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diff --git a/1042-0.txt b/1042-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a37d2c5 --- /dev/null +++ b/1042-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2645 @@ +The Project Gutenberg eBook, A Reading of Life, by George Meredith + + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + + + + +Title: A Reading of Life + with Other Poems + + +Author: George Meredith + + + +Release Date: April 18, 2013 [eBook #1042] +[This file was first posted on September 25, 1997] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + + +***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A READING OF LIFE*** + + +Transcribed from the 1901 Archibald Constable and Co. edition by David +Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org + + + + + + A READING OF LIFE + WITH OTHER POEMS + + + BY GEORGE MEREDITH + + * * * * * + + WESTMINSTER + ARCHIBALD CONSTABLE & CO LTD + 2 WHITEHALL GARDENS + 1901 + + * * * * * + + BUTLER & TANNER, + THE SELWOOD PRINTING WORKS, + FROME, AND LONDON + + + + +CONTENTS + + PAGE +A READING OF LIFE + THE VITAL CHOICE 1 + WITH THE HUNTRESS 3 + WITH THE PERSUADER 8 + THE TEST OF MANHOOD 28 +THE CAGEING OF ARES 45 +THE NIGHT-WALK 55 +THE HUELESS LOVE 60 +SONG IN THE SONGLESS 63 +UNION IN DISSEVERANCE 64 +THE BURDEN OF STRENGTH 65 +THE MAIN REGRET 66 +ALTERNATION 68 +HAWARDEN 69 +AT THE CLOSE 70 +FOREST HISTORY 71 +A GARDEN IDYL 81 +FORESIGHT AND PATIENCE 88 +FRAGMENTS OF THE ILIAD IN ENGLISH HEXAMETERS +VERSE-- + THE INVECTIVE OF ACHILLES 109 + ,, ,, ,, ,, 112 + MARSHALLING OF THE ACHAIANS 114 + AGAMEMNON IN THE FIGHT 117 + PARIS AND DIOMEDES 119 + HYPNOS ON IDA 121 + CLASH IN ARMS OF THE ACHAIANS AND TROJANS 122 + THE HORSES OF ACHILLES 123 +THE MARES OF THE CAMARGUE-- + FROM THE _MIREIO_ 126 + + + + + +A READING OF LIFE + + +THE VITAL CHOICE + + +I + + + OR shall we run with Artemis + Or yield the breast to Aphrodite? + Both are mighty; + Both give bliss; + Each can torture if divided; + Each claims worship undivided, + In her wake would have us wallow. + + +II + + + Youth must offer on bent knees + Homage unto one or other; + Earth, the mother, + This decrees; + And unto the pallid Scyther + Either points us shun we either + Shun or too devoutly follow. + + + +WITH THE HUNTRESS + + + THROUGH the water-eye of night, + Midway between eve and dawn, + See the chase, the rout, the flight + In deep forest; oread, faun, + Goat-foot, antlers laid on neck; + Ravenous all the line for speed. + See yon wavy sparkle beck + Sign of the Virgin Lady's lead. + Down her course a serpent star + Coils and shatters at her heels; + Peals the horn exulting, peals + Plaintive, is it near or far. + Huntress, arrowy to pursue, + In and out of woody glen, + Under cliffs that tear the blue, + Over torrent, over fen, + She and forest, where she skims + Feathery, darken and relume: + Those are her white-lightning limbs + Cleaving loads of leafy gloom. + Mountains hear her and call back, + Shrewd with night: a frosty wail + Distant: her the emerald vale + Folds, and wonders in her track. + Now her retinue is lean, + Many rearward; streams the chase + Eager forth of covert; seen + One hot tide the rapturous race. + Quiver-charged and crescent-crowned, + Up on a flash the lighted mound + Leaps she, bow to shoulder, shaft + Strung to barb with archer's craft, + Legs like plaited lyre-chords, feet + Songs to see, past pitch of sweet. + Fearful swiftness they outrun, + Shaggy wildness, grey or dun, + Challenge, charge of tusks elude: + Theirs the dance to tame the rude; + Beast, and beast in manhood tame, + Follow we their silver flame. + Pride of flesh from bondage free, + Reaping vigour of its waste, + Marks her servitors, and she + Sanctifies the unembraced. + Nought of perilous she reeks; + Valour clothes her open breast; + Sweet beyond the thrill of sex; + Hallowed by the sex confessed. + Huntress arrowy to pursue, + Colder she than sunless dew, + She, that breath of upper air; + Ay, but never lyrist sang, + Draught of Bacchus never sprang + Blood the bliss of Gods to share, + High o'er sweep of eagle wings, + Like the run with her, when rings + Clear her rally, and her dart, + In the forest's cavern heart, + Tells of her victorious aim. + Then is pause and chatter, cheer, + Laughter at some satyr lame, + Looks upon the fallen deer, + Measuring his noble crest; + Here a favourite in her train, + Foremost mid her nymphs, caressed; + All applauded. Shall she reign + Worshipped? O to be with her there! + She, that breath of nimble air, + Lifts the breast to giant power. + Maid and man, and man and maid, + Who each other would devour + Elsewhere, by the chase betrayed, + There are comrades, led by her, + Maid-preserver, man-maker. + + + +WITH THE PERSUADER + + + WHO murmurs, hither, hither: who + Where nought is audible so fills the ear? + Where nought is visible can make appear + A veil with eyes that waver through, + Like twilight's pledge of blessed night to come, + Or day most golden? All unseen and dumb, + She breathes, she moves, inviting flees, + Is lost, and leaves the thrilled desire + To clasp and strike a slackened lyre, + Till over smiles of hyacinth seas, + Flame in a crystal vessel sails + Beneath a dome of jewelled spray, + For land that drops the rosy day + On nights of throbbing nightingales. + + Landward did the wonder flit, + Or heart's desire of her, all earth in it. + We saw the heavens fling down their rose; + On rapturous waves we saw her glide; + The pearly sea-shell half enclose; + The shoal of sea-nymphs flush the tide; + And we, afire to kiss her feet, no more + Behold than tracks along a startled shore, + With brightened edges of dark leaves that feign + An ambush hoped, as heartless night remain. + + More closely, warmly: hither, hither! she, + The very she called forth by ripened blood + For its next breath of being, murmurs; she, + Allurement; she, fulfilment; she, + The stream within us urged to flood; + Man's cry, earth's answer, heaven's consent; O she, + Maid, woman and divinity; + Our over-earthly, inner-earthly mate + Unmated; she, our hunger and our fruit + Untasted; she our written fate + Unread; Life's flowering, Life's root: + Unread, divined; unseen, beheld; + The evanescent, ever-present she, + Great Nature's stern necessity + In radiance clothed, to softness quelled; + With a sword's edge of sweetness keen to take + Our breath for bliss, our hearts for fulness break. + + The murmur hushes down, the veil is rent. + Man's cry, earth's answer, heaven's consent, + Her form is given to pardoned sight, + And lets our mortal eyes receive + The sovereign loveliness of celestial white; + Adored by them who solitarily pace, + In dusk of the underworld's perpetual eve, + The paths among the meadow asphodel, + Remembering. Never there her face + Is planetary; reddens to shore sea-shell + Around such whiteness the enamoured air + Of noon that clothes her, never there. + Daughter of light, the joyful light, + She stands unveiled to nuptial sight, + Sweet in her disregard of aid + Divine to conquer or persuade. + A fountain jets from moss; a flower + Bends gently where her sunset tresses shower. + By guerdon of her brilliance may be seen + With eyelids unabashed the passion's Queen. + + Shorn of attendant Graces she can use + Her natural snares to make her will supreme. + A simple nymph it is, inclined to muse + Before the leader foot shall dip in stream: + One arm at curve along a rounded thigh; + Her firm new breasts each pointing its own way + A knee half bent to shade its fellow shy, + Where innocence, not nature, signals nay. + The bud of fresh virginity awaits + The wooer, and all roseate will she burst: + She touches on the hour of happy mates; + Still is she unaware she wakens thirst. + + And while commanding blissful sight believe + It holds her as a body strained to breast, + Down on the underworld's perpetual eve + She plunges the possessor dispossessed; + And bids believe that image, heaving warm, + Is lost to float like torch-smoke after flame; + The phantom any breeze blows out of form; + A thirst's delusion, a defeated aim. + + The rapture shed the torture weaves; + The direst blow on human heart she deals: + The pain to know the seen deceives; + Nought true but what insufferably feels. + And stabs of her delicious note, + That is as heavenly light to hearing, heard + Through shelter leaves, the laughter from her throat, + We answer as the midnight's morning's bird. + + She laughs, she wakens gleeful cries; + In her delicious laughter part revealed; + Yet mother is she more of moans and sighs, + For longings unappeased and wounds unhealed. + Yet would she bless, it is her task to bless: + Yon folded couples, passing under shade, + Are her rich harvest; bidden caress, caress, + Consume the fruit in bloom; not disobeyed. + We dolorous complainers had a dream, + Wrought on the vacant air from inner fire, + We saw stand bare of her celestial beam + The glorious Goddess, and we dared desire. + + Thereat are shown reproachful eyes, and lips + Of upward curl to meanings half obscure; + And glancing where a wood-nymph lightly skips + She nods: at once that creature wears her lure. + Blush of our being between birth and death: + Sob of our ripened blood for its next breath: + Her wily semblance nought of her denies; + Seems it the Goddess runs, the Goddess hies, + The generous Goddess yields. And she can arm + Her dwarfed and twisted with her secret charm; + Benevolent as Earth to feed her own. + Fully shall they be fed, if they beseech. + But scorn she has for them that walk alone; + Blanched men, starved women, whom no arts can pleach. + The men as chief of criminals she disdains, + And holds the reason in perceptive thought. + More pitiable, like rivers lacking rains, + Kissing cold stones, the women shrink for drought. + Those faceless discords, out of nature strayed, + Rank of the putrefaction ere decayed, + In impious singles bear the thorny wreaths: + Their lives are where harmonious Pleasure breathes + For couples crowned with flowers that burn in dew. + Comes there a tremor of night's forest horn + Across her garden from the insaner crew, + She darkens to malignity of scorn. + A shiver courses through her garden-grounds: + Grunt of the tusky boar, the baying hounds, + The hunter's shouts, are heard afar, and bring + Dead on her heart her crimsoned flower of Spring. + These, the irreverent of Life's design, + Division between natural and divine + Would cast; these vaunting barrenness for best, + In veins of gathered strength Life's tide arrest; + And these because the roses flood their cheeks, + Vow them in nature wise as when Love speaks. + With them is war; and well the Goddess knows + What undermines the race who mount the rose; + How the ripe moment, lodged in slumberous hours, + Enkindled by persuasion overpowers: + Why weak as are her frailer trailing weeds, + The strong when Beauty gleams o'er Nature's needs, + And timely guile unguarded finds them lie. + They who her sway withstand a sea defy, + At every point of juncture must be proof; + Nor look for mercy from the incessant surge + Her forces mixed of craft and passion urge + For the one whelming wave to spring aloof. + She, tenderness, is pitiless to them + Resisting in her godhead nature's truth. + No flower their face shall be, but writhen stem; + Their youth a frost, their age the dirge for youth. + These miserably disinclined, + The lamentably unembraced, + Insult the Pleasures Earth designed + To people and beflower the waste. + Wherefore the Pleasures pass them by: + For death they live, in life they die. + + Her head the Goddess from them turns, + As from grey mounds of ashes in bronze urns. + She views her quivering couples unconsoled, + And of her beauty mirror they become, + Like orchard blossoms, apple, pear and plum, + Free of the cloud, beneath the flood of gold. + Crowned with wreaths that burn in dew, + Her couples whirl, sun-satiated, + Athirst for shade, they sigh, they wed, + They play the music made of two: + Oldest of earth, earth's youngest till earth's end: + Cunninger than the numbered strings, + For melodies, for harmonies, + For mastered discords, and the things + Not vocable, whose mysteries + Are inmost Love's, Life's reach of Life extend. + + Is it an anguish overflowing shame + And the tongue's pudency confides to her, + With eyes of embers, breath of incense myrrh, + The woman's marrow in some dear youth's name, + Then is the Goddess tenderness + Maternal, and she has a sister's tones + Benign to soothe intemperate distress, + Divide despair from hope, and sighs from moans. + Her gentleness imparts exhaling ease + To those of her milk-bearer votaries + As warm of bosom-earth as she; of the source + Direct; erratic but in heart's excess; + Being mortal and ill-matched for Love's great force; + Like green leaves caught with flames by his impress. + And pray they under skies less overcast, + That swiftly may her star of eve descend, + Her lustrous morning star fly not too fast, + To lengthen blissful night will she befriend. + + Unfailing her reply to woman's voice + In supplication instant. Is it man's, + She hears, approves his words, her garden scans, + And him: the flowers are various, he has choice. + Perchance his wound is deep; she listens long; + Enjoys what music fills the plaintive song; + And marks how he, who would be hawk at poise + Above the bird, his plaintive song enjoys. + + She reads him when his humbled manhood weeps + To her invoked: distraction is implored. + A smile, and he is up on godlike leaps + Above, with his bright Goddess owned the adored. + His tales of her declare she condescends; + Can share his fires, not always goads and rends: + Moreover, quits a throne, and must enclose + A queenlier gem than woman's wayside rose. + She bends, he quickens; she breathes low, he springs + Enraptured; low she laughs, his woes disperse; + Aloud she laughs and sweeps his varied strings. + 'Tis taught him how for touch of mournful verse + Rarely the music made of two ascends, + And Beauty's Queen some other way is won. + Or it may solve the riddle, that she lends + Herself to all, and yields herself to none, + Save heavenliest: though claims by men are raised + In hot assurance under shade of doubt: + And numerous are the images bepraised + As Beauty's Queen, should passion head the rout. + + Be sure the ruddy hue is Love's: to woo + Love's Fountain we must mount the ruddy hue. + That is her garden's precept, seen where shines + Her blood-flower, and its unsought neighbour pines. + Daughter of light, the joyful light, + She bids her couples face full East, + Reflecting radiance, even when from her feast + Their outstretched arms brown deserts disunite, + The lion-haunted thickets hold apart. + In love the ruddy hue declares great heart; + High confidence in her whose aid is lent + To lovers lifting the tuned instrument, + Not one of rippled strings and funeral tone. + And doth the man pursue a tightened zone, + Then be it as the Laurel God he runs, + Confirmed to win, with countenance the Sun's. + + Should pity bless the tremulous voice of woe + He lifts for pity, limp his offspring show. + For him requiring woman's arts to please + Infantile tastes with babe reluctances, + No race of giants! In the woman's veins + Persuasion ripely runs, through hers the pains. + Her choice of him, should kind occasion nod, + Aspiring blends the Titan with the God; + Yet unto dwarf and mortal, she, submiss + In her high Lady's mandate, yields the kiss; + And is it needed that Love's daintier brute + Be snared as hunter, she will tempt pursuit. + She is great Nature's ever intimate + In breast, and doth as ready handmaid wait, + Until perverted by her senseless male, + She plays the winding snake, the shrinking snail, + The flying deer, all tricks of evil fame, + Elusive to allure, since he grew tame. + + Hence has the Goddess, Nature's earliest Power, + And greatest and most present, with her dower + Of the transcendent beauty, gained repute + For meditated guile. She laughs to hear + A charge her garden's labyrinths scarce confute, + Her garden's histories tell of to all near. + Let it be said, But less upon her guile + Doth she rely for her immortal smile. + Still let the rumour spread, and terror screens + To push her conquests by the simplest means. + While man abjures not lustihead, nor swerves + From earth's good labours, Beauty's Queen he serves. + + Her spacious garden and her garden's grant + She offers in reward for handsome cheer: + Choice of the nymphs whose looks will slant + The secret down a dewy leer + Of corner eyelids into haze: + Many a fair Aphrosyne + Like flower-bell to honey-bee: + And here they flicker round the maze + Bewildering him in heart and head: + And here they wear the close demure, + With subtle peeps to reassure: + Others parade where love has bled, + And of its crimson weave their mesh: + Others to snap of fingers leap, + As bearing breast with love asleep. + These are her laughters in the flesh. + Or would she fit a warrior mood, + She lights her seeming unsubdued, + And indicates the fortress-key. + Or is it heart for heart that craves, + She flecks along a run of waves + The one to promise deeper sea. + + Bands of her limpid primitives, + Or patterned in the curious braid, + Are the blest man's; and whatsoever he gives, + For what he gives is he repaid. + Good is it if by him 'tis held + He wins the fairest ever welled + From Nature's founts: she whispers it: Even I + Not fairer! and forbids him to deny, + Else little is he lover. Those he clasps, + Intent as tempest, worshipful as prayer,-- + And be they doves or be they asps,-- + Must seem to him the sovereignty fair; + Else counts he soon among life's wholly tamed. + Him whom from utter savage she reclaimed, + Half savage must he stay, would he be crowned + The lover. Else, past ripeness, deathward bound, + He reasons; and the totterer Earth detests, + Love shuns, grim logic screws in grasp, is he. + Doth man divide divine Necessity + From Joy, between the Queen of Beauty's breasts + A sword is driven; for those most glorious twain + Present her; armed to bless and to constrain. + Of this he perishes; not she, the throned + On rocks that spout their springs to the sacred mounts. + A loftier Reason out of deeper founts + Earth's chosen Goddess bears: by none disowned + While red blood runs to swell the pulse, she boasts, + And Beauty, like her star, descends the sky; + Earth's answer, heaven's consent unto man's cry, + Uplifted by the innumerable hosts. + + Quickened of Nature's eye and ear, + When the wild sap at high tide smites + Within us; or benignly clear + To vision; or as the iris lights + On fluctuant waters; she is ours + Till set of man: the dreamed, the seen; + Flushing the world with odorous flowers: + A soft compulsion on terrene + By heavenly: and the world is hers + While hunger after Beauty spurs. + + So is it sung in any space + She fills, with laugh at shallow laws + Forbidding love's devised embrace, + The music Beauty from it draws. + + + +THE TEST OF MANHOOD + + + LIKE a flood river whirled at rocky banks, + An army issues out of wilderness, + With battle plucking round its ragged flanks; + Obstruction in the van; insane excess + Oft at the heart; yet hard the onward stress + Unto more spacious, where move ordered ranks, + And rise hushed temples built of shapely stone, + The work of hands not pledged to grind or slay. + They gave our earth a dress of flesh on bone; + A tongue to speak with answering heaven gave they. + Then was the gracious birth of man's new day; + Divided from the haunted night it shone. + + That quiet dawn was Reverence; whereof sprang + Ethereal Beauty in full morningtide. + Another sun had risen to clasp his bride: + It was another earth unto him sang. + + Came Reverence from the Huntress on her heights? + From the Persuader came it, in those vales + Whereunto she melodiously invites, + Her troops of eager servitors regales? + Not far those two great Powers of Nature speed + Disciple steps on earth when sole they lead; + Nor either points for us the way of flame. + From him predestined mightier it came; + His task to hold them both in breast, and yield + Their dues to each, and of their war be field. + + The foes that in repulsion never ceased, + Must he, who once has been the goodly beast + Of one or other, at whose beck he ran, + Constrain to make him serviceable man; + Offending neither, nor the natural claim + Each pressed, denying, for his true man's name. + + Ah, what a sweat of anguish in that strife + To hold them fast conjoined within him still; + Submissive to his will + Along the road of life! + And marvel not he wavered if at whiles + The forward step met frowns, the backward smiles. + For Pleasure witched him her sweet cup to drain; + Repentance offered ecstasy in pain. + Delicious licence called it Nature's cry; + Ascetic rigours crushed the fleshly sigh; + A tread on shingle timed his lame advance + Flung as the die of Bacchanalian Chance, + He of the troubled marching army leaned + On godhead visible, on godhead screened; + The radiant roseate, the curtained white; + Yet sharp his battle strained through day, through night. + + He drank of fictions, till celestial aid + Might seem accorded when he fawned and prayed; + Sagely the generous Giver circumspect, + To choose for grants the egregious, his elect; + And ever that imagined succour slew + The soul of brotherhood whence Reverence drew. + + In fellowship religion has its founts: + The solitary his own God reveres: + Ascend no sacred Mounts + Our hungers or our fears. + As only for the numbers Nature's care + Is shown, and she the personal nothing heeds, + So to Divinity the spring of prayer + From brotherhood the one way upward leads. + Like the sustaining air + Are both for flowers and weeds. + But he who claims in spirit to be flower, + Will find them both an air that doth devour. + + Whereby he smelt his treason, who implored + External gifts bestowed but on the sword; + Beheld himself, with less and less disguise, + Through those blood-cataracts which dimmed his eyes, + His army's foe, condemned to strive and fail; + See a black adversary's ghost prevail; + Never, though triumphs hailed him, hope to win + While still the conflict tore his breast within. + + Out of that agony, misread for those + Imprisoned Powers warring unappeased, + The ghost of his black adversary rose, + To smother light, shut heaven, show earth diseased. + And long with him was wrestling ere emerged + A mind to read in him the reflex shade + Of its fierce torment; this way, that way urged; + By craven compromises hourly swayed. + + Crouched as a nestling, still its wings untried, + The man's mind opened under weight of cloud. + To penetrate the dark was it endowed; + Stood day before a vision shooting wide. + Whereat the spectral enemy lost form; + The traversed wilderness exposed its track. + He felt the far advance in looking back; + Thence trust in his foot forward through the storm. + + Under the low-browed tempest's eye of ire, + That ere it lightened smote a coward heart, + Earth nerved her chastened son to hail athwart + All ventures perilous his shrouded Sire; + A stranger still, religiously divined; + Not yet with understanding read aright. + But when the mind, the cherishable mind, + The multitude's grave shepherd, took full flight, + Himself as mirror raised among his kind, + He saw, and first of brotherhood had sight: + Knew that his force to fly, his will to see, + His heart enlarged beyond its ribbed domain, + Had come of many a grip in mastery, + Which held conjoined the hostile rival twain, + And of his bosom made him lord, to keep + The starry roof of his unruffled frame + Awake to earth, to heaven, and plumb the deep + Below, above, aye with a wistful aim. + + The mastering mind in him, by tempests blown, + By traitor inmates baited, upward burned; + Perforce of growth, the Master mind discerned, + The Great Unseen, nowise the Dark Unknown. + To whom unwittingly did he aspire + In wilderness, where bitter was his need: + To whom in blindness, as an earthy seed + For light and air, he struck through crimson mire. + But not ere he upheld a forehead lamp, + And viewed an army, once the seeming doomed, + All choral in its fruitful garden camp, + The spiritual the palpable illumed. + + This gift of penetration and embrace, + His prize from tidal battles lost or won, + Reveals the scheme to animate his race: + How that it is a warfare but begun; + Unending; with no Power to interpose; + No prayer, save for strength to keep his ground, + Heard of the Highest; never battle's close, + The victory complete and victor crowned: + Nor solace in defeat, save from that sense + Of strength well spent, which is the strength renewed. + In manhood must he find his competence; + In his clear mind the spiritual food: + God being there while he his fight maintains; + Throughout his mind the Master Mind being there, + While he rejects the suicide despair; + Accepts the spur of explicable pains; + Obedient to Nature, not her slave: + Her lord, if to her rigid laws he bows; + Her dust, if with his conscience he plays knave, + And bids the Passions on the Pleasures browse:-- + Whence Evil in a world unread before; + That mystery to simple springs resolved. + His God the Known, diviner to adore, + Shows Nature's savage riddles kindly solved. + Inconscient, insensitive, she reigns + In iron laws, though rapturous fair her face. + Back to the primal brute shall he retrace + His path, doth he permit to force her chains + A soft Persuader coursing through his veins, + An icy Huntress stringing to the chase: + What one the flash disdains; + What one so gives it grace. + + But is he rightly manful in her eyes, + A splendid bloodless knight to gain the skies, + A blood-hot son of Earth by all her signs, + Desireing and desireable he shines; + As peaches, that have caught the sun's uprise + And kissed warm gold till noonday, even as vines. + Earth fills him with her juices, without fear + That she will cast him drunken down the steeps. + All woman is she to this man most dear; + He sows for bread, and she in spirit reaps: + She conscient, she sensitive, in him; + With him enwound, his brave ambition hers: + By him humaner made; by his keen spurs + Pricked to race past the pride in giant limb, + Her crazy adoration of big thews, + Proud in her primal sons, when crags they hurled, + Were thunder spitting lightnings on the world + In daily deeds, and she their evening Muse. + + This man, this hero, works not to destroy; + This godlike--as the rock in ocean stands;-- + He of the myriad eyes, the myriad hands + Creative; in his edifice has joy. + How strength may serve for purity is shown + When he himself can scourge to make it clean. + Withal his pitch of pride would not disown + A sober world that walks the balanced mean + Between its tempters, rarely overthrown: + And such at times his army's march has been. + + Near is he to great Nature in the thought + Each changing Season intimately saith, + That nought save apparition knows the death; + To the God-lighted mind of man 'tis nought. + She counts not loss a word of any weight; + It may befal his passions and his greeds + To lose their treasures, like the vein that bleeds, + But life gone breathless will she reinstate. + + Close on the heart of Earth his bosom beats, + When he the mandate lodged in it obeys, + Alive to breast a future wrapped in haze, + Strike camp, and onward, like the wind's cloud-fleets. + Unresting she, unresting he, from change + To change, as rain of cloud, as fruit of rain; + She feels her blood-tree throbbing in her grain, + Yet skyward branched, with loftier mark and range. + + No miracle the sprout of wheat from clod, + She knows, nor growth of man in grisly brute; + But he, the flower at head and soil at root, + Is miracle, guides he the brute to God. + And that way seems he bound; that way the road, + With his dark-lantern mind, unled, alone, + Wearifully through forest-tracts unsown, + He travels, urged by some internal goad. + + Dares he behold the thing he is, what thing + He would become is in his mind its child; + Astir, demanding birth to light and wing; + For battle prompt, by pleasure unbeguiled. + So moves he forth in faith, if he has made + His mind God's temple, dedicate to truth. + Earth's nourishing delights, no more gainsaid, + He tastes, as doth the bridegroom rich in youth. + Then knows he Love, that beckons and controls; + The star of sky upon his footway cast; + Then match in him who holds his tempters fast, + The body's love and mind's, whereof the soul's. + Then Earth her man for woman finds at last, + To speed the pair unto her goal of goals. + + Or is't the widowed's dream of her new mate? + Seen has she virulent days of heat in flood; + The sly Persuader snaky in his blood; + With her the barren Huntress alternate; + His rough refractory off on kicking heels + To rear; the man dragged rearward, shamed, amazed; + And as a torrent stream where cattle grazed, + His tumbled world. What, then, the faith she feels? + May not his aspect, like her own so fair + Reflexively, the central force belie, + And he, the once wild ocean storming sky, + Be rebel at the core? What hope is there? + + 'Tis that in each recovery he preserves, + Between his upper and his nether wit, + Sense of his march ahead, more brightly lit; + He less the shaken thing of lusts and nerves; + With such a grasp upon his brute as tells + Of wisdom from that vile relapsing spun. + A Sun goes down in wasted fire, a Sun + Resplendent springs, to faith refreshed compels. + + + + +THE CAGEING OF ARES + + + ILIAD, v. V. 385 + + [_Dedicated to the Council at The Hague_.] + + HOW big of breast our Mother Gaea laughed + At sight of her boy Giants on the leap + Each over other as they neighboured home, + Fronting the day's descent across green slopes, + And up fired mountain crags their shadows danced. + Close with them in their fun, she scarce could guess, + Though these two billowy urchins reeked of craft, + It signalled some adventurous master-trick + To set Olympians buzzing in debate, + Lest it might be their godhead undermined, + The Tyranny menaced. Ephialtes high + On shoulders of his brother Otos waved + For the bull-bellowings given to grand good news, + Compact, complexioned in his gleeful roar + While Otos aped the prisoner's wrists and knees, + With doleful sniffs between recurrent howls; + Till Gaea's lap receiving them, they stretched, + And both upon her bosom shaken to speech, + Burst the hot story out of throats of both, + Like rocky head-founts, baffling in their glut + The hurried spout. And as when drifting storm + Disburdened loses clasp of here and yon + A peak, a forest mound, a valley's gleam + Of grass and the river's crooks and snaky coils, + Signification marvellous she caught, + Through gurglings of triumphant jollity, + Which now engulphed and now gave eye; at last + Subsided, and the serious naked deed, + With mountain-cloud of laughter banked around, + Stood in her sight confirmed: she could believe + That these, her sprouts of promise, her most prized, + These two made up of lion, bear and fox, + Her sportive, suckling mammoths, her young joy, + Still by the reckoning infants among men, + Had done the deed to strike the Titan host + In envy dumb, in envious heart elate: + These two combining strength and craft had snared, + Enmeshed, bound fast with thongs, discreetly caged + The blood-shedder, the terrible Lord of War; + Destroyer, ravager, superb in plumes; + The barren furrower of anointed fields; + The scarlet heel in towns, foul smoke to sky, + Her hated enemy, too long her scourge: + Great Ares. And they gagged his trumpet mouth + When they had seized on his implacable spear, + Hugged him to reedy helplessness despite + His godlike fury startled from amaze. + For he had eyed them nearing him in play, + The giant cubs, who gambolled and who snarled, + Unheeding his fell presence, by the mount + Ossa, beside a brushwood cavern; there + On Earth's original fisticuffs they called + For ease of sharp dispute: whereat the God, + Approving, deemed that sometime trained to arms, + Good servitors of Ares they would be, + And ply the pointed spear to dominate + Their rebel restless fellows, villain brood + Vowed to defy Immortals. So it chanced + Amusedly he watched them, and as one + The lusty twain were on him and they had him. + Breath to us, Powers of air, for laughter loud! + Cock of Olympus he, superb in plumes! + Bound like a wheaten sheaf by those two babes! + Because they knew our Mother Gaea loathed him, + Knew him the famine, pestilence and waste; + A desolating fire to blind the sight + With splendour built of fruitful things in ashes; + The gory chariot-wheel on cries for justice; + Her deepest planted and her liveliest voice, + Heard from the babe as from the broken crone. + Behold him in his vessel of bronze encased, + And tumbled down the cave. But rather look-- + Ah, that the woman tattler had not sought, + Of all the Gods to let her secret fly, + Hermes, after the thirteen songful months! + Prompting the Dexterous to work his arts, + And shatter earth's delirious holiday, + Then first, as where the fountain runs a stream, + Resolving to composure on its throbs. + But see her in the Seasons through that year; + That one glad year and the fair opening month. + Had never our Great Mother such sweet face! + War with her, gentle war with her, each day + Her sons and daughters urged; at eve were flung, + On the morrow stood to challenge; in their strength + Renewed, indomitable; whereof they won, + From hourly wrestlings up to shut of lids, + Her ready secret: the abounding life + Returned for valiant labour: she and they + Defeated and victorious turn by turn; + By loss enriched, by overthrow restored. + Exchange of powers of this conflict came; + Defacement none, nor ever squandered force. + Is battle nature's mandate, here it reigned, + As music unto the hand that smote the strings; + And she the rosier from their showery brows, + They fruitful from her ploughed and harrowed breast. + Back to the primal rational of those + Who suck the teats of milky earth, and clasp + Stability in hatred of the insane, + Man stepped; with wits less fearful to pronounce + The mortal mind's concept of earth's divorced + Above; those beautiful, those masterful, + Those lawless. High they sit, and if descend, + Descend to reap, not sowing. Is it just? + Earth in her happy children asked that word, + Whereto within their breast was her reply. + Those beautiful, those masterful, those lawless, + Enjoy the life prolonged, outleap the years; + Yet they ('twas the Great Mother's voice inspired + The audacious thought), they, glorious over dust, + Outleap not her; disrooted from her soar, + To meet the certain fate of earth's divorced, + And clap lame wings across a wintry haze, + Up to the farthest bourne: immortal still, + Thenceforth innocuous; lovelier than when ruled + The Tyranny. This her voice within them told, + When softly the Great Mother chid her sons + Not of the giant brood, who did create + Those lawless Gods, first offspring of our brain + Set moving by an abject blood, that waked + To wanton under elements more benign, + And planted aliens on Olympian heights;-- + Imagination's cradle poesy + Become a monstrous pressure upon men;-- + Foes of good Gaea; until dispossessed + By light from her, born of the love of her, + Their lordship the illumined brain rejects + For earth's beneficent, the sons of Law, + Her other name. So spake she in their heart, + Among the wheat-blades proud of stalk; beneath + Young vine-leaves pushing timid fingers forth, + Confidently to cling. And when brown corn + Swayed armied ranks with softened cricket song, + With gold necks bent for any zephyr's kiss; + When vine-roots daily down a rubble soil + Drank fire of heaven athirst to swell the grape; + When swelled the grape, and in it held a ray, + Rich issue of the embrace of heaven and earth; + The very eye of passion drowsed by excess, + And yet a burning lion for the spring; + Then in that time of general cherishment, + Sweet breathing balm and flutes by cool wood-side, + He the harsh rouser of ire being absent, caged, + Then did good Gaea's children gratefully + Lift hymns to Gods they judged, but praised for peace, + Delightful Peace, that answers Reason's call + Harmoniously and images her Law; + Reflects, and though short-lived as then, revives, + In memories made present on the brain + By natural yearnings, all the happy scenes; + The picture of an earth allied to heaven; + Between them the known smile behind black masks; + Rightly their various moods interpreted; + And frolic because toilful children borne + With larger comprehension of Earth's aim + At loftier, clearer, sweeter, by their aid. + + + + +THE NIGHT-WALK + + + AWAKES for me and leaps from shroud + All radiantly the moon's own night + Of folded showers in streamer cloud; + Our shadows down the highway white + Or deep in woodland woven-boughed, + With yon and yon a stem alight. + + I see marauder runagates + Across us shoot their dusky wink; + I hear the parliament of chats + In haws beside the river's brink; + And drops the vole off alder-banks, + To push his arrow through the stream. + These busy people had our thanks + For tickling sight and sound, but theme + They were not more than breath we drew + Delighted with our world's embrace: + The moss-root smell where beeches grew, + And watered grass in breezy space; + The silken heights, of ghostly bloom + Among their folds, by distance draped. + 'Twas Youth, rapacious to consume, + That cried to have its chaos shaped: + Absorbing, little noting, still + Enriched, and thinking it bestowed; + With wistful looks on each far hill + For something hidden, something owed. + Unto his mantled sister, Day + Had given the secret things we sought + And she was grave and saintly gay; + At times she fluttered, spoke her thought; + She flew on it, then folded wings, + In meditation passing lone, + To breathe around the secret things, + Which have no word, and yet are known; + Of thirst for them are known, as air + Is health in blood: we gained enough + By this to feel it honest fare; + Impalpable, not barren, stuff. + + A pride of legs in motion kept + Our spirits to their task meanwhile, + And what was deepest dreaming slept: + The posts that named the swallowed mile; + Beside the straight canal the hut + Abandoned; near the river's source + Its infant chirp; the shortest cut; + The roadway missed; were our discourse; + At times dear poets, whom some view + Transcendent or subdued evoked + To speak the memorable, the true, + The luminous as a moon uncloaked; + For proof that there, among earth's dumb, + A soul had passed and said our best. + Or it might be we chimed on some + Historic favourite's astral crest, + With part to reverence in its gleam, + And part to rivalry the shout: + So royal, unuttered, is youth's dream + Of power within to strike without. + But most the silences were sweet, + Like mothers' breasts, to bid it feel + It lived in such divine conceit + As envies aught we stamp for real. + + To either then an untold tale + Was Life, and author, hero, we. + The chapters holding peaks to scale, + Or depths to fathom, made our glee; + For we were armed of inner fires, + Unbled in us the ripe desires; + And passion rolled a quiet sea, + Whereon was Love the phantom sail. + + + + +THE HUELESS LOVE + + + UNTO that love must we through fire attain, + Which those two held as breath of common air; + The hands of whom were given in bond elsewhere; + Whom Honour was untroubled to restrain. + + Midway the road of our life's term they met, + And one another knew without surprise; + Nor cared that beauty stood in mutual eyes; + Nor at their tardy meeting nursed regret. + + To them it was revealed how they had found + The kindred nature and the needed mind; + The mate by long conspiracy designed; + The flower to plant in sanctuary ground. + + Avowed in vigilant solicitude + For either, what most lived within each breast + They let be seen: yet every human test + Demanding righteousness approved them good. + + She leaned on a strong arm, and little feared + Abandonment to help if heaved or sank + Her heart at intervals while Love looked blank, + Life rosier were she but less revered. + + An arm that never shook did not obscure + Her woman's intuition of the bliss-- + Their tempter's moment o'er the black abyss, + Across the narrow plank--he could abjure. + + Then came a day that clipped for him the thread, + And their first touch of lips, as he lay cold, + Was all of earthly in their love untold, + Beyond all earthly known to them who wed. + + So has there come the gust at South-west flung + By sudden volt on eves of freezing mist, + When sister snowflake sister snowdrop kissed, + And one passed out, and one the bell-head hung. + + + + +SONG IN THE SONGLESS + + + THEY have no song, the sedges dry, + And still they sing. + It is within my breast they sing, + As I pass by. + Within my breast they touch a string, + They wake a sigh. + There is but sound of sedges dry; + In me they sing. + + + + +UNION IN DISSEVERANCE + + + SUNSET worn to its last vermilion he; + She that star overhead in slow descent: + That white star with the front of angel she; + He undone in his rays of glory spent + + Halo, fair as the bow-shot at his rise, + He casts round her, and knows his hour of rest + Incomplete, were the light for which he dies, + Less like joy of the dove that wings to nest. + + Lustrous momently, near on earth she sinks; + Life's full throb over breathless and abased: + Yet stand they, though impalpable the links, + One, more one than the bridally embraced. + + + + +THE BURDEN OF STRENGTH + + + IF that thou hast the gift of strength, then know + Thy part is to uplift the trodden low; + Else in a giant's grasp until the end + A hopeless wrestler shall thy soul contend. + + + + +THE MAIN REGRET + + + WRITTEN FOR THE CHARING CROSS ALBUM + + + +I + + + SEEN, too clear and historic within us, our sins of omission + Frown when the Autumn days strike us all ruthlessly bare. + They of our mortal diseases find never healing physician; + Errors they of the soul, past the one hope to repair. + + + +II + + + Sunshine might we have been unto seed under soil, or have scattered + Seed to ascendant suns brighter than any that shone. + Even the limp-legged beggar a sick desperado has flattered + Back to a half-sloughed life cheered by the mere human tone. + + + + +ALTERNATION + + + BETWEEN the fountain and the rill + I passed, and saw the mighty will + To leap at sky; the careless run, + As earth would lead her little son. + + Beneath them throbs an urgent well, + That here is play, and there is war. + I know not which had most to tell + Of whence we spring and what we are. + + + + +HAWARDEN + + + WHEN comes the lighted day for men to read + Life's meaning, with the work before their hands + Till this good gift of breath from debt is freed, + Earth will not hear her children's wailful bands + Deplore the chieftain fall'n in sob and dirge; + Nor they look where is darkness, but on high. + The sun that dropped down our horizon's verge, + Illumes his labours through the travelled sky, + Now seen in sum, most glorious; and 'tis known + By what our warrior wrought we hold him fast. + A splendid image built of man has flown; + His deeds inspired of God outstep a Past. + Ours the great privilege to have had one + Among us who celestial tasks has done. + + + + +AT THE CLOSE + + + TO Thee, dear God of Mercy, both appeal, + Who straightway sound the call to arms. Thou know'st; + And that black spot in each embattled host, + Spring of the blood-stream, later wilt reveal. + Now is it red artillery and white steel; + Till on a day will ring the victor's boast, + That 'tis Thy chosen towers uppermost, + Where Thy rejected grovels under heel. + So in all times of man's descent insane + To brute, did strength and craft combining strike, + Even as a God of Armies, his fell blow. + But at the close he entered Thy domain, + Dear God of Mercy, and if lion-like + He tore the fall'n, the Eternal was his Foe. + + + + +FOREST HISTORY + + +I + + + BENEATH the vans of doom did men pass in. + Heroic who came out; for round them hung + A wavering phantom's red volcano tongue, + With league-long lizard tail and fishy fin: + + + +II + + + Old Earth's original Dragon; there retired + To his last fastness; overthrown by few. + Him a laborious thrust of roadway slew. + Then man to play devorant straight was fired. + + + +III + + + More intimate became the forest fear + While pillared darkness hatched malicious life + At either elbow, wolf or gnome or knife + And wary slid the glance from ear to ear. + + + +IV + + + In chillness, like a clouded lantern-ray, + The forest's heart of fog on mossed morass, + On purple pool and silky cotton-grass, + Revealed where lured the swallower byway. + + + +V + + + Dead outlook, flattened back with hard rebound + Off walls of distance, left each mounted height. + It seemed a giant hag-fiend, churning spite + Of humble human being, held the ground. + + + +VI + + + Through friendless wastes, through treacherous woodland, slow + The feet sustained by track of feet pursued + Pained steps, and found the common brotherhood + By sign of Heaven indifferent, Nature foe. + + + +VII + + + Anon a mason's work amazed the sight, + And long-frocked men, called Brothers, there abode. + They pointed up, bowed head, and dug and sowed; + Whereof was shelter, loaf, and warm firelight. + + + +VIII + + + What words they taught were nails to scratch the head. + Benignant works explained the chanting brood. + Their monastery lit black solitude, + As one might think a star that heavenward led. + + + +IX + + + Uprose a fairer nest for weary feet, + Like some gold flower nightly inward curled, + Where gentle maidens fled a roaring world, + Or played with it, and had their white retreat. + + + +X + + + Into big books of metal clasps they pored. + They governed, even as men; they welcomed lays. + The treasures women are whose aim is praise, + Was shown in them: the Garden half restored. + + + +XI + + + A deluge billow scoured the land off seas, + With widened jaws, and slaughter was its foam. + For food, for clothing, ambush, refuge, home, + The lesser savage offered bogs and trees. + + + +XII + + + Whence reverence round grey-haired story grew: + And inmost spots of ancient horror shone + As temples under beams of trials bygone; + For in them sang brave times with God in view. + + + +XIII + + + Till now trim homesteads bordered spaces green, + Like night's first little stars through clearing showers. + Was rumoured how a castle's falcon towers + The wilderness commanded with fierce mien. + + + +XIV + + + Therein a serious Baron stuck his lance; + For minstrel songs a beauteous Dame would pout. + Gay knights and sombre, felon or devout, + Pricked onward, bound for their unsung romance. + + + +XV + + + It might be that two errant lords across + The block of each came edged, and at sharp cry + They charged forthwith, the better man to try. + One rode his way, one couched on quiet moss. + + + +XVI + + + Perchance a lady sweet, whose lord lay slain, + The robbers into gruesome durance drew. + Swift should her hero come, like lightning's blue! + She prayed for him, as crackling drought for rain. + + + +XVII + + + As we, that ere the worst her hero haps, + Of Angels guided, nigh that loathly den: + A toady cave beside an ague fen, + Where long forlorn the lone dog whines and yaps. + + + +XVIII + + + By daylight now the forest fear could read + Itself, and at new wonders chuckling went. + Straight for the roebuck's neck the bowman spent + A dart that laughed at distance and at speed. + + + +XIX + + + Right loud the bugle's hallali elate + Rang forth of merry dingles round the tors; + And deftest hand was he from foreign wars, + But soon he hailed the home-bred yeoman mate. + + + +XX + + + Before the blackbird pecked the turf they woke; + At dawn the deer's wet nostrils blew their last. + To forest, haunt of runs and prime repast, + With paying blows, the yokel strained his yoke. + + + +XXI + + + The city urchin mooned on forest air, + On grassy sweeps and flying arrows, thick + As swallows o'er smooth streams, and sighed him sick + For thinking that his dearer home was there. + + + +XXII + + + Familiar, still unseized, the forest sprang + An old-world echo, like no mortal thing. + The hunter's horn might wind a jocund ring, + But held in ear it had a chilly clang. + + + +XXIII + + + Some shadow lurked aloof of ancient time; + Some warning haunted any sound prolonged, + As though the leagues of woodland held them wronged + To hear an axe and see a township climb. + + + +XXIV + + + The forest's erewhile emperor at eve + Had voice when lowered heavens drummed for gales. + At midnight a small people danced the dales, + So thin that they might dwindle through a sieve + + + +XXV + + + Ringed mushrooms told of them, and in their throats, + Old wives that gathered herbs and knew too much. + The pensioned forester beside his crutch, + Struck showers from embers at those bodeful notes. + + + +XXVI + + + Came then the one, all ear, all eye, all heart; + Devourer, and insensibly devoured; + In whom the city over forest flowered, + The forest wreathed the city's drama-mart. + + + +XXVII + + + There found he in new form that Dragon old, + From tangled solitudes expelled; and taught + How blindly each its antidote besought; + For either's breath the needs of either told. + + + +XXVIII + + + Now deep in woods, with song no sermon's drone, + He showed what charm the human concourse works: + Amid the press of men, what virtue lurks + Where bubble sacred wells of wildness lone. + + + +XXIX + + + Our conquest these: if haply we retain + The reverence that ne'er will overrun + Due boundaries of realms from Nature won, + Nor let the poet's awe in rapture wane. + + + + +A GARDEN IDYL + + + WITH sagest craft Arachne worked + Her web, and at a corner lurked, + Awaiting what should plump her soon, + To case it in the death-cocoon. + Sagaciously her home she chose + For visits that would never close; + Inside my chalet-porch her feast + Plucked all the winds but chill North-east. + + The finished structure, bar on bar, + Had snatched from light to form a star, + And struck on sight, when quick with dews, + Like music of the very Muse. + Great artists pass our single sense; + We hear in seeing, strung to tense; + Then haply marvel, groan mayhap, + To think such beauty means a trap. + But Nature's genius, even man's + At best, is practical in plans; + Subservient to the needy thought, + However rare the weapon wrought. + As long as Nature holds it good + To urge her creatures' quest for food + Will beauty stamp the just intent + Of weapons upon service bent. + For beauty is a flower of roots + Embedded lower than our boots; + Out of the primal strata springs, + And shows for crown of useful things + + Arachne's dream of prey to size + Aspired; so she could nigh despise + The puny specks the breezes round + Supplied, and let them shake unwound; + Assured of her fat fly to come; + Perhaps a blue, the spider's plum; + Who takes the fatal odds in fight, + And gives repast an appetite, + By plunging, whizzing, till his wings + Are webbed, and in the lists he swings, + A shrouded lump, for her to see + Her banquet in her victory. + + This matron of the unnumbered threads, + One day of dandelions' heads + Distributing their gray perruques + Up every gust, I watched with looks + Discreet beside the chalet-door; + And gracefully a light wind bore, + Direct upon my webster's wall, + A monster in the form of ball; + The mildest captive ever snared, + That neither struggled nor despaired, + On half the net invading hung, + And plain as in her mother tongue, + While low the weaver cursed her lures, + Remarked, "You have me; I am yours." + + Thrice magnified, in phantom shape, + Her dream of size she saw, agape. + Midway the vast round-raying beard + A desiccated midge appeared; + Whose body pricked the name of meal, + Whose hair had growth in earth's unreal; + Provocative of dread and wrath, + Contempt and horror, in one froth, + Inextricable, insensible, + His poison presence there would dwell, + Declaring him her dream fulfilled, + A catch to compliment the skilled; + And she reduced to beaky skin, + Disgraceful among kith and kin + + Against her corner, humped and aged, + Arachne wrinkled, past enraged, + Beyond disgust or hope in guile. + Ridiculously volatile + He seemed to her last spark of mind; + And that in pallid ash declined + Beneath the blow by knowledge dealt, + Wherein throughout her frame she felt + That he, the light wind's libertine, + Without a scoff, without a grin, + And mannered like the courtly few, + Who merely danced when light winds blew, + Impervious to beak and claws, + Tradition's ruinous Whitebeard was; + Of whom, as actors in old scenes, + Had grannam weavers warned their weans, + With word, that less than feather-weight, + He smote the web like bolt of Fate. + + This muted drama, hour by hour, + I watched amid a world in flower, + Ere yet Autumnal threads had laid + Their gray-blue o'er the grass's blade, + And still along the garden-run + The blindworm stretched him, drunk of sun. + Arachne crouched unmoved; perchance + Her visitor performed a dance; + She puckered thinner; he the same + As when on that light wind he came. + + Next day was told what deeds of night + Were done; the web had vanished quite; + With it the strange opposing pair; + And listless waved on vacant air, + For her adieu to heart's content, + A solitary filament. + + + + +FORESIGHT AND PATIENCE + + + SPRUNG of the father blood, the mother brain, + Are they who point our pathway and sustain. + They rarely meet; one soars, one walks retired. + When they do meet, it is our earth inspired. + + To see Life's formless offspring and subdue + Desire of times unripe, we have these two, + Whose union is right reason: join they hands, + The world shall know itself and where it stands; + What cowering angel and what upright beast + Make man, behold, nor count the low the least, + Nor less the stars have round it than its flowers. + When these two meet, a point of time is ours. + + As in a land of waterfalls, that flow + Smooth for the leap on their great voice below, + Some eddies near the brink borne swift along, + Will capture hearing with the liquid song, + So, while the headlong world's imperious force + Resounded under, heard I these discourse. + + First words, where down my woodland walk she led, + To her blind sister Patience, Foresight said: + + --Your faith in me appals, to shake my own, + When still I find you in this mire alone. + + --The few steps taken at a funeral pace + By men had slain me but for those you trace. + + --Look I once back, a broken pinion I: + Black as the rebel angels rained from sky! + + --Needs must you drink of me while here you live, + And make me rich in feeling I can give. + + --A brave To-be is dawn upon my brow: + Yet must I read my sister for the How. + My daisy better knows her God of beams + Than doth an eagle that to mount him seems. + She hath the secret never fieriest reach + Of wing shall master till men hear her teach. + + --Liker the clod flaked by the driving plough, + My semblance when I have you not as now. + The quiet creatures who escape mishap + Bear likeness to pure growths of the green sap: + A picture of the settled peace desired + By cowards shunning strife or strivers tired. + I listen at their breasts: is there no jar + Of wrestlings and of stranglings, dead they are, + And such a picture as the piercing mind + Ranks beneath vegetation. Not resigned + Are my true pupils while the world is brute. + What edict of the stronger keeps me mute, + Stronger impels the motion of my heart. + I am not Resignation's counterpart. + If that I teach, 'tis little the dry word, + Content, but how to savour hope deferred. + We come of earth, and rich of earth may be; + Soon carrion if very earth are we! + The coursing veins, the constant breath, the use + Of sleep, declare that strife allows short truce; + Unless we clasp decay, accept defeat, + And pass despised; "a-cold for lack of heat," + Like other corpses, but without death's plea. + + --My sister calls for battle; is it she? + + --Rather a world of pressing men in arms, + Than stagnant, where the sensual piper charms + Each drowsy malady and coiling vice + With dreams of ease whereof the soul pays price! + No home is here for peace while evil breeds, + While error governs, none; and must the seeds + You sow, you that for long have reaped disdain, + Lie barren at the doorway of the brain, + Let stout contention drive deep furrows, blood + Moisten, and make new channels of its flood! + + --My sober little maid, when we meet first, + Drinks of me ever with an eager thirst. + So can I not of her till circumstance + Drugs cravings. Here we see how men advance + A doubtful foot, but circle if much stirred, + Like dead weeds on whipped waters. Shout the word + Prompting their hungers, and they grandly march, + As to band-music under Victory's arch. + Thus was it, and thus is it; save that then + The beauty of frank animals had men. + + --Observe them, and down rearward for a term, + Gaze to the primal twistings of the worm. + Thence look this way, across the fields that show + Men's early form of speech for Yes and No. + My sister a bruised infant's utterance had; + And issuing stronger, to mankind 'twas mad. + I knew my home where I had choice to feel + The toad beneath a harrow or a heel. + + --Speak of this Age. + + --When you it shall discern + Bright as you are, to me the Age will turn. + + --For neither of us has it any care; + Its learning is through Science to despair. + + --Despair lies down and grovels, grapples not + With evil, casts the burden of its lot. + This Age climbs earth. + + --To challenge heaven. + + --Not less + The lower deeps. It laughs at Happiness! + That know I, though the echoes of it wail, + For one step upward on the crags you scale. + Brave is the Age wherein the word will rust, + Which means our soul asleep or body's lust, + Until from warmth of many breasts, that beat + A temperate common music, sunlike heat + The happiness not predatory sheds! + + --But your fierce Yes and No of butting heads, + Now rages to outdo a horny Past. + Shades of a wild Destroyer on the vast + Are thrown by every novel light upraised. + The world's whole round smokes ominously, amazed + And trembling as its pregnant AEtna swells. + Combustibles on hot combustibles + Run piling, for one spark to roll in fire + The mountain-torrent of infernal ire + And leave the track of devils where men built. + Perceptive of a doom, the sinner's guilt + Confesses in a cry for help shrill loud, + If drops the chillness of a passing cloud, + To conscience, reason, human love; in vain: + None save they but the souls which them contain. + No extramural God, the God within + Alone gives aid to city charged with sin. + A world that for the spur of fool and knave, + Sweats in its laboratory, what shall save? + But men who ply their wits in such a school, + Must pray the mercy of the knave and fool. + + --Much have I studied hard Necessity! + To know her Wisdom's mother, and that we + May deem the harshness of her later cries + In labour a sure goad to prick the wise, + If men among the warnings which convulse, + Can gravely dread without the craven's pulse. + Long ere the rising of this Age of ours, + The knave and fool were stamped as monstrous Powers. + Of human lusts and lassitudes they spring, + And are as lasting as the parent thing. + Yet numbering locust hosts, bent they to drill, + They might o'ermatch and have mankind at will. + + Behold such army gathering: ours the spur, + No scattered foe to face, but Lucifer. + Not fool or knave is now the enemy + O'ershadowing men, 'tis Folly, Knavery! + A sea; nor stays that sea the bastioned beach. + Now must the brother soul alive in each, + His traitorous individual devildom + Hold subject lest the grand destruction come. + Dimly men see it menacing apace + To overthrow, perchance uproot the race. + Within, without, they are a field of tares: + Fruitfuller for them when the contest squares, + And wherefore warrior service they must yield, + Shines visible as life on either field. + That is my comfort, following shock on shock, + Which sets faith quaking on their firmest rock. + Since with his weapons, all the arms of Night, + Frail men have challenged Lucifer to fight, + Have matched in hostile ranks, enrolled, erect, + The human and Satanic intellect, + Determined for their uses to control + What forces on the earth and under roll, + Their granite rock runs igneous; now they stand + Pledged to the heavens for safety of their land. + They cannot learn save grossly, gross that are: + Through fear they learn whose aid is good in war. + + --My sister, as I read them in my glass, + Their field of tares they take for pasture grass. + How waken them that have not any bent + Save browsing--the concrete indifferent! + Friend Lucifer supplies them solid stuff: + They fear not for the race when full the trough. + They have much fear of giving up the ghost; + And these are of mankind the unnumbered host. + + --If I could see with you, and did not faint + In beating wing, the future I would paint. + Those massed indifferents will learn to quake: + Now meanwhile is another mass awake, + Once denser than the grunters of the sty. + If I could see with you! Could I but fly! + + --The length of days that you with them have housed, + An outcast else, approves their cause espoused. + + --O true, they have a cause, and woe for us, + While still they have a cause too piteous! + Yet, happy for us when, their cause defined, + They walk no longer with a stumbler blind, + And quicken in the virtue of their cause, + To think me a poor mouther of old saws! + I wait the issue of a battling Age; + The toilers with your "troughsters" now engage; + Instructing them through their acutest sense, + How close the dangers of indifference! + Already have my people shown their worth, + More love they light, which folds the love of Earth. + That love to love of labour leads: thence love + Of humankind--earth's incense flung above. + + --Admit some other features: Faithless, mean; + Encased in matter; vowed to Gods obscene; + Contemptuous of the impalpable, it swells + On Doubt; for pastime swallows miracles; + And if I bid it face what _I_ observe, + Declares me hoodwinked by my optic nerve! + + --Oft has your prophet, for reward of toil, + Seen nests of seeming cockatrices coil: + Disowned them as the unholiest of Time, + Which were his offspring, born of flame on slime. + Nor him, their sire, have known the filial fry: + As little as Time's earliest knew the sky. + Perchance among them shoots a lustrous flame + At intervals, in proof of whom they came. + To strengthen our foundations is the task + Of this tough Age; not in your beams to bask, + Though, lighted by your beams, down mining caves + The rock it blasts, the hoarded foulness braves. + My sister sees no round beyond her mood; + To hawk this Age has dressed her head in hood. + Out of the course of ancient ruts and grooves, + It moves: O much for me to say it moves! + About his AEthiop Highlands Nile is Nile, + Though not the stream of the paternal smile: + And where his tide of nourishment he drives, + An Abyssinian wantonness revives. + Calm as his lotus-leaf to-day he swims; + He is the yellow crops, the rounded limbs, + The Past yet flowing, the fair time that fills; + Breath of all mouths and grist of many mills. + + To-morrow, warning none with tempest-showers, + He is the vast Insensate who devours + His golden promise over leagues of seed, + Then sits in a smooth lake upon the deed. + The races which on barbarous force begin, + Inherit onward of their origin, + And cancelled blessings will the current length + Reveal till they know need of shaping strength. + 'Tis not in men to recognize the need + Before they clash in hosts, in hosts they bleed. + Then may sharp suffering their nature grind; + Of rabble passions grow the chieftain Mind. + Yet mark where still broad Nile boasts thousands fed, + For tens up the safe mountains at his head. + Few would be fed, not far his course prolong, + Save for the troublous blood which makes him strong. + + --That rings of truth! More do your people thrive; + Your Many are more merrily alive + Than erewhile when I gloried in the page + Of radiant singer and anointed sage. + Greece was my lamp: burnt out for lack of oil; + Rome, Python Rome, prey of its robber spoil! + All structures built upon a narrow space + Must fall, from having not your hosts for base. + O thrice must one be you, to see them shift + Along their desert flats, here dash, there drift; + With faith, that of privations and spilt blood, + Comes Reason armed to clear or bank the flood! + And thrice must one be you, to wait release + From duress in the swamp of their increase. + At which oppressive scene, beyond arrest, + A darkness not with stars of heaven dressed, + Philosophers behold; desponding view. + Your Many nourished, starved my brilliant few; + Then flinging heels, as charioteers the reins, + Dive down the fumy AEtna of their brains. + Belated vessels on a rising sea, + They seem: they pass! + + --But not Philosophy! + + --Ay, be we faithful to ourselves: despise + Nought but the coward in us! That way lies + The wisdom making passage through our slough. + Am I not heard, my head to Earth shall bow; + Like her, shall wait to see, and seeing wait. + Philosophy is Life's one match for Fate. + That photosphere of our high fountain One, + Our spirit's Lord and Reason's fostering sun, + Philosophy, shall light us in the shade, + Warm in the frost, make Good our aim and aid. + Companioned by the sweetest, ay renewed, + Unconquerable, whose aim for aid is Good! + Advantage to the Many: that we name + God's voice; have there the surety in our aim. + This thought unto my sister do I owe, + And irony and satire off me throw. + They crack a childish whip, drive puny herds, + Where numbers crave their sustenance in words. + Now let the perils thicken: clearer seen, + Your Chieftain Mind mounts over them serene. + Who never yet of scattered lamps was born + To speed a world, a marching world to warn, + But sunward from the vivid Many springs, + Counts conquest but a step, and through disaster sings. + + + + +FRAGMENTS OF THE ILIAD IN ENGLISH HEXAMETER VERSE + + +THE INVECTIVE OF ACHILLES + + + ILIAD, B. I. V. 149 + + "HEIGH me! brazen of front, thou glutton for plunder, how can one, + Servant here to thy mandates, heed thee among our Achaians, + Either the mission hie on or stoutly do fight with the foemen? + I, not hither I fared on account of the spear-armed Trojans, + Pledged to the combat; they unto me have in nowise a harm done; + Never have they, of a truth, come lifting my horses or oxen; + Never in deep-soiled Phthia, the nurser of heroes, my harvests + Ravaged, they; for between us is numbered full many a darksome + Mountain, ay, therewith too the stretch of the windy sea-waters. + O hugely shameless! thee did we follow to hearten thee, justice + Pluck from the Dardans for him, Menelaos, thee too, thou dog-eyed! + Whereof little thy thought is, nought whatever thou reckest. + Worse, it is thou whose threat 'tis to ravish my prize from me, + portion + Won with much labour, the which my gift from the sons of Achaia. + Never, in sooth, have I known my prize equal thine when Achaians + Gave some flourishing populous Trojan town up to pillage. + Nay, sure, mine were the hands did most in the storm of the combat, + Yet when came peradventure share of the booty amongst us, + Bigger to thee went the prize, while I some small blessed thing bore + Off to the ships, my share of reward for my toil in the bloodshed! + So now go I to Phthia, for better by much it beseems me + Homeward go with my beaked ships now, and I hold not in prospect, + I being outraged, thou mayst gather here plunder and wealth-store." + + + +V. 225 + + + "Bibber besotted, with scowl of a cur, having heart of a deer, thou! + Never to join to thy warriors armed for the press of the conflict, + Never for ambush forth with the princeliest sons of Achaia + Dared thy soul, for to thee that thing would have looked as a + death-stroke. + Sooth, more easy it seems, down the lengthened array of Achaians, + Snatch at the prize of the one whose voice has been lifted against + thee. + Ravening king of the folk, for that thou hast thy rule over abjects; + Else, son of Atreus, now were this outrage on me thy last one. + Nay, but I tell thee, and I do swear a big oath on it likewise: + Yea, by the sceptre here, and it surely bears branches and leaf-buds + Never again, since first it was lopped from its trunk on the + mountains, + No more sprouting; for round it all clean has the sharp metal clipped + off + Leaves and the bark; ay, verify now do the sons of Achaia, + Guardian hands of the counsels of Zeus, pronouncing the judgement, + Hold it aloft; so now unto thee shall the oath have its portent; + Loud will the cry for Achilles burst from the sons of Achaia + Throughout the army, and thou chafe powerless, though in an anguish, + How to give succour when vast crops down under man-slaying Hector + Tumble expiring; and thou deep in thee shalt tear at thy + heart-strings, + Rage-wrung, thou, that in nought thou didst honour the flower of + Achaians." + + + +MARSHALLING OF THE ACHAIANS + + + ILIAD, B. II V. 455 + + LIKE as a terrible fire feeds fast on a forest enormous, + Up on a mountain height, and the blaze of it radiates round far, + So on the bright blest arms of the host in their march did the + splendour + Gleam wide round through the circle of air right up to the sky-vault. + They, now, as when swarm thick in the air multitudinous winged flocks, + Be it of geese or of cranes or the long-necked troops of the + wild-swans, + Off that Asian mead, by the flow of the waters of Kaistros; + Hither and yon fly they, and rejoicing in pride of their pinions, + Clamour, shaped to their ranks, and the mead all about them + resoundeth; + So those numerous tribes from their ships and their shelterings poured + forth + On that plain of Scamander, and horrible rumbled beneath them + Earth to the quick-paced feet of the men and the tramp of the + horse-hooves. + Stopped they then on the fair-flower'd field of Scamander, their + thousands + Many as leaves and the blossoms born of the flowerful season. + Even as countless hot-pressed flies in their multitudes traverse, + Clouds of them, under some herdsman's wonning, where then are the + milk-pails + Also, full of their milk, in the bountiful season of spring-time; + Even so thickly the long-haired sons of Achaia the plain held, + Prompt for the dash at the Trojan host, with the passion to crush + them. + Those, likewise, as the goatherds, eyeing their vast flocks of goats, + know + Easily one from the other when all get mixed o'er the pasture, + So did the chieftains rank them here there in their places for + onslaught, + Hard on the push of the fray; and among them King Agamemnon, + He, for his eyes and his head, as when Zeus glows glad in his thunder, + He with the girdle of Ares, he with the breast of Poseidon. + + + +AGAMEMNON IN THE FIGHT + + + ILIAD, B. XI. V. 148 + + THESE, then, he left, and away where ranks were now clashing the + thickest, + Onward rushed, and with him rushed all of the bright-greaved Achaians. + Foot then footmen slew, that were flying from direful compulsion, + Horse at the horsemen (up from off under them mounted the dust-cloud, + Up off the plain, raised up cloud-thick by the thundering + horse-hooves) + Hewed with the sword's sharp edge; and so meanwhile Lord Agamemnon + Followed, chasing and slaughtering aye, on-urgeing the Argives. + + Now, as when fire voracious catches the unclipped woodland, + This way bears it and that the great whirl of the wind, and the + scrubwood + Stretches uptorn, flung forward alength by the fire's fury rageing, + So beneath Atreides Agamemnon heads of the scattered + Trojans fell; and in numbers amany the horses, neck-stiffened, + Rattled their vacant cars down the roadway gaps of the war-field, + Missing the blameless charioteers, but, for these, they were + outstretched + Flat upon earth, far dearer to vultures than to their home-mates. + + + +PARIS AND DIOMEDES + + + ILIAD; B. XI V. 378 + + SO he, with a clear shout of laughter, + Forth of his ambush leapt, and he vaunted him, uttering thiswise: + "Hit thou art! not in vain flew the shaft; how by rights it had + pierced thee + Into the undermost gut, therewith to have rived thee of life-breath! + Following that had the Trojans plucked a new breath from their direst, + They all frighted of thee, as the goats bleat in flight from a lion." + Then unto him untroubled made answer stout Diomedes: + "Bow-puller, jiber, thy bow for thy glorying, spyer at virgins! + If that thou dared'st face me here out in the open with weapons, + Nothing then would avail thee thy bow and thy thick shot of arrows. + Now thou plumest thee vainly because of a graze of my footsole; + Reck I as were that stroke from a woman or some pettish infant. + Aye flies blunted the dart of the man that's emasculate, noughtworth! + Otherwise hits, forth flying from me, and but strikes it the + slightest, + My keen shaft, and it numbers a man of the dead fallen straightway. + Torn, troth, then are the cheeks of the wife of that man fallen + slaughtered, + Orphans his babes, full surely he reddens the earth with his + blood-drops, + Rotting, round him the birds, more numerous they than the women." + + + +HYPNOS ON IDA + + + ILIAD, B. XIV. V. 283 + + THEY then to fountain-abundant Ida, mother of wild beasts, + Came, and they first left ocean to fare over mainland at Lektos, + Where underneath of their feet waved loftiest growths of the woodland. + There hung Hypnos fast, ere the vision of Zeus was observant, + Mounted upon a tall pine-tree, tallest of pines that on Ida + Lustily spring off soil for the shoot up aloft into aether. + There did he sit well-cloaked by the wide-branched pine for + concealment, + That loud bird, in his form like, that perched high up in the + mountains, + Chalkis is named by the Gods, but of mortals known as Kymindis. + + + +CLASH IN ARMS OF THE ACHAIANS AND TROJANS + + + ILIAD, B. XIV. V. 394 + + NOT the sea-wave so bellows abroad when it bursts upon shingle, + Whipped from the sea's deeps up by the terrible blast of the + Northwind; + Nay, nor is ever the roar of the fierce fire's rush so arousing, + Down along mountain-glades, when it surges to kindle a woodland; + Nay, nor so tonant thunders the stress of the gale in the oak-trees' + Foliage-tresses high, when it rages to raveing its utmost; + As rose then stupendous the Trojan's cry and Achaians', + Dread upshouting as one when together they clashed in the conflict. + + + +THE HORSES OF ACHILLES + + + ILIAD, B. XVII. V. 426 + + SO now the horses of Aiakides, off wide of the war-ground, + Wept, since first they were ware of their charioteer overthrown there, + Cast down low in the whirl of the dust under man-slaying Hector. + Sooth, meanwhile, then did Automedon, brave son of Diores, + Oft, on the one hand, urge them with flicks of the swift whip, and + oft, too, + Coax entreatingly, hurriedly; whiles did he angrily threaten. + Vainly, for these would not to the ships, to the Hellespont spacious, + Backward turn, nor be whipped to the battle among the Achaians. + Nay, as a pillar remains immovable, fixed on the tombstone, + Haply, of some dead man or it may be a woman there-under; + Even like hard stood they there attached to the glorious war-car, + Earthward bowed with their heads; and of them so lamenting incessant + Ran the hot teardrops downward on to the earth from their eyelids, + Mourning their charioteer; all their lustrous manes dusty-clotted, + Right side and left of the yoke-ring tossed, to the breadth of the + yoke-bow. + Now when the issue of Kronos beheld that sorrow, his head shook + Pitying them for their grief, these words then he spake in his bosom; + "Why, ye hapless, gave we to Peleus you, to a mortal + Master; ye that are ageless both, ye both of you deathless! + Was it that ye among men most wretched should come to have + heart-grief? + 'Tis most true, than the race of these men is there wretcheder nowhere + Aught over earth's range found that is gifted with breath and has + movement." + + + +THE MARES OF THE CAMARGUE + + + FROM THE _Mireio_ OF MISTRAL + + A HUNDRED mares, all white! their manes + Like mace-reed of the marshy plains + Thick-tufted, wavy, free o' the shears: + And when the fiery squadron rears + Bursting at speed, each mane appears + Even as the white scarf of a fay + Floating upon their necks along the heavens away. + + O race of humankind, take shame! + For never yet a hand could tame, + Nor bitter spur that rips the flanks subdue + The mares of the Camargue. I have known, + By treason snared, some captives shown; + Expatriate from their native Rhone, + Led off, their saline pastures far from view: + + And on a day, with prompt rebound, + They have flung their riders to the ground, + And at a single gallop, scouring free, + Wide-nostril'd to the wind, twice ten + Of long marsh-leagues devour'd, and then, + Back to the Vacares again, + After ten years of slavery just to breathe salt sea + + For of this savage race unbent, + The ocean is the element. + Of old escaped from Neptune's car, full sure, + Still with the white foam fleck'd are they, + And when the sea puffs black from grey, + And ships part cables, loudly neigh + The stallions of Camargue, all joyful in the roar; + + And keen as a whip they lash and crack + Their tails that drag the dust, and back + Scratch up the earth, and feel, entering their flesh, where he, + The God, drives deep his trident teeth, + Who in one horror, above, beneath, + Bids storm and watery deluge seethe, + And shatters to their depths the abysses of the sea. + + _Cant._ iv. + + * * * * * + + * * * * * + + Butler and Tanner, The Selwood Printing Works, Frome, and London. + + + + +***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A READING OF LIFE*** + + +******* This file should be named 1042-0.txt or 1042-0.zip ******* + + +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: +http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/0/4/1042 + + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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