silent
The slave may kneel ; but only kneel to God ! soon
Thou, gallant Stanley, scorning toil, alert, The pilgrim reads ; and while soft evening
Stern battling with thy formidable foes, wears.
Hast won the Ijrilliant prize ; and Europe They sit communing of how many things
turns They speak of friends of some whom fame
;
But Murchison, and some true friends beside, Then the explorer tells a wondrous tale
In England, as beyond the sundering sea, Of his exploits, adventures, and desires.
Firm in sagacious confidence, divined But on himself, emerged but yesterday
; ! —
! ; ; " ! ; ; ;
.
LIVINGSTONE IN AFRICA
From forests of the dark barbarian, His dark and awful Mistress, Africa.
His comrade pours a flood of radiance But that inveterate foe, the dire disease,"
From royal Europe trembling to her base, Watching lynx-eyed for opportunity,
And deluged in the lifeblood of her sons Found it, alas when, with a dwindling life,!
France, the Colossus, shatter'd at Sedan ; The old, but still young-hearted traveller
Her emperor, with all her chivalry, Would flounder, as in manhood's vigorous
Slain, or enthrall'd while Germany the
;
prime.
proud Through foul morasses, many hours a day.
Draws stern inveterate coils of battle close The foe sprang on him and he felt full well
;
About the fairest city in the world Its gripe this time was mortal then the flesh :
Moltke and Bismarck are dismembering Quail'd and rebell'd— let him but struggle
France home
William assumes old Barbarossa's crown Homeward they hasten life ebbing apace. —
In that great mirror'd chamber of the halls. And first he rides ; but soon they carry him.
Which Louis, Gaul's grand monarch, piled So when they have arrived at Muilala,
in pride He bows the head "A hut where I may —
!
The wanderer listens, marvelling, to all Now all the mists of death pass over him :
While darkness deepens over Africa. Terrible pain, ill dreams with longings vain
;
He turns to dearer themes tells how he — For one glimpse of a loving face afar.
yearns It is the hour of mortal agony.
For home and his beloved ; but would fain Watchman will the terrible night soon pass?
!
Finish his work, since all the means are here. Then through the darkness mounts a bitter
"
" Nor will my labour now detain me long !
cry ;
They pore upon their notes, and charts As through more darkness upon Calvary
arrange Rose a more bitter crying from the Lord.
The future, lying on a fur-strewn floor.
By oil-light, burning in a shard for lamp ; Gloomy the night and sullen ; whose faint
Sipping black coffee, breathing fragrant breath
fume . . .
Moans among grasses of a lonely hut
With other heart and other hopes to-night While Bemba mourns with dying wave afar . .
Livingstone hearkens to the solemn sound . .Behold a dim procession slowly moves
. !
Outworn with mighty labour and long pain, And those dark silent followers obey.
Help'd even more the Mistress of his .soul, But Majuahra kneels beside the bed ;
! ! ; ; ;! " —
! ! ! !
Dark Majuahra, a young slave set free, His dark youths bear him in the rude grey
Quietly sleeping, enters into rest. By lake, and dismal swamp, and rolling river,
A lamp faint glimmers on the little slave, Slowly their dark procession winds for ever.
As on those grand wan features of the dead . . . How would the Chief exult at every sight
. . . Daylight has dawn'd— the Conqueror Alas those eagle eyes are seal'd in night.
!
is crown'd I
Behold them winding over hill and plain,
In storm, in sunshine, calm and hurricane
Then all were best to do.
consult what it And if they may not hide what thing they
And his true followers, he has loved, whom bear.
And taught, and saved from bondage worse Men banish them with horror and wild fear.
than death, Far from all human dwelling nor will feed ;
;
Who have shared his perils and long wander- Nor furnish aught to fill their bitter need ;
ings ;
them with hindering word and deed.
Assailing
Chumah, Hamoyda, Susi, and the rest But though their burden may not wake to
Resolve to bear away the dear remains. cheer.
Even to the coast a thousand miles away — The Hero-Spirit hovers very near:
That so the English may receive their Chief, Upon them rests the holy Master's power :
And bring him home where he desired to be. — His soul before them moves, a mighty tower !
But fearing lest the village interpose. They, and the body, rest beneath the stars,
They hide the truth of their commander's Or mooned ghostly-rainbow'd cloudy bars ;
death ;
Until at length they hear the sounding sea,
And, building a high fence around a booth. In all the grandeur of Eternity
Bury the body's inner parts beneath A solemn, strange, a holy Caravan !
Embalming it with salt that purifies. Expanding her white wings for a long flight
Last in rude bark of a great tree they bear him It is not far from when we look'd for him.
Toward the isle of clove and cinnamon,^ In Maytime we had hoped to greet the sail,
Bulbul and orange, and pomegranate flower; Wafting our conqueror to rest
stainless
Carrying their dead Leader to the sea, In his own land, irradiate with love,
Who in glad triumph should have brought Wearing our well-earn'd honour on his brow.
them there Then bells would have peal'd over him, and
flowers
Strewn his triumphant path, and shouts of joy
The Caravan Have rent the summer air to welcome him.
A solemn, strange, a holy Caravan So we have welcomed our victorious
When was the like thereof beheld by man ? Warriors yesterday from Africa
Slow journeying from unconjectured lands. .\nd so alas have mourn'd the noble band
!
LIVINGSTONE IN AFRICA
But all fair colours of the many nations Listening to our earliest nightingale
In harbour, flying low from many a mast, Under the woodland sprays of soft young
And minute guns, and muffled voice of bells, green
With reverent silence of assembling throngs, But we have strewn spring flowers upon the
And mourning emblems in the public ways, bier
Mournfully tell of how the hero comes! And we have wrought in white azaleas
A cross thereover ;
Queen
while our kindly
Now yet a little further carry him. Has twined her delicate wreath for him and ;
Among the ashes of our mighty fallen. All Europe, and his Country bending over ;
Behold ! world-honour'd Shades that haunt While solemn music soars with seraph plume;
the fane, Pearly soft sun -rays, like sweet wings of
Statesman, or monarch, poet, soldier, sage doves,
The while he moves along their awful line Enter yon high clerestories, and abide
To his own hallow'd English sepulchre ;
Athwart grey marrying fans of the dim ceiling:
From yon far forest of lone Muilala So all we mourners, piers, and monuments,
Moves to more glorious glooms of West- Cilow with a rainbow glory, as from Heaven.
minster
Bend in a grand reverent humility Is it not better as the Lord hath will'd ?
Before our stainless warrior of the cross ; On his own chosen he falls,
battle-field
Uncursed of any humblest human soul ; Still pressing forward, face toward the foe
words
Of faithful hope, words we are breathing now, While some surmise thedubious dim realm,"^
Over that heart entomb'd in Africa. Where he surrender'd to a sacred cause
For though she hath restored some dust to us, His very life-breath in a life-long war.
In life, in death, she claims to hold his heart Molds verily the furthest founts of Nile !
That awful phantom guarded - Presence- Wandering ever in wan ways unknown
chamber, Of shoreless ocean toward the dying day,
Where never mortal came !— there blinded Daring, presumptuous mortal to assail !
^ See note F.
TO dvaae^es yap ^pyov
/lira /JL€V -wXdova riKTei,
<T<j>€Tipa 5' dKhra yivpq..
yEscHYLUS, Again.
Ibid.
PREFATORY NOTE
I HAVE taken some liberties with the history lives and opinions of Vanini, Cardan, Bruno,
of that part of Switzerland in which the scene or "Ezzelin the Monk." Sigismund is a
of my tragedy is principally laid ; but I be- philosophical Tannhatiser (such men as Beck-
lieve I am justified in regarding this as ex- ford, Byron, and De Musset are not unlike
cusable in the case of a drama not primarily him, perhaps, in character), who suffers retri-
historical. The have taken, more-
liberties I bution, and the arrogant impiety of whose
over, are not of great importance. I have philosophy suffers rebuke, in accordance
suppressed the historical Bishop of Coire, with the law, known alike to Hebrew, Greek,
and blended the revolt against the Abbot of and recent science, that ^^ the sins of the
St. Gall with the revolt against him. As fathers
are visited upon the children." I
regards the Peasants' War, Rudolph of have thought it in accordance, however,
Werdenberg did indeed play the part I have with modern taste to leave somewhat un-
assigned to Ralph but I must confess that defined the specifc nature of the crimes com-
;
^schylus and rhododendrons were probably mitted by members of the guilty race, such
not known at that particular moment and specific explanation not being essential to
place. The incident of the Sub-Prior's visit the development of my plot.
of remonstrance to Sigismund was suggested, Moreover, what our own experience and
partly by a similar one in the life of Beckford, our own science teach us about life in this
the author of "Vathek," which was related respect may wear an appearance slightly
to me when I was a boy by some of the different from that which the same law wore
people near Beckford's place, Fonthill Abbey, of old. What we now perceive is the fact
and partly by the doings at Medmenham of half evil, half insane tendencies unre- —
Abbey, in the last century. The revellers strained, or unsuccessfully resisted trans- —
of that time were infidel, as well as reckless mitted from generation to generation, and
livers ;but their creed was the materialism bearing their bitter fruit of multiform sin,
of their epoch. The ideas and sentiments sorrow, pain yet not without hope of salva-
;
however, rather with that peculiar colour Of the have only sought
three "unities," I
which so often characterised the speculative to observe that of action but although a
;
and practical impiety of the Middle Ages. unity of motive pervades the whole com-
I need only allude to the tenets of certain position, it may in some sense also be re-
Gnostics, Sufis, and Beguins ; as also to the garded as a trilogy.
DRAMATIS PERSONiE
Count Sigismund.
Ralph (his son).
Adrian (son of Lady Blanche).
Sir Walter Davenant (guardian of Constance, and subsequently of Ralph).
Chialderer (a leader in the popular revolt).
Hans (a hunter).
Rudolph (a young boy, son of one of Sigismund's tenants).
The President of the Court of Justice of the newly-formed Republican League.
An Austrian Commander.
An old Swiss Serf.
Peter (another peasant).
ACT I
You know I said I could not take you yet
Cons. Ah I what a dreadful tale my maiden
Scene I. and a simple Meal in a
Fi-uits, told
Of snowy mountain, azure lake, and river? Cons. You frighten me ; I know you never
Soon let us go there with our little Ralph I were
— ! ; ! ! ! !
You would not wound me willingly : the folk As I sat in mine oriel to-day,
Margaret prattled of, they never loved ; They wheeled him round and round our
Or parents tied unholy bonds, or they, pleasant garden,
With hearts unwed, forswore themselves to Under slim aspens, whispering jasper-hued
God. Athwart opal horizons, and pearl sky.
Your errors must be venial and you ; Then all my weird wild thought's dim laby-
Were surely tried beyond all others, dear. rinth,
Sig. Nay but, my Constance, you are n With hideous monsters that inhabit there,
mere child ! Even as demons at the holy sign,
You should have wed some angel, not a man I Vanished before the treble of a child,
Cons. Ah! why so bitter? be not harsh. Vanished ; and left a sky serene as his.
or cold Serene as light his singing rippled through.
Yet am I jealous ; strive to guard yourself, Cofts. Prattling so blithely, like a little
But some confound me ; seem most dangerous. Of some dark forest, or athwart grey clouds,
Often I know not what I should believe Running toward me, all one melody.
And this makes me unhappy, when you speak As an unhoped-for rill, in a hot land.
Of how both Catholic, and our reformed Starts up and sings to a thirsty wayfarer
Pastors are foolish, and of how the truth Cons. You say you are evil yet you love !
That makes me dizzy, gazing from the brink Come up this evening, Sigismund, and see !
would
Constance singing to the child in his cot,
Not lead me
from the truth, for you are good
who, half asleep, also sings at intervals.
And true, — only
I cannot follow, thus — The door ajar. SiGlSMUND listening
My head turned when I tried to climb the
and looking from outside.
rock,
Where mounted easily
you, a springbok, !
my
Cons, (sings). Pause awhile, lovely child,
Ah right is surely right, and wrong is wrong.
!
Ere thou fly away from me
We must be led by our good hearts, I think. The world is traitorous and wild,
Kept pure by Him who always answers No warm wing to shelter thee.
prayer. Pause awhile I
Cons. But I must go and watch tlie little Infant moments no stain,
feel
floweth
She singeth him to sleep; and with
Stg. Is not the young moon pretty, baby boy ?
one foot Ralph. Does Jesus live in pretty moon,
In dreamland, he too followeth her singing, mamma ?
Floating his wavering bright waifs of song. Cons. Darling, I know not ;
yet perchance
To follow in the wake of her full sail He may
So water flames through twilight of stirred [To SiGiSMUND.] Now carry him back, for
leaves. he must really sleep [Exeuttt. !
Large-looming in a warm glow of faint fire. And yet I shall and my fate
grow weary ;
Fluctuant o'er the ceiling : in his mind Calls me to yonder regions, where I may
It mingles with some favourite tales of fay, Not take her, and the child yet ah if only : !
And wondrous giant ; until, half afraid, The hallowing of their influence abode
Once more he passes wholly from the realm With me for ever ! but afar from her
Of misty slumber into waking-world. Beneficent orb, straightway, alas ! I fall
Rising on cherub arm, he peers around Under some tyranny of a baleful star.
For mother, with half-timid face, bewildered. How often shall I struggle, and resolve
"Darling, lie down! 'tis only mother's With mortal throes of agony to loose
shadow !
The serpent rings of sin that stifle me !
Dimly he comprehends her ; and obeying, How often shall I feel the tightening,
Smilingly sinketh into rest again. When, like a fool, I half believed me free
Behold ! the pillow sloped about his curls, Ah fascination of malignant eyes.
!
In dark soft dells ; his flower-features turn, And hot rank breath, that with insane delight
Ever as a sunflower towards the sun, Maddens me, though I loathe it Ah the ! !
O
! !! ! ; !
;! ! !
accurs'd. . . .
Enter the Sub-Prior of St. Gall.
But may she not be baffled ? If I fall.
Tangled in more than Clytemnestran toils, Sir, I receive no guests. What is your
May not my child be the deliverer. pleasure ?
Who shall arrest the spiritual plague ? Sub-Prior. My lord, I feel the weight upon
Standing between the living and the dead, my soul
Atoner, swinging a fair golden censer, Of duty unfulfilled : I know that you . . .
The tower of truth may vanish at a scoff. That so you are seeking to revive the cult
It frowns impregnable Of demons, whom poor damned souls long
If but a tithe of what men tell be true, ago
Your life dishonours an illustrious name ;
Worshipped ! A very witch's sabbath yours.
Ancestral knights, who wrought in ancient My lord, my
humble yourself in dust
lord !
Or mindless rangers of the woods for prey. Sub-Prior. Sir Count ; in some dim tor-
I am the people's friend : inquire of them tuous gallery
Who till these lands or trellis-wandering vine That looks on a quadrangle of your castle.
If I am their oppressor ! You and yours Where the stone fountain plays, no less than
Have robbed the widow and the fatherless : two
And that is why your venomous calumny Strange, evil creatures ran against me : one,
Assails my fame You hate me for I pluck
! ;
A fair and wanton youth with bare white
Your victims from among the hoofs of scorn. breast,
Unlock their fetters, shatter their dungeon- Gorgeously garmented the other, a yellow, ;
Them of more living treasure than mere hurt you, father ? One's my page
gold— The other. Baron Wenceslas, my guest.
Of hope, salvation, heaven, very God. Sub-Prior. 'Tis shrewdly guessed the page
God's enemy ! blasphemer of the Church ! is a fair lady !
Profaner of all holiest mysteries ! Your barony, that should have been a blessing,
This, the most heinous of your crimes, and Stinks — very plague-spot of the common air
least, .^SV^'-. I know not wherefore I have suffered
That you have boldly violated virtue, you
Scoffing at all her seemly decencies To prate thus far ; but if you prize your life,
Yea, strewn her modest members on the wind. Your freedom, grey-beard wanton, prate no
But worse what of these mummeries profane?
! more
I dare not name them : scarcely I believe. Sir Monk, melhinks you have wellnigh for-
my by me.
lord, Behold ! the sword of everlasting doom !
I shall not shrink from harsh and wholesome Sig. Ah ! there's the sum and substance of
speech ! \,A pause. my sin
Sig. So you deem vice the least of my That I presume to question and denounce
offences ? God manifest in —a priest's voracity !
Szib-Prwr. Surely ! to flout the proffered Yea ! I have taught the peasants to resist
Worms who rebelled against Him, and yet Impious monstrosities you charge me with,
live Prove them mere babble of a priest proves
!
To rob us of our tithes and pastureland. Heaven can be bribed, moreover, with shed
Bid them restore the spoil do penance and blood.
; ;
Beware lest Heaven unleash the hounds of And agonies, and sensuous offering
hell! (Though men have senses and itself have none)
; ! ! ! ! — !
Of wrought gold, incense fume, and wreathen Insinuates poison in the bowl ; behold !
And yet she is no bawd for one to buy To swallow our own swelling words ; to crow,
Rather the only Incorruptible ! . . . Or whimper, as it pleases, and yet dream
Nemesis! Nay, who is she? In her name We are free — no puppets ! until, in the end,
Were those poor innocents slaughtered here We cry for warmth and food alone ; then life,
Soft slumber's rapture your festival — is Sub-Prior. Too true, my lord ! men's
Of the Divine Child to our little ones! treasure is above,
The flooring trembled —sunken with the Or nowhere in the world. Oh, would that
freight yours
Of innocent human lives yawned, buried all — Were garnered yonder
In hideous heaps of mortal agony ! Sig. You gaze upon my pool mercurial.
Were these our blackest sinners and their Alembic, flask, and symbols of a lore
seed? You love not ; there be creatures hovering
Nay, sir, the blackest of them staid at home. Around, strange intimates, unseen by you ;
All is whatsoever is
confusion : Yea, spirits mild or awful, night and day,
Seems right or wrong, according as we stand. Meet me on mount and mead familiarly.
Eat and drink then to-morrow we shall die.
! Yonder abide the ever-tranquil gods.
Sub- Prior. And yet you blame our Robed in a luminous immortality,
" tyranny," our " fraud " ! Dispensing doom to mortals, weal or woe.
Another's wrong is wrong because another's : .Sun, stars, and moon, WMth you do I consort
But your dear wrong is right, for it is yours WTio in serene heights of philosophy
O " worldly wisdom " Let me be a fool ! Contemplates truth abides above the vain
Sig. Well, all's confusion now you have ;
Human divisions of mere good and ill,
struck home. That common mortals hold for absolute.
" I only know this— that I nothing know." One with essential Nature, in calm scorn
Sub- Prior. Apart from revelation and the He allows all winds of anger and desire
Church. To sway the poor flesh -phantom, as they list
And yet you pile some fabric of a creed Yea, in life's lower sphere he worshippeth
Upon mere void of private fantasy ! Fair foam-born Aphrodite, and her son
Sig. All isillusion for we love a maiden.
: There are two poles of dark Necessity,
Or friend ; we swear no power shall pluck Named Good and Evil. All the prosperous
away times.
The draught Or grievous all heroic and base lives.
of love from our blest lips for ;
Fades, palls upon us, like mere satiate Here crawleth in a sanguinary gloom.
Ambition One who sneers, the while we
! Is there no curse upon mine ancient house?
sleep. Sir, I could tell you tales of what hath been
— — —— — ; :
The sires, whose fell career I might unfold And if they found thee, where no monk
And I arraign them not for who of us ; before
Breathes self-engendered ? Sub-Prior. I have done my master's bid-
Sub-Prior. Nay, unhappy man, ding, and depart.
Pause and consider ! If you had a son. [^Exit abruptly, without salutation.
Supremely loved Sig. {sol.). A murrain on their ignorant
Sig. How, father, I a son ? insolence 1
Sig. Nay, God forbid ! Why torture me, Ser. No, my lord.
Sir Priest, Sig. Yet I gave orders
With a mere feigning ? Before the priest came. Instantly ! dispatch !
Sub-Prior. I but bring it all W^here shall I find a man who will obey me ?
Home to thine heart, to show thee 'tis a Sirrah, you quit my service from this hour !
Deem'st thou the Church so old and impotent. Ser. My lord, I crave your pardon ; but
Since Frederick, and the leaven of Mahomet, the steed
Since your new-fangled learning, and ill Has long been waiting your good pleasure.
dreams Sig W^ell
Of cursed Paynims, risen from deep hell Fool not to know My sword ! !
Not Huss, not Waldo, not Averroes, [He hurries i-apialy to the postern.
Hath ever spoken viler atheism.
Sig. Averroes Hast thou read Averroes ?
!
Sub- Prior. Read him read Satan Holy Scene II. Before the Postern of the Castle:
! !
Mary no ! !
a Horse caparisoned.
Finding some yellow heathen scroll preserved
Among our abbey muniments last year, Sig. W^here went the fat priest ? He shall
I wrote illuminated litanies pay for this,
—
Therein the wicked words are all rubbed Yea, with his life Who saw him ? !
But I will send our learned brother Paul So please your lordship, ambling down the
To argue, and confute thee, and convince path
Sig.Nay, by the rood, one holy man's By yonder ilex.
enough ! [SlGlSMUND W£^?<«/j; butin blindfury
I shall know how to guard myself. Adieu ! he reels in his saddle, and wouldfall,
For I must pray thee, father, to begone, but that the soldier supports him.
! — — ! ! ; ! !
[At ike sight of her SiGlSMUND re- Much I repent that counsel ; and yet, Blanche,
Would that the priest might win you to You are beautiful !
renounce
On warm white undulations of your heart
like,
Yields, a soft calyx to the waxen flower
Apply some healing of a blither speech !
Of your white bosom blossoming, white
flower,
Blanche. W^ell, shall we hawk ? the day is
Tinct with rose-violet of applebloom,
very bright,
And I would prove the palfrey of your choice.
Dark hair, one misty night above your brow,
Sig. [To Blanche.] So let it be; our Of slenderest symmetry, why hide thee now
orchard shades are fair !
Behind a sheen of gold-inwoven cloud ?
I am your slave again, arrive what may
\_To the Servant.] We shall not ride this
I will lie upon your bosom's ocean
morning : take the horse. \_Dis7n0unts.
Yea, drown, and perish there
Blanche. To some remembrance, how !
Yet cold the charm And calm yourself a moment while I speak.
Of scenes in tame, pale moods revisited,
Sig. Ah ! the rapturous hours
When you gave- counsel to me, lying here. Blanche. Know you that I have seen your
That I should wed a miserable sot northern maiden ?
My freedom what avails it ?
! Is not the wild steer captive to the kid ?
You are cold ! Yet you are restless in your silken bonds,
Sig. Nay, say not so ; no fuller draughts It is reported, and yourself confirm.
of life, Sig. How ! you have seen her ?
Ruby-red, sparkling, hath my spirit quaffed, Whom, then, have you seen ?
! ! : — ! — — ! !
Sig. Such an one have I never even named ! Dull, level, stale, and common as straight
Blanche. 'Tis even so, but hearken, Sigis- roads.
mund. Interminable over weariest wastes,
Do you remember when the delicate flower Were worthy of a plodding hind, not you.
Of pear and apple, wafted from young sprays, So, I, as by mere casual allusion,
Fell, soft as tender day dreams of young love. Conversing with the lady, spake of thee,
Into warm grass; while song-birds in full And of our friendship, telling all the tale
song Of your wild life — what terrible dark deeds,
Dipped shimmering athwart the open blue ? 'Tis well attested, the grey castle sees I
Above your terrace, where red roses twine, But I so fashioned my report that she
Where o'er the balustrade we saw yon river Should know the man she deems her wedded
Gleam through so many subtly varying lord
tones And my so faithless criminal are one.
Of bloomy verdure, tender-moulded clouds, Alas, poor wretch ! she thinks you married
Manifold even as the sunny themes, her!
Our mutual converse winding visited ? Well, that was cruel
And then my foolish hand was on your What a life were his.
heart, sheep returned to fold
If e'er the truant
While you were telling me of one you knew And you— you passed for sheep immaculate,
In other lands —in England ; and you told Being all wolf!
The place where you had known her, yet her She must be innocent
name Indeed, for my revealing seemed a blow
You told not ; but my fancy, swift as light, That smote her deadly white, and made her
Glanced over damsels whom I deemed, per- reel
chance, She shook, all wan and 'wildered, though
You might have known among those English revenge,
clouds. With hatred, kindled in the meek blue eyes,
And, look you, when I spake the name of one, concluded all my torturing tale
Ere I
Under my foolish hand I felt your heart Only no spoken word avowed the stab,
Throb loudly, tho' you said it was not she Nor aught of her relation with the fiend I
Far-off, retired, reputed a wed wife. The Viper doth invite you to Milan,
.Sig. Reputed How ? ! Where you may reinforce the Ghibelline.
Blattche. Nay, do not interrupt Shorn Samson making sport for Philistines
She did not bear your title, nor your name. Is no fair sight !
Fold for tame flocks, not free magnanimous Wisely, were verily a kingdom, love !
Till towering, wore imperialit Only nor she, nor her sole kinsman, knew
Purple of Caesar, and the triple crown : Aught of my stained glory : so I won
Even so, my Sigismund, our own may rise I Her trustful to conceal our nuptial bond
Why, your strong ancestors were sovereign In a remote retirement, for awhile
In Rheinthal, ere this very Hapsburgh To wear a humbler title than her due ;
Doth no ambition pulse in your blue But fearing verily wanton tongues
lest
Is all thine own, thou Genius of Death ! I think they must be searching for her
So you have slain my darling, slain my dove ! still
My one oasis fire and sword devour Mournfully yonder, for they would not dream
Once was I partly yours I knew you not. : Of looking in so mean a world as ours
Nor had I then been lulled to holier moods, So I concealed her in a forest shrine.
By heavenlier music, in a lovelier air, Adoring there, at rest, and all alone. . . .
Near yon pure fountain of tranquillity But you have found her, Eleanor, Medea
Now only the hot sense rebellious Blanche. Merciful saints that I have loved !
Degrees there are in human infamy ! Blanche. Sir Count, no crime. I have
If a too guileless innocence may fall Trusted by neither, shuffling 'twixt the two
Into abysses of flower-wreathen wrong. No citizen of Satan's realm nor God's
Vet doth your serpent wisdom of the world, Spurned out of heaven, vomited from hell
Down in his dust, from blind denial err. Tossed in blind Limbo, mockery of all
You never loved me What a fool was I Now you are wroth, you are not beautiful.
!
Sig. Who doubts it, dear? Yet am I not Cons. Refrain from insult. Much I fear
forsworn. that all
I But you weary me with vain
loved you. She told was truth. Have you not glossed
Reproaches. I have told you lawful love foul crimes
May live a house-mate with fair concubines With those smooth words you are the
In a man's heart you are too short, too : despot of,
I warned you not to harbour the vile lies Am no more child, but woman My sweet !
How can I tell ? Ah ! where is my fond Weeping here at my feet, henceforth for ever
faith ? To loose all hold upon your guilt, if only.
Sig.Descend from your proud palaces of If only she, of whom you named you black
snow Betrayer, could but pardon ; were it possible
To my warm human world with me, since I You sobbed — but no ! she could not pardon
Cannot breathe yonder I condole with you ! never
That you have wed a mortal by mistake Now you retract your solemn pledge, your vow !
Being born a goddess but now never dream ; You are going : and you will not promise me
Of hoisting me to godhood Be content, ! Your future shall break wholly with your
Like a true woman, to accept yourself past ! . . .
My lowlier station of humanity. Was it then a mere jest, the solemn oath,
You've got a man mouth The agony of repentant faith forsworn ?
: cease then, with . . .
Si^-. Follow your fancy ! only take Dis- And Ralph ! wilt thou not hearken even for
cretion, him ?
The grave duenna, with you. Vou are a . . . Sometimes I fear thee, and I deem that
woman thou
I am a man ; there lies the difference Art verily beside thyself thy furies, I
Love and lust are not sundered, you believe. For naught or less thy cruel mockery !
I did repent I do repent. I did — Of all that's purest, holiest in our love!
Intend to live for thee alone ; but thou Thy sneers malignant, cutting, like a blast
Art not the May I worshipped harsh, sour, ! Of Polar night, the quick nerves of my
jealous heart ! . . .
If I fulfil not your ideal, you You see me and shrunken, a mere ghost
pale
Fulfil not mine. I may be disappointed. So racked with Why did you marry me ? pain.
You have turned shrew, now were you : a A simple trustful maiden, all unworthy
true goddess, To be the sharer of your thoughts, your
Your white would suffer no defilement from schemes
Our miry ways of daily drudgery. Who must recoil from sin for sin will seem ;
But you must own, alas it is not so. ! Ever sin to her You weary of me now. !
Vou have no force to straighten a bent soul My youth, and beauty, as you named it,
Though half I hoped it when I wedded you. fail! . . .
The task demands a mightier arm than yours WTiy not have wed some lady of the world, !
You were but sent to yield me a brief glimpse Who would not importune you with such love
Of far-off Peace, forbidden to my feet As this of mine that irks you ? Yet, alas
For ever yea, to mock me for you cannot I deemed you true when you did ask for it
! !
O ! where am I ? Can this be Sigismund? . . . She will not long remain with us below.
! ; ; ! ! !
Of journey. I have sought in vain for death, But you plunged ever deeper in the slough
In that fierce onset of the furious Guelph You broke her loving heart ; you mocked at
!
I have demanded death He shuns me. Do I not hound you from the face of men
!
Your knightly name and honour in the dust. And fouler women, you have cherished
Because you swore for ever to renounce yonder,
All claim to Constance and your infant son A nest of snakes, infect you with their venom,
Because you swore never to see them more. Till you too hiss more venomous than they!
Unless myself, her guardian, and she Yea, and your own inordinate luxury
Lifted the bar thus did we write to you,
: Of wantonness hath laid waste, like a fire,
With oath yourself assenting. Your manhood, all dissolving and devoured.
You avowed, in sooth, 'twere better for the You have given base, wrong verdicts you :
child allow
That you should tarry beyond sight of him, Your abbot's tyranny and worse, you winked ;
Even beyond his very knowledge yea, At that most dastard outrage, which one
:
You, who are not ruler of yourself. Hast thou not striven moreover with false lore
Fallen ever further from the heights of God, To poison, to corrupt, the innocent ?
How should you rule, or mould the plastic Only that stainless nature of my ward
soul Revolted from thy falsehoods brooked them ;
We have kept your social seat for you ; nor Yet shrank, with wholesonie loathing of the
driven pure,
You from with well-earned infamy,
it From long familiarity with sin.
Cain-branded, scourged, a hissing, and a Masked in the fascination of thy form.
scorn Now dost thou dare to ask to see the child ?
Yea, my sweet ward, your so injured spouse, What wouldst thou with him ? What hath
I well believe, reserved your place for you he to do
r the very sanctuary of her white heart, With such as thou ?
! — !I ! ! ! —
THE HOUSE OF RAVENSBURG
Sz£: ButI tvi// see him, sir ; he is my own ! Curls brown, like that of Constance — so it used.
Sir W. Nay, since you so insist, I must How tall how fair
! !
— methinks I see him now
reveal Asleep, and she is by him, and the moon
^Miat else I hidden from your sight.
had fain Ralph. Now, Edgar, look how high I
The boy, discovering that his mother dies, throw the ball
Beside herself, because you did her wrong, Sig. His voice ! the silvery voice that
Hath come to hate you will not go with you — ! thrilled me through,
Sig. He hates me !
— nay, O spare me the Lovelier than lark's note, or the nightingale's !
blow
last ! In olden time —and now — that other voice !
Say the boy hates me not, most cruel man ! Whose was it ?
\_Half dratvs his sword. [Sir Walter opens two doors, and
Sir W. Stand back be calmer No ! ! — leads into a bedchamber.
did it not. Constance, Count Sigismund is here! (Per-
Nor she. But in her spirit's wanderings, chance
Beyond her power to guide or guard, wild This will arouse her. ) Now approach the bed.
words Co}is. (o7i the couch, white and wan, a wild
Escaped concerning you and so he learned ;
look in her eyes). Who spoke ?
The bitter truth — dare not approach the boy ! {^She looks fixedly at Sigismund.
\^A pause. You are not Sigismund !
Sig. {sinking on a c/iai>-). Forgive me, 'Tis Sigismund I want : you are a fiend
sir for you are good and true.
;
Sig. {throws hi?nself by the couch and takes
And you judge me hardly I am scarce
yet : her hand).
The devil you depict, though I be vile Oh, Constance can you pardon ? I am
! he,
Thank you for all Deep homage of my heart
I Your Sigismund and I repent and all! —
I render on my knees yea, I am lost, — Are gone for ever. Is it now too late ?
A lost soul, sir ; yet I would ask of you Cons. Take the fiend away !
Hence, though I purposed so, for all the Oh, God, preserve me from him Ralph ! !
window there
;
Scene II.- - Among the Mountains oj
Upon the lawn he is playing with my son.
Switzerhuid.
Near to our ancient cedar ; do not lean,
Lest he should see you — by the rhododendron. Sigismund, with a little boy, named Rud-
[SiGlSMUND starts, rises, and looks out. olph, the son of one of his tenatits.
Sig. God bless you ! It is he ! it is the child !
Under those yellow locks of the laburnum Sig.{now to himself, 710W to Rudolph). Come
Behold the children playing, with their roses
I Rudolph,let us rest beneath the pine! . . .
All glowing in the rose of radiant eve ! Do you love the music of the wind therein ?
Mine is in purple velvet, and his hair Dark, prophet-like, it broods above the abyss.
! ! ! ! ! — ! ! !
Mydamnedold castle's hidden in the mist. All's over Death involves us in the mist . . . !
The grapes I know they swung right / have done this my own beloved child
! —
temptingly Abhors me —
surely such a punishment
!
Against your lips, as we were sauntering Is more than I can bear and yet the past !
Among the trellised vines ; but what will Melts, like snowflakes in water : all my life
Purple abide the storm-rent rugged crests The elixir I have taken drowses me
Of kingly mountains hearken far-off bells
: Who shall foretell the scope of this revolt ?
!
He always brings me flowers, runs after me, I know not once I loved the herd 'twas ere
: :
Lisping his words in that sweet way of Ralph. I knew them they are insolent, unthankful.
;
My boy will come, so soon as I am gone. And ever varying we are tyrannous : :
Walter will guide and guard him, and well What then ? the sorry jest of human life
rule Is worth nor love, nor hate, nor thought,
The people for awhile : I have no heart nor toil
To them any longer
rule : formidable I cannot feign a young enthusiasm
Trouble impends between the peasants, and For any vermin of them, as they rage !
—
Us nobles mine own evil deeds have bound I see mine innocent youth, as if I saw
These hands, unnerved by misery and crime, Another childhood, half resembling mine ;
So like myself, together with them roamed Floating in waifs of melody from far !
Over these very wilds, are dim and far The world a momentary wrench
is fair !
Phantoms of my remembrance, once so near Will be the parting from it after, rest — ! . . .
A very portion of myself, and all, Farewell, dear poesy, my sweet companion !
Without whose loving faces there was naught And thou with awful face. Philosophy
Imaginable in the world for me the caldron !
— I know not if thy solemn light indeed
In yonder forest then my father lived
! Be light auroral from the sun of souls,
And on his back he bore me, wearied out. Beyond our dark horizon or a fire, ;
Ye bubbles, our dread World -Magician Yea, once, a youth, I wrestled in long prayer
blows, With tears of blood, entreating help from
Named by men glory, love, or liberty, heaven
And high ideals, ye are all illusion. Fainting before the flaming gate, fast barred
That idly floating fever human souls With triple adamant, a deaf-dumb void !
With longing, with despair ! to burst, No power in the world may liberate the slave
to
vanish, Wlio is self-enslaved. Surely I know of none !
When we poor children touch them ; and My life and love are ashes only sparks !
Herself not tempted, with a narrower range Seem to yield up what she in scorn resumes
Of fantasy and thought the guardian ; No !— dare I slay myself? They say a beast
Warping her young soul to severity Dares not —
or knows not how. Have I
Often herself would roughen with small enough
cares Of man left in me to do even this ?
Could Constance ere have ripened to a harsh Yet I would not my death should seem self-
UnlovelineGs, as wont with mostis the slaughter.
Who pass their primal youth and earlier love ?
Thy faults to mine were ripples to a surge
. . . The child —yes—how shall I dispose
! . . . of him ?
My darling, if there be another life, I heard strange sounds. Rudolph ! what ails
With one light whisper tell me I am forgiven ! the boy?
Alas ! thy sphere and mine are worlds apart Wert thou not sobbing? Rudolph ! why these
Yea, more apart beyond the grave than tears ?
here ! . . . Answer, my child ! you were looking at the
Hearken ! the convent's mellow Angelus, moon.
— ! — ! — ! !
! ! — — —
! ! ! :! ! ! ! ! ! !
Only a quarter of her visible Scene IV. Same spot as in Scene II.
Blazes 1 — not mine — I know not which [^Loohs down the abyss.
Rudolph. Ah never !
I can see naught. Help! Hoi one bring a
Shall we reach home, Sir Count — I am afraid torch
There are ill ghosts around us. !Mary save !
Riid. {below). I am clinging to a bush : I
Sig. Nay, Rudolph you are safe with me, !
can no longer
sweet child Sig. There he is! hold on tightly! I am
But did you know this fighting was at hand ? coming
I came but yesterday to Ravensburg. [He cli>nbs down the rock with difficulty.
There is a trampling on the track above. Now am firm courage, Rudolph, my boy
I :
You wander to and fro upon the earth Just there I scrambled I fell down, you —
—
Like Satan and perchance know naught of know
this. I was falling lower, when he pulled me up
We are going to give a lesson to the swine Blanche. Advance the torch to the edge of
Sig. Madam, I do not take a side; you the abyss
know. I could not look : it gives me vertigo.
Blanche. Ah! I remember you ! are always Soldier {with torch). Sir Count
neuter. [After a pause] Madam, I nothing see nor —
[SiGISMUND turns away among the aught can hear
trees, by the path he has ascended. Only the echo of my call unless ;
Ashe goes, he hears a laugh from It be some demon answering. Ave Mary
Lady Bi.anchk and the Knights. Rud. O call him! lady, do you call him!
Sig. {mutters to himself). If I could slay Count
all these before I die Where are you ? Rudolph wants you ! He's
And her — but let the vermin live — I care not. my father
! — ! ! ;! ! !
I fear he's now with Mary — or the devil! Rippling the paleness in their tidal dance.
Rud. Oh Sigismund ! my father ! Nay, yonder by the cave behold a dint
Blanche {crossing herself). Poor knight Of some small foot; a single line of dints. . . .
—
there is no hope of saving him. . . . Ralph {sol., sivifnming out at sea).
And we must on it is a pretty boy.
: So buoyant are the waves, they shift their
Boy, / will be your mother, if you like ; green
And you shall be my pretty page come with : Edges athwart blue air each crest's curled;
me! hollow
Take up the child, and set him on the horse, Gleams, fronting sunlight while I swim I see ;
With John, our trooper. How he sobs be ! A restless sand gleam under how one's :
Curtain Falls.
I am drawn down again! nay, let me rise,
Orange and crimson, small patellas, veined That, or the like of that, when we return
With ultramarine how delicate, fairylike
; To Ravensburg I will be and I hear :
Each one a happy, innocent life evanished We shall return before the year is out.
While, with delicious plashing, the clear wave, Ah how I long to see the glorious land
!
Green as live emerald, falls white lace of : Of our foreflithers of the lakes and snow
! !
she is dead.
Well, is it pretty? Bertha. Nay, I knew not and ye were —
Bettha. It is beautiful very fond
Ralph. My fee, then! I am too poor to Ralph. Ah, speak not of her !
—we were
sing unpaid. playfellows
Bertha. What do you want? You know {Bis voice falters, and he is deeply
have nothing.
that I moved; after a pause)
Ralph. Nothing why only you have any-
! When shall you go yourself to Switzerland ?
thing ! Your lady mother said it would be soon
Ah do ! not look so lovely, alma mia ! I hear of grave disturbances at home.
Bertha. When did you learn Italian, fair After my father died (we scarce know how)
Sir Count ? [ They kiss each other. The like were quenched with furious cruelty.
Ralph. I never can forget when first I saw But now the poor, intolerably laden.
you. Murmur again unless the lords concede
:
Weary and warm I came unto a stream, Their clamorous demands. Sir Walter says,
Bubbling among forget-me-nots, and green Terrible deeds of violence will follow.
Lush planes, or willows, where light water- Bertha. Your father 'tis the first time
!
This made me gaze above a maiden stooped Learn more I know he was the people's
; :
And drinking in them ; though it oozed and A strange and lonely being of high powers,
spilt, Which he abused, 'tis hinted, grievously.
'Twixt her translucent delicate finger-roses. But then, his death in saving a poor child,
!
Warm sunlight trickled to her raven hair. Himself fell o'er a precipice nor ever ;
Ah, well ! I would that we were married, Broadswords, cuirasses, helms, and battle-
love targes.
I'm glad it is to be at Ravensburg ! But oh ! how many ill-favoured people here !
And won't the masquerade be glorious ? Look at the hideous distortion yonder
I scarcely deemed Sir Walter would consent In that vile mask ! —he seems as if he watched
You recollect how strangely grave he looked, Us twain. Who can he be ? 'Tis like the
And how he shook his venerable head, son
When you and I, with Edgar, importuned ? Of that bad witch, the painted and repaired
However, I shall be a knight, mine own Old Lady Blanche, who frowned like ugliest
Master, ere then ; but one would not offend sin,
a damsel: they are laughing and con- Ralph. I know not when the blessed rite
versing in a retired angle of the hall. may be,
one unless to-morrow. That shall declare us —
Ralph. How
becomes you mellow as a To-night they hold a conclave of the people.
it !
And braided bloom-inwoven golden hair Without delay I know not why they tarry.
:
Mask {as he ^chirls round with RALPH, Hath summoned all his followers to assemble
bends over him, and speaks low). This very night within the forest. I
Renounce the hand of Bertha nay, you shall Would fain be there perchance I may
:
:
But forketh early in two trunks full-leaved ; Uncle, wilt thou dismiss the guests for me ?
These marry leaves above there is a cypher :
Sir W. But you look ill these mummeries !
Ralph {turns pale, and after a pause Yea, prompt and bold —ah 1 give your heart
speaks). to God
And wilt thou use thy power, evil man ? Does Bertha know of this? Depart not
What do you seek ? say ! what do you de- thou
mand? Until to-morrow nay, thou art not able
: !
But never dream I will renounce my love The Duke of Austria hath drawn the sword,
Mask. Before to-morrow wanes you shall It is rumoured, on their side ! But Heaven
decide. will help
Bertha {Exit.
You shall not have her ! —think well over it. Sir W, God bless the boy how beautiful !
Mask. It is well. {Exit. Mix with them ? Well, Count Ralph is now
Bertha. What would the monster? — who the master.
is he ? you're pale {Exit.
! ! — ! — —
! — ; ! — — !
sable yews ! . . .
crime
— — —
Or he or I no he shall ne'er disgrace me Before this, guilty of a deadlier sin ;
love ! . . .
Behold my boy, for whose dear sake I died
!
;
The castle towers in moonlight For whom I would be damned for evermore !
Ralph. Murder you are the better swords- Flaunts its phantasmal fair flesh-coloured
!
Count Sigismund's —my father {dies). While I and my forefathers, and my seed
[Ralph remains looking onhim with Yea, all the panorama of the world
silent horror : while a figure like Are one Man, shadowed by one awful guilt,
! ! ! ! —
! ! ! ; !! —— !! !!
That must be purged and punished ere the end. Behold, it slinks away more into shade 1 . . .
Ihoped my son, the son of Innocence Father! art thou mine evil genius,
(Who, while she folded her white wings on As thou wast hers ? I have thy blood in me I
child. large
Nurtured in shrines of holiness and love, Through dim past time, in superstitious tale
Would soar in spirit from our earth to heaven. For all here talk with bated breath of thee.
Dwelling there in pure light above us all Saying thou hauntest this old pile How chill !
I may not even clasp thee in mine arms Struck thy pale, vacant chambers on my
For consolation ; in me there is none heart,
Ill's instrument, I am unprofitable Visited by the taper's beam last night
For any goodl Ah, could I speak one word Chambers aflame once with fierce human fire
Of what my soul desires to him I yearn ! Yea, and I thought I saw thy figure then ! . . .
Over the child in vain O Saviour, Christ! ! That horrible chapel of the orgies, too
Ralph {mutters to himself). Thou, father An evil influence steals from those fair forms,
—
thou hast done this Thou hast slain ! The blasphemous brotherhood installed there,
My mother! Me thou plungest in the deep! Foul idols in the very sanctuary,
Behold the inheritance thou hast bequeathed And faded roses of the revellers
Shall I curse thee for it ? Am I predestined to a dark career,
Phantom of Sig. {speaks atidibly). Ralph, Like thee ? In sooth I am my father's son
beloved, no Why did they banish thee from home ?
[Ralph, turning with a shudder, sees There were
the Apparition, and stands petrified Mitigations of thy guilt, as of mine own.
for a moment ; then flies over the How could I know this man ?
open space towards the castle. The He drove me to it!
Figure, wringing its hands, dis- I shudder, seeing him upon the sod.
appears. Gasping and bleeding ! I have slain a man
That man, my brother ! And the world will
Scene V. — 77^1? Great Hall of the Castle, as know
before : the same night. Disgrace upon my name ! Deep shame and
sorrow
Ralph enters and paces it, with inoonlight
Upon my venerable friend's grey hairs ! my
streaming in at the oriel ivittdows.
friend
Ralph. What sound was that ? Athwart Who reared me ! Worse than all, upon my
the distant pane love!
! —
! ! ! ! ! !! — ! —
! ! !!
Death —
death looks frightful Yet to live !
Should ne'er have soiled the purity of thine Phantom. I will follow all unseen, not
I knew I had done evil ; but to-night terrify!
My past leaps to one red in the grim glare Alas ! that I am only a terror to thee
Of this fierce slaughter : yea, I am accurst And when I yearn most over thee, thou seest
Bertha, Bertha, never any more. Fain would I follow! what will be the —
My darling, may we meet — sweet mother, end? . , .
Thou who hast died to save, wilt Thou not Let me fly to the mountain to the ice !
Rising after a pause. — Still haunt the mountains, and the sea.
do I
But who can prove the deed? —a lonely Feeling some respite there you whisper —
spot !
what?
It is but rarely any mortal passes. That I was always fond of things like you ?
And none may find the body — shall I hide it ? Liars ye were masked then ye are leprosy
! !
They deem me to the people's council gone, Plague — putrefaction — Monsters be gone !
Hours since — I go now — let me fall in battle Ha women cease to twist smooth snake about ! !
The cause is noble some atonement were : ]My limbs to drag to wag that horrible head,
! !
In such a death for evil I have wrought Facing, upon the snake's neck! slowly! so!
I must be doing memories, avaunt : Why I can wag mine! hke a pendulum !
From the old chapel yonder! — is it the And her white form thereon ! . . . I did it
Tho' ever ye returned to mouth me now ! Ralph. I am your friend, the Count of
My can only loathe
lusts are ashes, I Ravensburg.
And yet ye cling, one ravening flame ! how 2nd Sentinel {whose ttame is Hans, a
Constance I hunter). The Count of Ravensburg Wel- !
Save me, my own ! you are pitiful ! O save come, Sir Count I joy to see you he is I —
Have found thee, love, at last? I sought
I one with us. And old Sir Walter you are :
some distance from Ravensbiirg : far off Chialdertr (to the people). I have not told
a cataract descends from a mountain. you half. I killed the horse that was turned
Mountains around. Persons of Appen- loose into my corn. You know that ; but
zell, Rhetia, the Engadine, (2r-r., are do you know what I went through in prison
mingled together. An assembly of shep- for that ? Thumbscrew, iron cap, famine,
herds in grey vjoollen gartnents, and rats, no daylight, water on muddy dungeon
Jerkins of hide ; with some hunters and floors till I rotted and what for ? Because :
a few small proprietors of higher stand- I drove that 's beasts out of my own
ing than the serf- shepherds. They are grain [Cries of " Shame! "^ Peter, they dug
!
standing and sitting on boidders, or up your old father out of the churchyard
felled trunks, under a forest of inaples yonder, didn't they ? to get at the good coat
and sycamores, armed with scythes, clubs, you buried him in — they hadn't enough gold-
slings, halberds, pikes, (^c. laced coats of their own above-ground ; so,
poor things they had to burrow in the grave,
1
Isn't God your father, and Christ your blood will flow because of this What won't !
brother ? That isn't being of very vile family the cruel lords do to us? We are told to
after all. But my father paid his feudal forgive Hav'n't we suffered enough already ?
!
dues while they were due and then this — Do you want to make them destroy us alto-
baron's father sold his rights to mine. He gether? Us and our women, and our little
[Applause.'] However, I came out of their them our hamlets and communes must make
trap alive for here I am.
; Jane, my wife, treaties of alliance, and enter into co-burgher-
poor woman, wasn't she glad to see me ship. If the nobles choose to be free burghers
She never thought she would again. Well, of free republics, like us, well and good if ;
she and I, with our three children, were not, they shall be killed, or driven off as
sitting quietly in the old place one night, so much vermin. We will spin and weave,
not long after my release, eating our bouillon, and tend flocks, and till the fields for these
when I hear a noise at the door, and call voracious wolves no longer. There will be
" Come in." To my astonishment in walks no more tolls and taxes when we are free
the devil himself, the Lord of Fardun All {^Soine voices protest, hut the majority ap-
!
but I get up, and salute the brute Jane, plaud.] How about the Abbot's last trick?
—
because she is afraid of him ; and she made I have a neighbour, who makes the best
the children do it. What do you think he Melilot green cheeses in Appenzell or his —
did? Without saying a word, or returning good lady does. Now, not long since he
their salute, he walks scowling up to the went to market with his cart and oxen to
table between her and me, and spits into sell his cheeses as usual. But, to his con-
the soup we are eating. \^Skame! Shame!] sternation, when he got down into the hollow,
What did I do ? Our bowl is large and deep. near the Bailiff's brand-new castle, he sees
Have you seen a vulture swoop and truss a a new turnpike barring the road, and out
kid ? Just like that I clutched his wrinkled pops a man in the Prince-Abbot's ugly livery,
old neck before and behind, and thrust his stops him, and demands toll on the cheeses.
—
head into the scalding bowl and "Drink, Neighbour has no warning of this last black-
old devil," cried I, "the broth thou hast mail, and naturally enough can't pay. So
seasoned " Oh, he bubbled, and spluttered, the exciseman, he just whistles shrilly, and
!
!
sold his cheeses. He's ill in bed now, and our Griitli with the sons of Stauftacher and
:
on a fair way to ruin. For milk and butter Melchthal you will form a free league. The
it is all the same. This is what we are mountains are our ramparts. What they !
coming tol Why, these fellows hold their call these rocks and peaks theirs? Rather
fiefs under the Duke, on condition of keep- these alps belong to the wild game, whose
ing his high-roads open to travellers and welfare the lords respect more than ours
merchants, and the way they do it is by Their property Do yonder Lauwinen make
!
turning themselves into bandits, or taking obeisance, and wait till the lords pass before
bribes from them, and sharing in their they move? Nay, let me put one of these
plunder. Nay, there is not a baron on upon any of yonder ice precipices and giddy
Rhine or Danube but stops and robs the pinnacles, where you and I, in spite of them,
merchants like a common footpad and if ; hunt the steinbock and the gems How !
they can't or won't pay, thrusts them into will the heights and deeps salute him ? By
filthy, deadly dungeons, torturing them to swimming in a witch's sabbath-walse around
extract ransom. So they kill commerce and him, and dashing him to atoms on the stones
frighten merchants away. So they keep us below There let our eagles and vultures
!
poor, and prevent us exchanging our produce pay him court, and pay him tribute or let —
with the produce of other lands, or exchang- him pay tribute of his own dead eyes, and
ing ideas with foreigners from distant parts of bloody heart, to them ! Nay, you, and the
the world. So they hinder us from growing bears, and the lynxes are lords of the land!
wise about our own interest. So it is that [ The people shout applause., and many
we remain miserable, ignorant slaves of these rush to shake hands with the orator.
men, who insist on our squandering our best One of the peasants then approaches
blood in their petty squabbles, and give us and speaks in low tones to Ckial-
nothing in return How long shall this
! DERER.
be? And there's far worse behind. Look Chial. My friends, they say there is a
at the noble freedmen of Uri, Schwytz, and great lord in our midst, who wants to join
Unterwalden Who made them free ? They
! us. But I advise you to have nothing to do
groaned under a tyranny heavy as ours ; but with any of these folk. They are all the
only for a little while. How long did they same. The fox wants to ally himself with
endure it? Shame on you that ye have the fowls, and will help them to fight the
endured it so long! What did Tell to other foxes. A
such alliances No
fig for !
Gessler? Baumgartner to Wolfenschiess ? tell this lord to go back Nay, rather detain !
—
and, nearer home, but a year ago, what did him! As for the castles of this vermin,
Adam in Engadine to the Lord of Gardovall? we'll burn them all! We'll make these
Adam brought the lord his fair daughter as wasps' nests rather close for them with a
he desired —
but another present he broughtlittle smoke —
Arrest this knight, and bring
!
his entrails, and fire for the illumination of [Ralt'H comes forward surrounded.
his den [ Cr/fj<?/"" Well done
I well done!"]
! Hans the htinter {mounts on a boulder, and
Similarly have I done to Fardun! ^Shouts says aloud).
of applause. ^ You expect your messengers Friends, I know the young Count of Ravens-
back hourly from the free states. You have burg, as I know myself, and will answer for
asked for help, and you will want it ; for the his loyalty to your cause with my life. I
! —" — ;!
hold my land under him. Though he has it's a fine thing to have a lord on your side
not been in our country long, he has hunted show him how pleased you
so you're right to
with many of us ; he has encouraged us to him for calling you brothers, and
are with
hunt, and granted us all the privileges of for coming to take your part or he might ;
freedmen. His father, too, whatever his sins, go away in a huff, he might, if you didn't.
was our friend Bless you I know them —
I know them ! !
and a generous, open heart. He will be will allow me to with you — as your
fight
faithful todeath if he swears it. And think equal, not as the feudal superior of any
of what high value he can be to our cause and, till the day of battle comes, which must
he with his friends, his connections, his name, be soon, let me stay among you, and share
and his stronghold upon the rock ! Let us, your lot in all things \Criesof'''' You shall
!
while we stick up for our own rights, be just You shall " Wliereupon Ralph strips him.'
!
to others, and respect their claims. Let us self of his armour and rich dress, and having
move with the nobles, whispered to Hans, the latter brings him a
if they will be our
friends. So shall we be four times stronger. grey shepherd's tunic, ivhich he puts on.} I
Even the sovereign Abbot's rights should be must ask some of my firiends here to make
respected. No vengeance ; no fury but my get-up rather less like a jester's motley
;
always love each other very much There's selves, also, and merciful
! so the God of ;
Cain and Abel, for instance. Still, neighbour. Justice and Mercy shall give us victory.
!! :: ;; : : — ! : !
the cataracts.
A Lammergeyer unfurls the flag
Of vans, that shadow all the crag !
But a hunter's heart is light and strong : Was wafted then there opens a fair view
!
Halloo !
make desperate love to you! and you were
A shaft
Though
hath tumbled him sure enough
hunter's fare be scant and rough,
;
Anthony, or Joseph I am not sure if it was —
ever so ! And we have drained heel-taps
He quaffs for wine the air, the stream, the dew
ere now together
Halloo halloo ! !
Pervades my frame among these crags of ours, God grant we scourge the enemy from our
Leaping or climbing hewing in steep ice ;
homes,
Footholds yea, pleasant seems the perilous
;
Ere he can wreak his hate on what we love.
chase ;
Hans. Amen ! my lord ; we will do it,
sin.- We are all mortal but confession's Her brand-new bell, her bunch of frontal
;
You are a Hussite, or an Albigense. They Then there was martial talk and, lastly, one ;
are good men, for all the priest may say. Told of a heifer, lost on a precipice ;
For me, I am honest, try to do my best Alive, though fallen, yet inaccessible.
we can't do more. Mary is merciful I too He strove, in vain, to fix the very spot
!
shall hail the dawn of better days. The None got it clear, and so he grew enraged.
—
prospect of a brush with Cuno's men his The strange name of some mountain kept
hireling cut -throats — with the foreigner, recurring
refreshes me !gay feathers
we'll ruffle their ! In his thick guttural utterance, until
And yet I wonder if there will be all the Vaguely I heard the name, and only that,
benefit they promise us in change. There While dozing; then ill dreams thronged
must be taxes that was a bit of humbug of
: round the name
Chialderer's, saying there would be none. A weird, wild word What was it ? I !
to think of. There wouldn't be much harm the whole Aha our cave above the
! . . . !
in leaving that business to those who have Firn was cold only we made a royal fire
!
more leisure, and more training perhaps ! and I at least slept soundly how the :
Ralph {smiling). Doubt not the benefit of marmots whistled Talking of mar- ! . . .
change yet I I mots, none can dress them, sir, except the
: ! !
I was at Wolfsberg when a boy.) Still I See, I pray you, the hind foot, the off one !
—
remember how he did them Hist a lynx, I will wager he hath a stone. What's that ?
!
Hans. In yonder bough A shot a \_Soldiers of the free states, allied with
! !
splendid shot ! he glares with balls of fire. Appenzell, burst out of the woods,
They never move when once they are sur- shouting, and fall furiously on the
prised. Only don't miss him or he will not ! flanks ofthe cavalry ; while peasants
miss his lightning spring at you. [Ralph of Appenzell and the Grisatis appear
lets fly an arrow.'] You've tumbled him. in front under Chialderer, block-
A beast full grown. See what a splendid ing the track, ar?ned with slings,
fur \^Tkey examine and take up the lynx.]
! pikes, clubs, halberds, afc.
The bear was killed not very far from here- Com. We can't manoeuvre here. We
They tell strange tales of Wolfsberg, whose cannot turn and shall not reach the sum- —
bad lord died strangely. Lady Blanche mit we will fight in that great plain below : :
gave him all the drugs prescribed with her \_Tru7npets sound for a retreat. At
—
own hand, they say And what's become of the cries of " Back back !" the !
young Lord Adrian, that limb of Satan, no infantry are seized with panic.
one knows he last was seen the day before
; Many knights and horses, in at-
your grand mask ball Pardon I rattle on— te?npting to turn, roll over one
;
all the mounted knights spur on as fast as With glorious glow of battle, and spilt blood
this rough, rising, Satan's ground allows Of foes with satiate revenge I tingle ! —
—
The summit's near so may the swineherds \Toa Cavalier on the ground, wounded,
be I mean to fight on yonder flats
! for who calls for " Mercy! "
;
there the day is ours. [To a Knight.] My Mercy ! what mercy have you shown to us ?
beast, that never trips, has stumbled twice Ah would you turn your beasts into our !
Then whine for mercy to Chialderer Down yon steep ! forest slides, worn smooth,
Tyrant God blasts thee, cleaves thee, by
! like glass.
mine arm ! \A multitude of men shove these trutiks
I would thou wert all kings and knights in one after finother down the steep
one ! slope.
[He cleaves through visor, head, and No catapult can hurl them swifter See ! !
helm, with one blozv of his huge Not the uproarious new-fangled cannon :
The ground is slippery with blood and rain ! Now, my brave brothers ! onward ! follow
My poor parched fatherland would quaff it me !
bow gut,
Scene IV. Another division of the enemy's Slackened with rain, the iron bolts drop
army (AusTRiANS, Abbot's, Blanche dead!
of Wolfs berg's, aiid other troops). The God fights upon our side !
Kfiights have dismounted and are ascend- Let fly their ! leader falls ! Our naked
itig the steep hill, on short, wet, slippery feet
grass. Ralph is commanding a second Will better bite the ground. We are at
^ody of the feasant forces, who are con- home!
cealed among high rocks and trees, im- Form ranks ! Now charge !
mediately above the hill ; he is 7vithotit {They advance, shouting, "The Grey
armour, dressed like a shepherd, and League " " Appenzell " " Father-
! !
burg ! . . . Relenting saints ! Hath slain my son his brother — his oivn
I praise you, who have flung me sweet re- brother !
venge, Adrian should have married Bertha's wealth;
To roll between the palate and the tongue, Now Ralph leads on these serfs to victory.
A dainty morsel ! Am I then defeated ? Robbing us of our all ! so he may reign
Nay ! for I crush the viper brood beneath Sovereign here. Sigismund's son ! her son
Mine iron heel — under my dungeon stone! . . . That whey-faced woman's, whom I hate
To her soldiers. [ yea, slew
Chain him in that dark dungeon you well By hatred only ; not by knife or poison.
know !
The fool ! Ah, Sigismund, I loathe thee,
The lowest and the deepest ; where she man
stands, But dost thou triumph ? Thee, methinks, I
So I am sure they must be beautiful Now thy beloved offspring will I slay
Will she do as well as Bertha, fair Sir Knight? He reign o'er Rheinthal Let Chialderer !
But Emperor Sigismund, he received me Sir Walter iti his private chamber, on a
well high-backed oaken chair, with a letter in
Yea, more than graciously. His wife is his haiid.
dead
And all the priesthood take me for a saint Sir Walter {sol.). I might have known the
At Presburg Well, I am a dutiful
! son of Sigismund
Daughter of Holy Church. I won largesse Would never serve the Lord ! Have I not
Of praise there between Church and lazar- loved
house. The boy for his own, for his dear mother's
I have done many deeds of charity ; sake,
And this shall cover a multitude of sins. Long wrestling on my knees for him in prayer,
The unrighteous mammon makes me many Sure that he would fulfil our soul's desire ? . . .
—
Of evil a low lecher, a deceiver,
Enter Bektha, pale and M-eathless.
A murderer, a fratricide what more ? I know !
From his high state, or died a felon's death ! He is prisoner— a prisoner to one
Ralph would have lost his lofty place but ; Who hates us — the old witch, all Lady
warned Blanche
By the sire's fate, might still be innocent. What will she do to him ? he will be killed !
With what to mortal weakness may appear The castle will be safe no need of men :
Inhuman wrath ? Did holy Abraham To guard it ! for we fear, although the people
Withhold his own dear Isaac from the Lord, Are eager to release him, that Chialderer,
When God demanded bloody offering His second in command, defers their march.
Of his white life, though in him lived the Half-hearted we surmise him a false friend.
:
I must pluck out this eyesight I so love! Not in our puny private hopes and fears ;
So may his soul, my God, be saved for ever! Our disappointments and desires [A pause. !
— —
!! ! ! ——
! ! ! I!!
If it be Heaven's will, he shall be wrung Surely he slew that evil man in fair
Out of that woman's cruel grasp but hearken — Fight he was goaded to it stood at bay,
! !
Dear Lady Bertha this may be the hand ! — Driven to a precipice's edge I dimly see !
Sir W. Bertha, I dare not speak the naked They feared he would go mad — if we but save,
truth ; he will repent and in our love
I feel !
But Ralph has perpetrated crimes that bar Doth he not luve me ? he will yet be all
Your fates from one another evermore ! A knight should be !
To a pure virgin more may not be told — Proved himself traitor ingrate— lady, never —
I grieve to wound but you must tear from now ; Can he be mate for you you must renounce !
Not now to Austria — nor Emperor We may already be too late unless —
But to the council of his countrymen, Chialderer hath advanced to Wolfsberg
Free men assembling under their own skies, Bertha. Nay,
Upon their native soil it may be these —
I know he hath not though the soldiers chide, !
Will be more merciful in judging him He leads them to a distant fortress first.
!
Bertha [who at first has seemed about to And let me think ^they said that Ralph was —
swoon, hut tvith a great effort has nerved wounded.
herself, and listened). Oh, he will die Jesus what shall I do ? . I ! . .
If he still live, you will not crush him you hath often — !
Sir W. Hast thou well weighed full im- Told me, I now remember, of the wolf's
port of my speech? Grim lair, and all its guilty secrets should —
Bertha. Yea, but there must be error he The witch immure him in that loathsome hole, —
himself Where stands the grinning iron fiend! she may
Hath not been heard. I know that he is good ! Farewell, sir, not a moment is to lose
Or if he sinned, there may be a strong cause, \_Half goes, but returns'
— ! — —
! !! ! ! !!
Yet on my knees I pray you to relent Him trial-time for proof ol penitence !
If my poor love be living let him live — Else he may perish unprepared ! . . . God
Sir W. Rise, Bertha kneel not only ! ! deal
kneel to God ! With you, sir, as you deal with our poor boy !
Bertha (weeping). Nay, sir, oh, never till ! \She cotvers sobbing at his feet.
you grant my prayer ! . . . Sir W. {in a broken voice). Girl, you have
If you denounce him, ponder what the world conquered !
Will say ! that you want to rob him of his Lord ! may such a love
own! And power of goodness save him even yet
Sir IV. Lady ! how dare you hint it ? when For thee, and for his people ; for us all ! . . .
You do but temper my right purpose, girl Bertha {almost kissi)ig his mantle, hysteri-
Let reprobates hiss after their own kind ! cally). I thank you, sir the Lord shower !
Bertha, you know not what his father was. . . . Do as you say I know what I will do. :
These men will not repent they cannot for — ! Scene VII.— 77^^ Castle of Wolfsberg: a
It is the Lord Himself who hardens them. . . . dim-lit dtingeon, with laf?!p s-cuingittg
I am your mother's friend and she was hers :
from the low vaulting oji one side. The
Who died, his mother's you must tell her all : Iron Virgin, an instrument of torture
Bertha. I will I promise only promise, ! ! — and death, stands in the midst.
you !
Think what he hath endured he suffers now. ! Ralph {sol., wounded, weak, and in fever).
Who knows what awful pangs is it not ! My friends will march to rescue me ! too
enough? late ! . . .
Oh, dear Sir Walter whom he loves, and I Ah life is sweet, for all its bitterness
!
! !
Love as a father, for our sakes, and hers, I would not die yet I am but a boy ! !
Who died, his mother's, hide the shame for he Bertha, my heart no life for us, no love ! ! !
Is young yet and I feel he will repent ! For thee I trust, I deem, there may be
He is not hardened, as his father was joy . . .
You, and the old name, and the glorious cause Then will she grieve —how if she knows my
You have at heart, the cause of our pure faith, sin ?
And freedom Ah ! what boots it ? he is — I have no friend ! why should I care to live?
dying. If only Christ will pity, let me die !
You are not all we dreamed you ! will rejoice have won the day. We
In Ralph's disgraceful doom ! . . . Oh, piti- Our fatherland and I have fought is free !
If he repent not, then denounce him ! give To yield my very life for her ? and now —
! ! ! ! !
Fierce ecstasy of shocks and blows ! loud roar All the scene passes, and repasses now,
Of battle clash of arms and trumpet-blare
! ! In horrible procession, through my brain ! . . .
Rich gleam of rainbow armour and bright ! Yet I would put it from me I am weak —
banners From loss of blood, pain, fever, and no
Tossed on wild surges of ensanguined strife, food ! . . .
Now rampant, buoyant now low sinking, ! Have I no sword ? no knife ? to make an end
loosely Before to-morrow ? . . .
Forgiven — up yonder, too ! —not lost for My hands are bound ! mine arms are
ever ! . . . paralysed !
But ah! the torture ! how to bear it how ? ! . . . I am impotent to rend you ! . . . I want to
Seven iron-clamped doors reverberating close. die ! . . .
Tolling sevenfold low thunder of deep doom Icannot die ah, me I am immortal ! !
Through these dim hollows of a sevenfold Ralph. Oh, father was it kind to ! . . .
*' These are to stifle screams,''' the warder Thou, father thou hast put me into hell ! I
The slimy vault, the dungeon where she stands, Save me, O Lord I . . .
This iron Idol, with sinister smile, I hear a voice they are coming it must be : :
Engendered fearful twilight slowly She : I will endure whatever they may do.
Unclosed her hollow bosom ; and displayed God ! Thou wilt strengthen me ! . . . they
Grim spikes, red rusted with men's blood ! come . . .
beneath
Enter Bertha through a secret passage and
Her feet there gleamed some water, where
doorway in one of the walls.
obscene
Live things I heard they scuffled, revelling : How ! Bertha
In human ruin " There^ to-morrow, yoti ! . , . Art thou a blessed saint ? and I with thee
— ! ! —— ! — ! !! —
THE HOUSE OF RAVENSBURG 245
Exiled from light ! For since I have thee once again, how rich,
Bertha. Hush I quick, love ! follow me I How sweet, how precious 'tis to live I — but
Thou art alive thou sufferest O Ralph
! ! ! then
\_As she rushes forward to him, he Some innocence may suffer for my fault
swoons in her arms. Bertha {weeping: after a pause). Ah,
[In a loud whisper.^ He is dead ! he has Ralph my husband! in the sight of
been bleeding Ralph 1 ! awake ! Heaven
Mayhap he only swoons — Hans ! water ! My grand and noble lover ! Dare I hinder
Hans! Thee from the sacrifice thou deemest God
I shall attract that woman's must fiends. He Commands ? I glory in thy grandeur, now
Be carried out. Will Hans be strong enough ? Thou hast returned among thy peers, to lead
The hosts of Light, deserted for awhile ! . . .
through the same passage. Ralph. Nay, love, it was mine own
Old sin that hurled me blindly into this
Scene VHI. —A chamber in the Castle of Ah ! you have said you knew
I dare not look
Ravensburg.
now !
Even as did my
have found father : I
Have I confronted Death to save you, Ralph, His written words of impotent remorse
Only that you may wantonly leap back But I will pray my countrymen for death,
Into those dreadful Arms, away from me ? The death I have deserved No, I'll not live !
From Sin's
You break my heart! You will not fall like
Embrace you have him
delivered me ! Your love
I
And still it hangs a millstone round my neck Myself will plead before the court!
I
thal !
" there is
waving of kerchiefs,
The unimpeachable, the only voice,
and swaying of the people to and That
can confirm my dismal tale will speak.
fro arowid Rai.PH, for whom a My uncle, old Sir Walter, he alone,
passage is made by the guards with
much difficulty.
Passing, as chance nay, God would have — ! —
it, saw
Me standing with red sword above the corpse.
Enter Ralph.
Rooted he stood with horror and I fled :
Ralph. Gentlemen, I salute you. Here I Before he moved, unwitting he was nigh.
stand [Sir Walter comes forward, leaning
Demanding sentence on a criminal. on a staff and tottering.
The President. Prince, welcome Name ! Sir W. All he hath spoken is the truth —
the man whom you accuse. but, ah
Ralph. Sir, 'tis no other than myself! I You will not be too stern with him re- !
slew member
Lord Adrian of Wolfsberg : [Sensation. What he hath wrought, hath suffered, for
The circumstance, and reason of the deed. If you but knew what he hath suffered yonder
It was in duel : but I made him fight In Lady Blanche's terrible torture-pit
All unawares, with no observance of Only profound remorse, deep penitence
The wonted usages of private war. Of one who hath been purified by fire.
I only felt that he or I must die ! Could urge him to your feet, with offering
Such was my fierce resolve. We fought Of his young life before whose wistful eyes.
;
The President {after a pause). Did you Blanche set her bastard on my boy the same —
indeed commit She would have thrust, bar sinister and all,
:
Be merciful to my grey hairs ! and him, Murmur in happy dream our valley sleeps :
My poor beloved child ! and to the bride ! With all her vines the mountain snows afar.
:
If we have done you service, and you look Shrined in pure ether, heaven's own cathedral.
For mercy from the Lord ! Repose winged angels pass, arrive, or rest.
;
Bertha {who had been disguised anion.; the There flows fair Rhine, one silver, where a sail
people, and 'who, comingforivard, throws Moves wafted whence a tender, mellow
;
The President [cottsults with his colleagues, And balmy do you feel it pleasant, love?
:
and, after a pause, speaks, turning to Ralph. Most pleasant Can it be we are I
Ralph). together ?
The Sovereign State hath pardoned, and And shall be while we live, my bride, my
remits Bertha ?
The penalty of your committed crime ;
Have I deserved such blessing ? yet I dare
Balancing previous service of your deeds, Not hope that this may last ! There
And grievous suffering endured for her, hovereth
—
Againstyour guilt say, friends, are ye content Of late some evil flutter at my heart —
With this our sentence ? A pain — a weakness —ah ! but still I feel
Among the judges : General Chialderer. Your face above me, when I woke from death
[Acclamation ami shouts of Joy from Long lingering in the twilight vale that parts
the crowd. Bertha and Ralph Death from our life : and now I hear your
fall weeping into one another's arms, voice
and then into SiR Walter's, who "Loz'e, I know all : know all : and still I love ;
blesses their union. Exeunt. More I love, and I am yours.
than before,
Yours only never answer never think
I ! !
"
But sleep and be at peace for I am here
; ; I
him.
heaven !
Bertha. See how the moon illuminates a But now a terrible thought o'ershadowed me :
fleece That this my lost life, you have twice restored,
Of mist with faint ghost-rainbow
fleeting Beautiful, precious, under your sweet smile,
bloom. Was mine no longer nay, not yours be- — —
Carmine, topaz, and violet Behold ! ! longed.
She glideth free from the fair labyrinth, Forfeited by my crime, to neither of us I
: — ":
To stifle the grim duty, but in vain. \A pause. The Ph a^ttoni growsfainter
And then I deemed it might be well for thee, andfainter, though it does not quite
Albeit thou forgavest : sin revives, disappear.
Though still and torpid as a winter snake ! . . . His form is growing faint : he vanishes I
Only some shadow of my sin remains : Bertha, the vision ever showed a fe.ce
And lowly would I walk therein, as one Of anguish, horror, and despair it froze :
Who penitently holds the Saviour's hand ! My blood beholding —did you note it now ?
Bertha. My Ralph ! It seemed not fearful ! wore aspect of one
Well, good Sir Walter has gone home ! Who wins repose and comfort, after pain
And he blessed our nuptials, ere
I rejoice Unutterable, yea, full of love for us !
Some deem the Emperor may marry her. Bertha. Its look was bent upon the moonlit
His cardinals and bishops and all priests tower,
Call her a saint : her royal largesses Where moonlight stealeth in to kiss soft eyes
(For still she draws revenue from her lands. Of our babe, Sigismund, who lies asleep.
And Austria hath enfeoffed her with yet It cannot mean him harm He is the child I
Her never-wavering devotion, stiff Lo the first delicate faint gleams of Dawn
! !
The ostentatious bend of her high head Like yonder moon, in morning Surely, love. I
Of mobs ; these virtues canonise the dame, Ralph. I feel some mortal weakness : I
While yet she lives : men may fall prone shall fall 1
But you and I, dear, shall not envy her. Much have you suffered : home is very near.
poor thing, save righteousness and
All's hers, [Ralph sinks upon Bertha, who
love suppo7-ts him, but he falls on the
The world applauds death's mimicry of life : terrace : she bends over him.
She hath all royal raiment of a Queen ; Ralph {fainlly). Farewell, love! — for
Only herself lies dying under it 1 awhile ! — our little one ! \_Dies.
Yet in her, too, may live a gleam of grace [The Castle clock strikes ; and while
[77/^ Phantom o/"Sigismund appears the sound of it is dying in air a
on the terrace. Watchman from the Castle battle-
Ha ! Ralph ! what is it? by the balustrade I ments calls, "All's Well!" and a
Yon fearful shape ! rosy ray begins to tinge the tower,
Ralph. Great Heaven ! 'tis my father ! xvhere the child sleeps.
A LITTLE CHILD'S MONUMENT^
* See note G.
TO
HIS MOTHER
I DEDICATE THIS
" Ya mati ! ya mati "
!
"
" My dead! my dead !
— Arabic dirge.
AT HIS GRAVE
If death were an eternal sleep, With all thy life before thee so to die.
I would lay me down by him, Unseasonably !
Never to wound more, nor to weep, " Whom the gods love die young ;
Nor grope aweary, maimed, and dim, To that sweet saying, then, I clung.
Inflict no injury, no pain,
Nor ache with this dull doubt again ! Ghastly Doubt, and chilling Fear,
While the biiken shadows pass The wan Ages' Quest is here,
O'er the marble and the grass, Trembling Hope, and faltering Faith,
I lean upon thy cross and weep Intent on what God whispereth.
Very sweet were sleep, It was thy leaving me that shook
Will she waft upon her wing, dear, Imay not borrow
The joy-pulse of her wing, Any anodyne for grief
Thy songs, thy blossoming, From the joy of flower or leaf.
O my little child ! No healing to allay my pain
From the cool of air or rain ;
Gleaming to beguile !
Palpitates disaster.
And lo ! a rush of angels,
Breathes aware with sorrow,
A cloud of spirits bright
Weighs me down to death !
As tower-tomb
then, aloft in the tall
Where the child's joy-carol
So far within the expanse of Syrian sand, Rang sweeter than the spheres,
Alone, where long long ages in the gloom There, centre of deep silence,
Of yon stone shelves a human dust hath lain, Darkness, and tears.
That once breathed, brooded, dared, hoped, On his bed
hated, loved I
The child lay dead.
Awhile o'erwept, and worshipped with fond
pain.
How stealthily the memory removed
From hearts who dreamed that never it could
There a man sat stolid,
Stupefied and cold.
wane!
Save when the lamp's flicker
Later, the men who built the tomb dispersed.
Their conquerors were heedless of the dead
To poor love told
;
The loveliest earth ere looked upon ; I cannot hear his happy voice.
And he is lying cold. Bidding all the world be lovely, and rejoice.
The king is in the olive grove,
A hind sings in the tree ;
Below, the infant of his love
MOUNTAIN LYRIC
Is babbling merrily.
The father beats the boughs, and while A MOUNTAIN spake to a sunny cloud,
Dark oval olives fly, "Whither, my child, away?"
The boy, with many a laugh and smile, " Father, the winds are calling loud
Pursues them far and nigh. To fields of air for play !
"
Through them a playful chequer weaves Fly thou with me for play !
"A MILK-WHITE BLOOMED " Our roots are deep, we may not die.
ACACIA TREE" Stern crags responded wearily ;
fair lawn.
The hallowing of thy sunny smile.
Lark-song upsoaring from the lea.
Thy fingers of cool mist.
In a rosy dawn ;
Soothed my weary soul erewhile,
A little child who, while he sings, And since thy lips have kissed,
Gives light and joy to all, and song, and
Lightning, blast, nor lashing rain.
sunny wings 1
I know we laid the flower Stern rock relents to luminous faint cloud.
On a stilly bosom
Of an ivory image Their banners rent as in uproarious war.
;
Tusky black monsters reign within the gloom Brands with fierce fire upon the heedless
Of forest, and dead waters desolate heart :
Dim mists drive blindly through portentous Her names of wonder yea, I know ye now: !
While a weird Sun blinks dwarfed within Your majesty of godlike Presences ;
Now evening falls an aromatic breath : Yet with no rapture of strong youth's
Of amber oozing from a dun-red bark, acclaim
And mountain herb, and many a mountain I hailyou, as a lowlier brother may
flower Hail a liege lord, a hero, or a king.
Pervades the air slow clearing from the cloud But I have come into your awful courts,
A vaselike cleft between two snowy peaks A poor blind broken pilgrim from afar.
Glowingly fills with a pale violet ;
Who faltering chances upon some august
Beneath appears fair Ocean's purple line, Assembly of dread princes, and bows low,
Far away from far portals of the pass. Yet only craves to learn if haply he,
Lower, a surge of huge dun purple rock, Who used to lead his poor blind footsteps on
Tumultuously contorted, rolls a rude With such clear-seeing love, a little child,
And shadowy chaos interposed between Who has been lost to him, alas for long. !
Dark peaks and me Night's ever-deepening : And whom he vainly seeks about the world,
gloom About the dreary, barren world, be here?
Engulfs the gorges all is mighty Music,
: But meeting no response to his demand,
Phantasmal symphony of ghostly Form, He can but idly weep a moment, ere
A visionary Chorus with no sound ! He grope his weary way abroad again.
Stern-visaged Isle ! upon thy rocky breast These are but void and ruined courts to me
Two sons were nurtured, heritors of fame. Of faded splendour, unremembered Power !
The one drew pride and ruin from thy veins. Icannot see aright, I cannot feel.
Towering portentous, terrible, alone, And while men prate of knowing all the laws,
A scourge of God Napoleon drew power
; The mortal cold possessing human hearts
To desolate the world ; while Paoli Weighs down their eyes in deep sepulchral
Drank from dark fountains of thy resolute gloom.
blood But if some Angel's sword from forth the
The patriot's unshamed integrity. night.
With vasty voice of Doom, by human tongues
Behold ! I stand within a place of graves : Called thunder, leapt, and smote me out of all
Low wooden crosses o'er the lonely dead. These evil dreams named living, might I find
Within the wondrous amphitheatre My little child, and with him find the Lord ?
Of mountains overshadowing they rest
Watched, warded, in those awful arms they We journey ever higher, through a grove
lie. Of moonlit chestnut, where a babbling stream.
Ah ! Nature here hath roused herself to robe At intervals, in open forest glades,
! ; ; ;! ! ! !
Flashes with ruffled, wandering, pale flame. A beacon, like thy sunlit spires up yonder,
The air is richly laden with sweet spoil A clarion, like the unfurling of loud thunder
From fragrant flower, and foliage faint-green Among thine echoing ravines and rocks.
Shadowy-folded hills and dells involved And turbulent elemental shocks,
Whisper of verdure lush, luxuriant, ?"ar-rolling banner, blazoned with fierce light.
Known to fair elves, or rills who tinkling Shaken in false faces of the hosts of night
glide,
Telling sweet secrets, haunted of shy beams. I deem it well awhile to linger here.
Whene'er the whims of leafy Ariels, My weary heart was weakened with pale fear,
And cloudy gossamer, aloft allow And loss of him who made the world so dear.
Their gentle wandering tall asphodel, ; Low care, dull disappointment, and vain
And flowery fennel, either side our way. strife
Often we dim discern ; but where the woods With strangling sins, and problems of mad
No longer in their colonnades of gloom life:
Involve our path, beyond the precipice. My conquered soul lay open to despair,
Behold how all the regions of the north,
! Whose cold grey waters moaned unchallenged
Height, depth, and breadth, are held, filled, there.
dominated For not alone my dearest hope lay slain,
By one supreme pale presence, Monte d'Oro And the few loved ones who are left me wane
His spirit-robes far floating, a dim grey, Like fairy gold, but all around lie blent
Sombre with forest, pallid with the moon, In one dishonoured ruin, pale and rent,
His kingly crest snow-gleaming to the stars. Children with women, lately fair as day,
Now overmoaned by men who rave and pray
Pan is not dead ! He lives ! He lives for
For rest beside them And my country 1
ever
hounds
These awful Demiurgic Powers named Nature
The oppressor on she jeers at the death- !
slave.
Mine aching wound shall heal ; for I shall find
Now, for her base greed, thrusts him to his
My lost, for whom I long ; from thee, my
grave ^^ !
friend,
Alas in her dear bosom want and crime
!
time !
The shepherd calling to his fellows Gleam with white wings of Angel pre-
In sparry hollows of the crags, sence.
Many a mountain demon bellows So fledged with plumes we scarce may
Among wild, caverned peaks and jags. know
Flowers in the pastoral valley Sheeny cloud from downy snow.
Ever with soft breezes dally, Until I marvel if, in the glory
Mellow bells of mild-eyed kine. Of yon serene ethereal pleasance,
While they saunter, and recline. Mine angel, mine
Soothe the sense ; on waters green Nestle softly with the rest
A white-winged shallop sails serene. If a moment he reposes
In a lofty upland bower On the aerial mount of Roses
Of whose verdures dower
foliage, Or where from Jungfrau's radiant breast
Far-offbloom of lake and hill Roll white thunderous avalanches,
With lovelier beauty, musing still, And the dim ravine swift blanches
'Neath young leaves I see fair roses With a ghostly snow
Glowing over violet water. Fair, far below
Whose calm iris-gleam reposes. So white-winged Consolation glides
Faintly clouded, Heaven's daughter, Into a heart where Death abides . . .
Eager to scale thy snows, and gladly dare, Do not all things die ?
Surely 'tis well once more awhile to be Rachel for ever weeps her little ones ;
Here morning land of holiest Liberty!
in the For ever Rizpah mourneth her slain sons.
Here presence-chamber of high Nature,
in the Arise, arise
Here at the feet of her immortal stature, Threaten not the tranquil skies
Gazing within her calm supernal eyes,
My soul, assoiled from earth's insanities, Only a little ciiild !
And loosed from suffocation, draws free breath. Behold them flash a moment wild
Inhaling draughts of powers divine, that are
With stormlight, a pale headlong mass
Eternal strength, in spirit, earth and star;
Of foam, into unfathomable gloom !
Untiring battle with the foe within. Revels red with human slaughter
Until, through Christ, I conquer all my sin. Arise, arise !
And sleepless war upon His enemies without. Threaten not the tranquil skies.
A moment o'er the wintry path I trod, He was the world to me.
Pierced to the heart, insane, defiled,
Tellest, we toil, we climb, we faint, we fall
All holiest hope ! foul mockery,
Yet ever rise, until we rest, Love reigning all
Childhood's innocent mirth and rest
in all
Yea, now and evermore Love reigneth over Man's brief life a brutal jest.
There is no God ;
all.
Earth is Love's sepulchral sod!
Another Voice.
ONLY A LITTLE CHILD
Only a little child !
Only a little child! Who made him loving, fair, and mild,
Stone cold upon a bed And to your soul so dear ?
Is it for him you wail so wild, His lowly spirit seemed divine,
As though the very world were dead ? Burning in a heavenly shrine.
Arise, arise Arise, arise
Threaten not the tranquil skies With pardon for the tranquil skies.
! ; ; ! ! !
Then flung him down into the dust, Then he lists to every tune,
To perish on the blade ! Growing very weary soon.
"
: ; !
Than earth's fairest flowers are Death echoing from his awful vault
!
And whensoe'er pain made him wild. Whose dark, dewy eyes reposed
His mother sang it ; then, released, On some far-off enrapturing vision
The child himself sang on, nor ceased Of the children's realm elysian !
For I think that fatal even, Not dead not dead howe'er we missed him
! 1
While upon death's wave he drifted. Heaven, too, vouchsafes another token
While the mist of life was lifted. The little organ was not broken !
On our earth-shore he heard his mother. Lo ! baby turns it round and round.
And pure angels on the other ; Rejoicing in the wonted sound.
We and they hearing the low voice of him Yea, singing in his blouse of blue.
who travelled Lovelier than we ever knew.
Between us, darkling, a wee pilgrim who the
mystery unravelled !
Even so she sang to him. While he lay nightly racked with pain.
While his lovely eyes grew dim, Wept and shrieked the hurricane.
In former eves,
fair while he Yea, on that terrible night he died,
Loosed waifs of singing dreamily, The clamour of fell fiends, beside
Till he floated into sleep. Themselves with hell's blaspheming anger.
Now it is more strange and deep. Exultant in his god-wept languor,
"Jesus," he murmured, hearing the Lord call Seemed to hound him on to death,
" Fear not, My darling, on My heart to fall 1
Hungry for his innocent breath !
Her raptured whiteness undefiled. While wavelight all the rocky temple dowers,
Golden, blood -jasper, grey, with woven smiles
Quavering musical, 'mid velvet piles
VII Wine-dark, fern-tufted I am afloat in froth,
;
With shells, bathing their lucid filaments Shattered upon your iron rocks,
In lapsing crystal among twilit grots,
; Stifled in wild water-shocks,
FulfiUing strange mysterious intents, Shall I not find within the gloom.
I hear far waters commune in dim spots There darkness of my doom,
in the
With weird rock-comrade, monster fish, or seal, A dewy dawn of one who left
Or slumberous anemones that feel. Me moaning, when my heart was cleft ?
Through yon chaotic arch of vasty height, A sweet auroral rising of my sun.
Of grand proportion, hewn by Titan hand Who went out unaware, before his course
Of turbulent tempest, flying in blue light was run.
Appear white sails, and capes of basking land. And I lay darkling ere my day was well
Rich hazy brown here towering dread forms
; begun ? "
Of silent crag brood awful and alone :
That wear, combat, caress their writhen stone. But in a tone remonstrant, mild.
Like one who soothes a fevered child,
Methought fair Earth and Sky and Sea
My soul said then to Earth and Air : Responded very quietly
" How can I deem that ye would dare " Do you, then, our poor brother, ask
To smile and dally, if ye did If all we wear the traitor's mask
The deed of darkness ! holding hid On this our festival of gladness ?
My stolen child, my withered blossom. We pity, pardoning, your madness !
Plucked, trampled, dead in your dark bosom He is not dead whom you so cherish !
If at the heart of your mad glee How may a human spirit perish ?
My living child lay lifelessly ! Spirits ! ye dream a lovely dream.
And your horrible vampire life
all And call it what we only seem !
With his precious blood were rife ! Ye call us Nature we are angels.:
My child's pale corpse within your cave ! Maturing sense to all that lives.
And end of him who lent
this the But once ye dwelt in Eden then —
Blue heaven my dull firmament
to ! We were gods who dwelt with men ;
Of him, whose holy opening flower Your antenatal sphere remember ;
Claimed eternity for dower ! Clear the earth-ash from the ember I
Who from our green lowly sod Spirits immortal all we live and move
!
With wee white hands reached up to God, In One, whose name is the Eternal Love.
Yea, talked familiarly with Him, Yea, with flame-clasp of suffering
As with myself, ere earth grew dim Christ's own divine embraces cling !
With his strange silence, and the loss Your little one is only gone up higher,
That stole from beauty all her gloss, Burns now, and glows with more seraphic fire
And charm for ever left the world! For this we bound him to the funeral pyre !
A faded mouldering banner furled, Yea, folded closer, closer to our breast.
Once thundering glorious, impearled, His accents reach you from our radiant rest,
Aflame with morning Mockery ! ! Mingling with ours Ah with sweet surprise
! !
holy one
"Pardon, Lord I" I cried. "Oh, take my
Till thou tread upon my heart
darling I
I have looked along the flowery vistas And I felt a little babe may on a stranger
Of his lovely paradisal spring ;
For a while a fondling joy confer,
I have mused, and seen myself beholding Yet if he hear the low tone of his mother,
His innocence upon the wing. He will bound away to her.
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ; !
Were we high and pure enough to be the He will ever be a child in his sweet spirit
guardians And I deem the very form will never die ;
Of a heavenly soul so pure and high ? But ah the soul slides where she holds no
!
If He brought him to us, He can keep him If I were only sure of his well-being,
Safer than our foolish feeble care ; Sure as I am sure of anguish here.
It is very blind of us to weep him Could I wish him in our foul, infected prison,
Removed from our sad air. Away from his pure air ?
Moved to where the holy ones are telling
Ah ! Thy merciless, stern mercy hath
In pure white lilies the Lord's love,
chastised us.
Where amaranth and asphodel a dwelling
Goading us along the narrow road
Weave around our dove,
Thy bird, who warmed and dazzled us a
Full of wisdom, full of love
moment.
Was it very, very lonely, O my darling Hath returned to Thine abode.
Very lonely for a little child, Lord, when we are purged within the furnace.
Whom we cherished so, and guarded in his May we have our little child again ?
goings, All Thine anguish by the olives in the Garden,
Carried from us to the wild, All Thy life and death are vain.
When thy dear bewildered eyes looked back If Thou yield us not our own again !
upon us.
And we longed in vain to keep thee, or to
follow,
A SOUTHERN SPRING CAROL
Longed for glimpses of thee disappearing O Spring ! O Spring ! O Southern Spring !
Whisper softly,
'
' Come, and kiss us ! For it seems a happy ghost
Part us not from the sweet brood From the seraph host !
"
Of our companions in the wood ! Never bride dissolved in love,
Earth's fair features, every one Never saint in realms above,
Instinct with spirit of the sun, Nor lark on his own music tost.
Radiate well-married hues, Hath more joy than this, embossed,
Blent with air and ocean blues. Shadowy, rare.
Verily I seem to stand On pale blue air ;
Gemmed with mild fires, inhabits air With their weary sullen features,
Living stars above are set, All wild splendour of their pride,
But I have felt the vision dawn. Emblems of our human race.
Will lighten mirth from his dear face More scornfully he said :
Without him is but blind and dumb You shall arise, singing an idle song,
His sacred toys lie idle now ;
As were you glad again ;
O'er them the pale anguished brow For you were glad of yore !
Of Love's forlorn despair we bend, New circumstance, new care, shall cause to
Hoping life's dull pain may end ;
wane
Tillanon some organ sounds His very image, till your eyes no more
In the street, but no glad bounds Behold him in the deep
Of a child's light feet we note Dark mere of memory ;
Run to hear the music float, Although you peer therein, and wail and weep,
Climb upon a chair to see You shall but find a vacant, smiling sky;
Dancing dolls' bedizened glee, Till with faint listless wonder you espy
Or the monkey's mimicry. Wan, withered Love, who falters there to die
Even from your heart's shrine
What shall I do ? . . . Full many others, Your idol shall be torn ;
Little ones who seem his brothers, As erst your joys, so now your sorrows fine
Take delight in things like these !
I scatter with cold scorn !
Do they ail, or doth the breeze All ye shall jeer at yourown oath
Of pleasure ripple o'er their faces, Of infinite fidelity
I will contemplate their graces ; Ye shall forswear yourselves, and be to both
I will be a minister Heaven and earth, and your own selves a
The fountain of their joy to stir, mockery
In such resorts, and by such measures, Poor fool I will extinguish every ember.
!
As were wont to yield him pleasures ; Love, hope, grief, all remaining of you yet
Or where little hearts may ail, Yea, though thou vow to God thou wilt
Love's yoke-fellow, I will not fail. remember.
Where are tears and visage pale, Thou shalt forget
!
Ours, how weak soe'er, be strife. I moan no more in pain, nor lie foredone,
On the holy side of life !
Self-scorned, a hissing to white orbs that roll,
How loud soe'er the world may roar, Flawless, annealed, obedient to their sun.
We know Love will be conqueror If thou hast plunged in night his precious soul.
How wilt thou hinder me
From taking sanctuary
"THE SEA SHALL GIVE UP In that eternal gloom from woe and shame ?
HER DEAD" A holiest Altar, if the child who was all free
from blame
Time spake to " Behold me : ! Be lying mute before
I slay your dearest one ! The dim grey stone of Silence, cold for ever-
And with him, dead beneath the churchyard more !
There he and 1 shall rest in peace, And though the soul bewildered err from life
of release !"
" Oft on me in dream
I spake again to Time : My blessed one will gleam.
"Thou liest in thy throat All palpable as when at first
All may change, or fall, or climb, He quenched my spirit's longing thirst
Yet all lives self-retained in change, tho' I fold him close, I feel him kiss,
never so remote. I feel his hands, his hair ; the bliss
Yea, the old form I knew No fuller was of yore,
Abideth out of view. And asking for no more,
Now first fulfilled in other, I thank the Lord for this.
For each is by a brother ; Howbeit I clasp him closer than of old,
In some alien guise As if I knew I only may enfold
The dead are risen lo : ! to longing eyes. For a brief moment, dim divining why,
When Occasion calls aloud Foreboding him compelled anon to fly.
To the Past within the shroud, Troubled I own that somewhat seems
When Destiny, the omnipotent, shall wave amiss.
Her hand, the Past shall start from his deep And nor asleep nor waking may I unravel
grave, this!
And Memory restore Often I am aware that he hath died.
What seemed in wan Oblivion buried ever- And living by my side.
yet I hold him
more. Enough he gleams upon my lonely tomb,
!
Sea that moans for human ravage, ever Among stern crags, from wan night-clouds,
hungering for more he gloweth in my gloom !
Once more he is the child, the blithe boy- Ah strengthen, purge our eyes we would ! !
Who lay concealed below life's lavish later Then error, wrong, and sorrow shall vanish
growth. all away
! ! ! ;
Heavenward from awful summits fraught A flower of fire ascends, and floating free,
with morn, Winged with intolerable splendour, soars
One fiery snow Upon the craggy surge,
!
imperially
Rude rocky village eyries are upborne Then all the vibrant ocean blazeth.
Nature arises from Death's cold engulfing Earth, whene'er she turns away,
wave. Deems there is a death of Day.
Fair facing these, in Morn's unearthly Herbs wake to fragrance ; flowers from
smile, soft dream ;
O'er purple Main's horizon, lo ! a snowy- A myriad hearts pour forth their orison
mountained isle At thy sublime epiphany, O solemn-soaring
In soft air's primrose, Sun!
A violet-flushing rose. Yet thou, fair Light Supreme,
Shadowy gleaming island ! art thou solid To these who feel thy beam,
strand. Art but a moon-pale shadow of the Eternal
Or pageant of cloudland ? One!
In memory's far world a visionary pile? Thou mighty living Soul, in whom we live
Some dear dream beyond our scope and move,
In heavenlier realms of faith or hcjpe ? Feedest upon the fire divine of spiritual Love.
When will our wings, or fair El-Sirat come,
And we fly home?
Of musing faith and prayer, of love and lofty
deed,
Noon
A very iris-arch to heaven is wrought. Now at full noon a
silver silence reigns;
from the spirit falls her homely weed.
Till The pines are fragrant, and the mountain
And white wings wave where otherwhile was thyme ;
276 DEATH
Blue skies arch over blue inclining seas.
Evening
Midway beneath me, girt with leafy gold,
A brown old convent in a nest of trees Now, pearl-grey ocean blent with opal skies,
Tranquil abides yon lowly shadows fold
; We know no more dim airs from aery main ;
From slow white cloud yon height of sombre Unbodied, in the heart of ever-deepening
;
form, shades
For all day's rich caresses, hath retained
His lonely gloom, broods o'er the night San Remolo.
enorm
Of his own shadow whelming the wide earth.
DEATH
Now in deep stillness, as of calm white
death, Death is very beautiful,
What wraith of dubious low sound hath birth Solemn, pure, and calm,
As from another world? slow wins more As in a shadowy cloister cool
breath ? A lowly murmured psalm
May itbe mellow sound of some far bell After some fierce battle-cry
From a far hamlet on far height ? But why In the windy glare hard by.
Do the dear airs bear him I love so well. Nay, very terrible is death
The image of my lost, who ever nigh A cold, white shape of fear ;
My heart abides, more close against me, so By it we talk with bated breath,
That I behold him, and he seems to call As if the thing could hear.
In these low melodies that faintly flow, So like, and so unlike the face
And float upon blue waves aerial ? Ah why borrow
! their dear grace ?
His own sweet self thrills memory her ; hall. Nay thou cold mockery of life
!
Dark as a tomb, glows warm ; the cloudy Death, take any other guise
pall If they with living joy be rife.
Exhales ; he wears fair flowers for a dress, Why looks their image on this wise ?
Pure outbirth of a child's meek holiness Why make us deem they turn to this,
His own sweet self haunts memory WTio were the pulse of all our bliss ?
The dead, the distant, all are with us still; Come and see him by-and-by,!
Yea, they may be more with us if we will, Kiss the unanswering icy stone,
For deepening our roots, and branching And know thyself alone, alone!
higher, My repose is long and deep.
Illusions shrivel in God's unconsuming fire,
Not a passing earthly sleep."
And we find one another
Where is no death to hide, no mortal life to Nay this hath some inner sense
! ;
Lord ! may we wake to see Thy face, Than are all the pceans
And our beloved in Thine embrace ? Round about the throne.
We dream a dream of cold white death, Scorning the cold splendour
And all our being shuddereth. Of an idle crown.
Ah when may we interpret, Lord,
! Love rears her radiant palace
The meaning of Thy mystic Word ? In our shadow- world of fears,
She mourns by our dark ocean
Death is very pitiful, Of tempestuous tears
Death for a dear child Angels tend the children
A pure white bud some wanton pull Waking or asleep.
Scatters on the wild ! They rebuke the evil.
And yet one woe may deeper move, Who have made them weep.
The dying and the death of Love Heaven's crystal glory gloweth
He seemed so amiable, so fair. Rainbowed as they fly
All holy, a perennial youth To where earth's night, illumined
Dumb and stark he lieth there ; In their sweet charity,
God Himself may weep for ruth. Dawneth silently !
Now dear angels lull them They are defiled and ruined earth.
Into such deep rest ! The passing stranger flies.
Cruel faces vanish, The twain who watched them warmly curled,
And all the loveless waste, Asleep with locks of gold.
In a fair home they find them, Felt that for them the whole wide world
Tenderly embraced. Nestled there aureoled.
And now they lie unknown, unnamed,
And when we deem them dying.
In London's awful roar
More life the Lord imparts, ;
In slumber tranquilly.
Because of the frail snowflake
From the close clasp of loving arms.
Their kind bosoms wear.
From heedless holiday.
The snowflake melts in glory,
Hurled upon death's dire alarms,
The little child awakes ;
And to uncared-for clay
Under the smiles of Jesus,
Death-frozen for our sakes.
There are no more snowflakes !
We are with them in heaven. Are they a dim, grey dust? ... or rather.
Doing as they do. Did our Eternal Parent send
Every cross of sorrow Fair shining cohorts of His grace,
Is a blessed pain ; Strong children of His love.
The Lord Jesus bore it, Who minister before His face.
Proving it pure gain. Swift-thronging from above,
! ; ;! ; ! ;
To gather them from forth the gloom, God is the God-forsaken Man ;
To shield them in the shock of doom, His eyes with human woes are wan ;
Thronged all the approaches of God's throne. Yet know not other elfin noises
While Christ arose above. That waking near me softly stir.
Smiling a welcome to His own While a shadowy bough faint poises.
Babe brethren of His love. Dreamily athwart the beryl
. . Yet ah the hideous prospect whirls
. ! ; Of sensitive sun-lighted leaves;
Death-slumber seems profound And breathlessly, as in play-peril.
With ghastly gleams the river swirls The laughing rillet swiftly cleaves
Blindly above the drowned ! A way through trees and flowers who love him,
, . Nay, but the children are awake,
. Waving green arms while he flows.
Although we hear them not With touch light hindering above him.
Our dear ones their sweet prattle make As they would kiss him while he goes.
In some fair, far cot. But he merrily from them flows.
I deem our life is a red flame Blessing the green twilit heart,
Of purgatorial fire ; As erst to mine my little one would songful
And Death, God's calm white angel, came light impart
From the Eternal Sire, Ah! now my fairy brook is dry ;
To lay cool hands before their eyes, Where are the playful gleamings of his eye,
Shadowing from the glare, Or songs of his sweet innocent revelry?
And in profound tranquillities But while I love the gentle woodland,
To hide from our despair. And fragrant pines that stir and sing
One pure white Light is over all, Hushfully in upland valleys.
One Spirit-Pulse serene, Blue lakes, and every living thing,
Who when we rise, and when we fall, I love the little human children
Unmoved approves the scene. Better than all woods and flowers.
For Love Lord from Heaven to Hell,
is The music of their innocent gambols
Walks our red waves of sorrow ; More than springs and summer showers.
Love weeps beside us all is well ;
;
And my heart is never lonely
Day will dawn to-morrow. If in roving I may meet
Love weeps beside us, and within A few little children only
Love moaneth for our lot With their merrily flying feet,
Behold his vassals. Death and Sin,
! In the playfield fresh from school,
Chained to his chariot Or among glades of woodland cool.
Love sleeps not, throned indifferent They are fair meanings of the daylight.
Upon a lordly scorn ;
Clear fulfilment of meek flowers,
He Man, whose brows are
is the rent All a shyly wandering laylight
With sorrow's crown of thorn. Would say among her leafy bowers.
! ; ! ! —"
! !
Of my low-responding breast,
Even as a faint afterglow Aspens whisper in grey air,
Dawns in the ever-faded west. Whisper as they whispered when.
And so God gives all babes to me, Playing among them blithe and fair.
In place of Baby who is gone ; He drew my soul from a dark den
Yet ah the whole fair human family
! Of dismal shadows with his song ;
Weighs lighter than my little one Whisper like a gentle throng
Of spirits murmuring " Rejoice !
Ah ! the dear old moorland path, Him to feel and hear and see,
Every nook and corner hath Somewhen, somewhere, the wan stem of
A remembrance bitter-sweet. endeavour
Three long years, all winter, scenes Shall flower in vision, radiant for ever
Afar have held me, many a care, Ah may ! I not thy semblance find
But my heart for ever leans In the low light, or the low wind ?
The moor where Love left me forlorn. Refuse me him for whom I pant.
There is night upon the moor, God, Virtue, Heaven, I resign
There is night upon my heart And surely in the dim pinewood,
A low moon consoles the moor, Or in the garden where he leapt,
And his memory my heart. In the enchanted solitude
All is redolent of him ;
Under the window where he slept,
Here from heaven he came.
to us If anywhere within the bound
Loosed here many a merry whim. Of worldwide being he hath breath,
Joy sparkling o'er the fountain brim Is it not here he may be found,
Of his white spirit here the flame
; Loosed from the monster fold of Death,
Of Love's own life burned holily Safe from the hunger of dim Death?
On the moorland ; his birth-name Under the window where he slept.
The heather gave him ; home to die Or in the day-time danced and sang
"
; ! !! !! !! ! !; ! !! !
With his boy brother, where we wept When he flew forth, our fluttered bird.
Hot tears of blood for his death-pang, Carolling toward the sun.
His long, long pain and where he lay,! Within our mournful souls there stirred
White lilies o'er him, the king-lily, The living Child, the Eternal One
Moonpale and cold, who was the day, Welcome, Child Jesus ! Christ is come
Will he not come now, pure and stilly. In glory, not in earthly weed
And touch, and whisper " Father mine, a child, He makes His home
Still
In twilight, and they name thy name Ah ! not under the heather bells
Alas I am not sure,
! my dove, And while he dwelleth in high heaven,
If they be thine ! they do not seem the same Under some sweet angel's care,
And in my dreams they whisper still, He also sootheth our sad even,
Often they seem to sob and moan, Ever radiantly fair.
Surely know them for thine own : Why seek the living among the dead ?
I deem they may be demon hosts who jeer, They are not here ! alive, arisen.
Maddening mortals with false hope and fear. Only a ray of them hath fled ;
From the scene of our delight. . What is our life, and what is death
. . ?
Lo ! the little flower hath spoken, There, in the days that are no more,
The frail white blossom hath a token Thy mother sang thee soft to sleep ;
Yea, upon our world of woe Ah, child ! to think that I was here
Shut thy pure eyes, dear baby, so Or ever thou, love, did appear
Better, better, so On our earth-sphere
Earth's fairest promise founders on the deep ; How I wonder from what regions,
Better innocent sleep From what shadowy love-legions.
What heritage I leagued thee, love Thou earnest here
Sleep, sleep, my dove ! I thank thee. Heaven, that I quaffed
Fly me take refuge
! in the blue above Such a deep delicious draught
From our dim grove From his clear life None came to waft
!
Thou would mimic the cock crowing. We never, never dreamed of this.
Cheerily in yonder room ;
Lingering in vistas of immortal bliss !
How thy voice thrilled through me glow- Ah ! scornful irony of lordly Fate,
ing. Dallying with mortals in their mean estate!
Gleam waking vaults of age-long gloom
Heard from afar by me, as in a tomb Nay, surely he hath grown my guide.
By bitter memory wrought, Who lately faltered by my side.
Passion-fraught
Have deepened, widened into skies,
There at morn thou and thy brother With sweet star influences fraught
Let your frolic fancies bubble, Ah ! let me fare beneath them as I ought
Not for worlds your nurse or mother Thou art the Lord's own minister
The sun was sinking in the west But O Thou Spirit at the core
Cold horror held me as he lay Of our numb spirits, more and more
... I thought I heard him called away ! . . . May we hold and feel Thy truth,
Once, when I brought him forth for air, Ever aging into youth !
I set him ailing on the stile. Thou who wert awake in God,
Till I should fetch from over there What time Thy feet storm-beaten trod
His pet toy creature with a smile,
; Grey waves of our bewilderment,
He prayed that I would go " for he ; Oh, save us from the death where we lie pent I
Oh, lead me where the lily blows Every lowly thing that feels,
When rainbow dews are pulsing joy, The Lord hath laid on him
Or sunny waves, or leaflets toy. A wonderful spell.
Then he who sleeps Flower-band childly.
Softly wakes within my heart Callaway fear I
Or is he hiding
Here in the hall.
And he come gliding
will
CHRISTMAS EVE Swift when we call ?
Yea I have found him,
!
May I not trust Thee with them, who art the The cloud may sail there,
me ?
pity in Day flow and fail there,
For how my heart leaps up when I see their And the eagle fly,
Then the womb of all were chaos, one wild From yon cloud-delver
disharmony Of gleaming eye
Nay, the river of reason sweeps imperially The moon may tarry with
rolling Her pale bow,
To a goal of reconcilement afar from mortal And moonrise marry with
eye! Virgin snow,
Refuse foul is food for a fair supernal flower ;
Blue heavens abide.
Blaspheme not the rank soil where a pure Or solemn-eyed
blossom springs Stars by night, who gaze and go
For blossom soars away in a singing-bird's Ah ! ne'er pollute
blithe pinion, With a mortal foot
And bird yields a meek life for a spiritual Yon realms of spirits aerial
king's. All but the lute
Discord feeds, and fades in a universal Of air be mute
chorus, From rosy morn to evening fall.
Heaves in waves of mystic music among the But man, be far from the holy height,
heavenlies out of sight. Soil no fair fields of frosty light
; ! !! ! ! !
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How may we trust Thee, Majesty Supreme ! Were an atonement for the loss of one.
We whose dim life fleets by, an idle dream, Poor hearts expiring rend with wail sublime
Amid the ruining welter, and the wash God's vast world-palace, founded upon crime,
Of shattered Faiths, and holiest Hopes that Whose ponderous, hell-poised blocks for
flash their cement
To moment, or slow wane,
annihilation in a Have meek red blood of all the innocent
Till what lay desert desert lies again. Nay, some faint protest of a humblest heart
Fooled for an hour with visions of ripe grain, Should shame and shatter such infernal art
Withered ere harvest Oh, the weary round
! If He be lord who builds it, we will not
Of life and death halting within a bound Worship, in how fierce fires soe'er our lot
Of adamant, and fluctuating, ever He appoint for our rebellion but I deem !
Goaded to dissonant, impotent endeavour 'Tis only fever that so makes it seem !
Where now the morning-land of Love we saw ? For it their souls one refiise-heap were hurled,
Vanished, a pure white snow-wreath in a Bleeding and writhing, to annihilation,
thaw! For some sleek mortal god to inhale oblation
Where youth's high hope to order the wild Of wastebreaths, wrung from sentient agony,
world ? A vampire draining life of these who die !
A once-bright banner, mouldering and furled So that fierce carnage, cast in foemen's
The stern resolve to mould a world within ? bronze.
Dead in deep jungles of inveterate sin ! Mounts serpentine to swell Napoleon's
Inhuman triumph, whose proud solitude
Or may the race prove conqueror, tho' we Stands pillared, purpled with the people's
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Piteously silent, utter loud reproof Say, whence this thirst for truth and righteous-
On Him who holds Himself unseen, aloof, ness.
And makes Him sport, engendering their vain If there be no eternal Spring to bless,
Faith, effort, prayer, the longer to sustain No Arm to quell the tyrant, or redress
This miserable mockery of life Mad earth's injustice? MyriadfoKl we grovel,
Wherewith He endows them, grim and cold, A human swine on palace floor, and hovel.
and rife Bound by a Circe, albeit half aware
With cruel humour, with insane, fierce relish We are fallen gods in some sublime despair
For wine of anguish wrung from tortures
hellish O monstrous Nature! human-headed Beast,
Of souls and bodies lo we all pass by,
! ! Thou cannibal at some unnatural feast
Saluting Csesar, men who are to die On thine own offspring who hast whelped
! !
the fiend,
Or is it but inevitable, blind. And man, whose offal-feeding frenzy gleaned
Dull monster Force, that doth terrific grind The hell-field of foul horrors, left unreaped
Forth idle aspiration, and fond fears. By devils; his black coward heart full-steeped
and terror, and wild tears
Illusive bliss, In outrage, lies, and murderous lust for pain.
From one dim, boundless chaos of a womb, Whom all the unbounded tortures bigots feign
Till, white with horror of the waking doom, May purge not from the abominable stain
All cower for refuge in their natal tomb?
O monstrous world, where innocent chil-
Hath God, like mortals, a divided will, dren jostle
Drunkenly reeling from weak good to ill ? Fiends from the pit I where snakes constrict
Yea, there be throned gods, fallen dignities ! the throstle,
But high beyond we lift our longing eyes ! Singing of Paradise ! infuse the fire.
Ye may not fold your thoughts at such a And gloat upon her pangs till she expire,
goal, Her music foundering in confusion dire
Impelled to seek the spiritual Pole,
Ideal lodestar of the pilgrim soul Surely there be twin fountains of the world.
And Love brought forth what Hate to ruin
What meaneth, then, this horrible array ? hurled !
Abortions seizing hard breath for a day Love and they sing
looses lucid waters,
When they have mangled, mad with famine- But ever one squats to pollute the spring
rages, Ah, Lord who wiliest well Thy lame hands
! !
Loathsome with low lust, anguish, desolation ! While Death and Sin defile Thy Bride before
Until awakes Man's mournful generation the altar
From the colossal ruin of lost life ;
Poor Love! and couldst not Thou preserve
And lo his infinite, opening eyes
! are rife Thy daughter
With hunger for eternal days, and good, From infamy and ravishment and slaughter?
Piteously craved as necessary food I know not only know that we are blind.
I . . .
Reveal from whence the holy hunger comes Thou wilt divide this kingdom of the mind,
For all the mute onlookers turn their thumbs Thou threatenest if I dare l^ehold Thy face,
Doomward around the immense arena spaces. Nor cower obsequious in my native place ?
As Man, the victim, peers in their dread I see Thy doom-engraving fiery finger!
Implacable, though all the beauty-flower Tho' jealous. Thou arraignest for high treason
Of the young gladiator plead with power Our Babylonian banquets of the reason.
; ! ! ! ! !
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We, scowling outcasts, branded sons of Calvary's midnight, with the cross of shame,
Cain, The very heart of Love's immortal flame
Hear with a vast, ineffable disdain While agony weighs common mortals down,
Sleek minions of prosperity prate peace Our heroes lift, and wear it for a crown :
While wrung upon the rack we claim release, A bi)W that none save hallowed hearts may
Or with gnawn entrails clench firm teeth, bend,
nor cry ;
A sword that will the weakling wielder rend,
Let one call to us from the abyss of agony ! Spell for a mightyMage to conjure with,
—
Speak, Jesus! lo! we listen ere we die. Confounding fools who are not of their kith !
Thrice aureoled the sacrificial Lamb, Shall Nature only disappoint, and flout
Rolled in a fair victorious oriflamme Her fairest Son, who floundering in doubt,
Of His own slaughter! fiery pangs of glory, Yet lifts child-eyes in dim pathetic trust,
Wherein a life dissolves to blend one story With, "Mother, wilt thou leave me in the
With God's world-triumph, so alone fulfilling dust?"
True personal being, through the ordeal killing Ye, scarred with moral ulcers from the womb,
Mere individual semblance of an hour Who can but fester for a moral tomb.
While end all martyrs find a power
in the Whom penal strokes, and groping cures
To joy redeeming martyrdom,
in each immerse
When Love's own royal reign hath wholly More deeply in the virus of your curse I
Whose weeds glow with Divine Humanity, We may discern not only through a veil
:
Discovering what we are, were, and shall be We feel some form and our wan cheeks are
:
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Invulnerable however they may tremble,
! But some are so enamoured of dark Death,
And though her love one bitter hour dis- They only long to be relieved of breath.
semble Yet, saving folk whom the fell Fury's goad.
For their maturing with a pitying smile
; Or stern Despair drives from our hard abode,
She views our wilful wandering awhile. Who but a coward self-involved may crave
All are in all they were, and yet shall be, Unending sluggard sleep in the dull grave?
Dawning to conscious self-identity. His own poor comfort so repleteth him,
For all is spirit, and the world is wrought One drop of earth's pale vintage can so brim
In one live loom of myriad-minded thought. A human want we counted infinite,
But what if all sink in the abyss of wrong. Or one defeat so daunt the whim to fight,
And so by dark experience grow strong? That how God's armies fare concerns him not,
Embryo souls, who tortuously mount. If he may lie at ease, and idly rot!
Like fallen water, to their natal fount
Fair glories of a future flower feed Shall one, whose mind co-operates to found
On degradation of her l)uried seed. The vision of a world with ne'er a bound.
Tho' spheral music in dull hearts may sleep, Merge into some mere image, or a feeling
Sound but their own note, they will laugh From forth an alien spirit swiftly stealing?
and leap, Material appearance can be naught.
Even as dumb chords, or flames quiver and Save in a human, or a foreign thought.
sing, All this imperial fabric of the sense
If their peculiar tone be vibrating. Is but our own dull rendering of intense
The sun-god lies not dead within the shroud, Supernal realms of righteousness and love.
Tho' shorn of beams he dwindle in a cloud. Fair shadow of a fairer realm above.
Yea, all the vaster souls in whom we fell The spirit grows the form for self-expres-
By right divine will rouse them from their sion,
hell. And for a hall where she may hold high
To claim the royal heritage of sons. session
And whatsoever beast, or elfin runs With sister souls, who, allied with her,
Through alien regions of the realms of being, create
\Vhere every pilgrim haply halts in fleeing Her fair companion, her espoused mate.
From God to God, accomplishing the round Ever the hidden Person will remould
Allotted, when he hath won the vantage- For all our lives fresh organs manifold.
ground Gross for the earthly, for the heavenly
And heights of destiny, unrolled sublime fine,
Beneath he will behold the vales of time, Ethereal woof, wherein their graces shine.
And every station where he made sad pause, And there be secret avenues, with doors
'Mid ranks unseen, breathing unheard ap- Yielding access to inmost chamber floors
plause. Of the soul's privacy all varying frames,
;
Who helped, with touch impalpable of soul Responsive to the several spirit-flames.
On soul, the spirit journeying to her goal The vital form our lost now animate
Nor in sad sooth unhindered by the host Is one with what in their low mortal state
Of royal rebels, whom we count for lost, They made their own ; the corse mere ashes,
Yet who, like men, are only gold and clay ;
waste,
Nor by some loathly haunters of the grey For all grand uses of the world replaced.
Breath from low-lying pestilential mud, A larva needs no more the unliving husk,
Earth's hideous lusts leave in their filthy When soaring winged he rends the dwelling
flood. dusk.
! :
;
!
!
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Arabble rout of Sense light-headed pours But how conceive that there may ever be
Into the holy Spirit-temple doors, Change in the nerve of change, our known
Where many a grave and stately minister identity ?
The bloomy beams, and all the shadowy Love may not compass her full harmony.
blooms
Wanting the deep dread note of those who die.
And as with master-hand He sweeps the
Are pure white Light eternal that illumes
grand awakening chords,
A universal conscious Spirit-whole,
Fair modulated in each several soul
Our wailing sighs leap winged, live talismanic
words,
To many-functioned organs of one Will,
Dull woes and errors tempered to seraphic
Whose sovran Being who prevails to kill ?
swords.
We may expand our being to embrace,
Love's colour-chorus flames with glorious
And mirror all therein of every race ;
morning-red,
Each is himself by universal grace.
His alchemy transmuting the poured heart's
Dying is self-fulfilment and we cherish
;
Aware that Thou art better than our best. While wakening unhindered
Wings of filmy grace
From the poor frayed swathings
Of his soiled garments break.
THE DESERT SHALL BLOSSOM And delicate soft bathings
AS THE ROSE" In the moon-sphere make.
Behold they turn to flowers,
I
And no goal
there is Ye divine it, fathers.
My hand is on the hollow, Who have a child above !
Darling, where thou art . . Now his own arms have uttered
.
Roses red,
. . An orbed luminous haze-lily,
. Lie on the form of the
Eor pistil the Moon-pearl Early dead ;
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MY SISTER
! ! !
She cursing God and man dies: ye who keep One would surmise the new-born delicate
High festival with morning, temple, tower, leaves
Broad palace, rather in congenial night Thronged to the ends of all the twigs to hear
Avoid ashamed the level eyes of light Innumerable bird-song, called from sleep
Cower hidden royal river in your pride,
!
By many a plumed Orpheus their blithe notes ;
tolled j
It seems afar one smoke above the silver
Thou on the proud dome, glistering cross of Of birchen boles beneath, the English flower,
;
Plunged in Earth's heart by some infernal Of greening earth, her still abiding smiles
Lord? Fair with assurance of humility.
Brethren of Him who fainted on the wood, And when their pale cool flame is far efiused.
\Vhat help is found in yon devouring rood ? Earth in her lowlihood Heaven, may vie with
With Heaven, what time the dawning East
What help? what hope? a sceptred Woman conceives
bows A half-awakened light hued like the flower.
Under a lowly lintel, and none knows ;
Humbly she helpeth bitter loathly need, Down a green dale I heard some children
Beareth the burden, dons the lowly weed. roam.
Babes the high honour of their trust confer Merrily laughing by a rivulet ;
Upon this royal lady, and by her Then a hawk hovered, and sweet songs were
Perchance the city may be saved from fire, hushed
That lurid lurks, and threats to make it one In the grove under.
red funeral pyre I
All the scene grew dim,
i Appeared to melt before mine eyes, and change.
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300 A LAY OF CIVILISATION
I heard, and heard not, for the land dis- How changed, O Thames ! from in thine
solved, earlierhour
And clouding slowly, lo ! another sound, Of child-like dallying among reeds and lilies.
Akin to the sea-sound, was in mine ears, White swans, and flowers, and boats of
Resembling some huge roar of a far furnace, lingering lovers.
Whose sullen flare through wallowing mists By Marlow, Maidenhead, or Cliveden Grove I
impure
Burned like the fire-flush from those realms But darkness deepens : by the parapet
of Dis Of that great platform which embanks the
In that deep-mouthed verse of the Mantuan. tide.
Huge murmur from the throat of Babylon ! While sudden lights leap to assuage the gloom,
Illimitable leagues of piles confused, Wavering on the water, and loud trains
Dome, tower, and steeple, stately palaces. Turn cloudy fiery serpents on the bridge,
Islanded in a welter of dim street I note the faded features of a girl.
Mean habitations, warrens of dun life, Who clasps a pining infant to her breast,
Tortuous, swarming ; sullied, pale, cramped And my heart, gazing into that wan face,
life, Named her Despair no other name she bore
;
With, in the midst, a large imperial River, Surely among the angels, or the fiends,
and troubled, the town's artery.
Turl)id Whose hate environs earth she mounts the :
Whose shores are thronged with warehouse, Happy birds fluting in the leafy woods,
opulent wharf, And children playing by the rivulet I
In Israel to the wilds, ashamed Thames He ravenously feeds ; but one who passed
Rolls headlong, tarries nor to look, nor listen, Bestows a coin within the skeleton claw
Hastens lo hide himself in the great Deep, Of him, who murmurs some faint sound of
There to confide, unbosom, bury there.
The tomb, the womb, the unfathomed other- And then, himself unseen, the benefactor
world. Saw the man kneel bare-headed on the flags,
Absolving and absorbing Mother (Jcean, And lift clasped hands of gratitude to G(jd.
The ineffaljle oppression at iiis heart, It is not far to where the lordly street
The horror of unutterable wrong Hath wares luxuriant myriad-fold displayed
— ! ;
A LAY OF CIVILISATION
Behind illumined panes the hurrying throngs ; Then was I taken through some noisome
Tramp with their broken talk ; they whirl lanes,
on wheels, Among ill faces bleared, unhumanised.
Soft-raimented, gems flashing from white Like hideous apparitions from the tomb.
shoulders, That hoarsely chafiered by lit market-stalls,
Or swarm from forth the stately spectacle, Into a dwelling, meanest of the mean,
Embathed in yellow lustre of the lamps. Where a young child lay weeping crippled ;
frame,
It is a gala-night ; they laugh, they dance, .\nd hopeless face told plainly of one refused
In perflimed chamber youth low whispers Bodily sustenance, untended, maimed,
love; Scarred with habitual blowswhile cruel cold ;
At high doors lounge the sumptuous serving- Looks, and harsh words have laid waste her
men ;
young life.
While glowing globes of emerald or ruby A man weak-visaged cowered before a woman
Adorn, disposed with manifold design. Inflamed with drink, and choler — father,
Each ample thoroughfare the crimson hangs ; mother.
From all high windows; launched from every Men named the pair — and save for reeking
steeple rags
Roll blazoned banners; floods of light beneath Upon the floor, a broken chair, some shards
Hail floods of sound aloft delirious, Of littered food, the filthy room was bare
Pealed from wild reeling bells in dome and But pale Death looked with pity on the
tower ; child. . . .
For some imperial pageantry hath passed, . . . In a vault hard by of some deserted
With blare of scarlet, festival and pomp house
Of martial music, horse-tramp, and clanked There lies the body of a murdered girl.
sabre : None knowing, save night-hearted murderers
Our arms perchance have triumphed on far Unowned, unwept by any man, or woman
fields ; In this confused, loud-battling multitude.
Or it may be the birthday of a king.
And yet my sombre heart reverts to him Is thereindeed no more than doth appear?
Who snatched that offal from the pavement, An outraged and extinguished human soul.
sees Four blank dead walls, a silent senseless
White retrograded faces of the crowd, night
The outraged, foundered womanhood of Senseless and silent, save for our loud ears —
towns : Around the what seemed a child ?
ruin of
Cold women huddling on the stately stairs, Foul insult hath been proffered here to Man !
Who cower in shadow with their babes, till one In all yon vain expanse of impotent worlds,
Bids them begone ; there is no room for them. May none be found to avenge, or make
amends ?
And who is here? a hunger-withered girl. Nay if there are no Presences unseen
!
Tht girl low weeps; the mother waits her child. With their poor lowly cups of cool clear water,
" ! !
In this despair, and dearth, and dissonance, More than ill-breathing nightmares, and dull
Rendering fair Love palpable by loving, coils
Be the sole salt of our dark world's corruption. Of gorged contentment, or the infinite Void,
Thronged with fair semblance? Yea, by
Happy birds fluting in the leafy woods, right divine.
And children playing by the rivulet These are but slaves, and those commanding
kings ;
Next into neighbouring tenements I came, They travail till the God be formed in man ;
Where hideous Lust with venal Force con- Yea, realms of rapine, limbos, are in labour,
spired Till very God be born within their womb.
To outrage fair and feeble innocence, The Soul compels rude rebels of the night,
By parents sold to ruin for base coin, . . . Passions, Ambitions, Evil aim, Denial,
. .Then a voice spake "Consider where
. : To hew wood and draw water for Her need ;
"
you are I All kingdoms crowned Her in the Heavens
And sore amazed, I found me in a church ; of old;
But the voice said " Lo here they do as : ! Hers are the glory, and predominant power !
But these, degenerate, degrade their child. Idlers indifferent, prosperous, full-fed,
Starved on base offal-maxims of the world, On well-worn usage easefully reclined
Yea, prostitute her heart to infamy, In vasty mansion ;
jostlers for more gold.
Hunting their hollow bubbles of ill greed ! Or place, or power, in senate, change, and
Yonder, for guerdon of a lifelong toil. church.
That heeds no hunger of the infinite soul, Immersed in worship, sport, or spectacle,
Faint parents watch their little ones devoured Methought I visited poor homeless folk
;
By famine ; for the scanty wage, Cowering unclothed by temple- porch and
That serves for summer shelter, fails to shield palace.
From searching winter blasts of accident. With pining babes half-hidden in their rags,
Old age, or illness then the poor must beg.; While painted harlots flaunt their own pollu-
Or steal, or starve, and watch their children die. tion,
And forms more formidable prowl ; they skulk,
But are not indignation, and deep ruth, Desperate, plotting cruel desperate deeds
Baffled recoil, loud passionate appeal For private greed, or violent overthrow
From earth's confusion to a starry sphere Of that immense, hoar, consecrated Pile,
Of holier Order, mirrored in the soul. Where the jammed People standing scarce
Faint and aloof, are they not very God ? may breathe,
— ; ;;
Wide-mouthed aware of pomp and priest and And rarely, deep indrawn from the mad
king. whirl
Then I looked up to the earth-pall
stifling ; Of dissonant motion round me, face to face,
A death-shroud,one contamination, wrapped 'Mid comelier architecture than our own,
Round human plague, thick-woven of sin I find me with the venerable shades,
and sorrow ! Mankind consents to honour — legislator.
Iconoclast, bard, warrior, king, queen :
Yet there be wafts of heavenlier effluence Richard the Lion, Alfred, the Black Prince,
From the ten righteous Abraham desired. That armoured conqueror of Agincourt,
For Human Love moves in the lazar-house And She who gained a nobler victorj'.
Of our poor planet, gentle minister. By Calais, over a revengeful heart.
The cloudy pall moves, lifting from the city True queen, true woman, Mercy's minister
Sun gleams through rents in it on her thronged Mailed knight, with baron proud from
life, Runnymede,
On tower and temple, and the lordly river. Dan Chaucer, Wyclif, Cromwell, Hampden,
Charles.
Lo little children playing on the green,
! There speeds boy Chatterton, elate with hope,
Or noisome alley, changed to paradise There droops, pale, sullen, near the agony I
There note the humanising spectacle. Ariel Shelley ; Byron, the volcano ;
Grave for life-lore, and for amusement gay : Our voice of hills and lakes ; the luminous-
While kindly Opulence with aching Need eyed
Shares verier wealth than gold, the gentle Young Greek, astray in our dim century!
lady.
Whom we on earth name Mercy, bends to Beyond the Saxon, Norman, Roman town
heal (For each whelms, founds itself on what fore-
A mortal Pain, who turns to kiss Her shadow. ran ;
And hear sweet Music hovering like a dove So all lie deep-entombed beneath the stones).
Over the weary! Yet are all but gleams Where London roars, there slept the lonely
In lurid fume that suffocates the sun? wild.
This huge black whirlpool of the city sucks, Where London roars, the lonely wild will
And swallows, and encroaches evermore sleep.
On vernal field, pure air, and wholesome Ourselves are founded on the lives before.
heaven Founding the future will the world grow wise ;
A vast dim province, ever under cloud, With all the long-accumulating years?
O'er whose immeasurable unloveliness
His own foul breath broods sinister, like Fate. A train sped on a road banked o'er the
And yet what wealth of wisdom, and rich lore, lanes.
Swift lightnings of keen-edged enccjuntering And courts ignoble of our monstrous Fast
wit, Wlierefrom glad children, laden with spring
Fair tribute of all periods, all lands. flowers.
Wide walls alive with hues of genius! Fluttered white kerchiefs cheering ; at a
Our pale West here meets mellow Orient, window
Flowing with warm-hucd raiment, redolent Of (jne of those poor dwellings a pale cliild
Of perfume, eyed witii slow luxurious fire. Waved his lean arm responsive; his hurrah
All realms send sons, elect ambassadors. Was dr<nvned in theirs they saw ; not the
For interchange of many-moulded mind. wan smile
;; — ; " ";
And when to wakeful voyagers by rail Are glowing with a rarer, heavenlier grace
The shadow of the love-invented cot From martyr-deaths, and lowly hero lives !
Is offered up to Heaven for the child. His mother's darling she is kneeling near.
;
A mimic park with turfs from a lark's cage. By the white bed he sobbed, to whom the
Wherein are planted perpendicular child :
Thin sticks of deal, their foliage svoolly " Father, they tell me I must leave you both
With heads obscene, with sly lack-lustre eyes, A widow woman nursed her ingrate son
Couching at every threshold motionless. In his long illness to the final hour,
Vet, here, yea, here, not where the larlc With inextinguishable tenderness,
pours joy. He little heeding, snatching as a due
And later fair solicitudes of love Of all Sun-gods, and their obedient worlds,
Still proffered ; but, a pauper of the heart, Or offices for man, without the dark
A boor in spirit, he had thrown from him Stupendous Brother-orb invisible.
The pure celestial jewel of high heaven, From age to age sublime companion?
Which is the suljstance of the throne of God.
Rarely he brought his earnings home to her. And blest are ye, dark heralds of new dawn.
Squandering them on transitory sense ; Rebels, who beard the tyrant, for all souls
But her clear love welled on perennial, Claiming free-i;rowth to their own height,
Until the man died ; then the pillow soft, with form
Whereof she had despoiled herself for him. Predestinated from eternity.
Was placed by her beneath the wasted corse So Pride, thrust back within the boundary,
Within the coffin, for she said to one, May learn at length to recognise the Body,
" I know well that he will not want it now Whereof we are but functioned cells, for fear
Under his thin back, yet, sir, I shall feel it ;
He perish isolated in the cold.
I could not bear to rest on
it to-night, So thunders Revolution Hail unnamed,'*^ ! !
Knowing him upon the cold hard wood. Unconsecrate Melchizedek, thou priest
laid
And he so tired, worn to skin and bone " Of the Most High God, though thou know
I
She did not long survive the man, but when Him not,
She went, her heart still turned to serving Vea, and blasphemest idols we adore,
John. Who have usurped in Temples His great
And surely Love will work deliverance Name ;
In Love's own time, for time belongs to Love. Without or sire, or mother, or descent.
Never enrolled among the ranks of men,
Down-trodden woman, mother, mistress, Among the living of thy land unknown.
wife, So best to serve the people of thy love,
Monotonously toiling for his weal. Voung martyr, self-immured in a rank prison.
Who slays you. swift or slowly, ye would That saps the vitals, withers the rose-bloom !
Vea, golden fruit of the Hesperides. Howe'er insane or violent your aim,
A hundred-headed, tumult-breathing Beast, Deniers of our Lord, I worship Him
A dragon-chaos guards the Hero dares ; ! Alive in you, Knights-errant of the Poor,
Fearlessly storms he the fell forest-hold. Whom His decrepit Church adores, but dead.
Crags lapped in fire, or never might he find
And kiss Brunhild in her enchanted sleep, And yet reserve some reverence for ranks
Awakening the maid to nuptial love. Of men, who guard with dedicated lives
Nor was the Volsung found invulnerable Our holy, our inalienable Past,
Until he bathed him in the monster's blood, Their heads bowed low before that ancient
WTiom erst he braved with his good brand, throne
and slew. Of long-descended hoar Authority
Vea, Sirius, excelling our great Sun These have mine honour also, for I know
Twofold in splendour, Sirius the fair. That not one cause, but rival camps in arms
How were his mighty drift imaginable. Hold Sons of Belial, and true friends of
Or 1 :>rdly functions in the hierarchy God;
U
" : ! ; !; ";
Hold more than meeteth mortal ear and eye. Should be the very garment I beheld
But all is hushed now, save for weird, far calls Enhance the beauty of the soft betrothed
Of owls, and plashing fountain the lithe That summer evening in the calm domain,
;
And by the flowery frondage her light garb ; Flash luminous, the while she mutters low,
Seems airy foam, a woof of silken sheen, '
He comes I can no more I wrestled long
' : : I
And delicate lace about her warm white Why doom my prisoned youth to wither here,
throat. Shut from all sweet fruition of my years ?
Each leans to each with deep and dewy eyes How have I earned this ? Honourable toil
The wedding-day is near ; I hear low words : Is ever paid here with a long dull death ;
" Was ever happiness like ours? the clock, And I will live ! I will be rich like her
Silverly chiming from the ivied tower, And wear fine jewelled clothing, ay, be
Tells how the bells will peal full soon ; come loved.
death, Adored, enjoy my life before I die
We shall have lived, my darling, we have Ah mother, pardon! ! if thou wert but here
!
lived
!
A knock : one enters : he displays rare gems.
Whose lustre blinds the miserable den :
Then all was blurred ; the happy vision He wraps her round with passionate fierce
faded, fire;
Were concentrated in one murderous draught, Headlong she plunges down the abyss of ruin.
Of power to wither suddenly I hear ;
Again the troubled surge of London town. Sisters, and brothers, ye who name the
Christ,
I pass the teeming dens where herds of men. How may ye suffer such foul shame to be?
Shamefully heaped promiscuous, unshamed. We would be leisured, good, accomplished,
Are thrust by their stern gaoler. Poverty, wise,
With scorn refused the luxury of Virtue. Charming, and charitalile ; the rank soil
;; ;
That breeds the exotic is a brother's blood ! Brief moaning silence under other lords ?
Inevitable ills arraign the Heavens : And yetwhat ask ye? Sick men from a
Some wrongs accuse mankind ; we challenge feast
them. Rise loathing ; health can relish his poor
crust.
From where our patriot sailor on his column The pure soul hath her panoply of light,
Stands, with the lion of England at his feet, In direst dungeon radiating heaven ;
Among the fountains, looking toward the Ensphered in her own atmosphere of joy
towers, Sees no deformity; while tyrants tread
The banded towers of Westminster, beyond Their marble halls, to find them torture-
Green trees, by Thames, to Lambeth, London chambers ;
Pine ever ailing, surfeited, unfed), Where is the goal of infinite endeavour ?
By that great arsenal of war-weapons, And where your haven, O ye fleeting faces ?
Forged with tremendous clangour, to God's High Westminster, like some tall ghostly
sea. father
Of olden time, stands wildered, while for
And westward, London roars round con- crowds
gregated Of modern men, swift eddying at his feet.
Palaces, where men squander. Of the crowds His reverend grandeur void of consolation
Our eyes encounter, some are sorrowful. Broods for no warriors, consecrated kings.
;
Long uncompanioned of sweet Hope, the Kings who were crowned here through the
bride. centuries.
Withering mournful some are jubilant.
; Nor emblazoned on the pane.
bard, nor saint,
Sunny and strong with youth, or strenuous. Canopied under marble in the aisle.
Of glad demeanour ; listless, languid these ;
Whose shadowy memories haunt his heart,
But most are weary Babylon,
in this may help.
Whether men idle, or contend for bubbles These are unsceptred time trends other-
;
Beyond these regions, reaches of dim street, Their slumber is by channels long deserted !
A sullen labyrinth of ill-omened hovels : His hoary towers, with melancholy eyes,
Ah ! dull, grey, grovelling populations,
ye Dream in their own world, impotent for ours
That are rank human wherein we force
soil, Or if he speak, who may interpret now?
Our poor pale virtues, and our venomous sins He wakes in vain, who slept for centuries,
Of gorgeous growth, our proxy-piety, For he awakens in some alien world.
Official food, that yields no sustenance.
But chokes with outworn fantasy free life. Doth Hope inhabit, then, the sister-pile.
What hooe, O people ? Red convulsive strife Whose stately height hath grown to over-
With lho..e whom circumstance made masters, shadow
then That hoarv minster ? This in sooth avails.
— ; !
Than in rash overthrow of all men built, With other offal flotsam, flounders, rolls.
With salt of insolence sown in holy places.
But now for one who mused upon the bridge.
Therefore, O secular, and sacred towers, Of pier and arch tremendous, the huge reek.
Confound your glories by the river-shore. And sin-breathed exhalations of the city.
And marry mighty tones in ordering time ! Transfigured by an alchemy of power.
Cathedral organ, roll insurgent sound, Burned with all colour the broad river rose
;
As though the archangel would arouse the Aslant horizonward, and heavenward,
dead ! One calm aerial glory of still dream ;
Our firm foundations on the invisible, Thronged habitations on the shadowy shore
Build we the ever ampler, loftier state, Blend solemn, disembodied to a bloom
Till unaware we walk the City of God ! Ethereal, bathed in evening fair enchased. ;
Yea, for I deem the fathers we revere. Or diapered upon the delicate air,
Shrined in cathedral glooms, embolden us Hull, mast, sail, tiny bark, or barge, or
With eyes of silent counsel, and dumb power, steamer,
Approving backs turned on their empty tomb. Poised darkly in mid primrose of the tide,
But who may slay the irrevocable Past ? Like carven fretwork on a golden shrine.
The Past, our venerable Sire, that girds All monstrous hostels, with interminable
Bright armour round us, like some grand old Glazed bulks that over- roof the clanging train.
knight. And all our builded chaos doth repent.
With benediction sending forth fair youth Converting into beauty while I muse,;
To battle, crowning what himself began ! The mild, and modulated cadences
Of lemon fruit, shy violet, dove-down,
When England bathes in shadow, the tall Deepen to very pomp and festival
tower Of dyes magnificent one diapason
;
Of that great palace of the people shines, Of hues resplendent, crimson, gold, and green,
Shines to the midnight like a midnight sun. And purple gorgeous, like robes of kings.
While crowned inherited incompetence, Or caves of sun-illumined sea-treasure,
And while law-making men laborious Or glories blazoned in Cathedral aisle,
Through long night-watches, in their golden Heart d white lily, fruit of passion-flower,
chamber, Or fervid eagle-eyes a parable.
;
Wage wordy wars of faction, help the One nuptial-feast of marrying glow andgloom.
State, A wondrous parable of life through death
The dreadful river rolls in darkness under.
Whirling our human lights to wild witch- While yonder haughty heights of West-
gleam ! minster,
See yellow lamps in formidable gloom Where once fierce feuds of our illustrious dead
Of both the shores, night-hearted haunts of Sleep reconciled in monumental calm,
men ; Mary reposing by Elizabeth,
TerriVjle water heaped al)0ut great piers And where with throes of living loud debate
Of arches, ominous
gliding, gurgling, ! Are brought to birth the still behests of
But on the vasty parapet above Heaven
Those Titan tunnels, ghastlier for the glare With ancient consecrated privilege
Of our electric mockeiy of moons. Of lordly Lambeth on his stately sward ;
Appears a moment a fate-hunted face These, and the grand dome, and the four
Wan Desolation, plunging to the Void. grim towers.
—! ! ! ! ;
Her own warmth luring hfe from the frail That devastate mankind ? No bribe can tame
egg; them,
Here one deemed woman drowns a trustful Unguessed, innumerous, invincible.
child, So clings some awful beast to a faint fawn,
Pleading in vain, for she one stone
is all Galloping maddened o'er the indifferent wild.
To his close clinging, wild, appealing woe. By wells, and pleasant pasturage the Doom
Where did she drown him? Whence the Cowers in hisambush, springs from the blue
bubbling cry ? air.
In a pure lingering stream, that mirrors well Falls like a thunderbolt ; O men, can ye
Fresh grass and flowers, whose home is on Rival your Mother in accomplished crime?
his bank ;
Who perpetrates what freezes the warm blood.
He takes them to his heart, he shrines them Masked in light laughter, kissing while she
there ! stabs
Nor ever bolt leaps shattering from the blue ;
And yet, because the still small voice within
A plumy pomp of cloud in azure air Reveals God more than storm, or earthquake,
Sails undismayed Earth shudders not for
;
we,
shame ;
Bettering Her rude ways, give sense the lie,
Nor yawns to engulph her —
gulphs the Nor will believe Her what she only seems.
innocent. O Thou dread Silence, dumbly do we bow
Only a zephyr dimples with young joy In silence we commend Thy world to Thee.
Yon vivid verdure overstarred with gold
Most awful Spirit of the Universe!
Poor paralytic human Pity what !
Kneeling before Thy throne we grovel low,
Canst thou in this confusion ? Wring thy Yea, wrestle with Thee through the long
hands. night hours.
And weep, like Rachael, fi)r thy liule ones, Unknowing Thy dread Name we will not let ;
Or fumble thy conjectural remedies. Thee go until Thou loose the cloudy fold
That may be poisons, and experiment From that veiled countenance Hath Love, !
EARLY LOVE
Now sweet, now bitter waters, night and day. There two spirits in the calm
Anguish and joy, strong radiant righteousness, Of moonlight memory may go,
With sin malformed, and folly, motley crew, Finding pure refreshing balm,
Stream from Thy bosom all impartially ! When life traileth wounded, slow.
We know not but of old a Man who bore
; Along dim ways of common dust.
Upon His shoulder the world's weight of woe, As dull lives of mortals must.
Whom men name wisest. He announced
Thee Father, Early love, fair fount of waters.
Praying, "Not My will, but Thine own be Ever by enchantment flowing.
done !
Where two snakes, her innocent daughters,
Yea, and through mystic change, or swift or Were wont to swim among the blowing,
slow. Wilding flowers thou knowest well.
Within the general bosom, and in ours, In the wood of our sweet spell
Faith's inarticulate reason may grow clear
Fair utterable vision : the wild dance, Never Fear found out the place,
The strange phantasmagory of ill-dream, Never eyes nor feet profane
Named sin and sorrow, may appear birth- Of our innocent youth and grace
pangs Love was born if born to wane,
;
SWING-SONG 3"
Love was playing hide and seek. Now where is the heart of the flower so
And we deemed that he was gone, fain.
Tears were on my withered cheek And the winged blue summer elf, where is
SWING-SONG
And our melancholy frost
Woke to radiance in his rays.
Swing ! swing!
Birds in the budding wood, birds on the wing
Who wore the look of one we lost
Fill sweet soft air with carolling ;
In the faraway dim days :
The woods no more contain their glee,
No prayer, we sighed, the dead may move,
Yet he came again, my love Joy brims over on every tree
In a flutter of leaves hilariously.
Swing ! swing
Love went to sleep, but not for ever.
And we deemed that he was dead ;
Swing ! swing
He is here ! hi is yonder ! the rose will weep, The firry roofs, with low sea-sound.
" If you may not abide with us, child of air, Welcome to their calm profound
For ever enfolded in memorj' sleep, The dove's long call in a love-swound,
Here in the heart of me, oh my fair " ! Swing! swing!
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312 MAGIC-LANTERN
Baby-boy lies on a sisterly arm On tomb recumbent, kneeling panoplied,
Of little maid Mary, from harm.safe Blend far-away mysterious presences
Little boy Willy will push the pair, With a wide-seething multitude, alive
Hark! how they laugh as they rush through Through all the pillared grandeur of the
the air! nave,
All the young world laughs, oh, how fair ! A human sea the gorgeous full pomp
;
Answering my call.
The Shadow dominates, reigns paramount
O'er all the templethe hollow heart.
; 'tis
He was a baby of the people, Dispensing Darkness through the frame supine
Nor aught of him I knew ;
Of that colossal Cross, which is the Fane.
Only the shadow of one steeple The huge vault under yawneth, a deep wound,
Abode upon us two ; Filled full with Horror; Death abideth there
His arms around me grew. Ay, with our lost Ideals, our lost Loves,
Baffled Aim, palsied Faith, Hope atrophied
Quaint figure, battle, bark, snow-mountain. All the circumfluent glory-glow of Life
The lantern- wizardry, Mere tributary to the awflil throne
Arouse joy's hidden silver fountain Of this dread Power ; all cast their crowns
To pretty wondering glee. before It.
Plashing full merrily. Yea, as blithe waters from the abysmal womb
Of caverned Earth dance buoyant into Day,
Albeit nor now, before, nor after,
So here from fountains of primeval Night
Mine eyes beheld the boy.
In very deed Life seemeth effluent.
When he so pealed with innocent laughter,
Methought my own, my joy,
And some there be most honoured in the
Awhile with me did toy.
crowd,
Athwart the drear unwarmed abysses From whom illustrious prince, with emperor
Of all the later years, And noble, stand obeisantly aside.
He leaned awhile from angel blisses. Who are they ? for they wear no bravery,
To calm my foolish fears. Nor badge of high estate within the realm.
To kiss away my tears. Whose garb uncourtly sombre shows and
mean.
No confident bearing, claiming deference,
As of right full-conceded, suns itself
THE TEMPLE OF SORROW^a Proudly on these ; we judge them of the herd
Of rugged toilers, whom the stroke of Fate
The Minster glory lies engulphed in gloom, Despoils of floral honours and green leaves,
With mournful music throbbing deep and low, Fells for rough use, not leaves for leisured
And all the jewelled joy within Her eyes grace.
Slumbers suffused ; the saint, the warrior, Or putting forth the loveliest that is theirs.
! ;; : !
Lowly their port, whose dull and earthward They are one with these they cherished and
eyes, adored.
Heavy with weeping, droop beneath rude Not separate, individual any more :
Lower to nether caverns of cool sleep. Now sound the eternal deeps within
will they
For living water, clouded and disused.
Grief is their patent of nobility ; Cumbered with ruin their dull eyes are
;
Lashed for hell-torment by a learned man, Consumed, that they themselves may truly be.
Lashed for hell-torment in the torture-trough
The unregarded Sudras of the world, Behold ! the Minster cruciform and grand,
Bleeding to slow death from an inward wound, Grows human, more than human, as I muse,
Deep and immedicable evermore. The Holy House of Life, the Crucified
What seems the World, the Body of the Lord !
To these the proud and prosperous of earth Expanded arms, and frame pulsate with blood.
Pay reverent homage it is marvellous
! Close-thronging individual lives ; His Heart,
And yet no marvel such fate-stricken men
! Death, haloed with pale anguish and desire.
Are armed, and robed imperially with awe! Even Sun eclipsed, a sable sphere,
so the
Who flame sublime to momentary wrath, Is ringed around with his corona flame,
Peal with mad mirth, then grovel impotent Wherein appear weird members of red fire.
Who affirm not their own selves, who falter But as the Sun behind this ominous orb.
lost. That is the spectral shadow of our moon,
Like foam blown inland on the whirlwind's Smiles evermore beneficent, so Love
wing VeilsHim in gloom sepulchral for awhile,
From ocean, there dissolving tremulous That we who sound the abysses of Despair
Where kindred foam evanislied only now. May weave pure pearls. Her awful bosom
So they in the lapsed being of their dead. hides.
! ! —
Of Love's own tears, which are the gems of Those holy innocents, whom she of yore,
God. The Voice in Ramah, wept so bitterly,
Rachael, sweet spirit-mother of their race?
Ever the plangent ocean of low sound They are holy innocents of many a clime,
Fills all with midnight, overwhelms my heart. And many a time, some murdered yesterday,
Lit tapers faint around the Catafalque, And some still languishing in present pain :
And fair-wrought lamp in sanctuary and Dumb women, with marred faces eloquent,
shrine. Hold their wan hands while all around, ;
Glares with the swordblade glare of Anti- They are called Moloch, Baal, Ashtaroth,
christ ! Hatred, Revenge, War, Lust, Greed, Might-
Whileon the immense-hewn flanking masonry, is-Right,
Scrawled, as by finger supernatural. Now Church, the Truth, the Virgin, or the
As in Belshazzar's banquet-hall of old, Christ,
Behold the " Mene ! tnene " but the realm But in a later time Expediency,
Divided is the royal realm, the soul Weal of Man, Nature, Lust of Curious Lore.
The guilty soul, ingorged by the dim fiend The accurst oblation of fair alien lives,
Of loathsome, limbless bulk, Insanity ! None of their own, they pour to satiate
In dusk recesses how the shadows wax The hydra-headed, demon brood obscene.
Palpable, till they palpitate obscene, These are devoured with ever subtler pangs
Clinging, half-severed ; our sick souls are ware Cunningly heightened, fuelled, nursed, pro-
Of some live Leprosy, that heaves and longed
breathes By cold, harsh hearts, one adamant to woe.
Audibly in the impenetrable gloom. Or cruel, infamous appetite for pain.
Ay, and of horrors loathlier than these
Hear ye the moans of muffled agony The verse dares name not, thrust on beautiful
By yonder altars of the infernal aisle ? Maidens and babes defenceless, of such feasts
Marmoreal pavements slippery with blood ! The God-deserted souls are gluttonous
While all the ghastly-lit ensanguined space All Nature pales at Satan's carnival !
Corse faces scowling, wound alxnil with Who are the lost souls ? Legion is their
shrouds, name.
Sniffing thick orgy fumes of cruelly, Noble, pope, cardinal, king, refuse vile
Steal out, or slink behind in the shamed air. Of crime-infested cities. I behold
! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
:
Who wither women slowly with harsh looks, Leaving her own bliss for you, fly from
111 words, or blows, inflamed, obsessed by heaven
fiends, To heal you by forgiveness ? May it be !
That he may work on them his loathly will. A few pale stars in chasms of wild storm !
Corrupting soul and body. Drop the veil Aliens, alas no potentates of ours.
!
All here, foul traitors ! all betrayed the trust W^e are in the power of Darkness and Dismay,
Nature imposed, while only dyed less deep. Anguishing God-forsaken on the cross
Who, passing, drawled, "Ami my brother's Yea, sons of Belial with jaunty jeer
keeper?" Ask where Thou hidest, Lord ! the .Avenger
God!
White victims, immolated for the world I Devils a priestly scare to them, who know not
Ye tyrants, ye alone are miserable Devils allure them blind into the pit.
For whom Hate hath left loving, though a Could they but hear low ghastly mirth con-
beast vulse
Is nearer God than you, removed from Him Shadowy flanks of these live Plagues in air
By all the hierarchies of all worlds !
But these have fallen to abysms of pain. Mine eyeballs seared with horror, and my
And you to sloughs of inmost infamy. heart
That all the spheres may learn for evermore One writhing flame, I prayed that I might die.
The treachery of sweet ways that are not Love. And lay me down to sleep with hi/n for ever !
Yet if some God be lingering in you. A sevenfold darkness weighs upon my soul
! ; ! ;: ;
Even as the grave one whispers of the Dawn Weave warbling music, a low lullaby.
:
Once I surmised the morning grey, not I fancy they have syllabled a song :
now:
Nor in the chancel, whose wide wakeful orb, We are fain, are fain,
Solemnly waiting, ever fronts the East, Of mortal pain,
Nor in the cold clerestories of the nave. We are fain of heavenly sorrow,
One whispers of the lark I hear no bird. ;
As a gentle rain.
And yet I know the seraph eyes of Dawn She will sustain,
Find in her last, lone hollow the veiled Night. Wait only till to-morrow !
THALATTA 317
There, in the midst, the likeness of a Lamb, In turbid Tiber's flood he follows.
That had been slain, whose passion heals our Borne headlong by the river.
hurt. To lift it from the strong, loud gulf that
Wearing a thorn crown, breathing into bloom swallows.
.Lo ! if ye listen intently by the light, Struggling, till both have sunk for ever.
Ye hear a winnowing of angel wings,
Nearing, or waning while from far away,
:
A gleam is for a moment cast
I' the Heart of what revelation falls?
all, . . .
Over oblivion
A sound, oh marvel like a sound of tears
! !
The dead slave, whose dog holds him fast.
One pitying hath offered bread When foolish wants and angers in ignoble
3i8 THALATTA
Nor any Cause colossal, like a catapult, may hurl In the grand Atlantic chaos, in his elemental
To splendid goals all powerful souls, chafing, war,
unloved, unnamed : She converses I have heard Her I would ; ;
Dare to scale the water-mountains let ! . . . Verily I deem I hear above the tumult
them topple in loud ruin of the blast.
O'er thee, lusty swimming from cliff-harboured That takes my breath, and dashes all the
sandy coves salt spray over me.
Though stress of tides impetuous threaten Not the sea-mew's cry, nor wind's wail,
thine undoing, . . . eerie tones of some
Or violent swirl of undertow, where seething who passed.
emerald moves Wailing in the wind's wail, shadows drifting
Around rude reefs and promontories, menace desolately
with swift death, For they say the drowned must wander on
Confront the glorious wild Power, who plays the cliffs or on the wave.
with human breath Where the fatal moment plunged them in
Yea, let thy reckless shallop dare seas rushing their "wandering grave."
round the caves.
Smite with straining oar the kindling heavy Travelling mountain range, following moun-
night of waves I tain range
Climb the sea-crag, hand and foot, little Now the foremost wavering green crest begins
careful of a fall to smoke
Storm shall be thy requiem, fairy foam thy pall. Breaks at one place, and suffers dark pre-
Ah mighty boisterous blown breath, your
! cipitous change,
siren song for me ! Arching slowly, solemnly under w^here it ;
Of bounding cataracts, in forest, by foam- Shattered upon his iron Doom in armoured
mountains of the main, onset there
: ; ! ! ; ; ; ; — ;
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At each discharge :
While among the tumbled boulders, before
The Titan targe hath the giant cave.
320 THALATTA
Tall, [gaunt Phantom yonder, warding Not from where the giants hewed them vasty
portals of the night, seats of solid rock.
With silent, sweeping stature growing from Or Druid with poured human blood adored
the eastern wall, the Logan block :
Lank long arms upraised, and curving with Not from where the Cromlech ponderous,
the vasty cavern's height, and hoary cirque remain,
A beaked monster face between them, look- Though we know no more who reared them,
ing downward to appal Celt or Dane, or Athelstane ;
Art thou stone, or art thou spirit, fearful Nor whose the mouldered dust in yonder
Shadow weird and grey. urns of perished prime.
Daring mortals to advance beyond their Bard's, or warrior's, who flared a moment in
precincts of the day? the hollow Night of Time !
— There
on dreary moorland haunteth owl
and raven ;
All the cliffs are shrouded to the waist, or
There at moonrise hoots the rocky earn, to
only loom
confound the craven.
Head and shoulders through a death-mist,
While fiends are hunting dark lost souls who
but where the rollers boom
are shut out from Heaven
Their feet are bare and stern pale sand I :
TINTADGEL
A holy realm of Silence, a city of deep Peace, Inevitably sure, forebode thy fall
Where Death leads all poor prisoners who For she compels the individual
have won release To merge in the full manifold of Her
Long ranks of high surges, heaving dark His cherished privacy of character:
against the bright And therefore Arthur's ancient ramparts
Heaven, fall illumed 'thwart iron crags, range
whose frown relents to Light. From human fellowship to nature, change
To semblance of the fretted weathered stone,
Land's End, 1875. Upreared by mystic elements alone.
My joyless days and nights among the dead ? With drift confused, wild wind, and the
Know you not He, my radiant Sun, who fled, blown rain
With hope uncertain soothes yon awful gloom I mused of those who in the lonely fane
Afar, upon the weltering sea's wan lead ? Halted world-weary through the centuries ;
The unrevealing mystery of Doom, The dust of Death Oblivion holds the
;
To slow persuasion ancient Nature wields, And all will leave us naked to the blast
— ; ! ;
! ! !
322 SUSPIRIA
What means the wind ? Yon ruin's proud Nature Herself is the high utterance
decay Of holy gods we, half awake in trance,
;
We know not who in far-off years did lay Hear it confused through some half-open
;
Are all fair shadows of a poet's dream, We are under some enchantment lift the ;
SUSPIRIA 323
A sinister livid glare from under When I behold the random doom that en-
brows of the Storm-Sun ! gulphs the creature,
Browsof piled-up cloud, threatening grim I wonder, is the irony of God perchance in it?
My child lies dead in the dark, and I The quarry so fiercely hunted rests un-
begin to fail heeded now
Wonderful visions wane, tall towers of And if we seized our bauble, it is fallen to
phantasy tumble ; ashes.
I shrink from the frown without me, there But a fresh illusion haunts the ever-aching
no smile within
is ;
brow.
I cower by the fireless hearth of an unin- Is the world a welter of dream, with ne'er
habited chamber. an end, nor an issue.
Alone with Desolation, and the dumb Or doth One weave Dark Night, with
ghost of my sin. Morning's golden strand,
To a Harmony with sure hand ?
Ah for a vision of God for a mighty grasp
! !
Drowned in the terrible roar of violent Oh !were we disenthralled from casual moods
sons of the sea of the outward,
In the immense storm-chaunt of winds and Slaves to the smile or frown of tyrant,
waves of the sea mutable Time
And if we have won some way in our weary Might we abide unmoved in central deeps
toil to the summit. of the Spirit,
Do we not slidder ever back to the mouth Where the mystic jewel Calm glows ever-
of the pit? more sublime
: : ; ! ! ! ! — ;
324 SUSPIRIA
The dizzying shows of the world, that fall We will be patient, friend, through all the
and tumble to chaos, moods of the terror,
Dwell irradiate there in everlasting prime. Waiting in solemn hope resurrection of
But the innermost spirit of man, who is one our suns
with the Universal,
Yearns to exhaust, to prove, the Immense Cherish loves that are left, pathetic
of Experience, gloaming
stars in the
Explores, recedes, makes way, distils a food Howe'er they may wax and wane, they
from a poison, are with us to the end ;
From strife with Death wrings power, and The Past is all secure, the happy hours and
seasoned confidence. the mournful
O'er the awakening infant, drowsing eld, and Involved i' the very truth of God Him-
the mindless, self, my friend
Their individual Spirit glows enthroned in It is well to wait in the darkness for the
Heaven, Deliverer's moment,
Albeit at dawn, or even, or from confusion With a hand in the hand of God, strong
of cloudland. Sire of the universe ;
Earth of their full radiance may remain It is well to work our work, with cheering
bereaven tones for a brother,
Yea, under God's grand eyes all souls lie Whose poor bowed soul, like ours, the
pure and shriven. horrible gulfs immerse ;
of the sea,
Discover but thy task, embrace it firm with
When a lucid lapse of the water lent thrills
a purpose ;
of exquisite pleasure,
Find, and hold by Love, for Love is
A tangle of living lights all over us tenderly. Eternity.
\\Tien our stilly bark lay floating, or we were
lipping the water. Sark, i88i.
Breast to breast with the glowing, ardent
heart of the deep
That was a lovelier hour, whispering hope O to be sure for ever ! weary of hopes
to the spirit. and guesses,
Breathing a halcyon calm, that lulled I would the film might fall that veils our
despair to sleep ;
orbs in night
Fairy flowers of the ocean, opening inner- At eve grey phantom armies guard the
most wonder, mighty mountain.
Kindle a rosy morn im pearled in the Denying free approach to wistful wonder-
waterways, ing sight,
A myriad tiny diamond founts arise in the A Presence dim divined through blind im-
coralline. palpable motion,
Anemones love to be laved in the life of An awful formless Form, i' the core of
the chrysoprase change unmoved
The happy heart of the water in many un- No more was ours, until the grand invincible
known recesses Angel,
Childly babbled, and freely to glad The clear-eyed North, blew bare Heaven's
companions azure heights, and proved
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Hope's heavenliest flight weak-winged ; his 'Tis only a little we know ; but ah !
Spires of leaping flame arrested in mid- In the calm of His infinite eyes I have
play sought and found my rest.
Peak, rock-tower, and dome ; huge peals of O to be still on the heart of the God we
Assumed a bodily form in yonder wild Feeling Him more than all the noblest
array !
gifts He gave !
And the long continuous roll of cloudy storm To be is more than to know we near the ;
being,
While a dove-coloured lapse of the water
And emptying self of self, with Truth we
merrily murmurs a confidence
shall be blent.
Into a quiet ear of twilit beautiful
bowers
Yon hierarchy sublime of calm ethereal
Sweet breath of the pyrola woos us, white
mountain
waxen elf of the woodland.
Was born of earth's fierce passion, world-
confounding throes.
And two tired hearts may play awhile with
the innocent flowers.
Fire, and battle, and gloom the livid demon ;
of lightning
Flashed his zigzag blaze to be a norm for San Martino, 1882.
those
Birth and death, monotonous toil in deeps of
the ocean,
Co-operant blind to fashion a
Whose brief earth-hour may
far-off repose.
taste ripe future
AUTUMN
fruit of the ages ? I. — Al.ONK
Gauge with a life's one pace the march of
the armies of God ? Leaves from lofty elms on high
Forestall results of time, flash all the sun from In pale air swim shadowy ;
a dew-drop? Fall,
But where the Sire hath willed, there every Till, level with a weathered wall,
footstep trod. Glow their autumn colours all ;
! ; ! ; ! :
326 AUTUMN
Faintly rustle, touching earth ; A spirit's wings in violet air,
Where, in mimicry of mirth, Free from human woes and fears,
With a crisper rustle dance, In our dreams
When the viewless winds advance, It seems !
Spring from winter, joy from pain. Perished all sweet summer posies ;
Green athwart blue skyey lanes, Till the water winds between
Blue laving continents of cloud. Beechen hills,
In Heaven ;
Only fly,
Upon the huge rock-rooted elm we stood, For soon she shall be robed in a white shroud.
That hangs and murmurs o'er a shadowy But we, fond friends, we dared to breathe
deep, aloud
Where a dim glen lies silently in sleep.
V'ows of a love undying ; though a cloud
There one tall ash, crowned queen of all the Gathered, passed over, melted in the blue ;
Verdurous underglooms, adown the steep And all the abysses yawned upon us two.
Riverward falling nightdews well and weep
:
fall;
A foam-flake, inland blown from a sea-cove
Climbs the high cliffs, a never-refluent wave.
So man's fair hopes inviolable prove.
Cling, hearts, a moment ere the gulfs im-
We swung beneath the rugged antlered form ; merse !
Clambering, plunged into a green profound, For and Sin, with all that sundereth.
Self,
Ash-pale rent vapours gathering around Mad Chance, and Change, faint Absence, and
Those vast elm-arms upwrithen to the storm dim Death,
Till we beheld a cliff's grey bulk enorm. A ghostly army, leagued against Love's breath.
Crimson beyond the woodland where we Have sworn to annihilate ; life's shadows
wound. close :
Whose boughs half veiled the grandeur But Love, whose blossom fleeteth as it blows,
sunset-warm ; Rests in the heart of a Divine repose.
High cliff that doth thetidal Avon bound.
Nightshade, worn tumbled stones, and trunks One block of long white light unsulliable
mist-hoary. Glows in deep azure. Heaven's cathedral wall,
Satyrs and fauns may hold strange revelry 1
Gleams, a pure loveliness of angel thought,
With Heaven's inviolable ardour fraught.
Then we emerged upon a slumbering tide, A myriad flowers play fearless at thy feet,
Where sounding fire-ships to the populous And many a flying fairy sips their sweet,
port with the Sun of souls, the Paraclete,
VSTiile
Draw vessels laden ; there white birds resort. Thou communest up yonder, rapt from earth,
Whom light discovers, or hill-shadows hide, Robed in the evening-gold, or morning-mirth.
WTiile slowly in aerial maze they glide. One cloudy surge from thy tremendous steep
Gorgeous Autumn holds her stately court, Recoils, and hangs a warder o'er thy sleep,
! ! ! !
With rocky ruin of the wild : Beneath them the heart fails.
While over all thy luminous pure ice One rayless wilderness of stone
Rears the stupendous radiant precipice. Upreared, they warn from their bleak throne;
High terraces the seraphim have trod, Ruined halls of lonely storms.
Stairsdwindling fainter, as they near the Whose are weird dishevelled forms.
abode, Dark as eerie crags that loom.
Where in light unimaginable dwells God. Brooding haggard in the gloom,
Assuming semblance of rent thunder,
But now around thee sullen, murmuring
While they wait expectant under.
Storm
Flings his dark mantle ; such around the form
Lo one wide ocean of tumultuous sound
!
Far away glens deep solitary blanch Over dim ruin of a watery world
With snow fresh fallen of the avalanche ; Hark! huge war -standards ponderous un-
Forested prowls the haggard wolf, the craven, rolling
While o'er me croaking weirdly wheels the Over wild surges of tempestuous blast
raven ;
While storm-stifled bells are tolling
Yonder in twilight, fretted with fierce fire. For souls of pilgrims who have passed
Lower vast vans of hungering lammergeyer ! Home at last
! ; ; ! ;
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But here amid earthquaking shocks, A woman, I deem, once loved now all un- !
In wild lightning-fits leap out Later I looked, and lo! at his iron feet she
From death's womb, a ghastly rout, hath grovelled,
And all wild demon-chariots roll, The cloud-bride cannot believe she is
Hurtling, chaotic, blind, reft from control thrown for ever away !
The pines are fair and tall, Young Geraldine would lead thee home ;
Dear is the Alpine scene, love, Worthier wooer will not come."
Peak, flower, and waterfall Half her young heart may playful lean
But my heart's tendrils favour To the love of the love of Geraldine ;
Humbler pines at home, But little she cares for rout or ball,
For there the weak feet waver. With flushing face and soft footfall
That never learned to roam. She plies her needle, churns her cream,
One day about the wood, dear, Milks a heifer of snowy gleam,
Thy steps began to go, And more than all the pensive child
And all my stony mood, dear. Loves to wander alone and wild.
Was moved to happy flow ;
With her own kindred bee or bird.
But when they ceased from pleasure Far from all the human herd.
Upon the woodland floor, Over heather, over hill,
Silence in deeper measure By the torrent, by the still
Than e'er was known before Lake-margin, in a noonday trance,
Returned for evermore, dear, Brooding over old romance.
Returned for evermore.
Melcha favours with her love
Every flowery nook and cove ;
330 MELCHA
Till once her shallop drifted to a cave With white flower and crimson fruit.
That looks upon Lough Lean's cool whisper- Glossy-leaved lave their root.
ing wave, Darkening all the glass ;
Where silent water-light for loving eyes Saw the languid lake-lives waver
Weaves mazy melodies Below in a luminous water-quaver,
Over pellucid filmy fern, Where shadowy fishes pass
Whose is many a fairy urn, Heard the lapping wavelets kiss.
Festooning fair the rocky cavern- wall, While she dreamed of that or this
And glowing in a trickling waterfall, Dreamed of old romance.
Among sweet closely-woven mosses, While light elf-like droppings dance.
Where a rainbow globelet crosses Twinkling play
Ever to supply the losses, In a fairy spray.
Growing from long ferny nerves, " I would fly the vulgar toil
Like a meteor, I would fly the strife and soil
Startling merrily upon a flowery floor I would slumber, and awake
A blue-eyed blossom, till it thrills and In the bosom of the lake
"
!
MELCHA 33'
What is the mild mystic trouble, " Darling, meet me when May morn-
Where in the lake ing-
Sun floats, a flashing double ? Earth with bridal wreaths adorning.
Maiden, awake! Opens earliest eyes upon her !
A snowy steed and rider, with pure radiance Well thou knowest I will not mock . . .
Whose lineaments, how grave and pale ! He stole it, she allowing, and he vanished
Beam from a raised visor of gold. as he came.
Whose silver dripping mail,
And lofty plume him tall reveal O how! poor is our dull earth,
More than all sons of mortals ; his white Till the happy morn have birth.
steed And Melcha's father's bitter wife
Stately paces the blue mead. Doth not sweeten Melcha's life I
Slowly toward fair Melcha's nook With such unearthly eyes she moved, it roused
His majestic course he took : a dark derision ;
Delighted wonder made her start She stumbled o'er her daily tasks i' the
Fearless flutters her young heart. glamour of her vision.
" So my long-fondled tales are true : She moved as one who is amazed,
Here is Lord O'Donoghue !
"'
With a sudden splendour dazed :
He, swift leaping from his horse, " Dare I with a spirit go
Seized her hand with gentle force :
To the crystal realms below ?
She, gazing in the awful eyes. And will he keep faith with me.
Found them full of loving light Far lowlier than he ?
Lovely seemed to her the knight I deem he was a monarch mild ;
And her tender heart was taken. May I wed a fairy undefiled ?
By the spirit tall and white, I told the priest of our sweet interview,
"
Ere he spake, " O maiden fair !
Under close confession-seal :
Wilt thou love me, maiden mild ? I know thou dost prefer thy nook
Fair my dwelling, gentle child ! By yonder lake to holy book.
Under the blue water ! Or holy ordinance be wary ; !
But I know not if the wave And since I know he must be good,
Unto thee would prove a grave : . . . I will tell him of the rood !
"
If thou wilt be mine I He shall taste eternal bliss.
332 MELCHA
Yet do I sleep, or do I wake ? There a moment let her falter,
Shall I live beneath the lake ? . . . There before the woodland altar,
He told me 'twas like Heaven there . . . Where a lamp for ever burns
"
With him I will fly anywhere ! In a chapel among the ferns,
Asking of the carven Christ
But Melcha had a younger sister, " Do I well to keep the tryst?"
Whom she cherished and she kissed her
;
Where a fair and dreamless head At whose rich feet tall ash, hawthorn, and
Slumbers on without a sorrow, holly,
Blithe to-day, and blithe to-morrow. Hang shadowy bowers over waters melan-
Little Melcha cannot sleep. choly.
Shall she laugh, or shall she weep ? Dinis isle, and many an isle.
She must leave her virgin chamber. Fair await the morning smile ;
Where she taught a rose to clamber Between the hills a purple light fills heavenly
She must leave her little bird, chalices
Who in a sweet May dawn is stirred. Till lo ! the Sun Himself enthroned in moun-
And the snowy folds of fume, tain palaces !
Her young grief was wont to lave. Music welled from wave and wood
A celestial harmony
Ere the sun she flies away : Floated over earth and sky. . . .
Save some dews that fall on her Melcha's heart is like a leaf;
From young foliage and fir. But when her lover looks into her face,
Now a rosy gleam hath tinged Those glorious amorous eyes are her relief.
Glows in Heaven, a lonely jewel ! From his alluring nought shall shake her. . . .
! ;! ; ; ! ; -
;
MELCHA 333
She hath plunged into the deep ! . . They ever move with music from beneath.
And the fairy fawn must weep. Flower souls to bloom in many a fragrant
Held to his heart she dares the dive wreath
Explores a waterworld alive ! Up yonder, in yon visible world of light
Only a vapour seems to glide, But here in mine they are married ere the
Where O'Donoghue won his bride ! flight.
How shall a mortal dare to tell Mantling, as though through stalks of water
What there the little maid befell ? rushes.
Nought she knows within the grasp, Here through these columns in your world
Save that it is her lover's clasp. . . .
to blossom.
Many a water-green, self-luminous column Here clouds arise, their hearts relieved in rain
Stupendous rises in dim heights and solemn. Here two young forms, ere beauty's blossom
Their labyrinths for evermore extend wane,
In hollow-echoing chambers with no end. Clasp one another in pure loveliness ;
She turns, and hides her timid face in him. All genders a confused, life-labouring sound.
" Is it not splendid, love, my water-dwelling? As Vulcan wrought in stithys underground.
With spheral music all around thee welling ?
Here element to element fond hies.
My rainbow pillars, glowing with soft light, Or with a hatred of repulsion flies.
Soaring till lost in Heaven's infinite ?
" Each following his own affinities.
"Alas !" she said, " I hear low sounds un- The rhythmic molecule, that only moves,
linked
Foreknows blithe genius, who sings and
;
loves
Nor seem your columns with blithe colours
tinct,
Crystal snowflower, albumen ocean-floor.
One of the columns, faintly tinged with rose. Madness all haggard bloody Hate pale ; ;
With many other flower souls, have met. All into one another find free range
Soft interchanging delicate qualities, Vet, save the flower-souls, they all appear
Alliance and imminglement of dyes. As in their embryo, phantasmal here."
; ; ;; ; ;; ; ! ! ; !;
334 MELCHA
But Melcha very faintly may discern Here springs the growth supreme of Good
Those ardours, even where they brightly burn, and Evil,
Needing some sweet assistance of his eyes : Twin-birth indissoluble angel, devil, :
Fire, and slow water-growths, and many a Issue in morning-gold, or sanguine gloom.
birth From one divine unfathomable Womb ;
Forgotten, long bereft of grief or mirth. Neither, and both, and more than both ; the
There, in a third, intolerably royal, Whole,
A soul of Sunlight bursteth, while the loyal Adored in silence of the fainting soul.
Planets obeisant with their moons are moving Hearken a sound of restless-hearted ocean
!
Shadowy presentment of fair youths and "Ah!" she exclaimeth, "where is then
maidens, the Rood ?
Lovingly marrying in fresh flowering aidenns I lose my Lord in your sublime turmoil
With little babes, who laughing reach soft Not so I learned Him on my native soil."
arms
To where above them mother's eyelight "Yet is He here in heavenlier raiment
warms dressed
All roseate dissolving; pale wild-eyed More nobly than in your old forms expressed
Faces of saint, or seeker there harsh Pride,
; But now behold for thou must needs admire
!
Horror, and Shame; there Lust, and Cruelty Monuments wrought as though from living
Deformed arise in mists of lurid dye. fire!
: ! ! ! ;; : ; ;! ! ; ! ! ! ; !
MELCHA 335
Among these columns rising into real Perishing sea-lives leave the coral-forest
Stand fair enchantments of Thought's own P air from their hearts ; like these on whom
ideal thou porest
And ]o ! among them, wandering palc- And glory of the rainbow-rippled shells
browed, Flows from a lowly life that ever wells.
Mighty bowed,
creators, with raised eyes or Luxuriant labyrinths of sound are floated
Silently brooding, clothed in solemn cloud From choirs of viewless harmonists full-
Here at a Plato's, or a Newton's gaze. throated !
To luminous order from a nebulous haze Rearers of Temples, and Cathedrals grand,
Gleams many a column here Spinoza : Whom earth remembers not, imperial hand,
wanders ; Behold ! with Pheidias, and Praxiteles ;
Schelling, the Stagyrite, or Hegel, ponders And many who no memory with these."
left
Kepler, or Galileo, crowned with stars But when the Knight beheld some members
All Hero-shatterers of prison bars ; of the throng.
Columbus, and our earth-discoverers :
Impetuously he burst forth into song:
Eagle-eyed martyrs of the quest for truth.
Whose effort bloometh in immortal youth :
" Builders of the warning tower,
Men dowered with the world's rank insult Whose flashing eye commands the storm,
and hot hate, When thunderous wild waves fling foaming
Because they dared to smite our swollen state,
arms of power,
Whose idol-wheels a human blood must To hurl below, to shatter, the tall Saviour
lubricate
form
Tyndale, Mazzini, Regulus, or Tell
Fathers of fire-souled mechanic
And they who by the Malian water fell
Demons whirlwind-limbed are ye ;
Founders of all the commonwealths of earth Your resolute fire-ships throbbing sweep I
Of Daedal poets — third — there are two others Who dost, like Conscience, evermore incline
Homer, with Avon's bard ; and yet some Toward one Eternal Pole, although the cloud
brothers From storm -tossed mariner His radiance
Wherein their own essential selves have grown. A morning-land for Liberty's blithe lovers!
; ! ! :! ! !;!;; "
! ;; ! ;
336 MELCHA
" Your magic glass reveals a realm Hail ! wild wind of our strong speed.
Too far, too fine, for human eyes Lightning, and a clangorous thunder
While suns, and planets, and fair moons o'er- Farm or village, town or mead.
whelm, Flashing past, earth trembles under
In fairy-like societies, Autumn leaves about us twirling.
Under our feet, in our own frames. Tumultuous clouds around us whirling,
One organising Reason flames Ringing axles eager to burst forth in flame !
Who devastate with rumbling tumbril-wheel. Through the stupendous halls that never end,
Rifle, cannon, shell, or steel, Perceive not those who died, although they
Human frames, and human hearts wend
While our wharves, and all our marts Their ways beside them, nor some beings
Glow wealthier from your arts nigh
With hideous scurf, with lurid smoke un- Of another order in the hierarchy.
blest, It may be few perceive them yet all here ;
Ye devastate earth's flowery rest, Assemble, each from his own natal sphere.
Her virginal sweet vest Only a dweller in a foreign star
Life's a journey; Hath his more wonted haunts from these
Life's a tourney afar.
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Nor of the dead may all distinguish well But now he draws the bow none save himself
Their dead companions for souls from hell,
; can bend ;
And souls from heaven mutually repel. And while they cower, divining the dread
But all seems peopled with impalpable pale end.
hosts, Throws off concealment, towers in his own
A common crowd, and even with less than hall,
human ghosts. And turns the twanging death upon them all
The lovers first behold a Dcedal thought, Hangs the god-Titan hurling scorn at Jove, ,
With the world's buoyant youth sublimely Torn by Heaven's ravening bird, implacable
fraught.
in love.
Here, as in purest marble white.
Though with a sunrise faintly flushing, There generous - hearted (Edipus, who
Are nobly-moulded forms who fight. mocks
Chariots and steeds to battle rushing. Sinister breathings of impending doon..
Here glorious Achilles mourns his friend, Staggers beneath accumulating shocks
Embracing a young warrior's corse, Of Destiny Divine then bows in gloom.
;
While, with head bowed to earth, each As a brave man with youthfid strength
generous horse adorned
Of race divine who brought him mourns Yields to a purple smothering Simoom,
Patroclus' end. Or snowy whirlwinds, that he blithely scorned
There Hector flies the avenging Champion, At morning on a mountain ;
Roused from his sullen rest upon the plain ; Here Antigone
Thrice round Troy -ramparts, by Achilles Supports her father blind ; there one with
slain. lavish locks.
Lashed to his car, before proud Ilion, Her brother slain, entombs, defying tyranny
Her hero, with most cruel contumely, Perishing in her youth with splendid piety.
Is dragged, in sight of poor Andromache.
"These works are wonderful," avowed the
Odysseus, deemed long dead, clad in rude bride,
weeds, " I love to explore their glories with my love ;
"
Growling low in his lion soul, yet feeds But I should tremble if I left your side
With little insolent men beneath the dome "Nay, thou shalt be at home here, O my
Pertaining to him, his ancestral home : dove
They dare his queen, and his young heir —
Even as one of us once more behold
offend What marvel yonder chasm may unfold !
Y
! ; : ! " "; !
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A lurid haze upsteams from an Abyss, Of present time laid listening discern.
Immense, profound, down-narrowing gradual: And while the chiefs around all hearkening
There, as in ruby wrought, souls reft of bliss burn
Agonise all around the furnace wall, With inspiration of my words, I rise.
Clean-carven in relief, as on a gem And seem to vanish from their wondering
Blood red ; so one grim thought hath imaged eyes
them. Within the waters of our tranquil lake.
And lo that awful Shade himself stood nigh
! Mightier rulers follow in my wake ;
Gazing abstracted, with dread light upon A Faith Diviner, subtler joys and woes ;
His haggard features then he raised : his Yet ever more my wistful longing grows
face ; For some dear feminine heart to dwell
And those two lovers noted the full grace with me
Of all the seer, with Beatrice by, Here in Thought's own profound tranquillity.
Beheld in Heaven, where spirits who have I want a fresh, a guileless Christian spirit
won To breathe an ampler, a diviner air.
Their crown of glory form a snow-white rose, Than in her lowly cell may inherit
she
Ethereal jewels every petal glows ; So mine imperial burden one may share,
Beamingly loving, or their ardours cluster And faithful Love's unshamed simplicity
To a mighty eagle of empyreal lustre, Direct the challenge of keen Reason's eye.
And to a Cross immense aloft they noted So I make more, and purify my pleasure,
;
" Now let us pause," the mortal urges " In summer, or in stormier weather,
"all We will explore God's wondrous worlds to-
In one another's arms, with no demur Wrestling with loathsome coils about me
From either lover : prest,
When they woke from slumber. How oft the mortal Hydra mocked my rest !
When loving eyes of hers the lovelight drank One withering glance of thine had scotched
From his wild orbs, did any sorrow cumber the Pest
Their lakelike splendour? —
but he sighed Shall not a child from our two selves be
and said : born,
"To a strange bridegroom thou in sooth Who shall annihilate Error with blithe
art wed scorn ?
Even in my Pagan monarchy of old. And yet, alas ! I doubt if thou canst breathe
No letter of a priestly creed might hold Freely in these my realms : they leave thee
My soul, who will her ampld* wings unfold. pale with death !
One sunny eve within my castle hall And yet, in sooth,my spirit seems confused
(Lapping its portal silver waters doze). As one who, falling far, lies dazed and bruised.
The phantom Future, whose fiir-off footfall I only fear lest, from my native sphere
Mine ears prophetic on faint-sounding sand Deserting, I may find no haven here !
; ! ! : ;! ;
! !
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Whose sweet shed petals flutter in his bosom : So, cursing, laughing, weeping, passes Life's
Here in her haunted room adjures the mother grim pageantry.
Here wrestles desolate, alone with fury-fates
that smother : Behold what seems the ruin of the Past,
I
Till smiting down the evil with a tardy random Sport of an earthquake, or a whirlwind-blast
doom. Where golden crosses, jewelled shrines and
He and the innocent sink with them in the chalices
same dull tomb Mingle with wrecks of sumptuous royal
palaces.
There a fiend-woman with red hand up- Rare alabaster, with embossed rich pyx,
braids From dainty lady's chamber sardonyx.
The lingering manhood, that so swiftly fades Enamel, and flushed porcelain immix :
Under Hell's own exorcism, when the twain Silk from far looms, with proud emblazonries.
Their royal reverend guest have foully slain. Banner, and arras, glass of rainbow dyes,
Who slept the just man's sleep beneath their Drums of great column, sculptured architrave.
roof: Red dust of monarch from cathedral nave ;
And there Macbeth's dyed soul is put to Ruby and sapphire, raiment sown with pearl,
proof. Worn by fair scions of emperor and earl
When at the banquet rises a pale ghost. King's ancient crowns, and ermines, and
To upbraid the horror-faced usurping host. tiaras,
'Mid blocks from towers fallen on the wearers.
With Romeo on her heart young Juliet, The Samson-strength of Peoples hath arisen.
In Love's own garden, swears no morning Hurling to dust the palace and the prison :
That was no lark-note ! bird of envious Such chaos weltered when with furious cries
morn ! . , . Mobs held blood-orgies in the Tuilleries
Death meets them, and all lovers, with his Hut many a wilding bryony and bramble
chilling scorn ! Over the wilderness halh learned to ramble :
! ; — ;! ; ! ; ! ——!:
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So grass, germander, violet, may vie Girdled with forests : how he soars in might,
With malachite, or lapis lazuli, While ocean at his feet makes everlasting
In Rome, in Caesar's palace, or grey baths thunder
Of Caracalla among sweet green paths,
; Most wistfully the man contemplates Nature's
Anemones and lilies fair enshrine glory
Red porphyries, or rich aventurine. And now the undying idyl of a lover's story ;
Stand two young lovers, beautiful as day. Offering youth, sweet sacrifice to Death !
Their lips meet, and their delicate limbs are The very twain, whose delicate arms en-
twining wreathe
Psyche and Eros so were carven inclining. Before him as alive, he sees low laid
There falls a sunset blush upon their white- Here, as on some revolt's red barricade
ness, Young men and maidens, lately bold and
While ever and anon a pulse of over- hot.
passionate brightness With hoary sire and little child, lie shot
Lightning-like thrills the rosy-tlushing forms. So these have ceased from loving, and are not,
Opposite gazed a visage dark with storms. Lying fair-frozen in a mortal shade.
All marred and riven, a crag tempest-worn ;
Their names are manifold yet these may be. ;
Gazed with alternate joy, and grief, and scorn. Who loved in isles Ionian, Juan and Haidee.
Like a fallen angel, it hath terrible beauty ;
While he who stands, a sunset-smitten tower,
While fain to breathe an empyrean of Duty, Leaning aside now, reaching hands of power.
Its frame colossal, and sublimely moulded Is called Childe Harold Manfred Cain ; ; ;
wings growth ;
Those swarthy limbs appear like lava, yet From sheer disuse its eyeballs blinded both
Smouldering sullen they were a fire-jet
: Like some weird reptile's from Carinthian
From some volcano ye, white wings of;
caves,
snow! A human thrall in subterranean graves.
Love formed you of yonder Alp, that from Rags flutter from a shagged and leathern
below frame :
Soars in high Heaven, with pure eve aglow. Its its daily wage was shame
food was blows,
'Tis as though ye were broken of a shaft, Famine 'mid mortal wrongs long kept it tame.
Aimed by some cruel jealous god, who Shut from free light and air 'neath church
laughed, and palace.
Seeing how true it speeded writhe, O : man This human thing lay cramped of human
Presumptuous Titan, thou Promethean ! malice.
Through dull, slow centuries, till it retro-
Not far hence a pure Alp abides in light, graded.
Gemmed with live sapphires, cloven with Toward brute brows and jowls, the manhood
torrents, yonder faded.
: ! ; ! ;
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See ! how it crawls from forth a rift amid the Touched many a bulk of pompous purple
ruin, pride.
Gnawing and burrowing ! alas ! this wrought That lay imposing, overswollen beside
the terrible undoing His chariot-course; when lo! an infant's
bubble.
Now from the fingers of his other hand Each bursting freed the burdened air from
The form colossal filters a fine sand, trouble.
Which seems a dust of all in the wide world, His car was winged with plumes of sunny snow,
Immingled with red dust that hath been Edgeless and downy but the front below,
;
Your hopes, your longings into ruin hurled As subtle-fancy'd amorous wind arranges ;
Upon a cloud-car, vaporous alabaster. In wintry caverns roofed with frozen tears.
Swift, though the rider longs to travel faster, Where mystic murmuring chill waters flow.
Stood one, ethereal-limbed like Ariel, Rivers that are the souls of realms unrolled
Whose spear, the sunbeam of Ithuriel, below.
: ; ; ; ! ! ! ; ; !
342 MELCHA
He plucks the glory of the edelweiss, She strove to assimilate when he was gone
Planting his feet in perpendicular ice ; The food that he would have her feed upon
Upward he clambers with stern axe and pole : Pondered his words, or would retrace some
What daunt the indomitable soul ?
shall scene,
Clouds may beleaguer with bewildering error, Where with him her companioned feet have
Torrents may thunder, cataracts of terror, been.
But he will mount, till on the proudest crest Alas ! the more she strove, the more she knew
Sun-crowned he stands, a conqueror con- Abysms impassable betwixt them two
fessed. Not even those shades relieved the loneliness,
Or hurled to atoms in the abyss unbaffled he That did upon her fainting spirit press.
will rest. She could discern no shadowy moving throng
Those vast interminable aisles among.
Behold ! he flounders in a forest foul, Shadowy a cold prison crypt
twilight !
Where balefire eyes from stealthy things that awful glooms that slept
Eternal silence !
From him contending, yet her soul, a star. And hardly her bewildered memory renders
Beams on him holy influence from yonder. Account to her of what dim ways impart
Nerving his own to quell the lion-thunder. Views of the grand creative forms of art.
Yet there too in strange frondage, or lush So, unfamiliar with some ancient pile,
Nor free from stain shines out that armour Muffled friar from shadowy cowl
white. Glaring with unearthly scowl.
And she would travel with him to the strife Yea, once she met with one who seemed her
But wars and wanderings would wither her Knight,
young life. Victorious returning from the fight ;
Yet she may pray for him, yea, send her love She throws her in his arms, all happiness
Plovering o'er him like a holy dove. And lo ! she peers in horrible eyes dead-
And he behold faint glimmers from her ark. white ;
The while he welters, lost in waters dark. The caverned bosom crumbles in her caress
! — !; —
" ! ! ! ; —— ! ; ! ! ;
! !
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" Yet ah !
" she sighed, " if he would only Why wage in ghostly realms a shadowy war,
stay .Scorning the warm world for a phantom far ?
Humbly with me in mine own earthly day I fear to lose my footing, my goal
and
Can I not lure him to abide in peace \'ea, thou hast robbed me of my rest, my
In my forefather's land ? win him release soul I
From this eternal proud disquietude ? While thy proud thoughts through all the
Lead him to rest beneath our holy rood ? world would roll ! . . .
I fear, for all the glories that so gleam, Thy gloomy pavements heave beneath my
It is the unholy glamour of a dream ! . . . feet,
Though some profound black possibility And all thy pillars rocking seem to meet ! . . .
Opens before me when my Knight is nigh Why did I leave my native sphere above ?
I dare not sound it ! Madness yawns there- Thou wilt be lost too ! fly with me, my love !
!
Or I must fly, or lure him from the cave
" Unworthy of this royal realm of mine
So now she strove with eloquent sobs to win I snatched you from the dust to make you
Her fairy lover from the halls of sin ;
mine.
For so she deemed them, weeping o'er the loss I deemed the sacred fire within your spirit
Of her own homely sanctuary-cross -Smouldered ; mine eager, breathing love may
"I cannot mock my glorious destiny," stir it
" I deem that what thine incantation vaunts For all your Atys' priests' insensate lies,
May be but water, and long waterplants Trust me God's day, when one
! is used
I fear thee there be stains upon thine armour
! ! thereto,
What realms hast haunted? art thou mine Strikes grander than mere spangles red and
own charmer ? blue
Hast thou not sinned ? art thou the paragon Or ghostly spawn of humours in sick blood
I lately set my faith upon ? . . . Though all your sacred books pronounce
Nay, if vague rumour muttered of some sin, them good,
Vile men malign us, and I hope to win And God's veracious ambient air profane
Thee from thou wilt not be ruled
the peril : Come forth, and all your juggling ghosts will
Courting the wily foe, thou wilt be fooled wane !
Why leave me here in darkness over long. Come from your blinded dungeons 1 — or
In chase of some conundrum, or a song ? remain !"
";! ; ! : ! ! ;;
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" Shall I resign my soul, my life, my hope,
He held her in his arms : he groaned : he
Among mere shadowy fancies here to grope fled.
For ever ? why calumniate my creed ? But on the floors of Night she reeled, she
You wise ones know not all our bitter need !
stumbled, and fell dead.
See yon dim millions of human lives,
Swarming in labour's dun defiled hives, Arousing, Melcha slowly gazed around :
Stunned with base sounds, immersed in dingy Grey forms gigantic stand, with ne'er a sound
crafts Every ghost, relieved against a column,
Dare not disdain the star, the flower that Hath one vast -moulded hand enclasping
wafts solemn
Our unimprisoned souls a moment lifts !
The other arm, whose hand the visage muffled.
From reeking pestilent squalors, through Their heads are bowed, their rocky robes
what rifts unruffled
So-ever, to blue skies, and woodlands fair, Fall, like a mountain flank, with gorge pro-
Fresh flowing water, and sweet liberal air found
Hail ! soiled flower, dim star among the Grey riven columns congregated here :
O'er ruinous roofs! faint heaven-dawn that To heights unknown, roofed over with dim
broke, fear,
Luminous pearl above man's misery, Forming one vasty chamber of sphered gloom,
Mute for a moment now, where lewd huts lie. On whose faint heart there weighs a huge
Surprised to shame of their own shameless- dark Tomb :
She muses on a mole, with many a mast Stay ! did she hear within the sepulchre
Of wealth-gorged hulls from foreign lands A sound? ."Wilt Thou arise. Deliverer?"
. .
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Lulled on its dungeon floor, the world's Blue shadows to air-ruflled verges cling.
Despair Here she buries her pale face,
Wakes with a wail! "Arisen! would He Rendering ecstasy for grace,
!
were Sensible of only this.
That spring woodlands are a bliss.
tears
On the delicate lady-skin.
That night, when he emerged with melan- And a soft call of cuckoo,
choly pacing. The lake-ripple lisping,
Bluely, blithely crisping
But one who laughed in that dim hall ;
Ghastlier seemed to her than all Views yon delicate larch -clouds
Heaving like the masted shrouds,
Vivid green in azure sky.
At length she moaned, with voice of one Murmuring how tranquilly
that dies
Cherry, and pink apple blossom
" Innumerable throng
Hanging foam in air's blue bosom ;
And with this utterance of all her being. The hell she hath left behind
The appearance-world thereunto swift agree- Glareth dimly from afar.
346 MELCHA
" I will humbly seek confession! Yet she feared the fatal spell
So relieve this dire oppression !
Christ and Heaven Love and Hell
!
Thinking thus, she took her way "We may scorn not common ground
To where above the placid bay God hath wisely fenced us round :
Stands her well-beloved chapel, Within I bleed from a deep wound " !
. . .
No answer may her musing yield. Other was the garden scene)
There the sanctuary appears : Who on Melcha's face and dress
. . . Doth it totter as with years? Looks wide-eyed while with no less
;
Weathered beams and walls inclined A lady, of whom strange things are told
To and fro, as in a wind. How she eloped with our lake-fairy . . .
All her wild tale she reveals Like you the picture looks ! ah ! Holy
To the priest, nor aught conceals. Mary!"
He, much moved, and sore astonished.
His weird penitent admonished Then Melcha in a mournful dream
She was wound in mortal sin Turned away from where the gleam
And, would she salvation win, Of her old home promised rest
Hardest penance must endure ;
To the weary and distressed ;
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And now the dear name uf her sister. Now once more a gleam Elysian
Alas ! how often in fond hope she kissed her Dawns upon her, a new vision,
Melcha lies in the warm sun, Other than the sight of old.
Murmuring, " I must be a nun " ! Wondrous, wide, more manifold.
Then she cried, " How bitter, love 1
Among pale devotees who fast, Alas my soul would climb above
! !
Afflict their souls, and bodies cast Yet if thou sink for need of me ?
Scourged upon the midnight stone, Did I well to fly away,
Supplicating, making moan, Leaving thee alone to stray
Lacerated with remorse Ever further from sweet day ?
For sin's dark tyrannic force. In those awful wilds art lost ?
Would return to hold his revel Nay my husband, thou shalt prove
!
And where slept Love's own warm grace. A mightier arm, though mine remove ! . . .
In that lone hollow of her heart Who dreams they shall not be holden ?
Nor Heaven's mild and holy balm Some new change, for woe or weal."
Fills her wounded soul with calm. Then she wandered through the brake.
Yet fellow-feeling with the poor. Till she came upon the lake :
Enslaved and sorrowful, half wrought a cure : How wistfully she gazed, and gazed
The world-wide mystery of Fate Where the auroral billow blazed !
Lifts from sorrow's lonely pall. How she wavereth on the brink
In mortal faint she seems to sink
But they who reft of consolation live Yet looking on him, whispereth : " He is
"
Feel the sad impotence of penurjs risen !
When, longing some sweet cordial to give. Then, all transfigured, yields her to the
Helpless, and dumb, and void, they hear the prison
cry : Of his embrace! but this her lover now
"A drop to cool our tongues in this flame's Shines radiant, as never he hath shone.
misery !" " Yea, He is risen though I know not —
As one awaking after night, how!"
Blind with blaze of sudden light, Answers the other and the twain are . . .
And there a vision loomed on shadowy wing. Mother of all. And still serene she smiles
But how sustains her the eternal Night ?
The Maiden fair in spirit I beheld.
With what poor toys, with what illusive wiles?
Her eyes pure shrines of loftiest intent,
There were some flowers in the ice-crevices,
Indomitable endeavour, never quelled
Some tiny flowers of dear seraphic blue.
By violent misfortune, nor repelled
And rifts in tempest but ; are those, or these,
By dull resistance of indifferent
Sisters tothem in deep cerulean hue,
Vicissitude, but ever buoyant ; her
Evanishing when born, howe'er they please,
On a frail arch of slow dissolving ice,
Sustainers of her very light of life ?
I saw 'mid mountains robed in snowy fur,
Or is she strong for her unequal strife
All inaccessible, a precipice
Through yonder gleams of gold upon the rock?
At either end inexorably steep,
Nay, they are elf-gleams glimmering to mock !
Unfathomable abysses of the deep, But she adores twin visionary Stars,
O'er her involved embroilment of the storm, That in the abysmal hollows wax and wane.
Thundering cloud ; methought she stooped Strange progeny of elemental wars.
anon Ravening in chasms of the unsouled Inane
With cordial of her glance to yield support Duty, and Love, fair sister, and bold brother,
Unto some faltering or fallen one To spring in very deed from such a Mother
Upon life's painful perilous pass, full fraught Vea, spiritual tides of boundless being
With fear, convoying from nowhere to no- Are billowing in the soul, a moment fleeing
whither ;
From naught naught unfathomably still
to
So teach the later sages, and her mind, Ghost from the gloom the miracle of Will
Swayed by the mastering Magia breathing
thither
A lovely child played on the crystal bridge,
And she played with him, they loved one
From the Time- Spirit, so believes or blind, ;
another
Or eagle-orbed. He rules the answering helm
Alas he faded from the icy ridge.
!
Her loftier flight, sustaining some who fiy As of a fair child often hovering nigh.
On lowlier pinion faint and falteringly Albeit no vision met the maiden's eye.
; ; ; !
Yet on the appealing waves of her sweet hymn River still guarding from all mortal eyes
Toward her some breathing cohort seemed The hoary mystery of mysteries."
to swim. So vowed the pilgrim, chief of a strong band.
Till unaware an ominous sharp sound Who toil to wrest from Death the twilight
Foreboded wreck and ruin of the arc land.
Startled she gazed into the dusk profound, A deep resolve, more grand than midnight
Then calmly-grave appeared to mark skies.
Annihilation's face confronting her, Glowed in his countenance but face and form ;
While in a moment with still overthrow Were marred and writhen with the lifelong
Vanished the fair arch, and his eager stir storm.
—
Of life for ever Nay behold the glow ! While life's dark winter snowed upon his
Of some divine celestial surprise heart.
Dawns in the dewy darkness of her eyes, All wrathful elements howled forth, Depart
While unsustained she falls ; for lo the cold ! Heaven with remorseless frown above him
Unfathomable hollow-hearted gloom bowed ;
Grew warm hearts throbbing with a love Earth rose in whelming floods to help the
untold cloud.
The iron crags, built round her like a tomb,
Arms wound to ward with full-assured em-
brace ! Whelmed in the wild and terrible morass.
Confused cloud-chaos, vasty vans that brood He wades, he swims, he flounders ; he is borne
Expansive o'er the darkness, with a grace Upon the shoulders of dark men forlorn.
Of hallowing benediction for the rude To whom the grandeurs of his spirit pass
Sullen death-realm, unfounded and unformed. By glorious contagion ; a foul mass
Rousing a life within the grey womb, warmed Of foes malignant o'er the man outworn
From their abounding O grand countenance Clamour ! ; disease his vitals doth harass,
Of guardian angels once a drear expanse,
! Draining the life-blood ; mortal pain hath
High snows aloof, indifferent ye stars. torn ! :
Luminous eyes, who gaze through pearly bars Until his faithfuls weave him a soft bed
Unslumbering ! . . . A childish form floats Of boughs, and bear him among flowering
hither. reeds
The same who seemed before her eyes to And lotus-paven waters : overhead,
wither ;
Languid from anguish, he in dreamings heeds
She only lost him for a little while ; An eagle at dawn, whose ghostly voice is
They greet again with still celestial smile. hurled.
For righteous Love, tho' visionless she be, As though he called one from another world.
Buoys high the soul o'er death's catastrophe.
Bears her triumphant on the central tide
Of universal Life, the immortal Bride. A world of waters — sounds of solemn sea.
As wind soughs wandering in rushes now :
Thou!
" No mortal power shall turn me : I arise, May I sustain the load allotted me
And will go forward, with my face for ever And ere in England falls the winter snow.
Toward those fountains of the sacred river, May I be there, at home, with Victory! . . .
! ; : ! ;! —— : ! ! :!
Of light is following ; where waters roll A sound of breathing louder than of yore ;
On fair Nyassa, Death's dark navies bask The low watch-pulse affronts foreboding ears.
Mary lies in her forest grave alone ! At length one, timid, touches the grey head.
Stone-cold, and silent Livingstone is dead ! !
my dark race, plunged in the abyss of Hell Moans : the ghost-eagle calls : Hell laughs :
bloom
"
"Is it our people who are shouting so ? Of home-love crowns him ere the year out-
The dark and tender follower replies, worn ;
" A buffalo from far cornfields with cries But while faint eyes look far away with trust,
Men scare." The spirit wanders . . . to Death spurns the soul's quenched altar in
and fro, the dust
Like some dim waters' aimless ebb and flow ;
. . . Is all, then, failure? Lives no Father
" Is this the Luapula?" whose surmise . . . there ?
Gently the man dissolves then in a low : Do living hearts but supplicate dead air ?
Alien tongue, and with faint, filming eyes, Is this the end of the Promethean
The weary wanderer wistfully inquires, Indomitable, all-enduring Man ?
" How far is Luapula?" falling soon
To slumber. . . . Later, after night's chill
noon, Who calls it failure?
His boy-attendant, running toward the fires God fulfils the prayer :
Out of the hut, where both were sleeping, said, He is at home ; he rests ; the work is done.
" Come to the Master! for I am afraid." He hath not failed, who fails like Living-
stone !
Where, by a feeble taper, which adheres And whatsoever kingdoms men have won,
To a worn wooden travelling-case, appears ] le triumphs dead, defeated, and alone.
The form of one who kneels upon the floor, Who learned sublimely to endure and dare
; ; ; ; ! ; ! ! ! ::
Assumes all Africa for royal throne. Thy self-consuming, scathing heart of flame
Slaves, to the height of their great master Was quenched to feed no silent coffin's shame !
Made all his faithful fortitude our own, Or deadly gloom, or terrible despair,
Enshrined for men the man magnanimous, An earthquake mockery of strong Creeds
A beacon for all races and for us ! that were
Yet if no rumour had survived the grave. Assured possessions of calm earth and sky,
If all were whelmed in dark Ilala-wave, Where doom-distraught pale souls took
Yon very woods and waters in their dim sanctuary.
Hearts would have lost no memory of him As in strong temples. The same blocks shall
They, in their mystic message to all time. build,
And all the worlds, have thrilled with the Iconoclast ! the edifice you spilled,
sublime More more fair O scourge of God,
durable, :
He crowns unseen the labour and the strife. And thou, Don Juan, Harold, Manfred, Cain,
Labour is full fruition in the bud. Song-crowned within the world's young heart
And faith, possession dimly understood. shalt reign
Whene'er we hear embroiled lashed ocean
Mortal defeat blows oft the clarion roar.
Of resurrectiono'er an indolent world Or thunder echoing among heights all hoar.
Death-dreaming, louder than hath e'er been Brother thy mighty measure heightens
! theirs,
Of common souls to kindle in his train. In Love's immortal firmament are set
Heroic-moulded, woke the silent dust Twin Romeo and Juliet,
stars of
To songful flowers of helpful love and trust And companions young eyes discover
their
Inspired the world's dead heart to throb In Cycladean Haidee with her lover.
victoriously
So they awake to life, who warring desperate May all the devastating force be spent ?
Our faithful find from storms of earth release. The Soul's immense eternity is thine !
— ! ! ;: ! —
352 SNOWDROPS
Profound Beneficence absorbs thy power, From unimaginable wealth
While Ages tend the long-maturing flower My soul demands but this. :
Our Sun himself, one tempest of wild Nor fame, nor power, nor gold, nor health
flame, A little child's warm kiss !
Ye smile to know !
By frozen rills, in
But I behold no Heaven's gate
A mild pure sisterhood ye grow,
From our confusion here
Who !
From your immensity that whelms But where Love breathes, a fadeless flower
1 crave one only good ;
May bloom from Death's inveterate firost
! ! ! ! ! !
BEETHOVEN 353
And though the fiends would whelm me low Than earth can bear within the courts above
;
With mine own sins for ponderous stones, Ye may expatiate majestical,
Child-angels all around me flow ; Native, at home poor mortals hide their tears,
!
I loved them ; they have heard my moans With caught Ijreath, nor may follow moun- :
tain stairs,
Platform on platform, ye aspire to God
His infinite soul who bore you is immortal,
Who hold the realms of ether with white Vast, thronged, innumerous have risen before
plume. him
And with a sweet compulsion heaven lift to Unhearing the loud storm of their applause,
Ye, Harmonies, expand immeasurably He sees the tumult of their ocean joy
The temple of our soul, and yet are more Thunderously jubilant, in eloquent eyes,
z
! !; ! ; — ; ! !
And saith, "Well done!" to every faithful They breathe of the Peace at the
deed. Heart of things,
Who in Himself will full accomplish all. Who hath taken the wide world
Under Her wings.
They tell of my boyhood.
They tell of my boy.
NORTHERN SPRING They tell of him folded
Beyond annoy ;
Old elms remember I who longed for the whispering cool of the
Earlier moods, grove
A young leaf- rapture Sto e to the valley of verdurous gloom.
On their gnarled boughs ;
Wh ere a nightingale sings evermore to his
Thorns sing a carol of love.
With peals of bloom from All woven of mosses, and lichen and
Inaudible bells ;
down ;
Four delicate ovals, flecked faintly with Philomel is a child of the daylight and dark ;
wine Where the willow-leaf bathes in the flame of
She is guarding the mystical marvel of life, the moon.
The wind-flower illumines her bowery shrine, She sings all the night listens not to the lark ; ;
And the pale flame of primrose around her is Will a sorrowful heart of men turn for a tune !
play;
And one of his delicate silvery measures
Recalls one who whips a clear watery glass ;
More subtle and rich than the verdurous roof Thine oval face-flower leaneth on an arm
Of foliage marrying over me fair. Luxuriantly moulded, negligent.
Ye enwind with your music, enmeshed, A Mediterranean-blue robe hath lent
flushed with bloom Disclosure to the undulating form.
I am sheathed, like a chrj'salid silken, with Reclining languid in a shadowy place
joy 'Mid murmuring leaves, and there thy mellow
I forget that the world hath a grief or a grace
gloom. The Sun divines, who, passing through the
Ye scatter your songs on the grave of my boy. grove,
Ah where are the conflict, the care and the
!
Illumines throat and bosom with still love.
Our Philomel, she is more near to our night, But who may prophesy of thy to-morrow?
More nigh to her gloaming of green we The seven devils in thee, did they go?
stand. Or do they only sleep that they may grow ?
For whih her song-pulses may vie with the Smouldering slumberous in thine almond
stars, while.
We have known in the clear, limpid airs of They may awake with renovated might
the South, Thou, blessing the brown earth with bare
She hath one long low burden akin to our light foot
Or water in moonlight, of silent foot. Nay, rule the world-illusion while ye burn
: ; ; ! ! ! ;:
356 WINTER
A later painter showed her otherwise. And now at nightfall, from where forest looms,
Under the domination of deep eyes, A dragon train wails 'thwart the solitude
She knows no more these lovers, for the wings Flame-breathing, with a long self-luminous
Of lovelier life new-born in her ; she flings brood.
The jewels from her, for the Pearl He brings. And livid, long low steam among grey glooms.
In presence of her Lord, no fair and sweet
She knoweth, save to lay them His feet.
at
Our splendid world dies, very dull and dim Snow falls, hath fallen, all the land is white.
The woman in her seeth only Him ! Pure snow clings frozen to labyrinths of trees
They, in the narrow lane, aloft unite
Winter hath clothed with a pure foliage these,
Pitying them, bereft of spring's delight.
WINTER How fairylike their veiled pale silences
Feathery phantoms a grey mist informing
With beauty, as frail corallines dim sea.
Blue-green firs waver in a water wan, Some alien planet our earth seems to be
Save where red bole, fir-robe unmoved and Earth lies fair in her shroud and slumbereth ;
Show the keen wizard Frost prevails upon Lo the sun's fleeting phantom faintly warming
!
Even rivers ;a low clink bewrays a slim Mists into heaven-blue, while they flush and
Bird, who hath lighted on the marge to drink. flee:
Aerial webs invisible, that link Budding birch-sprays hang laughing jewelry
Sere, russet fern with glume of yellow grass. Of opal ice athwart the lift that clears ;
And green fir-needle, are palpable star-chains Clinking it falls, or melts in jubilant tears.
soft.
Or frozen glistereth with icy edge
Mist frozen in plumelets many a taper tuft
;
To windward of the elm-bole ; birds in dun
Adorns the wine-stained bramble, and the Plumage, fair-formed elves, whistle in the
blade,
hedge.
Scatterits ermine mantle as they run,
Or bronzy twigs of trees bereft of shade. ;
As on our panes, with palms and wreaths of Nestle where beast, or man hath trodden deep
hers, In crisp, starred snow fur mantles fair endue
;
A delicate starflower beauty, rivalling Thatched roof, wain, barn and byre, while
All fragile water-petals of sweet spring they creep
Adorns wine-dark, ferruginous fens and ling, To a fringe of diamond icicle ; the waters
Desolate lowlands where the bittern booms. are asleep.
! ! !
Now skaters whirr and whirl, as erst, upon (Whose honour once was like the Pole secure),
the imprisoned grey A shameless reign of brazen-faced Untruth,
Plain of the river ; rosy children sliding, Fair with false hues, the mortal foe to ruth,
shout and play : And equal right. What golden salve may
Pile the illumining logs within, and let them cure
crackle gay These inward wounds ? Our fiery standards
Bright holly and green mistletoe cheering wave
our hearths we keep : Over more ravaged lands; ah, Liberty!
Warm glint the polished chairs and glasses, Once, where they dawned auroral, all thy
while yule-fires glow deep. brave
But when dear babes lie dreaming, with a Sons rallied round triumphant ; now, the dye
halo near the moon, Upon them is thy heart's blood— to the grave
And at their nursery doors are left small 'Tis England thrusts thee, with cold mockery !
fairy-appealing shoon,
There will float a voice of mystic bells over
earth's pale swound,
Barren the conquest of rich, populous lands,
And sweet sad fays of memory to haunt us
in their sound !
When the proud conqueror, foredoomed and
blind,
1874. Himself the very ground hath undermined
Beneath his legions. Wheresoe'er he stands,
Earth reels from his unfaith ; brute force com-
IN ITALY mands
By the low light of the moon, love,
Now but fierce fear, even where men's hearts
inclined
By the low light of the moon,
Lately to cherish his right rule, with bands
From her enchanted swoon, love,
The cypress woke and sighed. Of sober use, and feeling intertwined.
Light-bound for mutual service, lord and
Beyond a wooded mountain, the sea that
thrall.
hath no tide
Murmured to the moon. O ye stern rocks of either continent,
Where we do murderous battle I will ye fall,
The wilding passion-flower, love, And hide from the Lamb's vengeance ? We
The wilding passion-flower. were sent
Dishevelled in her bower, love. To bless the Lord's own little ones we went ;
my side
Whisperest, my flower !
VERY DEATH
Lost for a while Nay, we repent
! We There are worse deaths than Death, for
!
Stairs of grim Power, and Greed, defiled with May fail, may change ; no longer beautiful,
blood, A very spirit fade to dark and dull.
To lay before their shrine foul idol-food Withering toward dissolution firm-knit mind ;
From orgies of deep, drugged bewilderment. Thanking the Powers that they resumed his
Invokes thee, righteous patriot, whom she breath,
spurned. While he was yet a child, unknowing Death,
Come forth, our Hope, Achilles ! from thy The very death ; ourselves, who are left
tent! alone,
Praying that we may die, and turn to stone.
THE CATHEDRAL
MADNESS
Cathedral heights among the midnight
stars, She spake of madness, telling that the worst.
Ye are as mountains in sublimity ! As found incurable, was when men deemed
Your phantom towers, aerial forms on high, The world all happy, when misfortune seemed
By whispering groves surrounded, for our wars, Supreme good fortune, and the lot accurst
And puny whirl of foolish strife, that mars Appeared true bliss what lowered repulsive
;
The vasty fane through rifts of shadowy tree Was changed to lovely, all-delightful gleamed.
Some departed souls appears.
city of Evil a cloud into blue heaven dispersed :
But in the morning, solemn sounds are rolled Beyond hope these illusions are esteemed.
Through forest gloom of jewelled nave and 'Twas spoken in good faith, unheedingly;
aisle ;
Yet they perchance the inner truth divine,
! ;
And if we hope to heal, the madman we ! But in the heart of the eternal hills,
I would such hallowed lunacy were mine, Pure child of ocean and eternal sun,
Here, where some say 'tis better not to be No fleeting wealth from casual-flowing rills.
What fool would cavil o'er this anodyne ? Cool and refreshing when the rest are gone.
That heave above the sleepers, and soft winds Reposeful calm from yonder monument.
Around the church-tower, by the voice Where the recumbent forms absorbed in
therein. prayer
Yon hamlet nested in his orchard finds Ever abide in shadowy cool air ;
The sunny pastor hath large heart akin They take no heed of our deluding time.
To humble joy and sorrow where he dwells Our dewy eve, midnoon, or morning prime
; ;
Abideth a warm halcyon atmosphere They, tranced to marble, ever rest in peace.
Of hallowed calm, as in lone summer dells. So that we long to be with them and cease.
Within the house, and in the landscape here, And here awhile our weary sails are furled.
All is serenely soothing ; the grave words, Here in a haven folded from the world ;
With looks, and deeds, arise from a deep Here we may taste awhile the bread of life.
spring And breathe an atmosphere aloof from strife
Of faith perennial beneath the sense. A ray of comfort steals into our prison
No earthly heats may doom to perishing, From happy souls, who with the Lord are
Because the birth of it is not from hence, risen.
A MODERN FAUST
TO MY DEAR FRIEND
poem the name of "A Modern Faust." lineation the familiar name of Faust seemed
But, seeking to portray a denizen of our not altogether inappropriate. Though con-
modern world with nature and aspirations sidering its now formidable literary associa-
somewhat similar to those of that semi- tions, remembering Marlowe and Goethe,
mythical and representative Personage, I who can repress a certain feeling of trepida-
thought it not unfitting to give him the tion in thus invoking so venerable a name, lest
same name. For there exists a cycle of he should be overtaken by the fate that was
Christian my thus, semi - historical, semi- said to have befallen rash and presumptuous
legendary, which embodies certain ideas and magicians, torn in pieces by the potent spirit
ideals especially pertaining to the Christian whom they could summon, but not control?
era, and which may, as it appears to me, In the generation immediately preceding
advantageously furnish such a quarry of ours, it would have been plainly impossible
material for the Christian poet as the grand, to introduce that siipernatziral element
familiar stories belonging to the Heroic Age essential to the"Faust" legend, and yet
of Greece —
the Tale of Troy Divine, of make the hero a modern. Upon this neither
Pelops' Line, the House of Laius, and Goethe ventured, nor Byron in his Faust,
—
Prometheus furnished to successive poets which is Manfred. Even Hamlet is assumed
in Greece. These may be handled (within to pertain to a very remote age, though he
certain limits) according to the idiosyncrasy actually belongs to Elizabethan England.
of the writer and the special requirements But the recent revival of interest among
of his own day, their subject-matter being ourselves in what is termed "occult lore"
essentially human and permanent. To this has rendered such a representation perhaps
order of Christian mythus belong the cycle less shocking and incongruous than it would
of Arthurian romance, Faust, Tannhauser, have seemed formerly. My Satan, however,
and Don Juan. My own object, however, is chiefly, though not entirely, the man's
has been to write a poem dealing with own worse self. And those who are still
conditions and problems which must press, certain that there is nothing in heaven or
in one way or another, upon the most earth undreamed of in their philosophy may
sympathetic, thoughtful, and sensitive among charitably reflect that, after all, the whole
ourselves ; to portray a sorely tried and phantasmagory is intended to pass in a
divided nature, keenly alive to human suffer- dream !
SUMMARY
PROLOGUE
BOOK I.— INNOCENCE
Religion.
— —
The Palace of Art Good Society Respectability Babel, and Wi!l-o'-the-Wisp —
—
—
Ragnarok— Stump Oratory Bewilderment.
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A MODERN FAUST
PROLOGUE Will follow but, alas
; no goal !
By one who went from faith to doubt, Nor hoped oasis beams upon their way.
Through all the evil rabble rout Then, finding refuge in lone Nature,
Of mad disorder, and new lore, He, wearying of her mystic stature.
That saps foundations firm before. Returns where poor Humanity
Many men, and many lands Doth agonise, do evil, die.
He wandered over ; mind expands ;
On icy heights, amid the scorn
The heart by loving learns to love. Of gods and demons, vulture-torn !
And more by losing ; darkly throve Learns at length that not alone
Foreboding also, when the rod Fault of ours hath wrought our moan.
He saw the oppressor wield, who trod Whence cometh evil, who shall say.
On human hearts, the doubt of God. In man, the creature of a day ?
Yet, charging all on man, he goes, The dumb Sphinx-Nature dooms no less
In part for solace, to the shows Than men, though ne'er so pitiless ;
Of world-illusion, by fair sense Turns her thumbs down, votes for death.
Held captive ; when delivered thence, The whole creation travaileth
Suffereth for that offence With conflict, suffering, and care ! . . .
Mirrored vapours roll and break, And air that wakes the passive cold grey
Sullenly involved, unravel, stone
Murmur tempest while they travel. To silent benediction on the grace
Of moving innocence, half bold, half shy,
Apollo with the Python wages Advancing like a sunbeam from the porch
Awful warfare of the ages ! With timid reverence and a laughing eye.
It may be the All draweth breath He glides among the monumental marbles,
From good and evil, life and death. Reposing warriors of his ancient line,
Stone feet upon the lion old time garbles ;
A dream of childly happiness, Their graven story play, war, women, wine,
!
A dream of children's dire distress ; Church, statecraft held, who want not, nor
A vision, fain to reconcile repine.
Powerful oppressions of the vile, He looked athwart dim spaces of the church
And what appears a casual slaughter To where his gathered folk awaiting sat.
By elements of fire or water, With linked looks of encouragement. Per-
With Love and Righteousness, which are chance,
More than earth, or moon, or star, In the fair gardened home at hand made late
Grander than the night and day, By some mishappening light circumstance.
World-foundation old and grey. Dubiously laughing, he resolved to dare
If aught more real lie below, The long way uncompanioned. The child
It is not less than these, we know ; Seemed rather born from the pure atmosphere
May only complemental lie Of all the prayers and praises undefiled
To their sublime eternity. Heart-offered here through centuries ; so clear
His eyes and colour, his rich locks a mist
Of fountained gold ; the sun loves nestling
there
BOOK I.— INNOCENCE
;
Within the bosom of the cahn abode; Taste, habit, ethnic custom, ethnic creed,
The hushed wave of rapt adoration broke ;
Whereby, as by the late-born Lore, a seed
A boy's clear tones peal forth pure faith in Was sown of gradually matured misgiving,
God. If circumscribing faiths exhaust the living
God indeed ?
Spirit of universal
From a more affluent lot in life he comes, Their niggard nourishment may hardly feed
The darling but in many humbler homes
;
The hunger of the human whose wide heart ;
Have I not found a mother, like Madonna, Revolts from putting for the whole the part.
The cherished burthen of her child upon her, From an All-Father, who hath favourites,
Or beautiful, or homely, hollow-eyed. Vainglory, pride, and arbitrary spites.
Pale with privation, toil-worn for her pride, Revengeful jealousy how many bands !
Her joy, the little ones for whom she wears Are loosened while the growing soul e.xpands
Out soul and body, shedding but few tears Some wholesome, dear, familiar wars engage ;
—
Where is the leisure for them? o'er the The upheaved, rent spirit, awful wars to wage !
Bent day and night, how eager to fulfil In holy lands, in homes of ancient faith,
More gay, more fair than all fine folk in Where and serene Egyptian Nile
silent
I joy to know the children's joy as common There kings lie jewelled in the fiery cliff;
As kindness for them amone men and women. Solemn and silent in the chambered echoing
clift".
By palm and temple, over burning sands, Behind lacework of the lattice are
fine
Enjoying dewy evening's hushed calm. Were left to wail, and yearn for him with pain
He whispered with a beautiful lithe maid, Immense, deep, unassuageable, and vain.
Who wore red flowers in her hair's dark braid If ever shadowy difference involved.
The girl had limpid eyes, a mellow tone ;
His young life-shining all the cloud dissolved
Her body girdled with the enchanted zone And now their marriage-bond more binding
Of Venus queen clear orbs came one by one
; grew
Through darkening ether, found them dally- Over a little grave poor grief well knew.
ing on ;
Once more I found him with a blonder fere, Warm heart is cold ;
They feared the child extinguished, and the He may not buy, he knows full well, with
doubt. these
With tears rebellious, all light put out. And yet withhold not your commiseration,
And yet I deem them sent to sorrow's school Ye elder folk, who have yielded to temptation
Only for love-lore wide and plentiful. An impulse urged him, scarce controllable ;
To wrest for wickedness, and bring to nought Unless ye ne'er yourselves have been to
He was a battle-ground for good and evil, blame.
Like him for whom bright Michael with the His father (irony bestowed the name !)
devil Being himself without a single sin.
Contended. Ah! sweet Heaven, a parlous fate! Resolved to let all hell loose, and so win,
And who, save God, may know the final state? Ifmay be, this most evil child of his
From such ineffable debaucheries.
He flogs this feebleness with furious strength
Of a brute's bulk full-fed, until, at length
BOOK III.— DISORDER Run down, it craves recruitment from a drink
Of fire at some street-corner see him sink, ;
After, the youth, to manhood gy-own, related The boy, stripped bare for beating, on the
The stations of a life-experience. bed.
In gtiise of vision ; fact, or parable ; Moaning in anguish but his childhood led !
Momentoiis hours, firm chisel blows whereby Him, like a fairy, to forgetfulness;
A character assumed decisive mould For in the interval of sharp distress,
For good or evil ; he began to tell Diverted he may note a spider dart
His proper story from the point where I Down the fine web it wove with subtle art
Relinqtiish ttow ; the zvhole in guise ofdreufii, To whirl a fly within the silken toil,
Scenes pregnant with a life-compellingp07uer, Where it may leisurely devour the spoil.
Or symbolising steps in a career ; Yea, any other trifle, that can catch
And these the well-remembered luords he spake. The light attention, he may feebly watch,
! ; ; ! ; —
! ''
The outer scene may merciful beguile Their clean flesh, only that they may subserve
From him a tearful, poor, bewildered smile, The orgasm of a flaccid satyr's nerve
Alluring flexile fancy from the rod, While panders whom the hoary goat can pay
Wherewith the '
father '
plays at angry God, Batten upon Christ's little ones for prey
Enacts rehearsals of the '
love ' of Heaven, Ah thought to turn a young man old and
!
Shaking the door, though vainly the dread ; Like maggots in a carcase coiling there ;
Pure, undefiled ;
And all too true !
Nor dreams of it. Her scant frock, faded cotton; while the
The demon woman pair.
Benumbs the man, Whom men name '
father,' '
mother,' at their
While God alloweth fire
The vital air Feed, warmly clothed, unheeding, near, be-
For a human soul, neath her ;
Their child would love them if they would And you may shut them from their light
And spill, or spurn it as a common thing ! They will re-open on the meadow,
The child had one strange friend, a folded rag. And with a sunny laugh
Of which she made a pet for lack of dolls ;
How cheerily will quaff
She communed with it daily, and at night Your newly shining smile
Her wasted cheek lay over it she named ;
In a very little while !
It Tatto, lavished all her heart on that, Ah they will kiss the very hand
!
Because none other wanted her poor heart. That dooms them to a loveless land,
And when the rude, hard undertaker came, Or scars them with a cruel brand.
He laid the cold, unkempt, dishevelled head What a curse that kiss will be
Upon the small soiled fetish of a rag, To guilty souls, awaking in Eternity
Less orphaned in her death than in her life. Yet ever tears of blood we bleed
Surelyhe gave his small cup of cold water! . . .
Above your bitter mortal need !
Ah! God! ah! God! art Thou but a fair I deem that it may be your part
dream To break, and melt the world's hard heart
Of our distracted pity ? couldst not find And when ye know, ye will rejoice ;
For solace of this child, to fill the place In Heaven, will you give your voice
Of these most fearful beings, masquerading For earthly pain, your own free choice?
In guise of man, one common human heart? In the life that follows this,
For she was all ungirt with mystic light, Will you, with your forgiving kiss.
That panoplies the martyred patriot, Pile the saving coals of fire
Or saint fair well-sustaining effluence
; On cruel mother, cruel sire ?
Of the soul's inner hidden Holy of holies ; Little ones, my little ones.
The glory that illumines the lone steep Ah ! when will be the end ?
Of causes championed to the uttermost, We deemed you daughters, deemed you
Irradiating subterranean sons
Dark dungeon, paling the full jewel-blaze. Of more than earthly friend!
And cloth of gold in courts and thrones of We want you and strong,
fair, and hale,
kings. Full of laughter, mirth, and song;
This youth is one dependence, wants our help For when we hear you weep and moan,
As emptiness wants filling of the air. Our Lord is shaken on His throne !
Parents to fail their little one As though ! If later years be dull and sad,
The sun should fail the morning, or the rain Leave, O leave the children glad
Fail wells, and rivers, and the dancing spring Little ones, my little ones,
However all may end,
" How clear the auroral atmosphere Earth may fail, with moons and suns.
Of dewy, childly joy! But never. Love, your friend !
But children close their fans for fear Yqx Jesus was a little child.
At shadow of annoy. And God Himself is meek and mild.
— ! ! ; — ' !! !! ;!
Snaring the hero in her toils for slaughter Breathes no pain here.
Theirs nor thine,
" Then mocking spectral tones assail mine O remain here
ear Low recline
'•
And do you now believe in God, good sir?
^
In Love's illuming
I sobbed, '
Charge all on the free will of man, Woes all wane,
Or on our old ill-builded polity. Of Beauty blooming
Social extremes, our ignorance I ' Mine eyes All are fain
Fell on the father deep in a learned book, O remain here
'On Floating Germs,' by our great physicist; Lo ! Love shining
Fell also on rare coleoptera, After rain
!
My brain that teemed with burningcharacters. And some are flushed like delicate fair flesh
Wiped clean now to brute vacancy — per- Of smooth, soft texture ; delicate love-organs
chance Impetalled hide, depend their fairy forms ;
For respite from the horrors. . . . Ruffled corolla, pitcher, salver, cell.
; ;
Dim haunts of humming-bird, or velvet moth Recalling Daphne, or Byblos, where the Queen
Doves pulsate with white wings, and make Hath cave and fane anear the falling water.
soft sound. And where she wooed, won, tended her
Such was thefloral roof ; flowers overran Adonis,
In lovely ample, mounting pillars,
riot A masque of Beauty shone ;
young Dionysus
Emergent from full bowers of greenery, Heseemed, the leader of the company,
Water and marble, lily, water-lily. Who lolled in a chryselephantine car
Columns of alabaster, and soft stone, Upon a pillow's damson velvet pile
That hath the moon's name, alternating far An undulating form voluptuous.
Innumerable, feebly luminous. All one warm waved and breathing ivory,
A mellow chime dividing the lulled hours Aglow with male and female lovelihood,
Embroiders them with fairy tone fourfold ; The yellow panther fur worn negligent
And we were soothed with ever-raining sound Fondling one shoulder; stealthy-footed these
Of fountains flying in the warm, low light That hale the chariot, one a lithe, large tiger,
Of pendent lamp, wrought silver, gold, and Blackbarred, and fulvous, eyed with furnace-
gem, flame,
Rich with adventure of immortal gods. A tawny lion one, his mane a jungle.
Fair acolyte waved censer, whence the curled The facewas fair and beardless like a maid's,
Perfume-cloud made the languid air one blue. The soft waved hair vine-filleted he held ;
And linen-robed priest on marble altar Aloft with one white arm's rare symmetry
Made offering of fruit to Queen Astarte. A crystal brimmed with blood of grape that
hath
" Behind half-open broidery of bloom Heart like a lucid carbuncle some fallen ;
The eye won often glimpse of an alcove Over his form envermeiled more the rose
In floral bower, ceiled over with dim gold ;
Of ample bosom, and love-moulded flank ;
There velvet pile lay on the floor inlaid The fir-coned thyrsus lying along the
From looms of India, or Ispahan, shoulder,
With lace from Valenciennes, with silk or satin And listless fingered by a delicate hand.
For coverlid they, with the downy pillow,
;
The languid eyes dim-dewy with desire.
Have tint of purple plums, or apricot.
Of waning woods autumnal, "Some foam-fair, and some amber of deep
Salvia, moth-fan, plume of orient bird. tone
And here the storied walls luxuriant The company to rear of him, yet nigh.
Are mellow-limned for lo Pompeianwise,
; ! Fawn-youths and maidens robed in woven
All the young world feigned of a wanton joy wind
Of Eros, lo, Hebe, Ganymede, Of that fine alien fabric, hiding only
And all the poets tell of Aphrodite, As lucid wave hides, or a vernal haze ;
Or her who lulled Ulysses in her isle, But some were rough and red, and rudely
The idle lake, the garden of Armida, hewn.
And more, what grave historian hath told Goat-shagged, satyric; all high-held the vine,
Of Rosamund, Antinous, Cleopatra. (Or quaffed it reeling), and the fir-cone rod ;
Here forms of youthful loveliness recline, The fairer filleted with violet,
Iknow not whether only tinted marble. Anemone, or rose, Adonis-flower,
Or breathing amorous warm flesh and blood. The rude with wine, or ivy syrinx, ; flute.
" Now from a grove of laurel and oleander. Till Dionysus, from his car descending,
Plum, fragrant fig, vine, myrtle, fern, pome- Tipsily leaned on one who may have been
granate. That swart and swollen comrade, old Silenus,
! : — ; : ! ;!
On me mine earlier love of southern summers. The fair wall of earth's Eden, lest returning
Fate-ravished from me . . . now she is Ye take, and eat, and live content with earth.
another's Ye may not quell your proud dissatisfaction,
A mellow, ripe, a peerless womanhood ! Nor feed the hunger of a highborn soul
'
Art thou then yielded to mine arms at With husk of sweet illusion like to these,
length,' Nor shut your heart from any bitter cry,
I breathed, '
my Helen ? Helen unto me, Lapped in a luxury of degradation.
A purer, lovelier Helen, but another's!' . . . Rendering indifferent to alien loss;
Anon, even fearfully athirst for pain.
" She fadeth, ere I hold-her . . . then the And if ye dally a moment, yet beware
form The unholy hell of ever-enduring fire.
Of one I am bound to shield from all dis- That endeth only, if it end, in death.
honour The spell of Circe, and her transformation.
With spell of beauty dominant inflames, Yea, Beauty is a shadow from high Heaven
And paralyses reasonable will. . . . But emblem only, not substantial hold not ;
face lightly
Of wounded Love reproachful on the storm Nor let her hold thee spinning with the
In my
wild-heaving spirit, as the moon, women
Pale, from a cloud, upon a troubled sea : Immured from the free air of stalwart deed,
! !; ! ; — !
From bracing airs of strong, heroic deed. Over hoar brows of the heights;
But use her for thine own high ends, O Ware the swiftly flaming lights !
'
Spirit only talks with spirit '
Whence are plague, fog, famine, fevers,
Converse with the ordered whole, Blighting winds, and "weather harms"?
However alien language blur it. Are sorceries malign the weavers,
May only be of soul with soul. Through inaudible ill charms?
In our image-moulding sense Disease, confusion, haunting sadness,
We order varied influence Lust, delirium, murder, madness.
From the World-Intelligence Cyclone, grim earthquake, accident,
And if Nature feed our frame. In some witch-cauldron brewed and blent ?
She may nourish pride or shame, Now I see the open pit
Holy, or unholy flame ;
Abaddon flameth forth from it
Real forms the maniac sees, Like lurid smoke the fiends are hurled
Whom he cherisheth, or flees ; Abroad now to confound the world
Real souls the sleeper kens Disordered minds
In dreamland's eerie shadowed glens. Howl, shriek, wail in the wailing winds
Pan is not dead ! Pan is not dead !
'
Every star and every planet '
Whence the gentle thought unbidden,
Feed the fire of Destiny ;
Resolve benign, heroic, just.
Or for good, or evil fan it, Lovely image of one hidden.
Here, Hermes, Hecate; Higher cherished, lower chidden,
By ruling bias, and career, Self downtrodden in the dust ?
'
Their bodies are the shows of nature. Lovely will to give and bless
Their spirits far withdrawn from ours ; Maketh form and feature less
We vary in our nomenclature Young-eyed Eros will sustain
For the Demiurgic Powers, His triumph, following in His train ;
To whom high duties are assigned Kings conquered by One more Divine
In our economy of mind, In the courts imperial shine,
As in our mortal order ; they Thralls owing fealty to Him,
Lead souls upon their endless way; Who dying left their glory dim ;
The choral wail, the loud lament, Balder, Gautama, full -fain
Confusion of the gods Idnean, Pay humble tribute while they wane ;
Dying head on cross had bent ? Tilleven the Person of our Lord,
"Great Pan is dead !" In yonder daylight of the Spirit,
— ; ' —
Will fade in the full summer-shine " But, indeed. Church and World overlap,
Of all grown Human, and Divine, interpenetrate. In the world may you find
And every mode of worship fall, the very breath and spirit, essential aroma
Eternal God be all in all of religion, devotion to God and man, though
Pan lives, though dead !
these may be named Ideal,' and Humanity ,' ' '
cloister and decorous close, grey sculptured submit myself to authority. Those venerable
cathedral with antique tower, emblazoned doctrines have become incredible to men and
pane, rolling organ, and impressive ritual women who have tasted modern science and
well indeed for devout and retiring souls modern philosophy. Reason and Conscience
!
Shall I stay here, I thought, and save mine, reject them. We have outgrown the ancient
by mortification, contemplation, repentance, creeds. I can never allow my private judg-
prayer? Much have I to repent of. Heaven ment to be subjugated by priest or book. I
knows And I did cast myself down before must find out for myself what is best adapted
!
an altar on the pavement of that church, to nourish my own soul. The prescribed
bitterly remorseful for past sin hours and milk-diets administered by official ecclesi-
;
hours were spent in prayer, wrestling with astical nurses I find no longer appropriate to
the stifling coils of evil habit, inextricably my adult requirements.
entangled around heart and imagination, like "But here is the more secular college
the serpent around Laocoon, pleading with library I There is here more than divinity,
tears of blood for deliverance. Ah ! how though divinity may help too. Let me stay
often, how often had this been What ! here, and think, and read, till I find out for
mighty levers may be in prayer and praise, myself, if that may be, the riddle of the
and chastened meditation What elevating I world ; or, in any case, what can be more
influences for mankind may linger among delightful and absorbing than the search
these grand monuments of ancestral piety, itself? How exhilarating to climb the heights
art, and religious fervour Shall I fly from ! of speculation alone, and enjoy with rapture
mankind, and turn monk ? But, even here, the ever- widening prospect therefrom dis-
should I cease to burn ? Would Imagination closed ! How
and serene the ether
clear !
the higher, permanent wants and intuitions Peers content upon the ground.
of our common nature. Then may I find Notes the soil, the pebbles round,
also that sohition which I so ardently desire Sets rare beetles in a row ;
culties, suggested by innocent and undeserved Hunt eland, or the wild gazelle.
suffering, which, remaining unsolved, may Drink from palmy limpid well !
Lyric of Thought
Let this fair Capua beguile ;
!'
" I, who drained the bowl of pleasure, Heed neither Rome, nor founts of Nile
Satiate, in learned leisure. So spake Know-nothing : but the
Here, at whatever cost. Church ;
Good? evil? neither? more than either? Sovran gods will only tell
Night What heavenly wisdom deemeth well
Involves him who demands more near, Weak man should know ;
Whistles through the carcase there. You shall be patient, loving, mild,
Which was once a warrior fair ! Become once more a little child.
These corses to achieve the quest Let him who fain would learn lie still,
Burned once now baffled here they
; rest Inquire, and do, the Holy Will.
Yet my companion, more wise, The arrogant, hard, reasoning mind
Bows before dumb destinies, Darkling gropeth, bare and blind !
! ' ' ; — !
Regards the rock-wall and the solid regards disestablishment and disendowment
ground in particular lastly, to certain new-fangled, ;
And yet, as one who tastes the drowsy impracticable, and rather indecorous notions
herb, put forward by some latitudinarian brethren,
That doth imagination's flight perturb, concerning equalisation of clerical incomes,
Craves evermore, so fierce desire to and curtailment of episcopal prerogative.
know "The World in the Church! And ah!
Burns fiercer, and contemns the ver- what profitless turning ever in the same
tigo. . . . closed circle of ideas ! What weariness in
Then the cathedral bell began to toll abstract thought ! and mere pretentious
And whelming waters boomed above my emptiness in books! It's but the stone of
soul. Sisyphus ! I own that my high enterprise
! ; —
has suffered defeat ! Let me seek contact favoured countenance, composed to becom-
with Hfe again ; touching my native earth, I ing melancholy, reclined at ease, inhaling a
may renew my strength ; disillusioned, may perfumed narghileh, pastured upon sentiment,
become even reconciled to the world. In ruminating airy fancies, and spinning his
any case, among men and women only may little cocoon of versicles, wherein to hide
theory be tested and verified. I may hear, himself from the vulgarity and vexation of
too, at hand, what our latest thinkers
first this everyday world. '
Religion, philosophy,
and social reformershave to teach, learn — social questions, and politics are a troubled
yonder what I could not discover in solitude element for art,' sighed this Goetheling, after
— some solution of modern problems, some Goethe. And, accordingly, the poet had
true panacea for the ills that afflict mankind. hung himself up (metaphorically speaking,
"So from that hushed atmosphere of the of course) in the quiet greenwood of a
Past, from those umbrageous elms and recum- deserted London square, inhabiting his little
bent effigies of departed worth, from yonder Paradise of dainty devices ; but whether a
oriel-windowed librarj' of meditative seclu- seasonable change to winged activity would
sion, haunted silently by ardent thoughts ever happen to him, I knew not ; for look
of innumerable minds, thoughts that radiate where, with sinister smile, on the foot-
from the printed page when one takes a pavement below, prowls a too conscientious
volume, brown-bound, fragrant, fading, from friend, and literary rival, seeking whom he
amongst its fellows on the shelves, I found may devour in his next article, smacking his
myself hurried once more to modern city and lips over the prospect of how completely his
—
crowded street. Over the mighty modern pure critical taste will constrain him to de-
river, along whose banks roars Labour, molish his quondam ally's little cocoon, and
myriad - armed, myriad - tongued ; athwart make a hearty meal of the contents ! But
whose vast bridges, traffic-thronged, thun- the pretty chrysalis, for the nonce, remaining
ders the lit whose cloudy breathing is happily unconscious of this malign vicinity,
train,
fitfully illuminate while under their huge could achieve his delicate verbal effects in
;
arches, and betwixt their Titan piers, divid- comparative peace. These were really felici-
ing the massy flood, swift, turbid, gurgling, tous curiosities in their way. And has not
corrugated, throb steamers laden with mer- an indubitable poet justified the grammarian
chandise of all lands, and eager human faces for his life-long solicitude about on, and the
— to the city of wharf, warehouse, dome, enclitic 5e? At one's leisure these things
steeple, superb palace, and modern school, may help to kill time agreeably, and they
slum, hovel, court, alley, and street, loud show dexterity, for me, I look, wonder,
with hubbub of wheels, glad song of children, and pass.
call of itinerant vendor, drunken oath, filthy " Art,' said Schmetterling, talking to an
'
jest, maddened blow, shriek of pain acquaintance, who had now entered, 'has
but to lisp nothings prettily, with a foreign
accent, if only taking care that
possible,
The Palace of Art they be nothings. Let her, above all, be-
"In a wide and well-built thoroughfare ware the pestilent heresy of supposing
of this colossal city I noted how pompous though, as you say, people like /Eschylus,
Sir Capital stalked majestic, save for occa- Sophocles, Shakespeare, Lucretius, Dante,
sional twinges of the gout, or a tight boot Milton, Shelley, Dryden, Wordsworth, may
but away from him I was transported to a —
have supposed that Art has a " mission " !
—
Providentially provided for you
'
long ago, and found they had little to teach to make poems out of,' added the friend)
me that I didn't know already — squeezed '
whether it be the last earthquake, the
them dry — mere empty
pedantry, and plague, the story of a hero, a royal mar-
phrases !
' Here he took a new pose, and riage, or what not.' ('Just as cork-trees
blew a cloud of smoke. Besides,' he '
were made to stop our ginger-beer bottles.')
added, 'the commonplace is alone capable '
Art,' resumed the poet, disdaining to notice
of wearing our precious adornments grace- this, is always more than nature.
'
What
fully. In fact, what we want is a lay figure you have to do is to adorn and polish
to show off the pretty dresses we make for her raw hard-grained rusticity.' 'Dear
it — the less animation the And
better. me said the friend
!
' I always fancied you :
'
then there is nothing new to say! The poets were lifted up by your subject, and
world is very old ; all has been said there ; penetrated by it, carried out of yourselves,
is nothing very remarkable left for us to inevitably, as by a kind of whirlwind, to
talk about now. One is disenchanted lofty regions of artistic creation.' 'Oh,
blase, you know eitmiyi^. Indeed, great that's quite exploded,' replied Schmetterling:
poets never really feel what they affect to 'just the contrary! You must reduce the
feel — though, of course, one must simulate big subject to your level — I mean, of course,
feeling effectively. Now, for instance, I elevate it to your level.' (' Patronise it, in
have written some admired poems about short,' interrupted the other.) 'No, but
the sea. But I simply detest the sea It ours is the imaginative faculty, so much
!
makes me ill even to go from Dover to higher than crude nature.' You must look '
enemies say I have nothing but the gift of telescope, I suppose, rather than use that
the musical gab, and am all phrases. But, to interpret it by,' put in the Philistine.
then, they are Philistines. Who is fool 'Well, then, it seems that the great events
enough to take a poet au grand s^rieux? and tragedies of the world exist only in
But to turn a sentence or period cleverly order to provide you fellows with the oppor-
is surely the highest of human functions. tunity for illustrating the momentous distinc-
Style, sir, style !
— the
one thing needful is tion between Tweedledum and Tweedledee,
style. No matter what you say, so long as trilled and quavered in dulcet numbers, as
you say it nicely. It's rather a pity to have it were, by trained ephebi of ecclesiastical
a big subject. That is apt to be unwieldy. Rome. A great tragic event, a great public
Doesn't it show more "genius" to make or private sorrow, is only so far important
one up for yourself, out of nothing at all (in your eyes) as you may be able to tame or
or very little? However, if you can make train it into a sort of circus horse, to show
a good thing out of any subject, whatever off its paces, and by caracoling display your
it may be, in God's or the Devil's name — — skill and grace in equestrian feats of the
take it A good thing, of course, I mean,
! literary inanige before a gaping circle of
artistically speaking. What ? Oh yes not of more or less
intimates. In itself it is
pudding and praise too will come by my moment than a mere passing whim or sensa-
'
tion of yourself, or of Jones, which may but produced things less ethereal, or, as some
equally be elaborated into pyrotechnics of horrid Philistines unkindly put it, more solid '
sensational and novel linguistic effect. You and nutritious,windy, salacious, and
less
would "peep and botanise upon a mother's indigestible.' But can anything more utterly
grave," nay, make a dead relation pose for provincial and ridiculous than such an atti-
you in becoming attitudes. You leave out tude be conceived ? A true poet must first
the morally beautiful and ugly, the intel- of all be true man or woman. Imagine a
lectually satisfying, the higher proportion Walter Scott with all this deportment and
and loveliness pertaining to spirit, involving affectation of a literary Turveydrop, petit
contrast between good and evil —
that which maitre, or flunkey— Walter Scott, who re-
is highest in man —
-only admitting the spected and made friends of so - called
£csthetically or sensuously pleasing. With ordinary folk ; of politicians, and those
'
'
you, providing only you "rhyme and rattle, engaged in the various professions ; of work-
all is well." Poetrj', according to your men, tradesmen, dairymaids knowing that —
school, would seem to be the voluble, and if they might learn something from him, he,
more or less melodious gabble of a parrot, in his turn, had many things to learn from
superadded to the posture-making and atti- them, and they their indispensable function,
tudinising of a monkey, or the airs and like himself.
graces of a courtesan. But the art has not
been so understood by its great masters —by '
One bore his head above the rest.
Byron, the Brownings, or Tennyson. Well, With measured step, and sorted smile . . .
good-bye.' 'What a Philistine,' muttered Some trod out stealthily and slow.
Schmetterling, as he left. '
Knows as much As if the sun would fall in snow
of poetry and art as my shoe ! If they walked to instead of fro.
" It was said, I hardly know with how And some with conscious ambling free
much truth, that Schmetterling had deserted Did shake their bells right daintily.
the wife whom (having one eye always pretty On hand and foot for harmony.'
wide open on the main chance) he had
married, because, though she was an ex- So sang a great poet, and true woman, by
and de- the grace of God born in the purple, and
cellent, domestic, affectionate soul,
voted mother, doing a great deal of good in crowned, in scorn of all pretenders.
the world, she wasn't a 'genius,' as he and "Then I, leaving this little Art-palace of
his intimates fondly supposed themselves to the verbal epicure, as finding less satisfaction
be — that is, didn't sufficiently appreciate the here than in Church, librarj', or temple of
' precious ' verbal confections which gave pleasure — no help for the solution of problems
some people the idea of a very highly orna- that oppressed me, or consolation for world-
mented wedding-cake, and didn't care for sorrow passed again into the street, noting —
the fetix (Tariifice, or dodges of contorted on the pavement a work of ingenuity, made
diction. At any rate, he gave himself the by a poor mechanic suffering from severe
airs of a coxcomb with, and made himself illness, that interested me almost more even
offensive to, many good, plain, straight- than the felicitous curiosities within — though
forward people, of far more essential and I did admire these, too, in their kind and
solid consequence to mankind than himself, in their degree. Only the manufacturers set
justifying his ignoble and fretful selfishness such an inordinate value on their cobweb
on the implicit, if not avowed plea, that such fabrics, their toys of musical wordmongery.
persons were not in his own private line of This was a small wooden house, in which
linguistic confectionery and whipped syllabub. pith dolls were made to open windows and
— —
walk out of the doors when you dropped a foundation of Kosmic order, unquestionably
proper, and eternally secure. Now, if
penny into a sHt made in the structure fit,
ob-
way again, murmuring to myself with another possible under the circumstances in the
great poet, Divine philosophy is not harsh scurity of the nether
' parts —
nay, should the
of state
and crabbed as dull fools suppose, But human figures supporting the chair
musical as is Apollo's lute.' in which such persons pose prove no carven
effigies in wood and stone, but a sort of living
caryatides, rather— slaves, with the life-long
Good Society contortion of limb and feature, the habitual
"Along an ample-mansioned street there corrugation of brow belonging to want,
approached now a well-appointed carriage anxiety, and pain —
as it were, perpetual
with coachman and livery servant, in which bearers, sweating and agonised, on struggling
were seated four persons of the first fashion shoulders, of emblazoned coffins containing
— a man and woman of mature years, with so much dead weight of obstruction, royal,
two daughters, all fairly well-born, well- noble, or merely fox-facultied and moneyed,
dressed, well-looking, negative people, not — why, such great folk do not often con-
remarkable even for decorous indolence, that descend to look so low and were their
;
being so very common in their class. They attention drawn to the circumstance, they
wore an air of serene satisfaction with them- might show plainly by their head-in-air de-
selves and their belongings, tempered, how- portment that they judged such an allusion
ever, by one of boredom, and relieved now indecorous and underbred in a modern
and again by a look of half-ironical patronage, drawing-room ; yet, should they prove equal
half- assumed unconsciousness, varied by a to making a remark —
which is improbable
more pronounced and vulgarly insolent con- it might be to this effect that Providence
:
tempt in presence of those whom they were having exclusive charge of all the arrange
pleased to regard as their inferiors— persons, ments, to question their propriety must be in
however, who oftenenough might be as singularly bad taste, not to say revolutionary
verily superior to them as they were to the and profane. 'The poor ye have always
excremental dust under the hoofs of their with you,' quoted one of the ladies on some
horses for while their embryos had evidently
; such occasion, listlessly buttoning the fourth
not been arrested at the tadpole stage (through button of her long kid glove.
which, as we are told, all our embryos must "The existing order had the stolid support
inevitably pass) their souls had apparently of these fine folk, partly because their minds
remained iDehind somewhere about there, were too sluggish readily to imagine any
probably finding it too much trouble to go other, partly because the present system was
any further. These repose on the accom- entirely favourable to musty privilege. They
plished fact and established custom as com- were orthodox and conservative in religious
fortably as their bodies on the carriage dogma also, so far as they were capable of
cushions, since in their case the accomplished comprehending it ; indeed, the less they
This species
ihey repose, as though that were the very deficient in private initiative.
—;
of people, to adopt a phrase from the biology night is a little trying to health ; so that
of polyps, has a colonial, rather than an latterly she had preferred the streets. A
individual consciousness — or, like Words- policeman now told her to move on. One
worth's cloud, they '
move all together if of the ladies, however, while proceeding
they move at all.' (That '
colonial ' life is from the carriage door to the shop under the
rather fine in its way, simulating and fore- shelter of the flunkey's big umbrella for it —
shadowing altruism at the opposite, inferior, —
was beginning to rain ordered him to give
and protoplasmic pole of the life cycle.) her a penny, and passed in.
Church and State, however, keep the people
in their place, and it must be well to keep
Respectability — "Getting On"
one's self in good odour with the higher " Next in my dream it came to pass that
Powers by paying them proper deference in all these distinguished persons seemed sud-
the orthodox way —
the only way which, one denly to be assembled together,and to
has always understood, has their special recognise me. They all came up simul-
authorisation and approval must be as
; it taneously — bishop, aesthetic reviewer, elderly
proper for us to touch our hats to them as peer (of juvenile creation) — and, with more
for the lower classes to do it to us. have given them credit
effusion than I should
"The eldest daughter, now competed there and then for the pleasure
seated in this for,
carriage, was about to marry a rich person of entertaining me. This made me regret
—
of dubious reputation with her eyes open the rather cynical point of view from which
the younger was affianced to an old here- I had regarded them, and induced me to
'
with her eyes shut. And I thought to my- done them some injustice, and to reflect that
—
self After all, are these children better off they were probably not bad fellows after all.
than the murdered ones yonder, even than I am not quite sure now whose invitation it
those who are sold by their poor parents to was I accepted but I rather think it was ;
beautiful, with a cough, and torn habiliments and flourishing. As for his bitterness, that
of tawdry finery, murmuring some hoarse was his trade, and he had been a little sour
request. She had once been a needlewoman ;
from the cradle upwards. But he made it
but making .shirts at a penny a shirt is pay, and thanked the Unknowable that he
scarcely remunerative employment, while was not as other men are nor even as —
sitting stitching at them al' day and half the yonder poor dogmatist.' '
390 A MODERN FAUST
" I found myself in a pillared hall of fine work must be done
some dirty there ;
proportions, with wide balustraded staircase, some noise and friction of the
must be
then in a sumptuous dining-room, full of machinery. One must live Early ideals, !
tables, about which waiters hurried, carrying like final causes, and vestal virgins, are
many kinds of food. We dined — an ex- apt to be barren. (Here the dissonant
cellent memi — and soon, in the luxurious, aerial chuckles became particularly harsh
soft-carpeted smoking-room, I and loud.)
reclined in
an arm-chair, sipping coffee, feeling that, "These comfortable, though not too
after all, the actual order of things was not moral and original reflections, were mean-
—
so very unsatisfactory at least for me, who while receiving reinforcement from the dis-
belonged to the privileged classes. course of my host, which, though getting
"What I really want (I avowed to my- rather sleepy, I listened to with some
self in my present mood, and sotto voce) is edification and complacency until, at least, —
to dominate, and know that I dominate I he forgot the expediency, to use a slang
;
want power, homage, and a great name. phrase, of drawing it mild.' I can't re- '
Social position is well, but by cultivation of collect all he said, but amongst many wise
natural gifts I will improve upon the ad- things I recall these He argued that :
vantage given by accident. Why not ? The philanthropy did more harm than good,
old name shall be illustrious ; men shall because of its fanatical unwisdom. He
bow down to me, and for this end I will showed incontrovertibly how much more
adapt myself to their humours, study their mischief than benefit in the long-run well-
predilections, gratify them by supplying meant remedies for popular grievances had
what they happen to demand, trim my sails invariably produced, since nature has so
to the breath of popular applause, flattering framed us that we must necessarily love our-
the taste of the hour, powerful advocate selves and hate our neighbour. Philan-
of fashionable beliefs, or the shibboleths of thropists are merely meddling Pharisees,
some influential party. Much is to be said who set up to be better than their neigh-
on every side, and I shall be half per- bours, and want to curtail individual liberty
suaded myself. My own ruling impulse —
an Englishman's house being his castle,
shall be ridden with a curb I will renounce, &c.
; Are you going to pull down firmly-
so far as may be, favourite studies, cherished rooted abuses in a moment ? No, nor in a
ideals, if these are not likely to bring me lifetime They are tough, and take a deal
!
speedy profit, praise, and an honoured name, of chopping. Don't fuss What's the !
being altogether outside the trend, sympathy, use ? Besides, they are but symptoms of an
and comprehension of the common herd, ineradicable disease subdue them, and they ;
cultivated or otherwise. Those wide gaping will break out elsewhere, in some other
mouths of the many heads (which are mostly shape. So my friend Worldlywiseman ob-
mouth) shall be supplied with the suitable served, repressing a yawn, letting fall, at
pabulum. (What they may like or want at the same time, the long ash from his cigar,
a given moment, indeed, may be almost as and ruminating his superfine article for
incalculable as thewhims of a gust, that next Saturday. In this style he now
blows now one straw, and now another proceeded to expound the dismal science,' '
about the street!) Nor will I cherish my which may also, from another aspect of
inmost private conviction, misgiving, or it, be named the comfortable creed,' till
'
then, too, Iwas a Bohemian by nature, and "Alas! I know too well that I shall be
that had a good deal to do with it Plead- ! set down as a '
anent these same
lunatic '
to sleep. All through this conversation I " A conversation going on in another part
had heard the low aerial voices chuckling. of theroom had reference to kindred topics.
Quite as distinctly I heard them now as Somebody was remarking how completely
ever I had done in East-end slum, murderous exploded for good and all is that old super-
country grange, or episcopal library ; then stitionabout the inspiration of the Bible, or
one whispered very audibly, as though to other sacred writings. He was demonstrat-
parody the really sensible remarks of my ing (by help of the marvellous illumination
entertainer, Am I my brother's keeper ?
'
'
of modern science) how this kind of thing
"Was I a madman, or a 'medium,' a — namely, Bible- writing and miracles is —
sort of magician, like my prototype, Dr. '
done it's partly honest delusion of silly
' :
Faustus, who in the Middle Ages sold his people, and partly pious fraud, clever con-
soul to the devil for the sake of power, en- juring which has managed to impose itself
joyment, and occult, '
God-forbidden ' lore on gaping ignorance, or barbaric simplicity,
knowledge of what the spirit in man so as supernatural. For we now so perfectly
ineradicably, if profanely, aspires to know ? comprehend all the laws of nature, and know
Certainly, I seemed to hold intercourse with so certainly that all must happen through one
spirits,good and bad, who spoke to me and or other of the laws with which we are
influenced me for good and evil. But then already familiar And perhaps wisdom will
!
the majority of scientists have pronounced die with us. For do not there seem (if that
that mediums are frauds and conjurers,
' '
indeed be possible in so enlightened an age!)
when they are not victims of hallucination. to be some ugly symptoms of a recrudescence
And scientists surely must have exhausted of superstition in the shape of table-turning
all the evidence obtainable, both by personal and spiritism ? But ours, alas may be only !
paid sufficient attention to such things, since dark ages, that have only just ceased for our
not a few very eminent men of science have poor humanity, and may yet recommence !
pronounced the phenomena to be genuine ? why, there was that poor old Pagan fool,
But far indeed be it from me to assert them Socrates almost as bad as a Christian — !
newspapers devote columns now and again chatter about 'the Good,' 'the Beautiful,"
to laughing at them ? And the infallibility the True,' and the immortality of the soul
'
of newspapers, who would be presumptuous The mere mention in his hearing of the
enough to question, even if one disbelieved Demon,' and the 'Voices,' would have been
'
in the Pope's? Why, they would review enough to show our great Dr. what M
you unfavourably, or not at all One would was the matter with kim. how seriously the
! —
not even dare to whisper, E pur se muove !' cortical tracts the grey matter, or the white
'
—
— if it was a question of tables. (these are the only true '
white spirits and
' ; —
swallow that poison! But ah! great Dr. quam tui meminisse And it must be ad-
!
'
favoured times (that ' they without us should indeed, it was only some strangely inex-
not be made perfect,' I suppose) for this — plicable thought-dominating spell, cast upon
illuminated age of universal and exhaustive mankind everywhere and always by a crafty
—
knowledge (tempered, indeed, it occurred (though rather dull and stupid) priesthood,
to me, by simultaneous professions of general who, in their own interests, got them to
ignorance, and supreme despair !). Seers, believe those obvious fables about God,
prophets, and reformers, forsooth At last ! human personality, and an after-life for re-
we have found out what to do with them! tribution or compensation, equitable conclu-
Send them to some celebrated mad-doctor sion, and explication of the inequalities in
on no account stone, or burn them That's ! earthly lots. Absurd and immoral ideas,
but a crude way of hurting, and getting rid which, left to their own unsophisticated
of them, with their disagreeable ways. It reason and conscience, men would so un-
isn't their 'cussedness,' as the world once hesitatingly have rejected Strange, almost!
supposed ; it's only their hippocampus a little miraculous influence of a by no means excep-
out of order! Put them in a strait-waistcoat, tionally gifted, but very average class of
and take no more notice Let the wind persons all over the world
! But the present
'
!
!
blow where it listeth For we have found life has lately been discovered to be so
'
out that it is only wind therefore let us eminently satisfactory to all concerned
be joyful!
— 'the spirit
;
!
him up as a lunatic be the more agreeable sible, the result and outcome of this forcible
'
cr}' to hear, we may leave to the prophet and eminently righteous distribution will not
' ! —
be the same inequality to-morrow morning? tion, branching and burgeoning out of the
But, of course, we must grease our new old primal root of Divine and Human
social machine with a little human fat, so as Veneration, out of the ancient order, until
to make it move more easily, painting it there rise, in the course of ages, as to a
gaily also with a little gore. We shall have hidden music, nobly proportioned, the City
to slit a few gullets. But blood-letting in of God
the civil organism is a healthy process of " Thus spake one
dissenting from the glib
depletion, which you can notoriously arrest and though plausible, panaceas so
sinister,
just at the precise amount and period your airily propounded, and continued
own judicious and humane fancy may happen "Alas! though men inherit the vices, how
to suggest. It's as simple as putting warm seldom do they profit by the experience of
water into a bath you have only to turn
; their forefathers One would think, to hear
!
your private tap, and the red stream ceases some talk, that we were all back early in the
flowing. The temperature of social strife, last centur}', in full Floreal, offering votive
moreover, for all the world like that of a flowers of our fraternity upon the ancient
warm bath, can so easily be regulated by and fervently embracing one another,
altars,
your own little thermometer. Past experi- when Hope was yet young, and the weary
ence proves it, blood feuds and wars of peoples were turning eager eyes toward that
revenge being unheard of in Europe, or daydawn of Liberty, so soon, alas to be !
tooth' is doubtless an exploded principle, that the frowning Bastilles of hoar Tyranny
only known to the ancient Jews. Those had but now fallen amid the glad triumphant
age-long degradations of insolent contumely, pasans of emancipated Humanity ere Re- —
repression, neglect, and inhuman persecu- volution, agape for more victims, like any
tion that characterised feudal Europe were Tiberius, or Commodus, like any De Sade,
doubtless as little responsible for the frenzied De Retz, or Catherine de Medici of the
—
orgy of cruel and general murder that marked old regime after spawning Marat, Hebert,
the first French Revolution, as were the Fouquier-Tinville, and the Seagreen In- '
massacre of priests and hostages and the corruptible,' born with hands clutching one
burning of their own fair city by the Paris another's throats, mad with mutual hatred,
Commune for those retaliatory excesses of suspicion, and envy -had devoured her own —
the White Terror. Nay, but the ineffable evil brood, and organised civil society, re-
horde of barbarous roughs, tricoteuses, and verting to primal chaos, the ever-unfortunate
petroleuses, which our so-called civilisation
'
People, hoodwinked as usual, betrayed by
considerately nurses in the Pandemonium of knaves and fools, uncrowned and undecorated
her huge cities, and disembogues on festive this time, starved again as heretofore until —
or anti-festive occasions, are precisely what the inevitable Despot arose to stamp with
our ever - enduring criminal and callous mailed heel upon the Plydra, chaos-clamour-
stupidity has carefully contrived and pro- ing, blood-gorged. No bloodshed, revolu" !
vided for world-confusion. And will they tion, and violent overturning are but a poor
—
not destroy us, as those outer barbarians remedy save in countries where no consti-
destroyed Rome? tutional, no public cry can make itself heard
—
"Ah! no slowly and tentatively, found- in the general night, but all is stifled by the
ing themselves on experience, patiently, with moral murderer. Yet blandly or sullenly do
mutual sympathy, justice, kindness, let our sanguinary fanatics, cynical, self-seeking,
fresh-leafing institutionsgrow in the free untaught and unteachable, propose to us, of
illuminated air of wise and virtuous convic- the later Nineteenth Century, the same old
— '
moaning there, a confused dim heap in the no longer feel offended by his superiority.
horrible darkness? never seen the drunken Those aboriginal gorillas, when the first
the benefit of the hands ; let the former natural and needed, incapable of reverence
perish of atrophy, that may be the latter for what is above, exalting into an idol
well nourished. an old-fashioned notion
It is Custom, which is the dense folly, the base
that the head is wanted to cater for the and stunted unloveliness of each one multi-
hands. This was concisely put by a sans- plied into that of all his neighbours. None
culotte Caliban at a public meeting recently, of us have any superiors ; that notion is a
when he howled, After all, Shakespeare ' relic of servility and dependence. The way
was a b y blood-sucker, for he never to succeed in a given undertaking is to
citizen from yonder plain the direct and the golden mean, which is a fixed quantity,
easiest way up
to the summit, at all hazards the exact area of which any common measur-
let the free and enlightened cockney insist ing tape is, of course, competent to deter-
that his guide shall go behind, or abreast, mine. You only need add to this virtue
and on no account in front of him Oh I of external prosperity a little blue pill, or
that will be joyful, when all is marsh and a liver pad, in case of internal derange-
croaking frog, when the mountain shall be ment, and then the human subject will be
level with the morass, and there shall be no '
thoroughly furnished unto all good works.'
eagle to soar over it, or invite to aspire '
How hardly shall the rich man,' was a slip
heavenward What a sweet place the world
! of the tongue congratulation, rather, having
;
would be if we could only rid ourselves of been intended. Only that the wrong people
Miranda and Ferdinand by a process of are rich now and fairly may they be de-
;
throat-cutting, and so prevent any further nounced. Let riches change hands, and all
propagation of their insolent superiority, for will be right for ever. Or are there no bad
then should we be left free to populate it and unhappy rich men ? I thought there
ad libitum with Caliban and Sycorax, made were, and that this was what the row was
in our own ugly image. Then what com- all about.
fortable sprawling and wallowing in muck- "Yet when another speaker alluded to
heaps, well beloved with no remonstrance,
! the main social problem at present being a
or reprehension more from any possible right distribution of our great wealth among
censor Then would the world revert to
! the people at large, he spoke wisely. Think
that halcyon epoch, unfortunately left so far of the shame and horror of workhouse, or
behind, when those dear dragons of the '
starvation, as only alternative goals possible
prime, tare one another in their slime. on our present economical system to a long
("The running comment on suchlike career of honest toil : think of the terrific
astounding proposals for ameliorating the chasms that sever classes, the unequal pro-
lot of man, by suppression of all his aspira- portion of wage, or profit paid to manual
tions after a veritable amelioration even — labour. A minimiini of material property
now, I should have imagined, too rare for and well-being is the Poii sto and fulcrum
worship and slavish prostration before wealth, parchments, and driven home by vigilance
as an idol —
nor, indeed, before any other committees, or prying inspectors? Individu-
social, racial, or mental distinction though ; ality, within social limits broad and tolerant,
honour be due to it, if a real one. Refine- needs nurture and protection ; yet to do
ment, race, talent, beauty, are worthy of all work of public benefit more effectually,
honour ; but so, also, are goodness, and doubtless the State may profitably and
honest work. Thus said the speaker, and equitably intervene —also to nurture and
one assented with all the heart. Let men protect the weak.
or women (he continued) seek for congenial
occupation, if that can be found ; but,above
all, let them respect themselves, and claim " But, indeed, we are to begin de novo,
respect from others as honourable producers reverse the growth of heredity and evolution,
for the family and the community, whatever make a tabula rasa of the past by act of
their function, not feverishly aspire to change parliament, jump off our own shadows, re-
their sphere for one more conventionally, trospectively quash and cancel the mother's
but not more veritably, estimable, in hope milk that nourished us, post up at the town
to win a false and hollow consideration from hall a bye-law for the abolition of the air
fools, a cordial welcome into the charmed we breathe, and let a vestry quorum vote
circle of inane automata, all varnish and all the elimination of all the blood from our
veneer. bodies, as tainted ancestrally, open to grave
" He talked admirable sense about the suspicion of political obscurantism, as de-
expediency of co-operative production, and riving from a feudal origin. Or no let's — —
the obligation on all, as members of a com- have a plebiscite! That, as a 'cute popular
munity, to contribute their share of labour journal assured us lately, is sure to be in-
for the common good. Socialism, while fallible Obviously! For was it not a —
exaggerated and short-sighted, points out plebiscite which chose Barabbas, and rejected
the direction of our future progress, though Christ in politics, embraced the second ;
not precisely the right road. There is, in- French empire in literature,
; preferred
deed, a minimum of material well-being, Waller and Cowley to Milton Samuel ;
without which no spiritual life, as a rule, is Rogers, and Tom Moore (true, yet inferior
possible. Give me neither poverty nor
'
poets) to Landor, Shelley, Keats, Words-
riches.' But different kinds of work are worth, and Coleridge ? Therefore, sirs, let
needed, and a leisured class seems also us have your voices '
'
needed to secure that fit and right variety "Meanwhile, one would suppose that
while no complete development, or abso- (whatever may be
store for them ofin
lutely equal partition of this world's goods is and above that spirit
earthly prosperity, over
possible for all, here and now nor, were ; of greed, envy, class-hatred, and blood-
it possible, would it be very desirable. thirstiness, inculcated by their prophets as
— —
Ages burgeons ever, and ripens in fruit and where do we obtain it? So I heard an —
flower — in fruit and flower of suns and interlocutor say. Well, at all events (he pro-
satellites, with their teeming infinitude of ceeded), do not let these sulky dyspeptics of
mutually-involved, and included conscious the school of Schopenhauer pose as martyrs
lives? But the eternal almshouse they and heroes, sublime in self-abnegation That !
would retire to, with idleness for everlasting is a little too much. It's all their modesty
dole, is Annihilation. No, we won't play who are they that they should live again?
'
any more !
—
the nature of things in general Wollt ihr immer leben ? as Mr. Carlyle's
' '
has disgusted us too thoroughly.' Surely hero said to his food for powder.' Of what '
this is but a spurious altruism, that overleaps further use can they presume to be? Well,
itself, and falls on the other side So nobly if they feel themselves played out, and sur-
1
oblivious of self are they, so absorbed in feited with success or notoriety, perhaps the
active and contemplative sympathy with the universe may graciously dispense with their
universe, that they become perfectly con- future services, and send them about their
tented such disinterested sympathy should business into that oblivious and oblivioned
cease, relapsing into everlasting indifference, nonentity, which they modestly judge most
after an hour Is not that a lop-sided, suitable to their humble requirements ; and,
!
topsy-turvy altruism, that does not really after all, who should know better than
know what it wants, or why, but proceeds themselves about that ? Possibly wind-bags,
to contradict, devour, and defeat itself? after pricking, are with difficulty blown out
And do they show unselfishness quite up again. Iadmit that if I were freely mentioned
to such high standard in their present lives? by my and quoted in the cheap press,
friends,
Self-sacrifice, self-absorption, if you please ! little would remain to me but to sing the
— but that is possible only on condition that Nunc Diinittis, and shut up for ever after.
there remain, though implicit, a self to be Of this, alas ! I have no experience ; but it
' — !
— posterity notoriously holding itself bound able,' in whose charge he finds himself, it is
to confirm all the transitory whims of its evident that when this interferes, its influ-
forefathers, however self-contradictory ! And
upon words may be permitted) ence (if a play
an immortality in human gabble, so long as must prove quite dexterously sinister and ;
a language lasts, and no Caliph Omar burns the person will find himself most unmercifully
—
a library what an honour Ah, me how hoaxed, and hocussed merely by the malign
! !
many fine things destined for immortality interior arrangements of his own nature and
have long since rotted upon the dust-heap, constitution. For the brain is discovered to
been diverted from their high destiny to glut be a material mill, ingeniously adapted for
the maw of Oblivion. C'est Boulanger qu'il '
grinding grist that has never been brought
nous faut And some one else to-morrow
!
' to it— cornflour out of stones consciousness, —
— Napoleon yesterday. Proud Sesostris, namely, out of the Unconscious reason, —
indeed, before whom the world trembled, love, moral judgment, and sensibility out of
grand and awful even in death, sealed for '
oxygen, nitrogen, and carbon, arranged in
ever in his royal pyramid, to-day is fingered,
' the form of albumen. All the secret lies in
and his identity disputed, by black -coated the arrangement. Shuffle the elements well
professors of alien race —a race then all And then, hocus pocus The conjurer's hat !
undreamed in the womb of a far future isnothing to it. Walk up, walk up, ladies
'
at Boulaq, or British Museum ; next he may and gentlemen See Christmas Day put into
!
furnish an object-lesson for one of our Board- my hat! and Westminster Bridge emerge!'
schools, to illustrate the ancient art of em- That makes all so simple, doesn't it ! Now,
balming mummies And, ah how many ! ! the sinistra department of this
- cerebral
'
immortal bards of ancient Egypt are very
' potent automatic god-and-man manufactory
dead indeed or let somebody now call over
; is capable of turning out a much more
but their names? 'Unknown, and unknow- decent and reliable article in the way of
able !
gods and men than the ^/^jr/r^-cerebral.
" Inspiration of bibles, and revelations, "'Who, then, or what constructed this
forsooth (I heard one of the clever men in patent god-and-man manufactory itself, if it
this group say) We are rather too wide-
! is the origin of ourselves, and of all we
awake for that now. Why, we can give you know?' ventured to put in here. But I
I
an infallible receipt for writing bibles — tell got as little of a satisfactory answer as Alice
— !
got from the Mad Hatter. suppose that he hears a message of tran-
Indeed, that tea-
party she went to appeared to me very
scendent import from some angel, or, per-
similar, on the whole, to this club-gathering haps, even from god himself (it is better to
of 'men of light and leading.' However, / write this name with a small g, and so dis-
seemed to be a sort of inaudible and invisible courage superstition), which he is commis-
ghost to these good people, who apparently sioned to deliver to the world. Then at
were unaware that any one out of their own once D, the word -writing centre, is, by
circle had spoken. This, indeed, was a means of a diabolically ingenious piece of
dream, and queer things happen in dreams. mechanism (verily, a sort of physiological
But has not many a waking poet experienced infernal machine!), set to work — and writes
the same feeling before? I am informed the message down — becomes, in fact, the
that it is rather like trying to breathe in an property and servant for the time being of
exhausted receiver, or fly easily about in a this concealed conspirator just as if foreigners
;
vacuum. I felt sorry I spoke, though some- in the guise of natives should possess them-
thing, I suppose, will make me speak again. selves of a telegraph office, and send false
People, it is have a way of not hearing news to the national government. So do
true,
disagreeable or puzzling questions. Perhaps bibles, and illusory revelations get themselves
they don't always understand them. scribbled off by the yard, to the profit of
" The de.\-(ro-ceTehra.\ department (he pro- priests, and such-like blood-sucking leeches
ceeded gravely, and with conviction) is, of the community It is too shameful !
indeed, responsible for all this fatuous mis- " But in the present day we are without
chief of bible-making, ecclesiastical authority, excuse if we remain ignorant of these things.
superstition, and so on. Nay, it actually Are we masters in Israel, and know them
has the impudence to set up for a second not ? For all that is needed is some ele-
(though unconscious) individuahty inside our mentary information about physiology, which,
own, simulating some foreign intelligence with our Board-schools and cheap primers,
and character apart from and opposed to is easily attainable. Fancy these messages
ours— while actually part and parcel of our- claiming to be Heaven-descended, while as
selves all the time Thus are we all born a matter of fact descending from no higher
!
with a treacherous imp established in the very or sublimer source than the disordered right
citadel of our own personality. And, worse hemisphere of a fool's skull, setting up for
luck !we cannot turn him out a parasite — itself, ventriloquising and masquerading for
nourished upon our own life-juices! Well, its own amusement ! It may be rather odd
see now how reprehensible is the conduct of that thought should rise so much higher
thismasquerading, secondary self, pretend- than its own level ; but that old law about
ing toV)e some one else —
this ill-conditioned levels applied only to water, and, moreover,
Puck of a right hemisphere, whom we have being so old, it is very probably repealed by
called A ! What does it now do ? Why, it this time ; or if not, why, it ought to be I
proceeds to play upon B, the word-hearing, And this is the kind of thing that was for so
and C, the image-seeing nervous centres long, and so universally, supposed to be
without any provocation whatsoever, or in- given by Divine inspiration, as also to be
junction from outside, from any real object '
profitable for reproof, for correction, and
but just out of sheer native love of mischief, for instruction in righteousness !
' To think
and disposition to practical joking, however that a little ordinary cram on the part of
tremendous the consequences upon its un- any elementary examination-coach of the
fortunate conscious companion, condemned present day would have sufficed to set right
to live with it in the same skull. For this these stupendous mistakes of old wiseacres
of course makes the man to whom it happens imagined to be prophets of the human race,
— — '
but by the highest intellects, the most tran- mand satisfaction as much as sense and
scendently virtuous and heroic natures, understanding,' did you say? 'and are — —
resting, all of them, small and great, weak as much entitled to receive it. That cannot
and powerful, on those same fictitious be true, which flouts and insults them.' Nay,
promises, and hollow consolations, which you rave What are these ? Can you see !
while they proved mighty to the pulling or touch them ? Are they something good
—
down of strongholds endowed men, women, to eat? Do they bring power, comfort,
and children also with patient strength to consideration? Sense, and the pigeon-holing
bear and conquer fate, confront with serene faculty called understanding are the only
resolve extremest rigour of suffering, un- and legitimate organs of knowledge.
possible
intermittent blows of hard misfortune, wel- At any rate, they have our authorised and
come the last enemy with a smile of official imprimatur, while your spiritual
— yet all had for sole origin some diseased our index expiirgatorius.
pulp within the cranium, aided by the cal- "This discussion was going on not far off,
But what was that familiar spirit to these so gospel That has been overlaid, too well
'
potent and perverse dejciro-cerehial centres I know, with man's perversity, misunder-
we all keep shut in our own skulls? But, standing, and corruption but at least there ;
then, has not the old poet shrewdly noted is a kernel of nourishing food there, a gleam
from what insignificant causes greatest events from thence upon the outer darkness here, ;
are wont to spring? 'This is the victory none at all, only confusion worse confounded,
that overcometh the world, even your faith.' a fatuous, self-complacent rejection
of all
Ah! how much better, then, to be overcome reason and all hope. Were Ezekiel, John
by the world, and trampled under its iron of Patmos, and all the old seers, then, born
feet, or go down in some fierce strife, en- naturals? And Milton? And he who saw
deavouring with unprofitable fury, born of the visions of hell, heaven, and purgatory,
envy and unreason, to wrest from it that singing, '
In la sua voluntade e nostra pace ' ?
uniform success, that external prosperity, And a Greater than these, who imagined that
which eternal laws deny, which would be lie came from God, and went to God, His
so disappointing when obtained, and which, inmost spirit remaining in heaven even while
passionately sought, only fires with inex- Me was upon earth, revealing God to men?
! — ;
Oh ! the great assurance of the little blind sensibility, to say nothing of conscience and
guides, glorying in their blindness, who dare affection, when the very notion of a brain
fancy it itself involves a pre -formed, pre-existing
"Yet to none do I yield in admiration for, thought and sensibility, to make this very
and gratitude to Science herself, that latest brain conceivable at all ? Brain and body
and best teller of fairy-tales, when she dis- are notions of some thinker, implying the
covers new uses, wonders, and beauties in conscious unity, and implicit self-identifica-
the outer world of nature, as in our own tion of that thinker in memory, as also his
bodies only let her stick to her own last,
; comparing, distinguishing faculty.' ' I con-
nor intrude into regions too high for her, fess I thought the idealist had the best of
with her pseudo-explanations, and arrogant it here. The Professor, however, in reply,
denials, questioning the competency of her made his little joke. He said, Don't be '
elder sisters, Theology, and Metaphysique, too hard on brains leave that to the clergy ;
in those provinces, which were native to they are interested in depreciating brains,
them of old before she was born. For,' said and so may stand excused
' Besides, what !
the idealist, addressing Professor Bathybius, you say is mysticisin. It means nothing
'
if the cerebral process, even with the inter- at least, it's too deep for me. I don t
vention of an object admittedly external to understand you.' And the popular press
the individual perceiver (whether real or ideal agreed with him. Yet to grin through a
is not now the question), cannot at all explain horse-collar at an argument, or intellectual
the normal perception of colour, form, solidity, position is, perhaps, not quite the same as
and so on, or the veriest elementary sensation to turn, or carry it by storm. But Folly,
—which is the fact —how is it going to explain like Wisdom, is justified of her children.
that more uncommon intuition of a super- So long as an intelligent public demands
sensible sphere, and the sublime relations buffoons, literary, or otherwise, it will get
appertaining thereto, without the intervention them. The majority can laugh loudest, and
of any corresponding super-sensible object ? their hilarity is contagious. If when a certain
If all be subjective hallucination in the last Prophet said those disagreeable things about
case, why not also in the former ? which yet a woman taken in adultery, some professional
common sense pronounces an absurd con- joker among the conventionally pious Jews
clusion. For then there could be no inter- had but thought of making a joke about His
course of man with man, no justification for coat not being brushed, or His hair being
the belief that any person exists other than unkempt, the multitude of hollow - holy
one's own particular self Nor is it any people, indulging in a guffaw, would have
answer to appeal to a common consent gone away better pleased with themselves,
present in one case, but absent in the other, and in a better humour with everybody
because, first, the objectivity of other persons else.
has to be assumed before any argument can "But, stunned and bewildered between
be founded upon their consent and, secondly, ; all these clever, if pretentious jabberings,
the conditions of normal perception are pro- characteristic of this age of confused and
bably alike for ordinary perceivers, whereas contradictory voices, I rushed out into the
they are evidently different for the extra-
ordinary, which would quite sufficiently
' I think he added that, unless you postulate
account for the latter's perception and com- a one and self-identical ego, or spirit, behind
prehension being different also, without experience, no rational, connected experience
supposing illusion in one case, and not in is possible at best you could only have dis-
;
the other. Above all, how can the brain jointed, indistinguishable blurs of feeling, even
be the source, and cause of thought and if so much as that.
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Magnificent grey temples ever-enduring, Sinuous wine from tumbled goblet dyes the
Eternal 'mid the mazy moil of mortals, palace
Holding far-withdrawn communion with And the men want not the women any
stars, longer
In the refluence of the human generations Flimsy booths of the gay fair are all awry ;
Ebbing, flowing, round their high abiding No resounding more of brazen vaunting
calm, accents
When the worshippers confidingly sought From the humorous showman showing off
sanctuary, the monster ;
Threw themselves with wild appeal before The man of motley runneth swiftly flying. . . .
the gods,
Sudden yawning with grey walls to swallow all, " Lo ! the guillotine is reared ! the tocsin
Bowed, and fell upon them threatens !
Ye are withered, looking old, and wan and All an infinite flood of night, with ne'er a
weary. refi.ige,
While your pale priest mutters palsied by the A roaring, ravening flood, with ne'er an
altar. ark.
Your altar hurled asunder with contumely. Nor a dove with leaf of olive !
And a roll of smothered wrath from under- Sick abortions of the maddened brain
ground ! colliding
Your wild worshippers entreat you at your Grapple one another in the gloom.
shrine ;
Going under, with the drifting wrecks of
But in burning, lurid gloom of dying day, empire,
Lo ye reeling fall upon them
! !
Orders, faiths, and commonv/ealths that
shock together.
"Bells clangjingling-jangling in the steeples, Mutually destroying, as the armed men
Drunken steeples, flickering like fire. Sprung from dragon's teeth of old. . . .
and that I was making my way to Hyde bloodshed, and plunder, men and women in
Park. As I went, I found some refreshment rags, gaunt and famished, or idle, brutal,
for my soul ; for a ruddy-faced, clear-eyed and malignant another was giving stones
;
little boy in a blouse, who belonged to the (or plaster) for bread in the form of atheistic
upper classes, was acting a 'puff-puff,' materialism, of the same quality as that of
blowing, putting one little fist before him which I had been tasting a sample at the
for buffers,and twisting the other for wheels, club ; only rather more highly spiced with
running on before bis nurse, and stamping blasphemy and obscenity, to suit a rougher
his little feet. Then, again, a poor ragged palate indeed, a policeman standing by
;
urchin, with brown legs and arms, was thought of running him in for it. Of course
turning a Catherine-wheel for a copper or he had not thought of running in Mr. Cultus,
two, while another stood, broom in hand, the highly accomplished president of our
whining, ' Copper, sweep, please, sir
!
literary academy —
first, because neither he
Then there was a Punch and Judy show, nor the magistrate could have understood
before which lot of little children were
a that gentleman's refined irony, even if they
gaping and open-mouthed admira-
in silent had ever heard of him, or of his books and, ;
tion. They would reproduce the drama in secondly, because so rude a procedure might
their games, nose-voiced Punch and all, have seemed inapposite, and scarcely lucid ;
when they got home. for Mr. Cultus didn't brutally slay our gods
"On the pretty Serpentine swans and with a bludgeon before the populace, but,
ducks were floating prattling, delighted
;
with an esoteric smile, before a select circle
toddlers feeding them with crumbs. Boys assembled in an inner chamber, delicately
were sailing toy ships, boats rowing up and opened a vein protesting the while that he
;
destroy. One to whom I listened flattered the accursed brood of kings, priests, and
the new king. Demos, quite as grossly as nobles, should be extirpated, not one be left
any courtier ever flattered a more old- to beget or bring forth young vipers ; loathly
fashioned monarch, and with about as much and obscene ecclesiastical bats should be
sincerity. The many-headed sovereign, more- hunted from comfortable clefts of darkness
over, appeared fully as gullible as the ruler in obsolete old temples. And their works,
with one head only^perhaps more. But too, shall perish with them ! All monu-
the numerous heads of a hydra are less easy ments of ancient historical piles, with
art,
to get rid of by lopping than the single one their archives, all palaces and churches, shall
of a higher animal (the amiable Commodus be burned, or razed to earth, and the site
!
rancour and bad blood, while making unjust mummers Such is the monarch of many
!
and exaggerated accusations, even commit- heads, with a minimum of brains in them.
ting the sin against the Holy Ghost by His cunning courtiers, his bear-leaders,
calumniating that gentle and ardent spirit of moreover, have invented a moral basin of
charity, which prompts nowadays many an water for him, in the which, like Pilate, he
honest effort to further alien good. Indeed, may wash his dirty hands, and after that
he seemed a sort of man-eating tiger trans- lustration account himself even praise,
migrated into human shape, and the fiends rather than blame, worthy ! For they have
chuckled audibly when he had spoken. But discovered, and assured him that the thrones,
doubtless he was well paid, and looked honours, and better clothing of more for-
comfortable enough in his black coat. tunate men have themselves been filched
"Now an Italian organ -boy with a from the people, wrung out of the bloody
monkey came near to listen. Suddenly the sweat of their enslavement, and ill-requited
monkey upon the shoulders of the
leapt toil !In that plea, moreover, one must
demagogue, and chattered there, mimicking admit some justification. Herein may be
the man's vehement gesticulations. It was revealed to us, indeed, that mysterious, in-
all up ! The mobile crowd burst into guf- corruptible, inevitable Nemesis of the gods,
faws of inextinguishable laughter, and after so sure, however silent and slow-footed
indulging in chaff and horseplay at the But the instruments of Heaven's vengeance
tribune's expense, melted away to witness The Son of
are not necessarily guiltless. '
the nimbler and more exciting acrobatic man was written of Him.'
goeth, as it
antics of a rival mountebank hard by. But Yet woe to that man, by whom the Son
'
the lover of humanity in a fury, descending of man is betrayed.' For because A robbed
from his elevated position, and having with B, it does by no means evidently follow
difficulty got rid of the monkey, cuffed the that G may innocently rob F, and that no
little organ-boy unmercifully, as a practical injustice is done to the latter. Otherwise,
illustration of that justice and mercy, the what human contract soever, what title to
want of which, in a fine frenzy of virtue, he property, or civilising security for tranquil
had even now so eloquently denounced in a possession, and peaceable living could be
selfish priesthood, and a bloated aristocracy. proved or regarded as valid and assured ?
" Make him a bishop
'
said a wag, when Yet this is the very first condition of Liberty,
!
'
one complained of a too zealous ecclesiasti- the safeguard, sentinel, inviolable forecourt,
cal reformer; and so, perhaps, if you could citadel, and environment of human dignity,
have seated this bitter revolutionist in the self-respect, and self-development. Or shall
high and comfortable places he inveighed two wrongs, perchance, make a right ? If
against, his tone might have undergone common Conservatism be callous content-
modification, and his native bile have found ment, common Radicalism is cruel envy.
— —
Nor am I aware that this man was especi- tempted to linger ; but this surely was an
ally kind at any time to individual organ- insult to Him, who had made it so large
boys, or any other persons who might and rich and beautiful for those who have
happen to need him, in the concrete, though eyes to see. How, upon these terms, can
rabid about the wrongs of Organ-hoy, and we do our needful work effectually, with
People in the abstract. Apparently he pre- consecrating and quickening spirit, resolved
ferred '
the People to any particular person-
'
to adorn and idealise every humblest nook
Indeed, he was violent in his denunciation and corner, reclaiming from evil, and claim-
of 'pauperising,' and 'degrading' charity ing for God ? As the delightful old religious
exercised toward any dirty and disagreeable poet sings
individual Jones or Brown {e.g. helping him
fraternally to tide over a bad time, as we '
Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws
might expect him to help us, if he were in Makes that and the action fine.'
our place), just like any political economist ;
though fanatical in his devotion to Humanity If we are so dissatisfied with Earth, more-
with a big H. In the grand universal over- over, is it certain that we shall be any
turn, which alone could satisfy his ambitious better contented with Pleaven ? The ipirit
aspirations, this particular organ -boy might of such religion is a wrong one. The bush
happen to tumble uppermost, or he might always burns with fire, though only Moses
not. At all events, somebody would, and may see it, and know the common earth for
not those who are uppermost now, which is holy ground. God is here, as well as there.
the main object. His large and lofty soul Sour, jaundiced, unwholesome, inhuman,
could only expatiate in vast, unwieldy, theo- and selfish is that gospel of seclusion and
retic schemes, that will not fit any actually exclusion, that exhortation to busy ourselves
existing circumstances ; he cannot conde- about saving our own souls
' from a '
scend to potter over, and tinker at mere threatened wrath to come. Election, re-
petty particular cases of misfortune, or minis- probation, the total depravity of human
nature, and everlasting punishment, throw
ter to individual necessities, as they present
themselves —unless,
some distantly- very little light, at all events, over those
indeed,
related third person, or some objectionable terrible problems of victim and tyrant, un-
system may lend himself, or itself, to deserved suffering of the weak and innocent,
eloquent denunciation a rich man, for that haunted, oppressed, and made me doubt
;
instance, who, qua rich, is necessarily a of eternal justice. Rather these doctrines
tyrant. make darkness
visible by exhibiting in the
'
' I, strolling away, stopped to Abyss the monstrous Image of a
listen to Eternal
—
a religious preacher a stern, somewhat un- Supreme God, made in the lurid likeness of
educated Puritan, holding up Jesus Christ. evil, arbitrary men.
and evidently blessed with a strong per- "Sadly moving away, I noted a pale
sonal love to Him. He seemed an earnest youth declaiming and denouncing quite as —
and true man, though one whose outlook evidently sincere too. The burning iron of
was singularly confined. Indeed, the doc- cruel oppression, of dire misfortune not all —
trine he preached was dishonouring to our his own, but also of those dear to him that —
highest idea of God while this life, as
; of the great dumb human suffering people,
he represented it, became a poor and had entered into his very marrow ; those
colourless thing, amere low and squalid terrible words of were charged with no
his
passage to another and better, through insignificant anguish —
ready to lighten a
which we were bound to hurry, as it were, devouring sword in the heart of society
without looking about us, lest we might be with no impotent and immemorable subter-
! ; — !
ranean thunder of earth-upheaving, righteous, All that hath been solid a mere cloud ;
and destroying anger. A destroying angel I remembered how but yesterday I met them.
he an Enjolras yet
! —
to him few listened : Whom we call dead, while we talked at the
men may however, one day, and that
listen, |
street corners.
wicked, oppressive city! E\'il voices chuckle Are conversing now : in glory flashing by me,
|
indignant ones, who opened the seals of Ah! how gently flow the years of sunny
Divine judgment in the Apocalypticseer's |
boyhood,
Vision. For if Justice and Mercy will not Wandering they hardly seem to move :
work peaceably and genially for reformation, Now swift runners, lo! they jostle rushing
the necessary work will be done more onward,
clumsily, through earthquake and volcanic Eager hurrying, hurrj-ing headlong to the
violence. After alL the people at large goal, ...
have benefited substantially even by the Massy billowy water lightening to the fall! . . .
horrors of Revolution they are emancipated, ; And I hear a peal of bells from a near steeple.
and growing, with whatever serious short- Very like the peal of bells in my far home ;
comings, and defects the scars, wounds, — A child again I wander in the woodland,
diseases incidental to cataclysmal crisis, Pick the daisies, rove beside the water.
and interrupted, insufficient, inappropriate, And my sister smiles behind her bridal veil,
of hideous, exhausting convulsion. All the voices dwindle while I hear them.
The faces fade ; I know not whence, or
whither.
Bewilderment
Why, or how we travel in the world-show.
"Then, returning in a maze, I met my com- Doubt of now, nor understand before, and
rades. after!
All of them have unaware grown grey ;
Feeling ready to sink with them into night. misery caused by human sin, hardness, in-
Young lithe forms, and fresh young faces difference, and mad cruelty —
forget these
move around me ;
confusions also of poor human understand-
I know how the time-torrent hurries all I ing, vainly endeavouring to pierce the dark-
Again the earth appeared to shiver, swooning ness of a night unassuageable by any star,
under, troubled only, not illuminated, with sinister
; ; ! ! ! !
fires of wreckers along the shore, where " When the Main is here at home his lucid
human ravage lies tossing in the wild surge, halls are paven
ground to fragments on the iron rocks. And With a foamy-veined, and shifting shadowed
now I found myself by the sea. emerald ;
bold, remove so
hope to
Who tints the windy walls with dim red From the wrongs of those, my brethren ?
A MODERN FAUST
I deem some Horror hides in yonder gloom Nay, for I hear in the air that pestilence of
of the hollows, the voices
The surge returns to glut them somewhere And it is not all the gale, nor cry of the
near my lair wild sea-mew I
With some foreboding cold to gaze around The loud, shipwrecking, murderous tempest-
I dare. whirl to brew ? ' . . .
And
the iron of rocks
Canto II. Misfortune —Advocatus
lo 'tis a corpse in the corner, swollen,
!
The while they falter While we may lay no more the blame
Before the altar, On human crime and error !
Musically, '
This is their first communion — this !
At a fleck of froth.
Or a drowning moth. " '
Visit again with me the London garret
Their mirth flows on ; Two parents, and five children have to
Youth's fount of mirth share it
From great and small, But slow starvation always trade is dull ; ;
Perennial ! . . .
Work hard to find live skeleton and skull. ;
" But one who watched the bark that brought With sallow skin stretched over, youth is here ;
Bent eyes a moment, while she sought One friend insidious in the squalid stye
And when she raised them to the water, Be sure grim Doom will circumvent you yet
No vessel was in sight • ! . .
Only a weltering dark mass " Or come and note small children
' at the
Who stalks, and slays his nobler brother Accumulate more gloom in the abyss ' . . .
beast,
" (Anon was changed the dark dream-
Warning off man, child, woman, blest with
imagery.)
vision,
From God's mountainside, His gift to all.
fair
Mad Mother
Let him beware red Revolution waits ! !
Innumerable bones of spent black slave, A thin faded form by the pale flying
Starved, buried quick, knifed, mutilated. moon,
goaded A face with the youth faded out from
By callous driver, women, children, men ! . . . the eyes.
From the wan, weary eyes ;
" '
I hope you like our pretty magic slides ;
Save for her, not a soul
Earth is, in sooth, a very lively scene Save for her, and a child.
One huge disordered order, shrewdly planned But she ceaseth her singing.
—
' ! ! — ' '
Under the water, Only reveals red tile roof, and soiled chimney,
The soft flying water, Through shivered, grimed glass in the room ;
But the woes of the world. " I feel death-chilled from some strange,
Driven home by the devil, ghostly air,
Had maddened her mind, And vital power drawn from me then rushed ;
A gurgle, a silence,
appeared
Low wind in the rushes,
Very embodied soul of the vile scene,
Never note more of song now ;
Of all the loathly outer circumstance :
Dwelt Cruelty, Pride, arrogant Disdain, Were growing over my dim, withered heart.
While hard Hate glared from cavernous green
"
eyes, You shall not have your child for all
'
There reigned so absolute a desolation, Your vice may relish what their virtue
That Pity rose upon the night of Fear frowns at,
And Horror, like a timid trembling star. The while your bridling virtue scorns their
Venturing even here with her faint ray vice.
Now It assumed the guise of a well-dressed. There is no right, nor wrong, nor heart in
And cynic-sneering modern gentleman. Nature
She suffocates the miner in the mine ;
" None could have told the age of the Earth yawns to swallow honest labour,
dread Thing tombed
It might have been or very old, or young Among the fallen stones of his poor home.
Whose haunting set grey face Slowly to starve there, inaccessible.
Is all one blight, and pregnant with decay. She shakes his roof down upon masquing
. . .
Yes ! pray to God — then prey on one Presiding genius of the baby-farm,
another ! Vampire, that sucks the blood of innocence ?
Sun-smitten and delirious, after draughts Or did He make her heart, who does to
Of tantalising brine from the false water. . . . death
Her own child, for some base insurance fee,
" '
Huge ship dismasted, staggering to her Which she will pour fire-molten down her
doom, throat ?—
While the loud surge sweeps over her Or doth this brittle, poor potter's clay defy
drenched decks Him ?
A man is lashed to the helm ; the rest are Our confraternity applaud such deeds !
And consubstantiate with senseless Sound ! Well ! you are more mine for the specious
and kneel Your right and wrong are rules for your own
Before your Queen, your Mistress crowned order.
with crime, Rules variable, moreover, and unsure.
Avowing how She dwarfs imagination Nay, virtue is but idiosyncrasies.
With hell-born ingenuities of wrong Similar, close-knit, long-inherited,
! ! ; ! I ! ;
purposes, ether
Malformed brats, fighting as they leave the Yet even Pegasus cannot feed on air.
womb. The portals of sense were closely barred
She shouldereth you unceremoniously Against the entrance of any lovely vision,
Aside in blundering on her big blind way, Barred against fair imagery from the world,
And trampleth on the writhing hearts she Though the man was gifted with all sensi-
whelped. bility.
Hers the volcanoes, hers the foodful fields Prepared in the stately temple of his spirit
They devastate ; who brings to birth fair Were niches for carven gods innumerable,
children. Who would have made it beautiful as a
And loathly monsters, with the same set dream.
smile. These by the Architect in irony.
Storm, Earthquake, Pestilence, now Human- Night formless suffused the ample spaces ;
A Block, to whom Delirium lends gesture. Although friendly voices from the darkness.
Kindly accents of comrades, were fain to
cheer him ;
" '
Hers two colossal faces, and dread names,
Yea, the voice of his well-beloved spake to
Anarchy-Order, Order- Anarchy :
him.
She alternateth both ad libitum ; But one morning he addressed her.
(Her seesaw is a trifle wearisome !)
Her blind lover addressed her.
With fond playfulness, as was his wont,
" 'Whom she engendereth, shall she not And there came no answer ;
Sole Fountain she of Honour and Dishonour To her in her accustomed place.
feel for
Absolute Sovereign, she may apportion either. Half hoping and believing she might be in
Who are you that arraign her ? Pray, whine, play,
Who wearieth more of babes and population But her face was clay-cold when he touched it.
Than any murdering mother of you all. His consolation was clay-cold,
Whom she inspireth in her irony Who might have redeemed his soul
To emulate her royalty of wrong. A little later, the voices of companions,
! ! ! — !! — !
family,
Arrived, there glare fixed eyes of a stark
From where it slept in the dim crypt,
snake,
Feigning a mortal slumber ;
Ringed, mailed, fierce lusting for its proper
It wailed only for opportunity.
prey.
Now the Fury sprang upon him, Waiting him in the hollow : look! he leaps,
Seized him in his mortal weakness,
Death-doomed and dazed, into red-gulfing
In the lone hour of his despair,
jaws.
Gript him in relentless talon ;
Inevitable— type of your free-will
Till he, weary of unendurable
Example of the kindness of your gods !
thing in the water — Glad life grows out of, feeds on, painful
A little animal thrown into it by rough hands? death . . .
For a moment it struggles in mortal anguish ; Such the essential structure of the work
But stone upon stone, well-aimed, Omnipotent Benevolence devised
Sinks it with reiterated blows,
Mangled and choking, under the flood. . . .
" 'These slaughters, and that roasting of a
Who weighted with ancestral ruin the feeble mother
soul ? By her own children for a paltry hoard,
Who flung it in sunless gulfs to drown, ( )ver a slow fire ! yawnings of hell-fire,
Stoning it with misfortune upon misfor- Flame-flaps to show the furious furnace
tune? . . . under
But '^ credo quia impossibile" A boy of eight, her grandson, told the tale
I may boast, has never been my motto What admirable nurture your good gods
" Hast thou observed my servant Job ? " Provide for their young charges, to be sure
I think I may answer that I have observed Old Priestcraft did this family much good !
And rails on the prim boyhood, which refused Or you say you may not relish joy.
if
The old Abyss remains indifferent. Ha what am I, then, who now talk with
!
To mock your prayer. And for your " wise," Mad are you ?
! wish you may indeed . . .
Your little noise will cease at the last cold. What if some like their cuddles cold, some
The Deep once dreamed a nightmare of hot?
abortions.
" Old age, the shadowy vestibule of Death,
The Tragi-comedy of Human kind ; '
And when It woke, misshapen shadows fled; Long, chill, pale cloister, over-roofed with
I pray God to avert another, like it yew,
Looms lone and dreary Death awaits you ;
" '
Why did you leave your old glad gods ? all,
crew? now
Remains for worship iron-bound blind Law. Ye dawned at early morning from the Abyss ;
Ye move now in a dim, dun, dismal world Now it is evening fade, and cease therein ;
Of listless Wealth, of lean, monotonous Toil, And learn, man one dread name of mine. !
" '
Vou cannot carry it with jaunty step, Methought this loomed more luge, till it
You'll sin anew, and more yet Will remorse. ! this seemed
Were it sincere, undo the harm you did Mine own face, dead. . . . Tlirust down, I
To those weak souls, whom you dared feign reeled, and fell . . .
" '
Ye are but attitudinising apes, Yea, nerved my spirit with one last wild cry
With all your airs of penitence, reform ! . . . For one last wrestle with the enemy. . . .
Why scold your fellows ? hypocrite, look A Voice spake in me yea, mine own heart ;
nearer spoke.
You, the potential murderer of these ! Ah ! but it sounded like his, who forsook
You, their corrupter die, for very I . . . Our darkling path in that far-off drear night
shame, Of winter! and yet /cried out for light ! . . .
I mean the Abyss, your mother, fool ! to rest BOOK VI.— ORDER
There from more conflict, effort, vain en-
deavour. " Aerial walls of our wide world.
Even as they ? ... So very still they lie . . . Built round my heart, a stifling tomb,
Behold their slumber ! — that is sleep in- I would ye were asunder hurled.
Whose stony cold invades my own chill The Heart disdains your message of the sense,
heart, Demands the triumph of wronged innocence,
Beheld therein, with more supreme dismay. Demands to break up all the starry roof,
The same dire Visage, which confronted To rend and burn through )-on ethereal woof,
mine Claimeth to breathe in a Diviner day.
Erst in my lonely thought, when insolent Where all her winter buds will find their
I dared adjure great Isis to unveil. May.
And, for reward, beheld the countenance. Ah! what inspireth faith, and liope >ubliine.
The rigid countenance of Death, that wore If not One throned above your space and
Malign, set scowl of supernatural Hate. . . . time ?
2 D
— ! ! ; —
! ! ! !';; — '! !
?i
Dim, weary wanderings of our path to meet Many lovely flowers he flung them
What ! if ambition, pride, lust, all my sin Where are, then, the scald, the scar,
Drag me from that high festival within That may their beauty-marvel mar?
Albeit I may never find the Grail, All unremembered, transitory
Yet will I testify, before I fail, Yet a richer, rarer glory
Thoui:;h from afar, like Balaam, all is well It was theirs indeed to gain
With God's own little ones, with Israel From their crucibles of pain ;
Yea, for Sandalphon waits on the high stair. From the bruising of the stone
Ushering to Heaven every humble prayer ;
A myriadfold the rainbow shone.
While Jesus, Mary, rise to lead them there. Starry gleams are in their eyes,
Lighted by no cloudless day,
A glory-glow of sacrifice,
Canto I. Heaven Born of night, and pale dismay
A world of stars, a milky way !
" Then burst asunder prison bars, Every child a Christ as well,
Men name earth, ocean, air, or stars ! A Holy Babe of Raffaelle.
Soto my inner sense revealed Are they dews in their soft hair.
A world their glory but concealed. The laughing irises at play ?
Like a pageantry of cloud. No, wild whirled wheels that never spare.
Or enchantment disavowed, Like fierce attritions of despair.
Yanished, and were rolled away, Ground the diamond to spray.
As a dream at dawn of day For tendril locks a laughing light
Laughing children, all in play, Red roses on their flower-white
Round one another veering flew. Have fervent hues of human blood ;
Swift, dallying swallows in the blue. Nor are they born of only light
While the pulse of their white wings Mother Earth, her lowly wood.
Made audible soft winnowings, Fed them, our grey rain for food.
In many a threefold flower-cluster
Dewy-eyed, a pure white lustre, " Then, with a fountain's delicate rain noises
Delicate shadow falling fast (A silver moss leaps plashing where it poises),
From each on either as they passed. . . . Iheard afar melodious young tones
Joy I knew them for the same,
! Of children, warbling limpid antipbons.
Emerged from purgatorial flame 1 Of singing children, sister answering brother,
Surely there I see the boy And flying, flying after one another.
One killed because he bought the toy,
And there the spectre-child, whose arms
Fountain Song
The cruel double iron harms ;
Second. '
Wait till he blow I
Faces to smile
!
Of pestilential dens, where those
Second. Here, over the leafage
'
Grim horrors litter and repose.
Glowing to golden. I murmur Love need we return below
'
!
?
Over the trees We illume their way with gentle angel -glowing.
Ever murmuring story. We tender visions of serene repose,
Low melodies !
Havens from the weeping and the blows,
First. '
Now he is laving Hued like the rose,
Clear in the pool Where a healing fountain flows !
Saving damnation of the fiercest hell For these, not she herself, shall feed the
Heaven's own dread dawn, for all your bigots grave.
tell!'
" The spirit of the universe will leaven,
'
/-Eonial fire will melt the hardest stone With novel organ for communion, ;
Through weathering circumstance high hills For ampler knowledge whosoe'er indict —
are gone. That mellow wisdom of the Stagyrite.
" '
What were you ! frighted with your own
shadow
Adown
thin
the lawny, flower-illumined meadow,
Canto IV. —
Human Service- • Songs
OF GoLDKN Deeds
Poor timid doe.
As you ran below ? " '
Now will I show true nobles of our race
Distortions of your short and feeble sight, Let them those libels on mankind efface
Calumniating our fair sons of light
You feared grim idols your own mind had Charity
wrought,
Confusions of a miscreating thought. " 'To dwell with evil loathed and drear.
Feared you yourselves would all dissolve and High ladies leave their natal sphere.
fade To dwell where reeketh manifold offence
InTime and space, which ye yourselves have For delicate, well-nurtured sense,
Who knows but shadows of true things Deadly feud with the grim host
behii.d! Of Satan, sharing all with lost
; ! ! : ;
! ; — ; • ^
In Holy Land, when our dear Lord was born Burns the rods of tyranny,
And though the snow is on the ground. Breaks fetters from captivity ;
All British discipline, pluck, pride. They are thrown lifeless 'mid the roar!
Panting to be at his side! Now mothers, wives, and children weep. . . .
While England longs to rend the curtain, All mothers, wives, and children weep :
That shrouds her hero's fate uncertain. All England Ijends above their solemn sleep:
Too late the man, deserted, fell,
! Hear her intone their requiem full, and grand,
Whom only treachery might quell and deep!
Gordon, England's Red-cross Knight,
With many a dragon born to fight Sea Kings 1
" '
Who are these three, that in a little boat
The Lifeboat Have dared upon the Antarctic surge to float.
" '
The manhood of your rugged coast, Journey from Durban round the Cape of
Nelson's indomitable host. Storm,
Your manhood braves the raging seas. Which hero hearts again to-day transform
Deaf to prayers of siren Ease, Into a promontory of Good Hope,
Or warm Affection's humid eye, As when grand Gama, and Diaz did grope
To rescue shipwrecked souls who cry. . . .
Their all unknown dim waterway of old ?
These Scandinavian mariners, more bold,
"'Hoar ocean's wrathful night-usurping In a frail bark they hollowed far inshore,
noise Built from pitch-pine, and to the ocean
Warns, like a dread god's doom-denouncing bore,
voice ;
In a frail open bark ten months will beard
They lean athwart the solid wall of blast, Atlantic dark and formidable, steered
Blinded with flying froth from forth the vast, By their own sea-gnarled hands with daunt-
That spits contumely from moving mountains less strength.
Of toppling water torn to foam- white fountains Till they attain to our green land at length.
The maniac surge leaps furious while they From where grim bastioned Table Mountain
launch ;
frowns,
Falls a dead-weight upon the bark so staunch ;
And with the cloud his brooding forehead
But may not shake the mighty hearts that use crowns,
All strength of stalwart limbs and iron thews To the caged eagle-emperor's arid isle ;
To strain their oars athwart the swirling brine By flowery Azores they rest awhile ;
Swift function of the tiller how they bound The wonderful heroic voyage passed,
:
Up, down, abysmal cliffs of night profound, Through all vicissitudes come home at last.
That flash fierce scorn of them, engulfed Ah courage-consecrated little bark,
!
Rent canvas, cordage, bruised wood, plainly Appalled their ear; some supernatural scream
tell Advanced toward them through the drifting
Of rude storm-buffets ; tangled weed, and steam :
men? Buffeted bows " drove piles " in the hard sea
Rather the God they worshipped in his ken Storm, waving vast vans, howled tumultuously.
Kept, gave swift vision, accomplished craft,
with power " '
Dies from the cloud-range conflagration
To stem, surmount, and baffle danger's hour. red,
And from long roller, taking hues of lead,
" O'er beetling cliffs of water, lo ! they Sombre, oil-lustrous, fading dun and dead.
bound ;
Cloud-mountains massed on pale horizons
Engulphed now in a reeling chasm profound. lower ;
Strain unrelieved on every faculty ! While on their masthead sits a weird wild
If caught off guard one moment, they shall glare,
die! Like Death's pale lanthorn : ha ! what doth
it there ?
" In peril from the monsters of the deep, And what is that, which writhes upon the bare
'
In peril from wild, ruptured surge's leap Pole, like what writhed upon the lance's head
;
Fierce blast drags down, ere they may reef Of Durer's knight, on his faint war-horse led
the sail, Into the forest gloom by Hell and Death ?
Wave's weight half fills the hollow pine, What means the Portent ? doth it breathe
bids bale life's breath? . . .
" '
Immured in deep night the world seems
" It blew great guns
'
; stars blinked, and to be,
were blown out, Save when flashed flame lets out the boiling
Or re-illumed ; they saw the raging rout
Of billow smoking skyward ; squall-slung
spray " '
But in long languor of clear ocean calm.
Smote, stung like hail ; then louder than the When the loose tiller held in listless palm
roar Made easeful noises with the lapping wave.
Of breaker thundering on a rock-bound shore, Dear home-thought stole upon the heart so
A sound more terrible than aught before brave
; ! ; ! ! ! !
god-like grow
Alone with God in the Immensity
With worship, pious, temperate men, they call
Weekly together on the God of all. "Weak Things of the World"
" Kingcraft, and overlordship of the seas
'
" '
A Christian convert, a boy- African,
From Olsen, Nilsen, Bernhard, such as these. Knowing the bloody lord of his great clan
And Norse kindred, Nelson, Franklin,
their Sought him to visit with a lingering death,
Drake, Because he had embraced Christ, humbly
For men of other blood 'tis hard to take. saith
They prove the race of heroes not extinct,
By whom our common -seeming years are 1 An island in the Pacific. Father Damien
linked is the priest's name.
— ; !
To a revered white teacher, urging flight, Whose very terrors wear a smile.
He may not bend his soul to feel it right Now Mercy doth his frown from him
For since he hath been commissioned by the beguile.
king Sweet Sister in the hospital,
Ingathered tribute of the tribes to bring Who vermeils with ethereal
Home to the sovereign coin of cowrie — Hues the cloud of wound, or fever
shells Her angel ministration never
Whatever cruel personal peril dwells Faileth ; hurt weans of our city
Among those evil courts, how dare he thrust Lie patient in her gentle pity.
From him the fatal honour of his trust ? Yea, Dora, Florence, all your sisterhood
And so he braves the tyrant ; ah ! young Render illustrious our flesh and blood ;
Poor human nature on the pedestal, Spring, summer, autumn, winter drear,
Whence pale dishonour dragged it to base Are needed to fulfil the year.
fall!
Fair organising virtue trace, Still seems to hear him call to her, and moan ;
To one great arbitrating nation She flies to help, forgetting he is gone.
Moulding you by federation Now since herself no more may slave for him,
Of kindred peoples for defence, Dull daylight, rainy, chilly evening dim.
And high world-vitalising influence ;
Behold her undern^rath the window near
While in the purple pomp of war The little cot, where she hath left her dear.
Dawn lovely hues unknown before, She stays there till the allotted day for friends
Iris-hues of mercy mild, makes for all amends.
Arrive, the hour that
An arc o'er livid flashes wild, Every misty morning sees her come
Born 'mid ashen mists that loom From the mean alley, now no more a home.
'Thwart thunder-mountains in the gloom. Nurse, looking often from the ward, descries
Patience, Fortitude, Compassion, The wraith-like face with upward-seeking
Woven i' the awful storm of passion eyes,
On wrath-rent cloud, are only born Haunting the wall ; they wonder how he
Of rays that marry rains forlorn does.
Of Heaven, who weds the Earth you The ailing child ; but when at last she goes
scorn. Within the ward at the permitted hour,
Beyond high service war may render, She dare not ask for news about her flower,
Himself hath lineaments more tender, Before she reach him, lest the word be
spoken,
1 The Rev. Mr. Ashe, missionary to Uganda, Which, falling on her heart, would leave it
Our monarch hath a grander coronet From every quarter of the world her guard !
Than any mighty predecessor yet. Whose people throng the chariot way they ;
To assure the Mother-mistress of the seas Her chariot rolls, surrounded by her sons.
Dominion more unchallenged over these Of whom the nobler, grander port he owns,
In you, blithe land of long lake, frost, and Who wedded England'sdaughter; who will be
fur. Magnanimous Emperor in Germany
Vast volumed waters of St. Lawrence pour He, though great empire his mild rule em-
Their foaming thunders with an ocean roar brace.
All ye sent children armed for many a mile, Hath character more lofty than his place.
To help us nobly by Egyptian Nile.
Court gentle Peace! and yet be well pre- " 'Here towering with eagle-crested casque,
Will wage a deadlier with the dire Disease Doth welcome, Love's loud answering re-
That lays him low yet, scorning his own ;
bound
ease, From her Love-loyal reign, re-echoing
Conquereth here too patient, cheerful, bravci
;
round ! . . .
While borne in strong midmanhood to the Yet if this monarch were not good and just,
grave. To Heaven the pageantry were only dust.
Bends calm, composed eyes on the public
good.
Who in his long death helps the multitude, Canto V. Wisdom and Work
Country, and well -beloved ; who will not
swerve Deterioration. — II
For if Death numbs the right hand, left will " ' Did the fiend overwhelm you with
serve ; deterioration ?
But when one symptom '^apathy''' they named, is a mystery
Deterioration ;
Then all divined that Death at length hath Yet none descendeth below the appointed
claimed. deep.
If to the lover his dear world grew dim Henceforward the way mounteth upward
A Light and Hope of Europe quenched in It is darkest ere the day dawn.
him ! For none fadeth away into nonentity.
Alas for her, to whom he gave white heather,
! Nor doth any carcase fester, unmitigated
In Caledonia, in blue lover's weather defilement.
He lies in state, he lies in his long rest The fiend ignored, having blinded himself, a
And she hath laid the sere wreath on his core of soundness in the prodigal.
breast. He feigned that all was dead ;
Laurel, wherewith she crowned her Paladin, Being Death himself, he could feel no life
In war proved, as in peace, a king of men. around him.
Yet cheerfulness and amiability were well
" '
Our queen moves royally to Westminster. good also were generosity and patience.
Fortune hath dealt in gracious mood with her, These qualities rejoiced the heart of his friends.
Yet one irreparable bereavement laid Now surroundings more favourable being
A scathing hand upon her heart Snows provided. !
That seems to pour from forth aerial blue : He was a scapegoat for Humanity :
Roof, balcony, door, window, all the street Moreover, he was endowed with genius ;
Teem with a happy people, fain to greet And her royal gifts are gain
Her, whom the loyal, glad, tumultuous sound However terrible the price paid ;
; ! ; —
For he and the world are indeed one. Who are ourselves, and every animal,
The destructible shall be destroyed, Divergent, battling, erst one harmony?
Consumed with ineffable anguish, And they are elements within the Human,
And the unessential die. Dissonancy clashing in the man,
But Individuality transformed Fallen, that all may rise to altitude.
What though the mortal loitered, The strong wrest breathing-place from feebler
Frail tongue faltered in delivery lives,
Of the message thereto entrusted, TillBouddh, with free will's high prerogative,
Will Love hate, therefore, and forget ? Feeds the lean mother-tiger on his body,
Omnipotence own to failure. And, dying, brings the very Life to birth :
Or impatient Justice break her tool. Now Justice, Mercy, dawn in the wild waste.
Fling aside what herself hath fashioned?
"
Will God change like men ? ' All, sons of light, will form one Har-
Fickle, irresolute as one of you? mony,
Whom He loveth He loves for ever, Mutually permeable, cells
And will heal the hurt of His lamb. Functioned to serve with punctual, never-
failing
" '
Did Satan tell you Nature made the Service the Body, never isolated,
man ? False selves, to alien injury ; one only
Nay, rather, God in man hath fashioned her. Orbs to his own completeness in another.
To these, whom he averred that Nature slew, Then each will labour for the common weal,
Or cruel men, but whom we say God called. Aware the commonwealth hath nourished
Since they who die are only half in Him, him,
And half without, Death turns one pale dread Laid fair foundations for his energy.
face. With free environment ; one breathes for all
Yet shows another mild and merciful Inevitably ; now with glad intent.
For death is ever in the line of life. If each divined with kindly fellow-feeling
Anomalies pertain alone to sense ; Alien need, and thirsted to supply,
Yea, even to fairies of the fur and feather Justiceand Love would change your earth
Death is new birth to a life beyond, Heaven,
to
Subserveth life ; the spirit travelleth, And hallow poor relations of mankind ;
Through lower lives, to manhood, and yet All human impulses were innocent.
higher. And spontaneity benevolence.
!: ! —
mony, voices,
Obedient orblets in their natal Orb, Though men are only aware of a poor few.
Every one mirror, minister to other. The many aisles of forest, rapt by day
Warbling melodious in fontal spheres To deep dread silence, roar like ocean loud
;
We in our Mother Earth, the while She For other ears more sensitive to sound ;
Or as the drowsy bird who dreams and By twilight sings like birds ; fine ears will
stirs, hear.
And twitters in the woven nest ere dawn. While vision banquets upon hues unnamed.
Foretells lull choir, awake in the clear sun. Marrying sights and sounds for a new world.
Earnests already of earth-emancipation,
Presaging a more ample life than yours, "' Well wedded worlds are mutually in- -
Of diffident warm colour, vivid hues But though the Centre radiate through all,
Of slumbering summer so the chambered Yet are they mutually impervious
;
Body and soul, evolving many folded. From sphere to sphere, and find a home in
As germen, embryo, shadow what will be. either ;
Moved with her beautiful, imperial train Yea, many of you are numb, and deaf, and
Of fair and noble faculties, from life blind.
To life, a never-dying Queen divine. A woman loses children at one swoop
High throned, in glory, above Space, and (I find her in the hovel, in the palace ;
Time. I find her in the fanes of all the creeds,
Yea, drifted in the sands of ignorance) —
"Ponder the holy hieroglyph of Pain,
'
A woman loses children at one swoop ;
That hideth a high meaning Christ endured, The wave, engulphing all, rejects her only,
;
Hoping for joy of world-redemption, wrought Flings her alone upon the unchilded shore ;
Through crucifixion are not all the Christ ? The mother loved them more than all the
;
"'The Deep is only Wisdom dark from Confounding ours with that great Love
depth behind. . . .
I felt the fiend gone from me ; for the child They are rays of light, aslope on a mild
Rebuked him, like the lifting of the cross. cloud.
'
O not without the sorrow, and the sin,
Or doves, who pulsate, gleaming to and fro
May be our human pilgrimage ? Ah why ? About the carven cathedral front of Rheims,
!
'And what if God Himself hath life by Thwart silent, old-world, visionary glory
these ? Of shrined saint aureoled, kings robed, and
He answered, with a shadow on his joy, weird forms.
Musing as though bewildered ; then re- Now we are ware of dawn among pure snows
sumed Of mountain mystical keen flame divides ;
! ; ; : ;
Our downy vapours, and pervades their grey " What work
'
is thine ? to mirror in thine
Expatiate in blue celestial air. Build humbly a high music from within
Alight, wave wings from radiant promontory, With pain and pleasure, righteousness and
Clash, mix, confound their raptures in mid- sin,
heaven !
That shall not prove a merely jingling rhyme
And now a gentle languor fades the strain. To wheedle idle whimsies of the time.
Fallen gently, like a feather ; but in yon Nor blared applause of idle fool to win.
flashed Perishing with him uttered when you burn,
;
Ecstasy did you not surprise your lost, The world may welcome, or the world may
Reposing happy in the fields of Heaven ? spurn.
And tell me do you deem such sounds could
! Uttered for love thereof, as in your prime,
soar, The message you are commissioned to deliver,
And wake such dreaming, if one tortured If men will hear, well if not, to the Giver ! —
child Who breathes it though you will the word
Had but one life of want and anguish given, return.
Then foundered in the void ? It could not be Dare not to claim for self the utterance !
;
Might such a strain indeed afford such vision. One, out of His perfection, will advance
If God were not, or did desert one child ? The same to stand His own ambassador.
If this were more than seeming, all would Yea, full accomplish what He sent it for.
wither. In other ways, moreover, look that thou
Core-eaten shows of the false world fall in ! —
Serve men help whom or want or sorrow
bow.'
While he finds food ? Yet our deep Best will justify the Lord :
Blithe captive, seems your prison ample, fair, How strengthen thews of any champion
Free voyage in illumined realms of air. Save through the powerful antagonist ?
Buoyed on your own full tides of happiness ? Civilisations only fall to ruin.
Dear bird, we bless That richer may be reared from their decay
Your glad content poor feet on a soiled sod From chaos ever nobler order grows.
!
Ah mortal men may feel, confined to earth. Hath God behind him, and the World-Idea,
!
Trust only in the sound, strong Heart of Streamed with the Lord's upon the holy
all! rood :
Nor only Reason, Love belongs to (Jod I saw, and worshipped I believed in God.
: ; . . .
Evil and good are complemental more "And then he vanished. I awoke; but
;
As a far dream only may the man remember How I lingered on the hard road in the
All the mirth of childhood that hath been— damp night,
Hath been here about thy young joy, O my When you left me at my school, until aloof
mother. I beheld no more your lessening line of lamp-
All the mirth and laughter of a child !
light.
Was it I, indeed, and not another, Nor heard the minished trample of the hoof
Whom you folded in your dear armsundefiled? Among German forest-firs you tell the story.
(Jur nursery with snowy-folded curtain As we go, her hand who died, and mine in
!
All is melted to a memory uncertain, Ah the bonfire on the hillside, and the gloiy !
Evening prayer, the game, and many a toy. Of our rural meal among the bilberry bowers !
Clad in tender vivid verdure, early summer Then a cottage o'er a torrent-haunted valley
Kindles leaf and bloom about the land. In the summer-sounding vines was our abode,
While the nightingale, our passionate early Where Morn and Eve upon the mount
comer, continually
Overflows in song for one at hand. Wrought a robe of glory, as for God.^
Winds the river in the valley by the meadow, Yearly, later, on an evening of the winter
By the old grey bridge, anear the water-mill weather.
Old elms are on the green lawn with their With our youngest born who died we came
shadow, to you :
Dent du Midi.
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In the isle where cloudy, melancholy Blaaven, Faded letters, and our pilgrimage in dreaming
Of noble mould, empurpled, rules the heaving Raise the dead, more dear than living
sea, men,
You, enfeebled, I supported from the haven. For, however we believe it only seeming,
To where Coruisk glooms crag-immured in Night brings them warm and real to our arms
lone sublimity. . . . again !
And the churchyard lieth beautiful to-day, It may mother mine, when you departed,
be,
love, White and silent, that you did not wholly go,
As in yonder dearer, earlier time, Never left your children broken-hearted.
When we wandered hand in hand with you Help them more, are nearer than they know.
in May, love, And your remembered tones are more than
We children, you in all your lovely prime music.
Every green grave is a garden gently tended, More than day the memory of your smile ;
And birds sing in the orchard near the Clear from all the cadences of sorrow,
dead. May I hear them, and behold them in a little
Very weary, when the saintly spirit fled ! Our eldest, and our youngest, are they gone
Joy was yours, and yet your life knew much now ?
Lite will feel it every weary mile ! Where the wooded hills enfold
O you, who were and so forgiving.
so kind A gleam of river water,
If I grieved you, how my heavy heart hath Luminous brown ripples hold
bled! Communion of laughter,
Ah ! and though unloyal hours may wrong Silent laughter with the trees,
the living. Water-woven cadences.
We never think unkindly of the dead i Bole and foliage leaning over
Friend in need, O consolation of the mourner, The innumerable water-lover.
Faithful heart, who suffered unremoved ! A weathered arch divinely hued,
You leaned upon the Faithful, not a scorner ; With drowsy waterlight imbued,
You loved well ;
yea, and you were well- All the delicate semitones,
beloved. Purple, lilac, greys, and browns,
A little lamb is playing in the orchard, As tho' ineffable fine feeling
Faery gleams are fleeting on the hill ; Over it were silent stealing
There is a lireath of lilac in the churchyard, Orbed to rondure in the stream ;
And the dead are lying very still. Ah ! ruffle not the glassy gleam,
All the vernal loveliness a shadow Nor mar the fair unearthly dream !
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To soft white flour bruises yields St. Winnow's hoary old church tower
Of the mellow autumn fields. Drowses in a leafy bower.
But another resteth near While the waters gently steal
All idly ; this for many a year, From the groves of Lostwithiel.
Urged by falling water's weight,
Toiled for human ends ; of late, Now, rower, grapple with the wave
Roofed by woodland leaves from sun, Flood no longer smooth and suave.
It resteth, the long labour done. Brown-ridged with feud of wind and tide,
Silent ; little herbs and flowers For great ocean far and wide
Have woven delicate green bowers Invades the river swiftly glide.
;
Fragments of an alien tune. Sit wrinkled sires of the village arow, whose
While with bated breath we float. hair is white
Are wafted from the anchored boat They sit like the mummies of men, with a
The grey wave rolls a flickered fire From a rushing flame of the living, like
Ships with phantom sail go by. They are watching the merry-make, and
their face is very grave
Hark some rushing, throbbing sound
!
I pass into a bewilderment, and marvel why Dear naiad, in a shadowy grot.
they go Fair nymph, who lave within the cave,
Itseems the earth revolving, with our vain Iyearn for you. and find you not,
to and fro O freshness of the early wave !
For the young may be glad and eager, but The river rolleth broad and strong.
some ride listlessly. Great vessels glide upon the tide,
And the old look on with a weary, dull, and High storied tower and temple throng
lifeless eye With human toil, and pain, and pride.
I know that in an hour the fair will all But where the purple light of morn,
be gone
Stars shining over a dreary void, the Deep And thou, fair queen of what hath been ?
I gaze with orb suffused at human things Ah ! freshness of the early green !
And I am lost in the wonder of our dim Where Youth hath birth with morning mirth,
destiny. . . . Clear-welling crystal blithe and fair.
They whirl around, they gallop around, man, With many a stain, with many a pain,
woman, and girl, and boy. 1near the shadowy death of day,
And youth may never dawn again.
O grand cathedral where you prayed,
" AH ! LOVE YE ONE ANOTHER Divinely dight with jewelled light.
WELL !
Soft woodland water where we played,
Low music in the summer night
Ah ! love ye one another well. Melodiously flowing river !
For the hour will come Ah blithe sunshine upon the Rhine,
!
When one of you is lying dumb ; We would have leaned, and looked for ever,
Ye would give worlds then for a word, Your eyes more luminous, lady mine !
Tone gentler than the turtle-coo, I shall never come too near,
Brown eyes that took the heart by storm, Only pray, God save thee, dear
And lovelier inward grace that drew Guide in all thy griefs and blisses.
My soul with all-compelling charm ! Hold thee in the deep abysses
Ye who claim the name of friend,
Love one another to the end
Have we aught to equal Love,
"
" I LOVE YOU, DEAR !
Or in earth, or heaven above ?
I love thee for thy melodies, The man supports the smiling child
And for thine innocent deep eyes. With pleased amazement ; hear him cry—
In the faraway dim years, '
Forgive me, dear, if I defiled
May they rarely cloud with tears Thine innocence with calumny !
! ; !; " "
ARISE !
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dense, Awake !
Ye rave !
1 Written on the formation of Unions for God shall smite your enemies :
But her young eyes were all one moan, I wonder if the Heart of all,
And Death weighed on her heart like stone. Whence our poor hearts arise,
Be more unpitying when we fall,
Was journeying by train ; White winging birds the clear air cleft.
She saw the shining landscape glide A princely boy of Eastern blood,
By the clear window-pane. Swathed all in silk-inwoven gold,
Of royal mien, with joy imbued,
and green field.
Tall trees, fair village, A form of fmely-chiselled mould.
Blithe boys with bat and ball, Played upon the deck well-kept.
Church spire and meadowed kine appealed Watched the flying fish that leapt.
To eyes that answer all. An dame addressed the child,
English
"Shall I tell you of the Lord,
The weary little heart rebels. The purple robe of Night He wears,
The childish anger stirs. Starred over with the world's wild tears,
; ; : : ; ; ; ; !
But in far years, 'mid pomps so brave Only foreboding of a human pain,
Of yon resplendent Indian court, Searing hearts to a barren plain.
And dangerous homage dark men brought, When we find the love we deemed im-
A hallowing on his heart there lay mortal
From that meek lesson which she taught. Only death's flower-enwoven portal
And we wander alone,
In a desolate land alone, alone.
THE MONTH OF THE Hearing a dove's low, soft love-moan,
NIGHTINGALE Among primroses and young buds,
Where cresses waver in the clear spring floods.
I know not how Love faints away,
It was in the month of the nightingale, And with him all the bloom from day.
I found my love ! And with him all divine delight
Flowing with rivers of light in the vale, From dull unconsecrated night
Haunting a heart of moonlight pale, I know not how Love dies, nor how he is
Thrilled in the air, and our lips met The cuckoo thrills me as of yore,
From under a shade of sunny boughs The nightingale is more than wine
We saw the green blade sprout in the brown Bluebells in the wild woodland pour
Field fallows, and far haze of the town, Hues purpler, but not more Divine
Cattle in misty water-meadow browze, Than blithe, fresh hues of Heaven on high ;
In two young lovers, in our own love, Anemone, and pale primrose
Pure and happy as the saints above ! Already gone ! in place of those,
; ;
Our children in dear days long fled Now she conferred with one, whom suffo-
As then, Thy sacrament of Spring ! Bent over, watching wakeful by the bed,
Hearing him breathe, and soothed when he
awoke.
Myself I ministered to want and whim :
" Where is he now ? In some profounder And drew warm life I stored up there for
sleep. him
Where is he now? . . . they say I might For whom I would have parted with all
I was too proud. My God ! I might have Why, then, did I not save him ? why ? God
knelt knows
There was one moment only — I could not If God there be — but when the tyrant came,
An upon his curving lips,
evil sneer
" My son, the count, fought like a patriot My knees were turned to stone I could not ;
Pole move
Against our old hereditary foe. Kneel to the insolent murderer of my people,
Made captive, Nicholas himself had added, Who now would torture my poor ciiild, in
When signing the imperial decree wrath.
Of lifelong death in far Siberian mine, Because he paid his country what he owed
Whence none emergeth more to social day, her
'Thither shall he go manacled, on foot.' You know not the conditions the man made,
Ha! do you know what that means? 'chained, Indignities designed to break my pride
on foot ' ? To break the pride of Poland of one born —
It means to tramp long winter through to Illustrious as any emperor.
summer, On such conditions, if I craved for pardon,
Athwart interminable steppes, and snow, (Pardon forsooth! and mercy! and from
To that bleak outcast region beyond hope. him !)
With one coarse convict yoked a bondfellow, He would toss me the freedom of my child,
Defiled in body, and defiled in mind, Contemptuously as you toss bone to dog
With him to tramp, to feed, to lie by night, Exemption from his own injustice, his
Subject to every brutal outrage from Inhuman sentence nay, there is a God — !
Soldiers who love to wreak indignity This man must needs be punished for his
Upon one outlawed, of high grade, refined : life !
And if his strength (but he was weak, and These degradations I refused for honour
;
Toil so repulsive, so interminable, Then he the autocrat would cross the room,
That men have killed their guard, to win And I upon my knees might crave for
the grace grace. . . .
Here their slow malice into one supreme Rose, and I rose too ; but he slowly passed.
Assault, and turn the young man deaf, blind, Staring, incarnate Insult, in mine eyes,
grey. The stare of arrogant autocracy,
Quench in a year the fading faculties. With sneer that relished our humiliation.
Render imbecile ere the very end. He slowly passed, looked, lingered, and
Or men escape in winter weather then went out. ;
They may lie down, and faint out in the The Empress seized my two hands, and she
snow. . . . cried :
In that brief moment I beheld my Mother, And floundering into snowdrifts; happy they,
Poland, my Mother, If to remain there ! while the children's cry
Dishonoured, and dismembered ; felt them Dwindled to silence all became so still ; ! . . .
death oppressor.
By Tartar soldiers, maddening in dungeons Young Poles made Russian soldiers, and
Deprived of day, dank, loathsome, for the degraded.
love Cajoled by demons to abjure themselves. . . .
They bore our common Mother ; saw corn, Seeing and hearing which, how could I
food kneel
Trampled by hooves barbarian, crushed down To him, in whom our injury was summed,
Under the mangled bodies of her sons ;
And centred radiated, from a deadly sun ?
;
The flaming smoke rolled up from ruined I could not kneel, not even to save my
homes, child. . . .
And women sobbing on the unroofed, wrecked But I am going to Roman ; all is well
hearths If not to meet him, then to rest in sleep.
And not one heart, but multitudes of hearts. He sleeps, he rests now. Very soon I with
True hearts —
lay broken in the mines of him.
hell ! . . . Ah so is best
! much better than if Time
!
Hakk ! the Christmas bells ring round ! Bitter winter wind shrilled through
Many with joy abound
light hearts ! Rotten door and window when it blew.
They come and go upon the wind,
" Peace and goodwill to all mankind "
! She, working early, working late,
Breathes no impatient word nor wail
Where bleared faces of mean houses Her heavy task may ne'er abate.
Lean as if to touch each other, Though eyesight fade and strength may
Where idle, ugly vice carouses, fail.
Long after winter suns have set, Many light hearts with joy abound ;
And even so, the Hunger grim They come and go upon the wind,
Slow feeds on lives she fights for yet " Peace and goodwill "
to all mankind !
While on the too scant space intrude Now the flickering lamplights float
Rats, hustling the young human brood. Idly over corpse and boat
A mean bed, table, broken chair, From tower and temple London frowns
Furnish the degraded room ;
On all this ruin of her sons ;
Going to glad homes elate, The dear glad face was all aglow,
Near ships laden with merchandise. Though mostly pale from want, like mine.
Spice, or silk of gorgeous dyes, Then Mary took his jacket off,
Where men from far realms of sunrise Put the small torn boots to dry,
Wait, forgetting care and sorrow, And we made little of the cough
In hope to greet dear friends to-morrow, That on our hearts weighed heavily.
While their paddle-wheel foams over A Christmas treat with cakes and tea
The swaying corse, a senseless rover. We gave our bairns the fare was rough
; ;
I see him now through blinding tears, At times my brain seems all confused
The snowflakes melting on him, come, To watch my Mary's failing eyes,
Delighted, babbling of the joys And youth consumed with too much toil,
Behind a lighted window-pane While patient at her task she dies !
Firs taper-lit, festooned with toys, I, pinioned, helpless, may not foil
Sweets, trinkets, woolly lamb, doll, train Slow deaths that round my dear ones
For he had peeped in from the flags, coil
Where the lustrous hall discloses Over a new dress sits she bowed?
To the boy in faded rags I thought it was her own white shroud ;
Happy children, pink like roses, Our wee Willie, like a weed.
Playful, laughter-loving posies. Thrown into a nameless grave
One pretty girl had such long tresses ! They starve here,and I cannot save . . .
And then, the feast in all its pride ! I am but one more mouth to feed ! . . .
Our cold, wan child stood eager-eyed, We could not even put a stone,
Until some menial waved aside To show where Willie lies alone !
He, wishing fether a good-night, Why doth this mother of the free
Kissed the written words, she said, Let her strong sons with cruel glee
Ere softly slept the curly head. Crush weak sisters at her knee ?
Ah ! and now the boy is gone !— Set thine own house in order then —
We could not even put a stone ! Go and preach to evil men !
Once more we have our cheerful home, This gangrene of the Commonweal,
Around the window roses blow ;
This prime injustice of the world.
I see my Mary fair as foam, That drones, who waste the wealth, may
Blithely singing, come and go. steal
While rosed with health the children roam. . . From makers, to the dunghill hurled. . . .
Now we are ground 'twixt two millstones . Ah, many hearts will founder and
. . fail
The man that wrings the murderous rent. Before these noble aims prevail ! . . .
Yet shelters not the naked bones (Not violence the cause will serve,
Cooped in his plague-fraught tenement, For blood and iron breed their kin ;
And vampires who suck sleek content Yet the serried ranks ne'er swerve,
From human anguish, tears, and groans, Armed Force and Fraud, Law-masquing
Clutch the fruit of our life's toil. Sin ! . . .)
Lest man- mills stop the labour cruel. They tear their way forth to the end,
And cease with Death unequal duel. Toward which by vital growth we tend ;
Shall we, chained starvelings, go, buy law. Yea, war may plant good laws, free states
To save us from the robber's claw ? One cuts the knot in desperate straits.
Law is a cumbrous thing to move ;
. . . My comrades yonder at the club
It will not come and help for love ! Willmake short work of these that rob,—
Buy women to starve at '
market-price,' While we prepare the general mind,
Gallio-Law, with looks of ice. Uur best- beloved rot here and perish. . . .
Smiles placid ; poor man, steal a crust, watch no more these millstones grind
I'll
To feed them, Jefferies, judge most just. The tender hearts and lives I cherish ! . . .
Thee, wrath-red, into gyves will thrust. That robber's rent was in arrear ;
'
Church and State will guard,' saith he, He came with flint-face, cane, black coat,
'
The sacred rights of property !
Would fling us on the street yea, here. ;
England wrestles for tlie slave Shook my poor Mary, white with fear
Enthralled beyond the alien wave ;
No strength was mine to clutch his throat
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—— "
! ! ! ; ! !
Rich sick folk may lie abed, Do ye not hear low thunders rumble.
Or fly from our black smoke and snows Ere, lightning-struck, the fabric crumble ?
To where blue air and ocean wed. . . . Your marts are thronged, luxurious, bright,
Man's right we are powerless to assert it,
! Your magic moons confound the night,
And man himself is God-deserted ! Yet marbled warehouse, palace height.
. What use to watch slow murder done
. . Grey minster that hath borne the brunt
On wife, and babe, and little son Of Time's long battle, all confront
"
When near me glides Oblivion ? Shame, grim Nakedness, and Want
While close-shut doors of secret sin
So, while the indifferent body rolls,
Open upon hell-flames within!
With other things that have no souls,
On the blind tide to random goals,
Hearken how grand organ strains
!
Amid the animated stir ... Is their a worse hell over there ?
Of throngs that leave a theatre ;
Well-dressed men cab and carriage call. The holly and the mistletoe
Round white shoulders fold the shawl. Cheer our banquet, wine-cups flow.
Praise or blame what box or stall Light laughter bubbles o'er the bowl,
Observed of acted joy or grief. And we forget no Christmas dole
Carelessly, with comment brief Yet our grief-burdened sisters die
Civic, or military pomp, Around us in slow agony.
Massed colour, banner, drum and trump. While we are ringing in the morn
Court dames in well-appointed carriages, When man's Deliverer was born ; . . .
Wherein, as in some magic glass, Pale Mary toils ; her hollow eyes
Ye may foresee your triumph pass. Are patient, mild, of heavenly blue ;
He will endure their cruel wrong " ! For I am poor Myself, you know ;
Although no human lips were stirred Yet in the end all makes, not mars
Christ came, in vision, to the dying, I vindicate his human place
Led by the hand their own lost child ; For every member of My race ;
He saith :
" Love justifies relying Let every manhood find free scope !
Near Willie the boy kept his place, They call indeed upon My name ;
But fearless looked into the Face But their proud Christ with crown and flame
That seemed to him one pure embrace. Is another, not the same.
" Love justifieth your relying, I made known a suffering God ;
And poured contempt on human pride. Justice, not almsgiving, they need.
Pale and suffering His air. God with conscience dowered you,
From sympathy with our despair ; With more than in mere Nature grew ;
— "
When God hath changed your counte- Come, dear child, more close to me !
They shrinking wither up, nor linger They come and go upon the wind :
Even as when, writing with His finger, " Peace and goodwill to all mankind !"
POEMS
FIRST PUBLISHED IN
THE "CANTERBURY POETS" SERIES
; ! ; !;
Over where the clear laughing water races, Call young flowers in the wildwood.
Where the herbs are all like delicate laces ?
Are ye in love with one another's faces ? We are glad you are here again lovely and gay,
Flowers of the wildwood, tell me Dull was the winter when you were away ;
singing,
Budding leaves with a magical melody ringing,
Many daintily - formed green leaves have Flowers faint censers of odour swinging ;
Frail white stars of the wildwood ! Sing heigh sing ho for the woodland
! ! !
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; ! ! ! ! — ! ! ;
The ground I walked on felt like air, For the rose-covers, all alive with song,
Airs buoyant with the year's young mirth ; Flash with it, plain now low and long ;
The down lay,a long wave of earth On clear air melody leans and floats ;
And a still green foam of woods rose high The blithe-winged minstrel merrily moves,
Over the hill-line into the sky. Dim bushes burn with mystical loves
In meadowy pasture browse the kine,
Thin wheat-blades colour a brown plough- Lo ! I arrive I immersed in green,
line ;
Where the wood divides, though barely
Fresh rapture of the year's 5-oung joy seen,
Was in the unfolded luminous leaf, A nest in one of the blue leaf-rifts !
And birds that shower as they toy There over the border a bird uplifts
Melodious rain that knows not grief, Her downy head, billed, luminous-eyed ;
A song-maze where my heart in bliss Behold the chosen one, the bride I
Lay folded, like a chrysalis. And the singer, he singeth by her side.
They allured my feet far into the wood, Leap, heart be aflame with them loud, not
! !
Where a wonderful garden-party of flowers. With human loves acclaim and hail
Laughing sisterhood under the trees, The holy lore of the nightingale
Dancing merrily, played with the bees ;
All gave me welcome " No noise," they Where the billow-bathed shell-floor
;
Like a shy light over the bole and root " ; Ere your senses wholly fail.
And they blew in the delicate air for flute. We will tell you a wondrous tale.
! ! ; ! ; ! "
! ;
O YEARS! 457
Where years might ne'er deflower his youth. " I, the Mother mild.
Nor wither slowly with no ruth ;
Hush thee, my child.
While our kind fair Hylas took Forget the voices wild !
You are young, and you are old. With my true love at play.
You are warm, and you are cold. O years, years, years.
Never wearying we sing. Who were all one May !
45^' DYING
Lightly light young leaves By still water they would rest,
DYING
Find the birthplace of sweet Love ;
They are waiting on the shore All our fairest gifts may go,
For the bark to take them home Yet will He immortal prove.
They will toil and grieve no more Fairest of all gods we know !
To the realms that only seem. Though all the singing choirs be gone.
Love himself will linger on.
Your eyes, like stars in a well's clear gloom, Toward thee, wild Treryn Dinas, oft I
merge
All in mild manners, yet there do not fail
Ancestral hero hearts and lives to urge
Their native virtue, that will never pale BALLAD OF THE DEAD MONK;
In any strait, nor cringe, nor need to wear a
veil.
OR, BROTHER BENEDICT
The noble proud served lowlily, For evil life now reaps reward,
With thoughts that self-enfold. Hell-fire my sins inherit.
. . . Yet under the monk's shadowy cowl. Witch banquets with no name !
XVIII XXVI
" Mine own unquenchable desire, " Avaunt, foul torturers, in the Name
Ambition, lust, consumes. Of Him who died on cross !
Clothes me with a shirt of fire Now will I lead thee from thy shame,
I mourn among the tombs." Although thou suffer loss.
XXVII
. The phantom words were like a wail " Fly with me where the healing streams
. .
Resuming, " May your prayer prevail Where leafy groves with birds and beams
To loose me from my fault " I
Melodiously blend."
XXVIII
XXIX
Transfigured was the common boy.
A monk affirmed he saw and heard
The form grew radiant
A semblance in the air,
;
XXIII
XXXI
'*
In that black bitter night of snow ;
She came, the woman he did wound,
So faint I scarce may move Lay weeping on his breast
Food, shelter, clothes, were mine with you ;
She loosed him, in the grave-clothes bound.
And more you gave me love. — And lulled despair to rest.
XXXII
" You took me home, and by your side Intent the straining senses drank
Set in my rags and dirt, Looks, words, of soft repose,
You found me friends ; I early died ; And then poor eyelids gently sank.
My father none shall hurt. As when Love's fingers close.
XXXIII
" Thou father of my heart, so dear ! Each awed own
cell hath gone
to his ;
Yet I may use the Name they fear. The dead are sleeping still as stone ;
That fell on Keats, the singer, doth illume Wander through the lordly halls
Our night of life above the noblest word Echoing their lone foot-falls,
Of noblest poet ;
yet I love the boy Singing songs that charm and cheer,
Who sang and suffered, saw the glorious sight Warbled for no mortal ear
Behind the poor appearance, child of light, Yet if one surprise their scope,
Told some of his high vision, nursed a joy He will be blessed beyond all hope.
With gold embossed, rich broidery. Bring the light, oar-dripping boat I
;; ! ;; ! ! ; ;
Here's rare fretwork, hued like wine, WTiile the centuries rolled by,
More richly gemmed than storied shrme, Slow-fashioned there in irony
Or monstrance clear piscina pool
;
Of Gothic minster, Gothic creed,
With fair)- lives made beautiful, Human worship, human need ;
Finely frilled, and delicate tinted, For there the wind sings all the psalms.
Whose tender fresh green ferns above There unseen they hold high revel.
Fair traces of their blithe swift feet Spire with pinnacle confused
In heaved long floating lines you meet, Were ne'er for human worship used ;
Within the surges hold high revel. Jamb, soffit, frieze, and architrave,
All unaware of good or evil, For giant porches of the wave.
But what they do in that dim court The huge pile leans to view the sky,
Is known to them who there resort. And all his mighty lines awry
And to none other the rude arch,
;
Reveal the mountain-irony
Sacred to their sounding march, So some huge Pagan, masked as priest
Leans back upon the sheer grey crag. Stand revealed a Bacchanal
Loud haunt of sea-bird, mer, and shag.
Or gulls that gleam in poised flight . Here a boy who sought a nest
. .
And the wild billows o'er it leapt. Ask of the restless surge, or the wild bird.
Who are made free of them, who wander ever
Still they allure me, still they call Unchallenged in and out the sombre halls.
Into their storm-moulded hall! And corridors roofed over with wan cloud,
Ceiled with the storm-drift Hurrying ! —
vapours gleam
Anon with slant pale shafts from the veiled
THE SPIRIT OF STORM sun.
Hail, royal ocean! in thy presence-chamber Watery pour
rays, that faintly fitful
Dear as are human hearts, I am at home And warm this ardent beam from forth my-
heart.
Sheltered within a cleft of the tall crag. That blesseth and illumineth with love,
Granite of many delicate tints, I hear Beloved birds your multitudinous cry.
!
The wind's vast voice make chorus with the Music I dearly cherish far inland ;
Far as the weary wandering eyes can range. How the unfettered sweep of his poised pinion
Save for one ghostlike, mist-enshrouded isle Vies in majestic freedom with the fall
There in the ofting, and more nigh at hand, Of a blown billow in mid-ocean, driven,
Yon brown sail of the bark that brought me Fierce-hounded by the blast the roller bows !
By treachery struck, fell, royal-robed, a king. Have counterparts more terrible within ;
So swings, so falls, the Atlantic wave to ruin. Those rend the body, these lay waste the
Smitten by immense vans of the strong south- soul.
west ;
For all is noble and grand about the sea. One sees his brethren crushed to earth
and maimed,
O hymn sublime, confounded, infinite Tortured, and slowly ground to powder,
Of Tempest, how the chaos in my soul starved.
Responds to your appeal, and drifts with Harried by hard Vicissitude, or Man
cloud More cruel then he questions, doubts,
;
love,
To whom he hands in prayer,
lifted childish
The old-world order passeth, and the new Through a long life, and, dying, leaned upon.
And what is duty, what is only pleasure. I send my spirit adrift upon the storm,
In the uncertain glimmer who can tell ? Careering along the triumph of the blast,
Tumultuous conflicts in the elements Exultant ! well I know the living God,
2 G
" ; ! ; !
Kaised to a higher excellence wise measures, : Not Force nor Chance unfathomable then
; ;
With blind experiment, crude theory That all-wise Will, that moral character.
Of men who deem that they initiate. By the plumb-line of our intelligence.
Yea, feel in them the mystical free-will,
Though whirled in broad winds of seonian I fling my heart abroad on waves of
motion. pleasure,
Wheeled in predestined orbits round their For pleasure is a very friend of man
sun, And yet would moderate, would guide my
Man.
All issue in the nobler type of course,
Lo the World-Soul commandeth to emerge
! A calm, strong switnmer ; with a modern
From dead, resolved, more simple forms the mind
higher Float in the turbulence of revolution.
Through pain, defect, death, folly, sorrow, Challenge outworn, intolerable Wrong,
sin, That may have been for olden times fair
From thee the whisper, never disobeyed, . . . Huge purple phantoms, ash-pale
" Advance a pace into the Infinite ; wings, wan, wide.
Claim young dominions from the formless Are marshalled as for conflict ; and they
Deep !
move
For Man is child of Nature ; on her breast outline deep
Momently changing their weird ;
He lieth ; she feeds him ; body feeds and Growls a far thunder lo a sudden glare ; !
From her more large, her all-involving soul. Reflects pearl, Tyrian dyes, chalcedony,
Change wells from dark unfathomable Founts And opal, from the interspaces, clear
Of Love and Wisdom other, more than ours A moment, shining, delicately veiled.
Ours a poor rill from these and therefore we ;
Must fail to comprehend them yet we know The people now begin to reach warm hands
;
Wisdom and Love are by the Antagonist Of fellowship athwart the estranging bounds
Absorbed, assimilated in farworlds Of sea and land, for mutual defence
Beyond our knowledge ; though we travel Against the common tyrant, who can crush
thither. Them jealous, disunited, one by one.
For mutual service are the countries linked
But who of us that loved would murder By thrilling nerves electric how they flash ;
Hurry the many-languaged throngs from All are in Him, and He abides in all.
Of seeming at cross-purposes
tissue, ;
Keen glances filled them gazing, I beheld
;
And so the Race, through varying minds and The Empyrean wholly clear of cloud.
wills. All azure, save for what appeared the wing
And clashing ends of personality, Of a great Angel, guardian over all,
Grows to one Body, after that
Type, fair Plumy, and soft, and full-irradiate,
In the eternal mind of the Most High. Reaching athwart wide heaven until it ;
grew
For me, I would be faithful, point the way To some celestial armour, like chain- mail ;
To heights communing with ethereal worlds, Only the links were tender down, with blue
Though myself should stumble on the spurs
I Between the interstices mild ocean under
;
F'ar under; yet in face of all their clamour Mirrored blue air, and alabaster cloud ;
Would save the Good uninjured ; but the Ark It seemed as calm indeed as when oi old
Is God's, not mine ; the whole wide world One stilled the angry waves on Galilee !
MY SEA
MY SEA, MY SEA Ah ! the fault is all in me,
Who seek what here never be.may
MY SEA, my sea ! Who adore ethereal dreams,
From east to west thou callest me, That lend our earth few fleeting gleams
From east to west I follow thee ; And yet I know one glimpse of Love
1of the homeless heart go home Is more than mines or treasure trove ;
To hear thy lullaby of foam, But he hath swift wings like a dove ;
Involveth, and thou callest me ; But when Love flieth, when he fadeth.
There's little human left so true Pain grows for something that degradeth ;
As thy deep billowy breast of blue Thy shores are flecked with crimson weed.
To lay the weary head upon, But Love's with drops from hearts that bleed ;
Ideemed I could not smile again. Rebel, salute Who did endure
They ask why —
since I set my dwell- Unmurmuring give blow for blow,
;
But, O my sea, my sea ! Gold, pomp, revenge, the sword, the drum.
Mystic voices summon me, Scorn flaunted full by Christendom,
And, like a weeping child, I come In face of Him we feign to follow.
O sheen elusive, fluctuant foam And worship with lip-service hollow !
Where you sing your lullaby, Yet why take this mean Man for God,
There to live, or there to die. Unless for His poor, dark abode,
471
! ! ! " — ;
We are captive, who would fain be free 1 My rival I slew, and the bride is my own
Soul of my soul, O Lord, deliver me! Warm bosom to bosom, hot mouth unto
mouth,
We are flying to lovelier lands of the
South. ..."
WILD LOVE ON THE SEA " Nay, the sky's growing darker, I fain would
"
return
"O SING to me, sing to me, foam of the
" Your doubts are too late, love, your scruple
Sea,
I spurn ;
away.
My sails are less white than your bosom or
hand, NOCTURNE
We will sail on for ever afar from the land.
At the close of a day in December
I went by the winter sea,
" O dotards may mumble their winterly talk.
And my soul was a fading ember
But the young joy of living their age may
In abysms of immensity.
not baulk.
We shall soon be beyond their bleak Northerly Then God spake out of the gloaming.
Clime, Where the wave gave over strife.
Who fain would persuade us that love is a And fell, wan, feeble, and foaming
My boat is a rare one, she swims like a With carol of bird and breeze !
Ha! what if the roar on the reefs may be He fell through the leafless trees,
AT PORTHCURNO 473
Do the life and the work fail wholly The presence of the child
For a man who hath lived and loved ? That made my world so fair
Through the joy and the melancholy From whose frame undefiled
With finishing hand God moved. The soul fled otherwhere !
Hear voices calling, " Come, And mine are a few hearts who love
To rest beneath the foam !
More than wastes of foam that rove !
Soft, fertile gold fills every flower, From their flag no fiend may sever ;
Limbs are white and warm and fine. Royal on their lowly bed !
Love is more than mantling wine. England on their heart they bore
All or nothing, lady mine !
Wound in emblems of Her glory.
She remembers them in story.
June 1889. Weeping for Isandula
! ; — —— ; — ;
MIDNIGHT 475
I cower beneath the infinite. Poor broken wrecks of Love and Joy
Unseen one paces by my side. Lie stranded on the shores of Time
The past gone far beyond recall Our Reason, a fool's broken toy,
Where now the laughter, joy, and pride, Once loomed so wondrous and sublime !
Of life before the autumn fall ? Weak feet are ours yon heights to climb.
My heart lies under a dull pall. And O what puny hands to span
Dear forms and voices of my dead !
Twin spheres of nature, and of man !
Restore them, O thou milky way ! One treads an insect into earth
Serene you shine, though they are fled ! —
Unheeding ne'er a jest nor jeer
The maze of worlds, cold, awful, grey, Yet some inviolable hearth
Abides unchanged, but where are they ? Of private conscious life was here !
I cower beneath chill eyes unmoved, High Mundane Powers mock man's despair,
And like a lost child weeping go : Who recked not even what we were.
May hearts once loving and beloved But crushed us in their awful mirth.
Be nought, while ye are all aglow ? Young Love, who leaps to life like Rhine,
Nor you, nor them, nor self I know. Child of the hills, reverberates morn,
Where are they ? only wild winds wail. With laughter and with joy divine,
Or wander moaning on the wold : Exulting only to be born ;
Far surges on the rocks are rolled : He crowned, abounding, feeds with corn
Gloom-involving mind will fail, The races, warms their hearts with wine,
And the warmest heart lie cold. Yet the Life that blest the lands
O whelming wilderness of stars. Dies dwindled in ignoble sands I
Reign yonder ? all-devouring gloom She heard the parting horse's feet.
Demands my soul to feed the tonib ! He serves the milk from door to door.
They darting rays of varied splendour The milkman his well-trusted friend ;
Once more I hear their voices say, O power tremendous, dire and dark,
" Well-loved faces fade away : From Whom we all derive this breath,
"
We shall be like these one day ! (He slays, and He delivereth !)
; ! — ! ; !!
476 MIDNIGHT
Men owe Thee life and strength and IfOne who bore the wide world's pain
food Heartbroken, blest and trusted God,
Thou Thou canst bind
canst loose, and ! I may look up and smile again.
Vet I will Thee good,
not call Kiss the plague-enravelled rod.
And I dare not call Thee kind And follow where the Master trod.
Until Thou deafen and make blind ! Surely each is kin to all,
With Demon's heart, that pumps black Should worlds, gods, demons, aught appal
blood ? ^^^lo knows himself a conscious soul ?
With and accident,
sin, disease, Give me but time, no bounds may thrall
Thou doest what the murderer doth ! One who hath God Himself for goal
Amid wrecked trains burnt, scalded, rent, Ah, solitudes immense, profound!
Thou mangiest babes of cherished growth And lonelier solitudes within !
Yoked to Hell's triumphal car All the discord, all the din
Toil we, prisoners of war ? Of acity's moil and sin
Ah, longer than my peers forlorn, Heard from a tower or higher ground.
I held to what appeared firm hold. Blend to one great ocean-sound ;
But now wild winds and waves have So from memories are lost
sworn All we gladly would forget ;
And summons from the pleasant bowers. No dishonouring care can stain,
Dare not forecast the Future know — The Ideal only rule and reign " !
And sword
kiss the terrible red !
And surely Love will reunite
Far throned hidden eternal state.
in Who wander sundered here in night
Though wingless, desolate, she roam. Surely Love will lead them home,
The Soul hath chosen all Her fate. However far afield they roam !
Where iron cliffs flank, they Safe here will you be, love,
Rush athwart one another. From seas that aspire ;
478 TO
O God, O God, the duty is too hard
TO Ever, on every hand. Thy citadel to guard !
TO
lyre
Hath left me darkling, and hath risen higher As one who rideth pale and weary
I pray thee, comrade, to abide below !
Through a barren lonely land
While the dull horizons dreary
With and with the Poet's heart
tuneful voice, Around, one solitude, expand
You and gladden our sad time.
sing to heal Finds unaware a limpid spring
With Mary you have chosen the better part, Of warbling water on the way.
Shedding soul-rays upon our weary clime ; Lovely home of flower and wing,
Neither your friend will yield you, nor your Gentle bird and flitting jay ;
Art Parched lips unto the fountain cling.
He needs yourself, and she requires your In those wan eyes there dawns a ray,
rhyme. New life to languid limbs they bring,
Chill October yields to May :
Ere in the sunshine of thine eyes In thy large, thy limpid eyes
I fade, nor leave a trace ! The labyrinthine mysteries.
Weeping warm and gentle rain. The organised high strain reverted
You would even embrace your bane. To formless murmur whence it rose.
Wanting only to sustain ! The hearer's heart dropped disconcerted.
Roused by wrong, the starry dream The flower withered to a close ;
Faint memory of a dreamborn tune, The human soul with nature mated,
Muflled low the music sounded. Who lives to organise the whole.
But the same air, reforming soon, That would fain evade control
More lovely, ever more abounded. So the God grows formed within us.
Broke bonds wherein the silence wound it, And without us in the world ;
From hidden orchestras that mould it, And our weary wings unfurled
Assumed a more majestic state. Young, unwearying, unhasting.
Labyrinthine flower unfolded Fulfil their high emprise, while resting.
The flower-terraced shore ; but pinion Their dewy bosoms while they charm the
Of the eagle-music sank ;
bowers.
Fell from that sublime dominion. And gaily set a-swinging many a spray
; ;;; ; ;;
So that I wish for my dear dead a dwelling The storm's might, wrestling with the strength
No lovelier than this lovely land of mine of crowned
When Spring arrives, and waves her wand, Tall forest kings, and bowed their pride at
compelling last.
A million blades and blooms to rise and shine Yonder a piteous sight upon the ground !
Yea, from sere leaf-lace, humid mould sweet- Huge oak that would nor bend nor break,
smelling, uprooted,
Life-feeding generations of the dead. Though with prodigious talons it grasped
Beauty and health are nourished with young earth,
joy. Deepbased in Night ; as high in Day fair-
Whose leaf's a triple heart ; babe roseleaves Dowered with a home inalienable from birth.
toy whose fall was
It seemed for ever here ;
curly ;
fair face
Ruffled, fresh green leaf-sister calls to brother; Peers now 'mid those great rent roots naked
The warm South shepherds showers mild laid.
Any divine what feeling saddens, cheers, But yonder ants with their economies
What mind informs the inarticulate clan ? Are every whit as wonderful as man !
Nay, they are resting on their own calm For note how each his proper function plies.
Stern, strong resolve fade out to halt, blind From fountain-stems of pining low and long
madness. Flies many-spangling rapture rich and rare.
Their peers in age beheld the Red King The solemn-pillared aisles are misty-dim
droop, With distance ; their moss waves are green
His heart stilled by a random-glancing dart. and brown
While pulsing with hot life, and loud with All blends with the sweet mood of her and
hope him,
Beheld the royal jester, lewd and swart, Whose fair young forms are lying listless
Cower 'mid their boughs from that rough down
Roundhead troop. Under a forest lord of giant limb,
Questing like sleuthhounds under their green His dragon roots around their beauty thrown.
heart They leaned anear a stately tower of beech.
Saw Henry hide his Rose-of-all-the-world Against a caverned ruin of old oak.
In bowers like these, lest Eleanor discover Where nestling very closely each to each,
The adored and dainty morsel closely curled They were so happy that they seldom spoke,
Away from her, fierce wedded hawk a-hover. Silently waiting for dear Love to teach ;
He found her slain, the nest to ruin hurled, Whose breath was gentler than mild airs
Then raving anguish burned the royal lover. that woke
! — ! ! ; — ; ; ;
Whatever sword unseen be hanging over. So God, the woodman, clears the space He
Fine limbs, fair undulating delicate flesh. lacks
Invite to joy the solitude allows, Among His men and women, too abounding;
While vital sap that rises pure and fresh To warm Himself the human faggot stacks.
Challenging calls the kindred blood which Is it Dame Nature's frolic thus to dangle
flows She who made us knows we can't resist?
Baits
In their warm veins sun weaves a glowing Set Conscience and blind Passion all a-jangle,
;
skin ;
mangle ?
From Pleasure's mantling bowl the ripe lips Nay, for Her mills use bad and good for
quaft"; grist
Some soft grey down, blood-reddened; an Of life and song in those twinned hearts ;
Her, stately curtseying dusk waves they kiss, For now no dear enchantment of Love's
;
A misty phantom brood ; she deemed they But they have drunken Time's belittling
spake, potion,
" Poor child ! and can you hesitate to come, And through once warm veins creeps the
When Love and your cruel race forsake.
all wintry frost
"
Where kind Oblivion offers you a home ? Of age, indifference, disillusionment,
The tall grey heron in chill twilight stands Wrath, hate ; each droopeth, a tired haggard
Unmoved as stump or stone, until it hears ghost
A plash, a human cry ; the form expands Poor cankering cares for trivial things had
Wide wings a grey ; ghost flies ; she dis- blent
appears ;
With these to wither hopeful buds that, lost,
The water-rings grow large. Can ne'er form fruit now ; so, wan eyes
— One roamed the strands, downbent,
Days after, a young man beset with fears They fare upon life's dreary barren road,
For her strange flight he saw above the water
; Snows of deep winter on bowed heads and
At dusk a pale light by the sighing grove ;
hearts,
Upon him wandering the labourer's daughter. As on bare-boughs that groan beneath their
Though she loved a young noble ; her self- A winged green seedling from its blind abode
slaughter Of burial in kind earth ; and sleep imparts
Will soon be plain when that dread treasure- For renovation rest the workworn dead, ;
An awful formless burden which was youth, Unwearying ; and hearts who once were wed
Inanimate dim chaos which was joy ! (So Faith low-breathes, with strangling
doubts at strife),
For all change, failure, torpor, wounds that
But ah, the cruel vision, void of ruth, bled,
Shifts now the scene, to show love's brittle toy In sunnier climes will grow true man and wife.
Broken, 'mid direr death's-heads of dull truth ! What shocks the best in us can ne'er be true,
See those once lovely lovers walk the earth. Nor aught unlovely, save in outward seeming
Still side by side, for both are living yet. These are the larval Virtues that endue
Yea, they were married but the morning ;
Slow ripening perfections richly teeming ;
Hath yielded to chill rain, and dull regret. But Sense may prove less near the Truth
In the gaunt winter woodlands there is dearth than Dreaming.
UNPUBLISHED POEMS
I
— , ; ;
UNPUBLISHED POEMS
you both.
No famous man hath ended better God ;
Dearest lady, loved of all, Approveth, and thy comrade honours thee.
Gifts undying, rich and true True child of ocean, whom wild wind and
O'er thy paih kind Heaven let fall, wave
More than fading flowers we strew Bronzed with much kissing, claiming for
their own ;
Take her, Bridegroom, shield her well, For such as you, one warfare grim and long
Treasure of ours resigned to thee ; With famine, daily want of those who lean
On you both Christ's blessing dwell On you for daily needs, your children, wives ;
Startle not, but closer cling For niggard Life had used thee hardly Death ;
WRECK
Upon the stairway, in my private chamber ;
I hear that rhythmic breathing of the sea Ah me, the pain, the triumph ends.
!
And evermore the surge repeats thy name. And we shall meet as merely friends.
Even so Achilles mourned his friend
Patroclus,
So Alexander wept Hephaestion.
SEABIRD OF THE BROKEN
O may thy soul repose in peace, my friend,
WING
Nor any troubled dream disturb thy rest ;
Seabird of the broken wing.
But from a maze of tranquil reverie
For you no more wild wandering
May one remembrance, light as a rose- Soaring heart and tameless eye
petal.
Woo passionately sea and sky ;
Float to my world and wandering to me Even as of old you long to fly ;
Night's wild whirled gulfs enfold her. One light indeed it is,
Go home, dear hearts, in peace One bent o'er his dead darling wild,
Athwart the twilit land ;
P'ound the sun grown cold and dim ;
From yon far village school they come, Soft eyes within the woodland scene,
Blithe babbling like two rills. Dewy, gleaming, open stilly,
Violet, bird, celandine,
Anemone, primrose, lentlily.
Earth shines and sparkles to the sun,
Blue airs are keen and bright
Winter was the nursing-time
The children's shadows while they run
For bird, for delicate leaf or flower ;
Grow long behind their flight.
Souls lie darkling now, their prime
Yet lingers full-unfolding power
;
No mother's help is nigh ! Thk last of all our mighty bards is low,
And who is leftto wear the conqueror's
crown ?
As robin buried under leaves
Bays all too ample for a lesser brow.
Lost babes within the wood,
I mourn the Master- singer and the friend.
Snowflake a winding sheet soft weaves In at the oriel, as he passed, the moon
For these, the pure and good. Shone at her full ; the stars looked but no
;
light
Now they are lying breast to breast, Kindled by human hands confused the beam
Poor fluttered hearts are still Wherewith God ushered him to worlds un-
Silent songs, the joy that found her, The eagle soul of Byron from our ken
Awaking from the sleep that bound her ;
In yon far land, -in Greece, with birth-throes
Of revolution, 'mid the clash and clang Bucolic men, dry humour in their talk.
Of turbulent war, was emblem meet for him, His flowing music haunts the murmuring
Who from hot heart and idol-shattering soul grove.
Rolled the wild torrent of impetuous song, Full-flowered meadow, fields alive with corn,
'Whelming old landmarks ; exile young and The gentle hills and dewy vales we love,
broken, Where dainty, delicate birdnotes meander,
Whose dying lips might frame not their last With lyric warble of the woodland rill.
wish More subtle-toned than bird, or rippling rill,
To that one hired dependent ah not so ; ! This human strain of Tennysonian song.
Our later master, Tennyson, went forth Our loveliest looser of brief flights of song.
From us but now for he, from that pure
;
Free-floater of toy navies of light ditty
home Was he, on whose deep, ample-bosomed river
Deserved success had made for him, went Of clearest English undefiled there shine
forth, Barges rich wrought from realms of old
Whispering words of love from his true heart Romance,
To her true heart who loved him through the Carrying goodly crews of armoured men,
years. With armour chased, enamelled in bright
One hand on the dear volume he had opened, hues.
His Shakespeare; slept, well worn with noble Fair dames in samite raimented ; the knights
use, Have port of heroes ; holy fires illume
Gently as when a child he fell asleep, Their eyes, on quests ideal bound behold ; !
His mother keeping her love-vigil o'er him. Guinevere, Arthur, Galahad and poised ;
Then the moon hallowed that sublime repose, Over fantastic gold of dragon-prows
As of pale marble in cathedral gloom. A wondrous Vision, like the Holy Grail
From sorrow-rended, living human heart Didst Thou not drive us where we trod ?
Disturbs that even flow of the wan water,
And some far sound of rapids breaks the
calm. In tear-choked accents hear him tel'
Then wails a dirge of solemn measured How, coming from the iron road
woe, That morning home to where they dwell
And wildered question ;
yon dark Infinite, In their small orchard-girt abode.
With subtly-woven mysteries of cloud.
Descends within the bosom of the wave, His wife and family, he learned
And hallowed Wisdom finds her dwelling From her that something ailed their Rose :
risen
You can bring me up my tea,
Upon our Bard's last slumber ! lo ! how grand Then take our Rosy from my bed."
He lies, pale marble, warrior gone to rest,
But four bare hours of sleep are all
Black-bearded, stately-featured, lofty-browed,
The weary signalman can steal
The long life-battle fought, the victory won.
For then he hears his wife loud call
I deem the Fates were very hard At once, and come to wife," he sues ;
Referring to the railway accident at Thirsk, But, after having urged his suit.
Home again with quickened pace
; : " ! —
'
He walks to comfort his poor Jane, Head fallen on his arms he sleeps,
And find a neighbour to sup with her By the gleaming, levered frame ;
That night, in case the expected train A needle clicks, the clock's hand creeps,
Should bring no mother hastening thither, ; Flaps the cabin's coalfire flame.
For his post, the signal box Who voyage in yon cars of doom ?
Tries to think of trains, and lever,
Or little Rose so sudden taken, Soon they will meet dear friends, they
•"'
With earthquake tread rushed past " ; I bless The Expess the Expess what's!
!
' that
The Lord because so clear doth seem you say ?
'
Don't tand there. Daddy, on the tack !
The signals in
;
my
I
Which, finding the line blocked, stood still. My mate at Otterington ! O God !
Threefold at tail of it, that feigns, Scotch train, — and have never sent
I
Could see those three red baleful eyes Every pang their hearts endure
Slow, murderously slink to gloom . . .
Never surmising whom we meet, Wherewith our common ways are rife,
Sit near Him at the social meal In frank swift yielding health —yea, life
Conversing, and yet never feel Of one who champions a high cause,
The Royal Birth he would conceal. Or saves a victim from the paws
! !
Every calling, every trade, Thy worn heart in the Syrian tomb,
Claimeth honour of His aid ;
Hasten, Lord to rend the gloom
!
;
Well indeed for one who can For Love to build upon the site
Discern the face of God in man A worthier world for Love's delight ?
NOTES
2 I
) — —
NOTES
I. It may be said by somebody that I have Geography of Inner Africa, Journal R. Geog.
I
its eastern limit, while Burton's Cameroons of whose very remarkable and daring explora-
Mountain, with the mountains Du Chaillu tions has been recently published. I am of
saw, form its western. But, at any rate, the course aware that Livingstone did not really
most recent discoveries seem to indicate that know of the latter. It is indeed sad to think
the Karagw6 highlands also send out branches how near the two travellers were to one another
southward. These flank Tanganyika, and run when both were turned bacK.
down to the west of Lake Bangweolo or
Bemba, afterwards trending off again south 5. I do not deem
this inconsistent with
of the same lake to enclose lakes Nyassa and Livingstone's large, though reverent and
Shirwa (see Keith Johnston's Map of Living- evangelical, utterance respecting the death of
stone's discoveries). The high plateau of Sebituane. (See " Missionary Travels. ")
Lobisa, where the river Chambezi probably
takes its rise, may on this view be considered 6. A
bird of Ashantee with brilliant red
as belonging to the same system. But there plumage. This vision is suggested by de-
are north and south coast ranges inosculating scriptions given of African races that practise
with these latitudinal mountains— while pos- human sacrifice e.g. those of Ashantee and
sibly neither Abyssinian highlands on the one Dahomey.
hand, nor heights enclosing Albert Nyanza
on the other, ought to be regarded as cut 7. The negroes can hardly conceive of death,
off from them. Where Livingstone's "four in the case of young persons, without supposing
fountains of Herodotus" (which he was so it brought about by some malignant enchant-
keen to seems indeed to be still a
find) are, ment. They believe themselves surrounded by
moot point — like
most matters connected with all kinds of spiritual agencies, good and bad
Central African geography. and, though their ideas about spiritual matters
are vague and variable enough, they are often
2. Livingstone's discoveries remarkably con- found 10 hold a somewhat crude form of the
firmed Sir R. Murchison's theories as to the doctrine of transmigration.
—
geological condition of .South Africa for he
found no evidences of marine formations, 8. The medicine-man or magician is relied
which would be found if the land had been on to point out who have bewitched the dead
submerged, as other continents have been, — which affords him ample scope for malignity.
since the oldest secondary era of geologists. He makes each victim drink the ordeal poison
In his books may be read his statements of (various plants are used the Mauve, the —
fact, and his inferences on these matters. Mboujidou, &c. then if the poison takes
) ;
The great lakes that, at the time of the deposi- effect, the popular v;jice decides tiiat the person
tion of the oldest secondary strata, were much is truly guilty, and the tribe despatch him or
larger than at present, have been let out, he her with knives. It is said that the old
believes, by fissures suddenly opened in the rascal has some by the knowledge of
secret,
flanking ranges, as at the Falls of Mosi- which he renders the poison innocuous to
oa-tunya. (See Murchison on the Physical himself.
!; a
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9. This anecdote is told in Livingstone's necessary to enable him to go from Linyanti
first great book of missionary travels and it — to the West Coast, and afterwards to the East.
was by the imperfectly healed fracture of the Without these " niggers," who urged him and
bone of his left arm that the remains brought —
helped him to explore to open a highway for
over to England were identified on their arrival commerce and Christianity he could have —
as those of Livingstone Sir W. Ferguson
; done nothing.
making the examination in the presence of
the Rev. Dr. Moffat, Dr. Kirk, Mr. Webb of 14. This was the little ship Livingstone
Newstead, and Mr. Waller, who had formerly built with the j/^6ooo derived from the sale of
seen Livingstone's injured arm. his first book for the steamer sent by Govern-
;
sured him of the falsehood of the traitor Musa's afterwards through the bankruptcy of
lost this
fabricated report respecting Livingstone's mur- the banker with whom it was deposited.
—
der by the Ma-Zitu said to have taken place
in 1866. Sir R. Murchison, doubting the re- 15. See Irving's " Life of Columbus."
port, as President of the Royal Geographical
Society, together with the Council, sent out 16. A kind of cuckoo, so called by the
Mr. E. Young to ascertain the truth. He natives.
proved a most competent leader. The native
woman who spoke of this dog said, laughing, 17. This was before Stanley explored the
"it seemed to have two tails" and the Rev. — north of Tanganyika with Livingstone, and
Mr. Waller afterwards suggested an expla- found the Rusizi River to be an influent. If
nation of this to Mr. Young relating how
; there should be an effluent in the direction
Livingstone (ever fond of a joke) had disputed of the Kabogo Mountains, to the west, this
the fact alleged by learned men, that every might join the Lualaba and so possibly
;
dog under domestication still retains the ten- (according to Livingstone's theory) the Nile.
dency of a wild dog's tail to curl to the left, Perhaps Lieutenant Cameron, now at Ujiji,
and complained that he was always obliged will discover this. Schweinfurth's discoveries
now, whenever he heard a dog bark, to march seem to prove that this could only be by way of
out of his way in order to examine his tail the Albert Nyanza not by way of Petherick's
;
Mr. Waller further suggested that Livingstone branch the Bahr el Ghazal.
,
and after residing with him there as a mis- sheet of comets of foam, separate from one
sionary's wife, having travelled with him and another, with nucleus and tail. This pheno-
some of their children to Lake Ngami, across menon is apparently very remarkable; though
the Kalahari desert, when the children greatly I think I remember to have observed some-
suffered. In the lyric that follows I have to thing like the falls of the Rhine.
it in The
acknowledge some obligation to a jsretty poem "Evergreen Grove" is on a ledge of rock
in a small life of the traveller, published by opposite the fall. But "Garden Island,"
Messrs. Hodder & Stoughton. Bishop Mac- where the travellers made a garden, is on the
kenzie and Rev. Mr. Burrup are alluded to. same side.
13. The Makololo chief, Sekeletu, and his 19. Ntanda, a native name for the planet
people, furnished Livingstone with the means Venus, m&?Lmng firstborn.
NOTES 501
20. The Bakwain chief, with whom Living- 29. The author in this volume, even where
stone resided at Kolobeng. For an account of he speaks in his own person, hopes not to be
Africaner, see the Rev. Dr. Moffat's "Mis- held responsible for all the negations he may
sionary Travels." have expressed or implied in poems ranging,
as regards their date of composition, over
several years, a few of them having been
21. Mr. Young, of Kelly, a true friend to
written some time before his " Little Child's
Livingstone, without whose private generosity
Monument, published in 1881. The earlier
"
labours.
in one instance, only the form of them, not the
substance, has been altered. Yet, where not
22. Dysentery was the disease to which he impersonal, all remain as e.xpression of tem-
was subject, and of which he died (1873). The porary moods, feelings, or ideas.
precise locality where he died seems almost
strangely vague.
30. I am indebted for this incident to a
writer in the Daily Telegraph.
23. Zanzibar.
31. See "Underground Russia," Stepniak,
Jacob Wainwright, a negro slave, edu-
24. p. 208.
cated at Nassick College, near Bombay, came A
young man, the better to guard the secret
over in the Malwa with his master's remains, of the revolutionary printing-press, thus effaced
and attended the funeral in Westminster Abbey. himself from all record and recognition among
He read some of the English service over those the living, dwelling in a poisoned atmosphere,
parts of the body that were buried under the without ever leaving it, until, the place being
tree at Muilala, or Ilala. He was sent up to discovered and captured by the police, be
the Doctor from Zanzibar by Mr. Stanley, committed suicide.
with other valuable men, as soon as the latter
—
reached the coast Livingstone having resolved Suggested by the fire in the Ring Theatre,
32.
to wait for them and other necessary supplies atVienna, after which to the poor, as chief
at Unyanyembe. mourners, was allotted the post of honour at
the funeral in St. Stephen's.
25. If in Lobisa the Chambezi rises — which
is the same river that flows out of Lake Bang- See Pliny.
33.
weolo or Bemba which again,
as the Luapula ;
on issuing from Lake Moero, becomes Lualaba " " Thalatta "
34. The metres of " Suspiria and
— and if the Lualaba send one branch to the
were suggested to me by the sound of the sea
Congo, and another to the Nile then this — that of " Suspiria" is of course a modification
;
claim may be made for the presumed where- of the hexameter, with rhyme in the alternate
abouts of Livingstone's death. On the other lines. To my ear it appears that the hexa-
hand, Mr. Findlay still maintains (unless I meter ought not be written with two single
mistake), with SirS. Baker and Captain Burton, words in the last (trochaic) foot, but that in
that Tanganyika is virtually the same as Albert
this particular, at least, the structure of the
Nyanza or has an effluent north, which joins
;
verse in its native sources should be respected.
the latter. But as Livingstone died somewhere
near the southern feeders of Lake Liemba,
35. This poem is suggested by old Krllamey
which is the same lake as Tanganyika, even on But though it is to be read primarily
legends.
this view, the same claim can be made.
as a fairy-tale, it is also intended to convey a
further meaning. Only that is not to be sought
26. It is to be hoped that the provisions of in every detail, because I think that in all works
Sir Bar»le Frere's treaty, concluded with the of art, the story, form, or concrete presentment
Sultan of Zanzibar, which we owe to Living- of whatever kind, ought to be paramount, and
stone's fearless representations by letter of the the inner significance only implicit, or sug-
slave-trading horrors he witnessed on his last gested. The reader or spectator, moreover,
journey, will be faithfully carried out, and that has cause for complaint if the artist should, by
England will see that they are. over-insistence on this latter element, foreclose
the right of all to find their own lesson or sig-
27. Written at the time of the Bulgarian nificance in a work of art. Barely didactic art
massacres. there cannot be. But there should be more in
a poem of this kind than the maker ever put
28. Vendome column at Paris, there. Whether I have here succeeded in
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doing what I wished is of course another 37. The great composer grew deaf toward
question. Time and place are not respected the close of his career. And, on one occasion,
in the world of enchantment, which is also after conducting one of his own great sym-
that of Thought, whence all Creation issues. phonies, he was touched on the shoulder by
And Melcha, once having lived there, can no another person, in order that he might turn
longer find the same old home-world, to which and see the rapturous welcome which he could
she was accustomed, when she would fain not hear.
do so, the quiet, innocent, trustful home of
early years. I will add, in order to explain 38. The allusion is to the Magdalene, by
one of the similes, that the Arabs believe Correggio, and that by D. G. Rossetti, lately
the huge substructures of Baalbek and Tad- exhibited in the Burlington Club.
nior were brought by the genii, slaves of
Solomon. 39. Published in the Leeds Mercury, just
before the elections, which gave a majority to
36. At Hucknall Torkard, the sexton said to the Liberals, in 1880, when Mr. Gladstone had
me, "You are now standing just over where expressed his determination not to take office
the head lies." again.
— — —
passionate
now !I forbade it to be advertised and / contemplation of nature.' It is just tiiat.
wanted it forgotten. It is so very crude in Now own, a brooding, loving elaborate-
this, I
style, though it is a quarry for poetry, and I ness of picturing appears to me to express.
have used some of it, and may use more else- Certainly the mood is purely between nature
where, for poems. It realises your sculptor, and myself, and therefore the mode of picturing
who had no power of expression for his idea ! is so. To object to that, is to object to the
Before this, I wrote very fluent poetry by the mood and, on the theory tiiat
; nature shall be
yard, but with no ideas in it. Then I fell back nothing but a background, it is objectionable ;
on deep thought and study of prose; and when highly so, to the person who does not love
I tried to embody this in poetry, I made this Nature; but I submit not otherwise."
fiasco of a book. But as you have it, you January 21, 1869.
may as well know something about it. I was
brought up a Calvinist. . . . Then, under the " Right, right You have hit the right nail
!
religious influence of F.D. Maurice, and philo- on the head, and I am awfully glad of it. The
suphers like Swedenborg, I wrote this book, '
agglutination and exuberance that is com-
'
ever, much in that book was written when even the cultivated but if tliey had 'swooned
;
faith was restored to me, after Eric's death.) away' into the Pan, as I often do, they would
My first book inspired by faith, graduallv re- see the thing as I have pictured it. Abstract-
stored after his death, was the 'Monument.' edly the more consecutive style, I certainly
That is the record of doubt and despair, confess and allow, conforms more to the
at first, and of faith only towards the end." elementary law of art, that there shall be some
September 3, 1889. central light." February 11, 1869.
'
always for the sake of the substance. And if ' To whom shallwe go?' occurred to me
you grant that, it uill certainly follow that an standing in a somewhat similar position to
ultra minuteness of finish, in cases where that describe at the outset.
I Misery is doubt-
tenderness of human pathos is concerned, and less necessarily symbolised by night and storm.
equally where overwhelming passion or scorn Superstition first and rational religion after,
are concerned, must necessarily let the feeling as necessarily, by two Churches. Then the
evaporate into a region of unreality, so that falling hack upon first principles of religion
you get merely delicately presented mimetic (still concrete) by a revisiting in vision the old
images in a magic mirror, with the life very scenes of Christ's original coming, while the
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G (p. 249)
D (p. 123)
"After Eric's death a complete revolution
"The last passage in 'A Vision of the took place in my thought very gradually . . .
havens or oases of calm with a dead son on his opponent of Berkeley and wrote many an essay
breast or a living one? Is God ever alive, in in that sense and then the correlation of
:
Whom our spirits are and by Whom they are body and soul being so close (as is proved by
borne onward, but are zve, after a brief life, physiology, of which I read at one time a
put out within His bosom, do we cease from great deal), it was impossible for me to believe
living ? The poem ends with the e.xpression of in a personal survival of the destruction of this
this doubt." September i, 1891. body. Now I hold that the soul creates for
itself its own appropriate body. (See the
end of Modern Faust and De Profundis
'
'
' '
(regarding the world from the scientific point O Lord, art more than they.' Therefore we
of view of force) accounted them though I ;
must sometimes contradict ourselves, till we
did believe they were latently spiritual, and get the higher truth which includes both horns
would develop into self-consciousness. (See of the dilemma." iSqi. —
the end of 'Autumn in Ireland,' and 'Pan,'
for instance, in '
Beatrice.'
"Though now an idealist, not a realist, I H (p. 329)
still hold development upward to man and
beyond him of man upward. Now the very " '
Melcha my longest
' is one of philoso-
lowest is to me a soul. phical poems, allegorical, though the firstpart
"In Ravensburg immortality is purely
'
'
can be read simply as a fairy story. It is the
dramatic and I did not believe in it. The philosophy of my ante-Christian years, a sort
change of view comes first in the Monu- ' of pantheistic evolution philosophy. It is
ment.'" November x-^, 1891. also the tragedy of two loving, but differing
natures; intellect and genius, and goodness
and heart their sundering and final recon-
;
universal organism, through the experience, but they must bow, in their turn, before the
good or evil, he has gone through (which yet, perfection of Humanity, which is not beauty
mind you, may sink him into the hells for but the spirit of the little child, the secret of '
ages, as it sunk Sigismund and my monk Jesus,' and that is realised in 'the Babe of
Benedict). I am not prepared to say that Betiilehem," before therefore the Pagan Whom
many may not find this an immoral doctrine. oracles grow dumb. Yet they do represent
I cannot help it. Only so can I keep faith gods. I worship beauty, will, power, energy.
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Son of the Father, the Woid or Logos at its sacrifice, patience, the child-spirit in whom all
highest, the God Who is in all of us, the in- intelligences live, move, and have their being.'
'
most truth and substance of our nature. Love, They only reveal the outermost therefore, ;
external to us, and that they are mixed, some not causes, not origins, not substance, only
good, some bad, some undeveloped and below phenomena. What is the cause and substance?
man. Ergo, according to me, Schiller is Spirit, soul, there is nothing else substantial,
wrong in lamenting that the gods are dead eternal, — and that, according to my philosophy,
because Science has killed them and Mrs.
; is necessarily individual, personal. 'Matter'
Browning is equally wrong in holding that is but a body or manifestation of soul or spirit.
scientific truth (so called) is enough, and, There are as many kinds of matter as there
when added to Christianity, is even better are species of souls capable of apprehending
than the old mythology. No Pan is not
; and perceiving differently. The suns, moons,
dead i.e. the ancients worshipped real exist-
;
planets, are themselves spirits, as the ancients
ing 'gods,' i.e. spirits or intelligences con- have taught.' "
— 1893.
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