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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: By Still Waters + Lyrical Poems Old and New + +Author: George William Russell + +Release Date: August 29, 2005 [EBook #16615] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BY STILL WATERS *** + + + + +Produced by David Starner, Sankar Viswanathan, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + BY STILL WATERS, LYRICAL + POEMS OLD AND NEW BY A.E. + + + + + + + + + + + + THE DUN EMER PRESS + DUNDRUM + MCMVI + + + + +TABLE OF CONTENTS + + + Prelude + A Summer Night + Creation + Dusk + Night + Dawn + Day + Dana + Remembrance + The Hour of the King + The Winds of Angus + Reflections + The Dawn of Darkness + Natural Magic + In the Womb + Forgiveness + A Woman's Voice + Parting + A Prayer + The Heroes + Recall + Blindness + Brotherhood + A New Being + The Man to the Angel + Endurance + The Vesture of the Soul + The Twilight of Earth + The Dream + The Parting of Ways + Song + The Virgin Mother + + +The Manager of the Dun Emer Press has to thank Mr. John Lane for +permission to reprint ten poems from Homeward Songs by the Way and +nine poems from The Earth Breath, also Messrs. Macmillan & Co. for +permission to reprint seven poems from The Divine Vision. + + + + + Oh, be not led away, + Lured by the colour of the sun-rich day. + The gay romance of song + Unto the spirit life doth not belong: + Though far-between the hours + In which the Master of Angelic powers + Lightens the dusk within + The holy of holies, be it thine to win + Rare vistas of white light, + Half parted lips through which the Infinite + Murmurs her ancient story, + Harkening to whom the wandering planets hoary + Waken primeval fires, + With deeper rapture in celestial choirs + Breathe, and with fleeter motion + Wheel in their orbits through the surgeless ocean. + So hearken thou like these, + Intent on her, mounting by slow degrees, + Until thy song's elation + Echoes her multitudinous meditation. + + + + +A SUMMER NIGHT + + + Her mist of primroses within her breast + Twilight hath folded up, and o'er the west, + Seeking remoter valleys long hath gone, + Not yet hath come her sister of the dawn. + Silence and coolness now the earth enfold: + Jewels of glittering green, long mists of gold, + Hazes of nebulous silver veil the height, + And shake in tremors through the shadowy night. + Heard through the stillness, as in whispered words, + The wandering God-guided wings of birds + Ruffle the dark. The little lives that lie + Deep hid in grass join in a long-drawn sigh + More softly still; and unheard through the blue + The falling of innumerable dew, + Lifts with grey fingers all the leaves that lay + Burned in the heat of the consuming day. + The lawns and lakes lie in this night of love, + Admitted to the majesty above. + Earth with the starry company hath part; + The waters hold all heaven within their heart, + And glimmer o'er with wave-lips everywhere + Lifted to meet the angel lips of air. + The many homes of men shine near and far; + Peace-laden as the tender evening star, + The late home-coming folk anticipate + Their rest beyond the passing of the gate, + And tread with sleep-filled hearts on drowsy feet. + Oh, far away and wonderful and sweet + All this, all this. But far too many things + Obscuring, as a cloud of seraph wings + Blinding the seeker for the Lord behind, + I fall away in weariness of mind, + And think how far apart are I and you, + Beloved, from those spirit children who + Felt but one single Being long ago, + Whispering in gentleness and leaning low + Out of its majesty, as child to child. + I think upon it all with heart grown wild. + Hearing no voice, howe'er my spirit broods. + No whisper from the dense infinitudes, + This world of myriad things whose distance awes. + Ah me; how innocent our childhood was! + + + + +CREATION + + + As one by one the veils took flight, + The day withdrew, the stars came up: + The spirit issued dark and bright, + Filling thy beauty like a cup. + + Sacred thy laughter on the air, + Holy thy lightest word that fell, + Proud the innumerable hair + That waved at the enchanter's spell. + + Oh Master of the Beautiful, + Creating us from hour to hour, + Give me this vision to the full + To see in lightest things thy power! + + This vision give, no heaven afar, + No throne, and yet I will rejoice, + Knowing beneath my feet a star, + Thy word in every wandering voice. + + + + +DUSK + + + Dusk wraps the village in its dim caress; + Each chimney's vapour, like a thin grey rod, + Mounting aloft through miles of quietness, + Pillars the skies of God. + + Far up they break or seem to break their line, + Mingling their nebulous crests that bow and nod + Under the light of those fierce stars that shine + Out of the calm of God. + + Only in clouds and dreams I felt those souls + In the abyss, each fire hid in its clod, + From which in clouds and dreams the spirit rolls + Into the vast of God. + + + + +NIGHT + + + Heart-hidden from the outer things I rose; + The spirit woke anew in nightly birth + Unto the vastness where forever glows + The star-soul of the earth. + + There all alone in primal ecstasy, + Within her depths where revels never tire, + The Olden Beauty shines: each thought of me + Is veined through with its fire. + + And all my thoughts are throngs of living souls; + They breathe in me, heart unto heart allied; + Their joy undimmed, though when the morning tolls + The planets may divide. + + + + +DAWN + + + Still as the holy of holies breathes the vast + Within its crystal depths the stars grow dim; + Fire on the altar of the hills at last + Burns on the shadowy rim. + + Moments that holds all moments; white upon + The verge it trembles; then like mists of flowers + Break from the fairy fountain of the dawn + The hues of many hours. + + Thrown downward from that high companionship + Of dreaming inmost heart with inmost heart, + Into the common daily ways I slip, + My fire from theirs apart. + + + + +DAY + + + In day from some titanic past it seems + As if a thread divine of memory runs; + Born ere the Mighty One began his dreams, + Or yet were stars and suns. + + But here an iron will has fixed the bars; + Forgetfulness falls on earth's myriad races: + No image of the proud and morning stars + Looks at us from their faces. + + Yet yearning still to reach to those dim heights, + Each dream remembered is a burning-glass, + Where through to darkness from the Light of Lights + Its rays in splendour pass. + + + + +DANA + + + I am the tender voice calling 'Away,' + Whispering between the beatings of the heart, + And inaccessible in dewy eyes + I dwell, and all unkissed on lovely lips, + Lingering between white breasts inviolate, + And fleeting ever from the passionate touch, + I shine afar, till men may not divine + Whether it is the stars or the beloved + They follow with wrapt spirit. And I weave + My spells at evening, folding with dim caress, + Aerial arms and twilight dropping hair, + The lonely wanderer by wood or shore, + Till, filled with some deep tenderness, he yields, + Feeling in dreams for the dear mother heart + He knew, ere he forsook the starry way, + And clings there, pillowed far above the smoke + And the dim murmur from the duns of men. + I can enchant the trees and rocks, and fill + The dumb brown lips of earth with mystery, + Make them reveal or hide the god. I breathe + A deeper pity than all love, myself + Mother of all, but without hands to heal: + Too vast and vague, they know me not. But yet + I am the heartbreak over fallen things, + The sudden gentleness that stays the blow, + And I am in the kiss that foemen give + Pausing in battle, and in the tears that fall + Over the vanquished foe, and in the highest; + Among the Danaan gods, I am the last + Council of mercy in their hearts where they + Mete justice from a thousand starry thrones. + + + + +REMEMBRANCE + + + There were many burning hours on the heart-sweet tide, + And we passed away from ourselves, forgetting all + The immortal moods that faded, the god who died, + Hastening away to the King on a distant call. + + There were ruby dews were shed when the heart was riven, + And passionate pleading and prayers to the dead we had wronged; + And we passed away unremembering and unforgiven, + Hastening away to the King for the peace we longed. + + Love unremembered and heart-ache we left behind, + We forsook them, unheeding, hastening away in our flight; + We knew the hearts we had wronged of old we would find + When we came to the fold of the King for rest in the night. + + + + +THE HOUR OF THE KING + + + Who would think this quiet breather + From the world had taken flight? + Yet within the form we see there + Wakes the golden King to-night. + + Out upon the face of faces + He looked forth before his sleep: + Now he knows the starry races + Haunters of the ancient deep; + + On the Bird of Diamond Glory + Floats in mystic floods of song: + As he lists Time's triple story + Seems but as a day is long. + + From the mightier Adam falling + To his image dwarfed in clay, + He will at our voices calling + Come to this side of the day. + + When he wakes, the dreamy-hearted, + He will know not whence he came, + And the light from which he parted + Be the seraph's sword of flame, + + And behind it hosts supernal + Guarding the lost paradise, + And the tree of life eternal + From the weeping human eyes. + + + + +THE WINDS OF ANGUS + + + The grey road whereupon we trod became as holy ground: + The eve was all one voice that breathed its message with no sound: + And burning multitudes pour through my heart, too bright, too blind, + Too swift and hurried in their flight to leave their tale behind. + Twin gates unto that living world, dark honey-coloured eyes + The lifting of whose lashes flushed the face with paradise-- + Beloved, there I saw within their ardent rays unfold + The likeness of enraptured birds that flew from deeps of gold + To deeps of gold within my breast to rest or there to be + Transfigured in the light, or find a death to life in me. + So love, a burning multitude, a seraph wind which blows + From out the deep of being to the deep of being goes: + And sun and moon and starry fires and earth and air and sea + Are creatures from the deep let loose who pause in ecstasy, + Or wing their wild and heavenly way until again they find + The ancient deep and fade therein, enraptured, bright and blind. + + + + +REFLECTIONS + + + How shallow is this mere that gleams! + Its depth of blue is from the skies; + And from a distant sun the dreams + And lovely light within your eyes. + + We deem our love so infinite + Because the Lord is everywhere, + And love awakening is made bright + And bathed in that diviner air. + + We go on our enchanted way + And deem our hours immortal hours, + Who are but shadow kings that play + With mirrored majesties and powers. + + + + +THE DAWN OF DARKNESS + + + Come earth's little children pit-pat from their burrows on the hill; + Hangs within the gloom its weary head the shining daffodil. + In the valley underneath us through the fragrance flit along + Over fields and over hedgerows little quivering drops of song. + All adown the pale blue mantle of the mountains far away + Stream the tresses of the twilight flying in the wake of day. + Night comes; soon alone shall fancy follow sadly in her flight + Where the fiery dust of evening, shaken from the feet of light, + Thrusts its monstrous barriers between the pure, the good, the true, + That our weeping eyes may strain for, but shall never after view. + Only yester eve I watched with heart at rest the nebulæ + Looming far within the shadowy shining of the Milky Way; + Finding in the stillness joy and hope for all the sons of men; + Now what silent anguish fills a night more beautiful than then. + For earth's age of pain has come, and all her sister planets weep, + Thinking of her fires of morning passing into dreamless sleep. + In this cycle of great sorrow for the moments that we last + We too shall be linked by weeping to the greatness of her past: + But the coming race shall know not, and the fount of tears shall dry, + And the arid heart of man be arid as the desert sky. + So within my mind the darkness dawned and round me everywhere + Hope departed with the twilight, leaving only dumb despair. + + + + +NATURAL MAGIC + + + We are tired who follow after + Phantasy and truth that flies: + You with only look and laughter + Stain our hearts with richest dyes. + + When you break upon our study + Vanish all our frosty cares; + As the diamond deep grows ruddy, + Filled with morning unawares. + + With the stuff that dreams are made of + But an empty house we build: + Glooms we are ourselves afraid of, + By the ancient starlight chilled. + + All unwise in thought or duty-- + Still our wisdom envies you: + We who lack the living beauty + Half our secret knowledge rue. + + Thought nor fear in you nor dreaming + Veil the light with mist about; + Joy, as through a crystal gleaming, + Flashes from the gay heart out. + + Pain and penitence forsaking, + Hearts like cloisters dim and grey, + By your laughter lured, awaking + Join with you the dance of day. + + + + +IN THE WOMB + + + Still rests the heavy share on the dark soil: + Upon the black mould thick the dew-damp lies: + The horse waits patient: from his lowly toil + The ploughboy to the morning lifts his eyes. + + The unbudding hedgerows dark against day's fires + Glitter with gold-lit crystals: on the rim + Over the unregarding city's spires + The lonely beauty shines alone for him. + + And day by day the dawn or dark enfolds + And feeds with beauty eyes that cannot see + How in her womb the mighty mother moulds + The infant spirit for eternity. + + + + +FORGIVENESS + + + At dusk the window panes grew grey; + The wet world vanished in the gloom; + The dim and silver end of day + Scarce glimmered through the little room. + + And all my sins were told; I said + Such things to her who knew not sin-- + The sharp ache throbbing in my head, + The fever running high within. + + I touched with pain her purity; + Sin's darker sense I could not bring: + My soul was black as night to me: + To her I was a wounded thing. + + I needed love no words could say; + She drew me softly nigh her chair, + My head upon her knees to lay, + With cool hands that caressed my hair. + + She sat with hands as if to bless, + And looked with grave, ethereal eyes; + Ensouled by ancient quietness, + A gentle priestess of the Wise. + + + + +A WOMAN'S VOICE + + + His head within my bosom lay, + But yet his spirit slipped not through: + I only felt the burning clay + That withered for the cooling dew. + + It was but pity when I spoke + And called him to my heart for rest, + And half a mother's love that woke + Feeling his head upon my breast: + + And half the lion's tenderness + To shield her cubs from hurt or death, + Which, when the serried hunters press, + Makes terrible her wounded breath. + + But when the lips I breathed upon + Asked for such love as equals claim + I looked where all the stars were gone + Burned in the day's immortal flame. + + 'Come thou like yon great dawn to me + From darkness vanquished, battles done: + Flame unto flame shall flow and be + Within thy heart and mine as one.' + + + + +PARTING + + + As from our dream we died away + Far off I felt the outer things; + Your wind-blown tresses round me play, + Your bosom's gentle murmurings. + + And far away our faces met + As on the verge of the vast spheres; + And in the night our cheeks were wet, + I could not say with dew or tears. + + As one within the Mother's heart + In that hushed dream upon the height + We lived, and then we rose to part, + Because her ways are infinite. + + + + +A PRAYER + + + O, holy Spirit of the Hazel, hearken now, + Though shining suns and silver moons burn on the bough, + And though the fruit of stars by many myriads gleam, + Yet in the undergrowth below, still in thy dream, + Lighting the labyrinthine maze and monstrous gloom + Are many gem-winged flowers with gay and delicate bloom; + And in the shade, hearken, O Dreamer of the Tree, + One wild rose blossom of thy spirit breathed on me + With lovely and still light, a little sister flower + To those that whitely on the tall moon branches tower, + Lord of the Hazel now, oh hearken while I pray, + This wild rose blossom of thy spirit fades away. + + + + +THE HEROES + + + By many a dream of God and man my thoughts in shining flocks were led: + But as I went through Patrick Street the hopes and prophecies were dead. + The hopes and prophecies were dead: they could not blossom where the feet + Walked amid rottenness, or where the brawling shouters stamped the street. + Where was the beauty that the Lord gave man when first he towered in pride? + But one came by me at whose word the bitter condemnation died. + His brows were crowned with thorns of light: his eyes were bright as one + who sees + The starry palaces shine o'er the sparkle of the heavenly seas. + 'Is it not beautiful?' he cried. Our Faery Land of Hearts' Desire + Is mingled through the mire and mist, yet stainless keeps its lovely fire. + The pearly phantoms with blown hair are dancing where the drunkards reel: + The cloud frail daffodils shine out where filth is splashing from the heel. + O sweet, and sweet, and sweet to hear, the melodies in rivers run: + The rapture of their crowded notes is yet the myriad voice of One. + Those who are lost and fallen here, to-night in sleep shall pass the gate, + And wear the purples of the King, and know them masters of their fate. + Each wrinkled hag shall reassume the plumes and hues of paradise: + Each brawler be enthroned in calm among the Children of the Wise. + Yet in the council with the gods no one will falter to pursue + His lofty purpose, but come forth the cyclic labours to renew; + And take the burden of the world and dim his beauty in a shroud, + And wrestle with the chaos till the anarch to the light be bowed. + We cannot for forgetfulness forego the reverence due to them + Who wear at times they do not guess the sceptre and the diadem. + As bright a crown as this was theirs when first they from the Father sped; + Yet look with deeper eyes and still the ancient beauty is not dead. + He mingled with the multitude. I saw their brows were crowned and bright, + A light around the shadowy heads, a shadow round the head of light. + + + + +RECALL + + + What call may draw thee back again, + Lost dove, what art, what charm may please? + The tender touch, the kiss, are vain, + For thou wert lured away by these. + + Oh, must we use the iron hand, + And mask with hate the holy breath, + With alien voice give love's command, + As they through love the call of death? + + + + +BLINDNESS + + + Our true hearts are forever lonely: + A wistfulness is in our thought: + Our lights are like the dawns which only + Seem bright to us and yet are not. + + Something you see in me I wis not: + Another heart in you I guess: + A stranger's lips--but thine I kiss not, + Erring in all my tenderness. + + I sometimes think a mighty lover + Takes every burning kiss we give: + His lights are those which round us hover: + For him alone our lives we live. + + Ah, sigh for us whose hearts unseeing + Point all their passionate love in vain, + And blinded in the joy of being, + Meet only when pain touches pain. + + + + +BROTHERHOOD + + + Twilight, a blossom grey in shadowy valleys dwells: + Under the radiant dark the deep blue-tinted bells + In quietness reïmage heaven within their blooms, + Sapphire and gold and mystery. What strange perfumes, + Out of what deeps arising, all the flower-bells fling, + Unknowing the enchanted odorous song they sing! + Oh, never was an eve so living yet: the wood + Stirs not but breathes enraptured quietide. + Here in these shades the Ancient knows itself, the Soul, + And out of slumber waking starts unto the goal. + What bright companions nod and go along with it! + Out of the teeming dark what dusky creatures flit, + That through the long leagues of the island night above + Come by me, wandering, whispering, beseeching love; + As in the twilight children gather close and press + Nigh and more nigh with shadowy tenderness, + Feeling they know not what, with noiseless footsteps glide + Seeking familiar lips or hearts to dream beside. + O voices, I would go with you, with you, away, + Facing once more the radiant gateways of the day; + With you, with you, what memories arise, and nigh + Trampling the crowded figures of the dawn go by, + Dread deities, the giant powers that warred on men + Grow tender brothers and gay children once again; + Fades every hate away before the Mother's breast + Where all the exiles of the heart return to rest. + + + + +A NEW BEING + + + I know myself no more, my child, + Since thou art come to me, + Pity so tender and so wild + Hath wrapped my thoughts of thee. + + These thoughts, a fiery gentle rain, + Are from the Mother shed, + Where many a broken heart hath lain + And many a weeping head. + + + + +THE MAN TO THE ANGEL + + + I have wept a million tears: + Pure and proud one, where are thine, + What the gain though all thy years + In unbroken beauty shine? + + All your beauty cannot win + Truth we learn in pain and sighs: + You can never enter in + To the circle of the wise. + + They are but the slaves of light + Who have never known the gloom, + And between the dark and bright + Willed in freedom their own doom. + + Think not in your pureness there, + That our pain but follows sin: + There are fires for those who dare + Seek the throne of might to win. + + Pure one, from your pride refrain: + Dark and lost amid the strife + I am myriad years of pain + Nearer to the fount of life. + + When defiance fierce is thrown + At the God to whom you bow, + Rest the lips of the Unknown + Tenderest upon my brow. + + + + +ENDURANCE + + + He bent above: so still her breath + What air she breathed he could not say, + Whether in worlds of life or death: + So softly ebbed away, away + The life that had been light to him, + So fled her beauty leaving dim + The emptying chambers of his heart + Thrilled only by the pang and smart, + The dull and throbbing agony + That suffers still, yet knows not why. + Love's immortality so blind + Dreams that all things with it conjoined + Must share with it immortal day: + But not of this--but not of this-- + The touch, the eyes, the laugh, the kiss, + Fall from it and it goes its way. + So blind he wept above her clay, + 'I did not think that you could die. + Only some veil would cover you + Our loving eyes could still pierce through; + And see through dusky shadows still + Move as of old your wild sweet will, + Impatient every heart to win + And flash its heavenly radiance in.' + Though all the worlds were sunk in rest + The ruddy star within his breast + Would croon its tale of ancient pain, + Its sorrow that would never wane, + Its memory of the days of yore + Moulded in beauty evermore. + Ah, immortality so blind, + To dream all things with it conjoined + Must follow it from star to star + And share with it immortal years. + The memory, yearning, grief, and tears, + Fall from it and it goes afar. + He walked at night along the sands, + And saw the stars dance overhead, + He had no memory of the dead, + But lifted up exultant hands + To hail the future like a boy, + The myriad paths his feet might press. + Unhaunted by old tenderness + He felt an inner secret joy! + A spirit of unfettered will + Through light and darkness moving still + Within the All to find its own, + To be immortal and alone. + + + + +THE VESTURE OF THE SOUL + + + I pitied one whose tattered dress + Was patched, and stained with dust and rain; + He smiled on me; I could not guess + The viewless spirit's wide domain. + + He said, 'The royal robe I wear + Trails all along the fields of light: + Its silent blue and silver bear + For gems the starry dust of night.' + + 'The breath of joy unceasingly + Waves to and fro its folds starlit, + And far beyond earth's misery + I live and breathe the joy of it.' + + + + +THE TWILIGHT OF EARTH + + + The wonder of the world is o'er: + The magic from the sea is gone: + There is no unimagined shore, + No islet yet to venture on. + The Sacred Hazels' blooms are shed, + The Nuts of Knowledge harvested. + + Oh, what is worth this lore of age + If time shall never bring us back + Our battle with the gods to wage + Reeling along the starry track. + The battle rapture here goes by + In warring upon things that die. + + Let be the tale of him whose love + Was sighed between white Deirdre's breasts, + It will not lift the heart above + The sodden clay on which it rests. + Love once had power the gods to bring + All rapt on its wild wandering. + + We shiver in the falling dew, + And seek a shelter from the storm: + When man these elder brothers knew + He found the mother nature warm, + A hearth fire blazing through it all, + A home without a circling wall. + + We dwindle down beneath the skies, + And from ourselves we pass away: + The paradise of memories + Grows ever fainter day by day. + The shepherd stars have shrunk within, + The world's great night will soon begin. + + Will no one, ere it is too late, + Ere fades the last memorial gleam, + Recall for us our earlier state? + For nothing but so vast a dream + That it would scale the steeps of air + Could rouse us from so vast despair. + + The power is ours to make or mar + Our fate as on the earliest morn, + The Darkness and the Radiance are + Creatures within the spirit born. + Yet, bathed in gloom too long, we might + Forget how we imagined light. + + Not yet are fixed the prison bars: + The hidden light the spirit owns + If blown to flame would dim the stars + And they who rule them from their thrones: + And the proud sceptred spirits thence + Would bow to pay us reverence. + + Oh, while the glory sinks within + Let us not wait on earth behind, + But follow where it flies, and win + The glow again, and we may find + Beyond the Gateways of the Day + Dominion and ancestral sway. + + + + +THE DREAM + + + I did not deem it half so sweet + To feel thy gentle hand, + As in a dream thy soul to greet + Across wide leagues of land, + + Untouched more near to draw to you + Where, amid radiant skies, + Glimmered thy plumes of iris hue, + My Bird of Paradise. + + Let me dream only with my heart, + Love first, and after see: + Know thy diviner counterpart + Before I kneel to thee. + + So in thy motions all expressed + Thy angel I may view: + I shall not on thy beauty rest, + But Beauty's ray in you. + + + + +THE PARTING OF WAYS + + + The skies from black to pearly grey + Had veered without a star or sun; + Only a burning opal ray + Fell on your brow when all was done. + + Aye, after victory, the crown; + Yet through the fight no word of cheer; + And what would win and what go down + No word could help, no light make clear. + + A thousand ages onward led + Their joys and sorrows to that hour; + No wisdom weighed, no word was said, + For only what we were had power. + + There was no tender leaning there + Of brow to brow in loving mood; + For we were rapt apart, and were + In elemental solitude. + + We knew not in redeeming day + Whether our spirits would be found + Floating along the starry way, + Or in the earthly vapours drowned. + + Brought by the sunrise-coloured flame + To earth, uncertain yet, the while + I looked at you, there slowly came, + Noble and sisterly, your smile. + + We bade adieu to love the old; + We heard another lover then, + Whose forms are myriad and untold, + Sigh to us from the hearts of men. + + + + +SONG + + + Dusk its ash-grey blossoms sheds on violet skies, + Over twilight mountains where the heart songs rise, + Rise and fall and fade away from earth to air. + Earth renews the music sweeter. Oh, come there. + Come, acushla, come, as in ancient times + Rings aloud the underland with faery chimes. + Down the unseen ways as strays each tinkling fleece + Winding ever onward to a fold of peace, + So my dreams go straying in a land more fair; + Half I tread the dew-wet grasses, half wander there. + Fade your glimmering eyes in a world grown cold; + Come, acushla, with me to the mountains old. + There the bright ones call us waving to and fro-- + Come, my children, with me to the ancient go. + + + + +THE VIRGIN MOTHER + + + Who is that goddess to whom men should pray + But her from whom their hearts have turned away, + Out of whose virgin being they were born, + Whose mother nature they have named in scorn + Calling its holy substance common clay. + + Yet from this so despised earth was made + The milky whiteness of those queens who swayed + Their generations with a light caress, + And from some image of whose loveliness + The heart built up high heaven when it prayed. + + Lover, your heart, the heart on which it lies, + Your eyes that gaze, and those alluring eyes, + Your lips, the lips they kiss, alike had birth + Within this dark divinity of earth, + Within this mother being you despise. + + Ah, when I think this earth on which we tread + Hath borne these blossoms of the lovely dead, + And made the living heart I love to beat, + I look with sudden awe beneath my feet + As you with erring reverence overhead. + + + + + Here ends By Still Waters, Lyrical Poems Old & New by A.E., + printed upon paper made in Ireland, and published by + Elizabeth C. 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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: By Still Waters + Lyrical Poems Old and New + +Author: George William Russell + +Release Date: August 29, 2005 [EBook #16615] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BY STILL WATERS *** + + + + +Produced by David Starner, Sankar Viswanathan, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + + +<h1> BY STILL WATERS, LYRICAL<br /> + POEMS OLD AND NEW BY A.E.</h1> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<h3>THE DUN EMER PRESS<br /> + DUNDRUM<br /> + MCMVI</h3> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h3>TABLE OF CONTENTS</h3> + + + + +<table summary="Contents"> + <tr> + <td> </td> + <td class="tocpg">PAGE</td> + </tr> + <tr> + + <td><a href="#prelude">Prelude</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">1</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#A_SUMMER_NIGHT">A Summer Night</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">3</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#CREATION">Creation</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">4</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#DUSK">Dusk</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">5</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#NIGHT">Night</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">6</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#DAWN">Dawn</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">6</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#DAY">Day</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">7</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#DANA">Dana</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">7</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#REMEMBRANCE">Remembrance</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">9</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#THE_HOUR_OF_THE_KING">The Hour of the King</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">9</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#THE_WINDS_OF_ANGUS">The Winds of Angus</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">11</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#REFLECTIONS">Reflections</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">12</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#THE_DAWN_OF_DARKNESS">The Dawn of Darkness</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">12</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#NATURAL_MAGIC">Natural Magic</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">14</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#IN_THE_WOMB">In the Womb</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">15</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#FORGIVENESS">Forgiveness</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">16</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#A_WOMANS_VOICE">A Woman's Voice</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">17</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#PARTING">Parting</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">18</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#A_PRAYER">A Prayer</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">18</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#THE_HEROES">The Heroes</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">19</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#RECALL">Recall</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">21</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#BLINDNESS">Blindness</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">21</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#BROTHERHOOD">Brotherhood</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">22</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#A_NEW_BEING">A New Being</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">23</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#THE_MAN_TO_THE_ANGEL">The Man to the Angel</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">24</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#ENDURANCE">Endurance</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">25</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#THE_VESTURE_OF_THE_SOUL">The Vesture of the Soul</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">27</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#THE_TWILIGHT_OF_EARTH">The Twilight of Earth</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">27</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#THE_DREAM">The Dream</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">30</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#THE_PARTING_OF_WAYS">The Parting of Ways</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">30</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#SONG">Song</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">32</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td><a href="#THE_VIRGIN_MOTHER">The Virgin Mother</a></td> + <td class="tocpg">32</td> + </tr> + +</table> + + +<p> </p> + + +<p> +</p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class="center">The Manager of the Dun Emer Press has to thank <br />Mr. John Lane for +permission to reprint ten poems <br />from Homeward Songs by the Way and +nine poems from <br />The Earth Breath, also Messrs. Macmillan & Co. <br />for +permission to reprint seven poems from The Divine Vision.</p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p> <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1"></a>[1]</span> </p> + +<p><a name="prelude" id="prelude"></a></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, be not led away,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lured by the colour of the sun-rich day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The gay romance of song<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unto the spirit life doth not belong:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though far-between the hours<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In which the Master of Angelic powers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lightens the dusk within<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The holy of holies, be it thine to win<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rare vistas of white light,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Half parted lips through which the Infinite<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Murmurs her ancient story,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Harkening to whom the wandering planets hoary<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waken primeval fires,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With deeper rapture in celestial choirs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breathe, and with fleeter motion<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wheel in their orbits through the surgeless ocean.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So hearken thou like these,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Intent on her, mounting by slow degrees,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until thy song's elation<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Echoes her multitudinous meditation.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p> <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3"></a>[3]</span> </p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_SUMMER_NIGHT" id="A_SUMMER_NIGHT"></a>A SUMMER NIGHT</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her mist of primroses within her breast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Twilight hath folded up, and o'er the west,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seeking remoter valleys long hath gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not yet hath come her sister of the dawn.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Silence and coolness now the earth enfold:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Jewels of glittering green, long mists of gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hazes of nebulous silver veil the height,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shake in tremors through the shadowy night.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heard through the stillness, as in whispered words,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wandering God-guided wings of birds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ruffle the dark. The little lives that lie<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deep hid in grass join in a long-drawn sigh<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More softly still; and unheard through the blue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The falling of innumerable dew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lifts with grey fingers all the leaves that lay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Burned in the heat of the consuming day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lawns and lakes lie in this night of love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Admitted to the majesty above.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Earth with the starry company hath part;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The waters hold all heaven within their heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And glimmer o'er with wave-lips everywhere<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lifted to meet the angel lips of air.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The many homes of men shine near and far;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Peace-laden as the tender evening star,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The late home-coming folk anticipate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their rest beyond the passing of the gate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tread with sleep-filled hearts on drowsy feet.<br /></span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4"></a>[4]</span> +<span class="i0">Oh, far away and wonderful and sweet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All this, all this. But far too many things<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Obscuring, as a cloud of seraph wings<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blinding the seeker for the Lord behind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I fall away in weariness of mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And think how far apart are I and you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beloved, from those spirit children who<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Felt but one single Being long ago,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whispering in gentleness and leaning low<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out of its majesty, as child to child.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I think upon it all with heart grown wild.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hearing no voice, howe'er my spirit broods.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No whisper from the dense infinitudes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This world of myriad things whose distance awes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ah me; how innocent our childhood was!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CREATION" id="CREATION"></a>CREATION</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As one by one the veils took flight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The day withdrew, the stars came up:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The spirit issued dark and bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Filling thy beauty like a cup.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sacred thy laughter on the air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Holy thy lightest word that fell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Proud the innumerable hair<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That waved at the enchanter's spell.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5"></a>[5]</span> +<span class="i0">Oh Master of the Beautiful,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Creating us from hour to hour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Give me this vision to the full<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To see in lightest things thy power!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This vision give, no heaven afar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No throne, and yet I will rejoice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Knowing beneath my feet a star,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy word in every wandering voice.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="DUSK" id="DUSK"></a>DUSK</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Dusk wraps the village in its dim caress;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each chimney's vapour, like a thin grey rod,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mounting aloft through miles of quietness,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Pillars the skies of God.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Far up they break or seem to break their line,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mingling their nebulous crests that bow and nod<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Under the light of those fierce stars that shine<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Out of the calm of God.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Only in clouds and dreams I felt those souls<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the abyss, each fire hid in its clod,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From which in clouds and dreams the spirit rolls<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Into the vast of God.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p> <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6"></a>[6]</span> </p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="NIGHT" id="NIGHT"></a>NIGHT</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Heart-hidden from the outer things I rose;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The spirit woke anew in nightly birth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unto the vastness where forever glows<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The star-soul of the earth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There all alone in primal ecstasy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within her depths where revels never tire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Olden Beauty shines: each thought of me<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Is veined through with its fire.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And all my thoughts are throngs of living souls;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They breathe in me, heart unto heart allied;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their joy undimmed, though when the morning tolls<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The planets may divide.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="DAWN" id="DAWN"></a>DAWN</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Still as the holy of holies breathes the vast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within its crystal depths the stars grow dim;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fire on the altar of the hills at last<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Burns on the shadowy rim.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Moments that holds all moments; white upon<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The verge it trembles; then like mists of flowers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Break from the fairy fountain of the dawn<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The hues of many hours.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7"></a>[7]</span> +<span class="i0">Thrown downward from that high companionship<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of dreaming inmost heart with inmost heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into the common daily ways I slip,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">My fire from theirs apart.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="DAY" id="DAY"></a>DAY</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In day from some titanic past it seems<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As if a thread divine of memory runs;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Born ere the Mighty One began his dreams,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Or yet were stars and suns.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But here an iron will has fixed the bars;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forgetfulness falls on earth's myriad races:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No image of the proud and morning stars<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Looks at us from their faces.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yet yearning still to reach to those dim heights,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each dream remembered is a burning-glass,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where through to darkness from the Light of Lights<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Its rays in splendour pass.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="DANA" id="DANA"></a>DANA</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I am the tender voice calling 'Away,'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whispering between the beatings of the heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And inaccessible in dewy eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I dwell, and all unkissed on lovely lips,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lingering between white breasts inviolate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fleeting ever from the passionate touch,<br /></span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8"></a>[8]</span> +<span class="i0">I shine afar, till men may not divine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whether it is the stars or the beloved<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They follow with wrapt spirit. And I weave<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My spells at evening, folding with dim caress,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Aerial arms and twilight dropping hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lonely wanderer by wood or shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till, filled with some deep tenderness, he yields,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feeling in dreams for the dear mother heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He knew, ere he forsook the starry way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And clings there, pillowed far above the smoke<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the dim murmur from the duns of men.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I can enchant the trees and rocks, and fill<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dumb brown lips of earth with mystery,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Make them reveal or hide the god. I breathe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A deeper pity than all love, myself<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mother of all, but without hands to heal:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Too vast and vague, they know me not. But yet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am the heartbreak over fallen things,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sudden gentleness that stays the blow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I am in the kiss that foemen give<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pausing in battle, and in the tears that fall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over the vanquished foe, and in the highest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Among the Danaan gods, I am the last<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Council of mercy in their hearts where they<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mete justice from a thousand starry thrones.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p> <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9"></a>[9]</span> </p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="REMEMBRANCE" id="REMEMBRANCE"></a>REMEMBRANCE</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There were many burning hours on the heart-sweet tide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And we passed away from ourselves, forgetting all<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The immortal moods that faded, the god who died,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hastening away to the King on a distant call.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There were ruby dews were shed when the heart was riven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And passionate pleading and prayers to the dead we had wronged;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And we passed away unremembering and unforgiven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hastening away to the King for the peace we longed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Love unremembered and heart-ache we left behind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We forsook them, unheeding, hastening away in our flight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We knew the hearts we had wronged of old we would find<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When we came to the fold of the King for rest in the night.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_HOUR_OF_THE_KING" id="THE_HOUR_OF_THE_KING"></a>THE HOUR OF THE KING</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Who would think this quiet breather<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the world had taken flight?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet within the form we see there<br /></span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10"></a>[10]</span> +<span class="i0">Wakes the golden King to-night.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out upon the face of faces<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He looked forth before his sleep:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now he knows the starry races<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haunters of the ancient deep;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On the Bird of Diamond Glory<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Floats in mystic floods of song:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As he lists Time's triple story<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seems but as a day is long.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From the mightier Adam falling<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To his image dwarfed in clay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He will at our voices calling<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come to this side of the day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When he wakes, the dreamy-hearted,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He will know not whence he came,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the light from which he parted<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be the seraph's sword of flame,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And behind it hosts supernal<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Guarding the lost paradise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the tree of life eternal<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the weeping human eyes.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p> <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11"></a>[11]</span> </p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_WINDS_OF_ANGUS" id="THE_WINDS_OF_ANGUS"></a>THE WINDS OF ANGUS</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The grey road whereupon we trod became as holy ground:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The eve was all one voice that breathed its message with no sound:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And burning multitudes pour through my heart, too bright, too blind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Too swift and hurried in their flight to leave their tale behind.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Twin gates unto that living world, dark honey-coloured eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lifting of whose lashes flushed the face with paradise—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beloved, there I saw within their ardent rays unfold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The likeness of enraptured birds that flew from deeps of gold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To deeps of gold within my breast to rest or there to be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Transfigured in the light, or find a death to life in me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So love, a burning multitude, a seraph wind which blows<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From out the deep of being to the deep of being goes:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sun and moon and starry fires and earth and air and sea<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are creatures from the deep let loose who pause in ecstasy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or wing their wild and heavenly way until again they find<br /></span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12"></a>[12]</span> +<span class="i0">The ancient deep and fade therein, enraptured, bright and blind.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="REFLECTIONS" id="REFLECTIONS"></a>REFLECTIONS</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How shallow is this mere that gleams!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its depth of blue is from the skies;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from a distant sun the dreams<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lovely light within your eyes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We deem our love so infinite<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because the Lord is everywhere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And love awakening is made bright<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bathed in that diviner air.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We go on our enchanted way<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And deem our hours immortal hours,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who are but shadow kings that play<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With mirrored majesties and powers.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_DAWN_OF_DARKNESS" id="THE_DAWN_OF_DARKNESS"></a>THE DAWN OF DARKNESS</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Come earth's little children pit-pat from their burrows on the hill;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hangs within the gloom its weary head the shining daffodil.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the valley underneath us through the fragrance flit along<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over fields and over hedgerows little quivering drops of song.<br /></span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13"></a>[13]</span> +<span class="i0">All adown the pale blue mantle of the mountains far away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stream the tresses of the twilight flying in the wake of day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Night comes; soon alone shall fancy follow sadly in her flight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the fiery dust of evening, shaken from the feet of light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thrusts its monstrous barriers between the pure, the good, the true,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That our weeping eyes may strain for, but shall never after view.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Only yester eve I watched with heart at rest the nebulæ<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Looming far within the shadowy shining of the Milky Way;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Finding in the stillness joy and hope for all the sons of men;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now what silent anguish fills a night more beautiful than then.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For earth's age of pain has come, and all her sister planets weep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thinking of her fires of morning passing into dreamless sleep.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In this cycle of great sorrow for the moments that we last<br /></span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14"></a>[14]</span> +<span class="i0">We too shall be linked by weeping to the greatness of her past:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the coming race shall know not, and the fount of tears shall dry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the arid heart of man be arid as the desert sky.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So within my mind the darkness dawned and round me everywhere<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hope departed with the twilight, leaving only dumb despair.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="NATURAL_MAGIC" id="NATURAL_MAGIC"></a>NATURAL MAGIC</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We are tired who follow after<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Phantasy and truth that flies:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You with only look and laughter<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stain our hearts with richest dyes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When you break upon our study<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vanish all our frosty cares;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the diamond deep grows ruddy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Filled with morning unawares.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With the stuff that dreams are made of<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But an empty house we build:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glooms we are ourselves afraid of,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By the ancient starlight chilled.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15"></a>[15]</span> +<span class="i0">All unwise in thought or duty—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still our wisdom envies you:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We who lack the living beauty<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Half our secret knowledge rue.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thought nor fear in you nor dreaming<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Veil the light with mist about;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Joy, as through a crystal gleaming,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flashes from the gay heart out.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Pain and penitence forsaking,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hearts like cloisters dim and grey,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By your laughter lured, awaking<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Join with you the dance of day.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="IN_THE_WOMB" id="IN_THE_WOMB"></a>IN THE WOMB</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Still rests the heavy share on the dark soil:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the black mould thick the dew-damp lies:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The horse waits patient: from his lowly toil<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ploughboy to the morning lifts his eyes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The unbudding hedgerows dark against day's fires<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glitter with gold-lit crystals: on the rim<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over the unregarding city's spires<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lonely beauty shines alone for him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16"></a>[16]</span> +<span class="i0">And day by day the dawn or dark enfolds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And feeds with beauty eyes that cannot see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How in her womb the mighty mother moulds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The infant spirit for eternity.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="FORGIVENESS" id="FORGIVENESS"></a>FORGIVENESS</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At dusk the window panes grew grey;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wet world vanished in the gloom;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dim and silver end of day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scarce glimmered through the little room.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And all my sins were told; I said<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such things to her who knew not sin—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sharp ache throbbing in my head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fever running high within.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I touched with pain her purity;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sin's darker sense I could not bring:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My soul was black as night to me:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To her I was a wounded thing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I needed love no words could say;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She drew me softly nigh her chair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My head upon her knees to lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With cool hands that caressed my hair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17"></a>[17]</span> +<span class="i0">She sat with hands as if to bless,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And looked with grave, ethereal eyes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ensouled by ancient quietness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A gentle priestess of the Wise.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_WOMANS_VOICE" id="A_WOMANS_VOICE"></a>A WOMAN'S VOICE</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His head within my bosom lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But yet his spirit slipped not through:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I only felt the burning clay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That withered for the cooling dew.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It was but pity when I spoke<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And called him to my heart for rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And half a mother's love that woke<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feeling his head upon my breast:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And half the lion's tenderness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To shield her cubs from hurt or death,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which, when the serried hunters press,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Makes terrible her wounded breath.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when the lips I breathed upon<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Asked for such love as equals claim<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I looked where all the stars were gone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Burned in the day's immortal flame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Come thou like yon great dawn to me<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From darkness vanquished, battles done:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flame unto flame shall flow and be<br /></span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18"></a>[18]</span> +<span class="i0">Within thy heart and mine as one.'<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="PARTING" id="PARTING"></a>PARTING</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As from our dream we died away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far off I felt the outer things;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your wind-blown tresses round me play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your bosom's gentle murmurings.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And far away our faces met<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As on the verge of the vast spheres;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in the night our cheeks were wet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I could not say with dew or tears.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As one within the Mother's heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In that hushed dream upon the height<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We lived, and then we rose to part,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because her ways are infinite.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_PRAYER" id="A_PRAYER"></a>A PRAYER</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O, holy Spirit of the Hazel, hearken now,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though shining suns and silver moons burn on the bough,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And though the fruit of stars by many myriads gleam,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet in the undergrowth below, still in thy dream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lighting the labyrinthine maze and monstrous gloom<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are many gem-winged flowers with gay and delicate bloom;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in the shade, hearken, O Dreamer of the Tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One wild rose blossom of thy spirit breathed on me<br /></span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19"></a>[19]</span> +<span class="i0">With lovely and still light, a little sister flower<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To those that whitely on the tall moon branches tower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lord of the Hazel now, oh hearken while I pray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This wild rose blossom of thy spirit fades away.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_HEROES" id="THE_HEROES"></a>THE HEROES</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">By many a dream of God and man my thoughts in shining flocks were led:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But as I went through Patrick Street the hopes and prophecies were dead.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The hopes and prophecies were dead: they could not blossom where the feet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Walked amid rottenness, or where the brawling shouters stamped the street.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where was the beauty that the Lord gave man when first he towered in pride?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But one came by me at whose word the bitter condemnation died.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His brows were crowned with thorns of light: his eyes were bright as one who sees<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The starry palaces shine o'er the sparkle of the heavenly seas.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Is it not beautiful?' he cried. Our Faery Land of Hearts' Desire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is mingled through the mire and mist, yet stainless keeps its lovely fire.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The pearly phantoms with blown hair are dancing where the drunkards reel:<br /></span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20"></a>[20]</span> +<span class="i0">The cloud frail daffodils shine out where filth is splashing from the heel.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O sweet, and sweet, and sweet to hear, the melodies in rivers run:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The rapture of their crowded notes is yet the myriad voice of One.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those who are lost and fallen here, to-night in sleep shall pass the gate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wear the purples of the King, and know them masters of their fate.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each wrinkled hag shall reassume the plumes and hues of paradise:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each brawler be enthroned in calm among the Children of the Wise.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet in the council with the gods no one will falter to pursue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His lofty purpose, but come forth the cyclic labours to renew;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And take the burden of the world and dim his beauty in a shroud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wrestle with the chaos till the anarch to the light be bowed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We cannot for forgetfulness forego the reverence due to them<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who wear at times they do not guess the sceptre and the diadem.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As bright a crown as this was theirs when first they from the Father sped;<br /></span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21"></a>[21]</span> +<span class="i0">Yet look with deeper eyes and still the ancient beauty is not dead.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He mingled with the multitude. I saw their brows were crowned and bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A light around the shadowy heads, a shadow round the head of light.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="RECALL" id="RECALL"></a>RECALL</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What call may draw thee back again,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lost dove, what art, what charm may please?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The tender touch, the kiss, are vain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For thou wert lured away by these.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, must we use the iron hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mask with hate the holy breath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With alien voice give love's command,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As they through love the call of death?<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="BLINDNESS" id="BLINDNESS"></a>BLINDNESS</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Our true hearts are forever lonely:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A wistfulness is in our thought:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our lights are like the dawns which only<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seem bright to us and yet are not.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22"></a>[22]</span> +<span class="i0">Something you see in me I wis not:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Another heart in you I guess:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A stranger's lips—but thine I kiss not,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Erring in all my tenderness.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I sometimes think a mighty lover<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Takes every burning kiss we give:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His lights are those which round us hover:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For him alone our lives we live.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ah, sigh for us whose hearts unseeing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Point all their passionate love in vain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And blinded in the joy of being,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Meet only when pain touches pain.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="BROTHERHOOD" id="BROTHERHOOD"></a>BROTHERHOOD</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Twilight, a blossom grey in shadowy valleys dwells:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Under the radiant dark the deep blue-tinted bells<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In quietness reïmage heaven within their blooms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sapphire and gold and mystery. What strange perfumes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out of what deeps arising, all the flower-bells fling,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unknowing the enchanted odorous song they sing!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, never was an eve so living yet: the wood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stirs not but breathes enraptured quietide.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here in these shades the Ancient knows itself, the Soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And out of slumber waking starts unto the goal.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What bright companions nod and go along with it!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out of the teeming dark what dusky creatures flit,<br /></span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23"></a>[23]</span> +<span class="i0">That through the long leagues of the island night above<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come by me, wandering, whispering, beseeching love;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As in the twilight children gather close and press<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nigh and more nigh with shadowy tenderness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feeling they know not what, with noiseless footsteps glide<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seeking familiar lips or hearts to dream beside.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O voices, I would go with you, with you, away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Facing once more the radiant gateways of the day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With you, with you, what memories arise, and nigh<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trampling the crowded figures of the dawn go by,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dread deities, the giant powers that warred on men<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grow tender brothers and gay children once again;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fades every hate away before the Mother's breast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where all the exiles of the heart return to rest.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="A_NEW_BEING" id="A_NEW_BEING"></a>A NEW BEING</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I know myself no more, my child,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since thou art come to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pity so tender and so wild<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hath wrapped my thoughts of thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">These thoughts, a fiery gentle rain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are from the Mother shed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where many a broken heart hath lain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And many a weeping head.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p> <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24"></a>[24]</span> </p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_MAN_TO_THE_ANGEL" id="THE_MAN_TO_THE_ANGEL"></a>THE MAN TO THE ANGEL</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I have wept a million tears:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pure and proud one, where are thine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What the gain though all thy years<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In unbroken beauty shine?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All your beauty cannot win<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Truth we learn in pain and sighs:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You can never enter in<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the circle of the wise.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They are but the slaves of light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who have never known the gloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And between the dark and bright<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Willed in freedom their own doom.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Think not in your pureness there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That our pain but follows sin:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There are fires for those who dare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seek the throne of might to win.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Pure one, from your pride refrain:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dark and lost amid the strife<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am myriad years of pain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nearer to the fount of life.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When defiance fierce is thrown<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At the God to whom you bow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rest the lips of the Unknown<br /></span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25"></a>[25]</span> +<span class="i0">Tenderest upon my brow.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="ENDURANCE" id="ENDURANCE"></a>ENDURANCE</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He bent above: so still her breath<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What air she breathed he could not say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whether in worlds of life or death:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So softly ebbed away, away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The life that had been light to him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So fled her beauty leaving dim<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The emptying chambers of his heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thrilled only by the pang and smart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dull and throbbing agony<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That suffers still, yet knows not why.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love's immortality so blind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dreams that all things with it conjoined<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must share with it immortal day:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But not of this—but not of this—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The touch, the eyes, the laugh, the kiss,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fall from it and it goes its way.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So blind he wept above her clay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'I did not think that you could die.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Only some veil would cover you<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our loving eyes could still pierce through;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And see through dusky shadows still<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Move as of old your wild sweet will,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Impatient every heart to win<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And flash its heavenly radiance in.'<br /></span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26"></a>[26]</span> +<span class="i0">Though all the worlds were sunk in rest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ruddy star within his breast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would croon its tale of ancient pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its sorrow that would never wane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its memory of the days of yore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Moulded in beauty evermore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ah, immortality so blind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To dream all things with it conjoined<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must follow it from star to star<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And share with it immortal years.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The memory, yearning, grief, and tears,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fall from it and it goes afar.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He walked at night along the sands,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And saw the stars dance overhead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He had no memory of the dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But lifted up exultant hands<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To hail the future like a boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The myriad paths his feet might press.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unhaunted by old tenderness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He felt an inner secret joy!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A spirit of unfettered will<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through light and darkness moving still<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within the All to find its own,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be immortal and alone.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p> <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27"></a>[27]</span> </p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_VESTURE_OF_THE_SOUL" id="THE_VESTURE_OF_THE_SOUL"></a>THE VESTURE OF THE SOUL</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I pitied one whose tattered dress<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was patched, and stained with dust and rain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He smiled on me; I could not guess<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The viewless spirit's wide domain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He said, 'The royal robe I wear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trails all along the fields of light:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its silent blue and silver bear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For gems the starry dust of night.'<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'The breath of joy unceasingly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waves to and fro its folds starlit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And far beyond earth's misery<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I live and breathe the joy of it.'<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_TWILIGHT_OF_EARTH" id="THE_TWILIGHT_OF_EARTH"></a>THE TWILIGHT OF EARTH</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The wonder of the world is o'er:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The magic from the sea is gone:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is no unimagined shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No islet yet to venture on.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Sacred Hazels' blooms are shed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Nuts of Knowledge harvested.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, what is worth this lore of age<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If time shall never bring us back<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our battle with the gods to wage<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reeling along the starry track.<br /></span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28"></a>[28]</span> +<span class="i0">The battle rapture here goes by<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In warring upon things that die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let be the tale of him whose love<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was sighed between white Deirdre's breasts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It will not lift the heart above<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sodden clay on which it rests.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love once had power the gods to bring<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All rapt on its wild wandering.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We shiver in the falling dew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And seek a shelter from the storm:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When man these elder brothers knew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He found the mother nature warm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A hearth fire blazing through it all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A home without a circling wall.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We dwindle down beneath the skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from ourselves we pass away:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The paradise of memories<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grows ever fainter day by day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The shepherd stars have shrunk within,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The world's great night will soon begin.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Will no one, ere it is too late,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere fades the last memorial gleam,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Recall for us our earlier state?<br /></span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29"></a>[29]</span> +<span class="i0">For nothing but so vast a dream<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That it would scale the steeps of air<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Could rouse us from so vast despair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The power is ours to make or mar<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our fate as on the earliest morn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Darkness and the Radiance are<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Creatures within the spirit born.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet, bathed in gloom too long, we might<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forget how we imagined light.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Not yet are fixed the prison bars:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The hidden light the spirit owns<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If blown to flame would dim the stars<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they who rule them from their thrones:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the proud sceptred spirits thence<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would bow to pay us reverence.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, while the glory sinks within<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let us not wait on earth behind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But follow where it flies, and win<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The glow again, and we may find<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beyond the Gateways of the Day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dominion and ancestral sway.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p> <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30"></a>[30]</span> </p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_DREAM" id="THE_DREAM"></a>THE DREAM</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I did not deem it half so sweet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To feel thy gentle hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As in a dream thy soul to greet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Across wide leagues of land,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Untouched more near to draw to you<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where, amid radiant skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glimmered thy plumes of iris hue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Bird of Paradise.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let me dream only with my heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love first, and after see:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Know thy diviner counterpart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before I kneel to thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So in thy motions all expressed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy angel I may view:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I shall not on thy beauty rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But Beauty's ray in you.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_PARTING_OF_WAYS" id="THE_PARTING_OF_WAYS"></a>THE PARTING OF WAYS</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The skies from black to pearly grey<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had veered without a star or sun;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Only a burning opal ray<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fell on your brow when all was done.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31"></a>[31]</span> +<span class="i0">Aye, after victory, the crown;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet through the fight no word of cheer;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And what would win and what go down<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No word could help, no light make clear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A thousand ages onward led<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their joys and sorrows to that hour;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No wisdom weighed, no word was said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For only what we were had power.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There was no tender leaning there<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of brow to brow in loving mood;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For we were rapt apart, and were<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In elemental solitude.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We knew not in redeeming day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whether our spirits would be found<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Floating along the starry way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or in the earthly vapours drowned.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Brought by the sunrise-coloured flame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To earth, uncertain yet, the while<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I looked at you, there slowly came,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Noble and sisterly, your smile.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We bade adieu to love the old;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We heard another lover then,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose forms are myriad and untold,<br /></span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32"></a>[32]</span> +<span class="i0">Sigh to us from the hearts of men.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="SONG" id="SONG"></a>SONG</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Dusk its ash-grey blossoms sheds on violet skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over twilight mountains where the heart songs rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rise and fall and fade away from earth to air.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Earth renews the music sweeter. Oh, come there.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come, acushla, come, as in ancient times<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rings aloud the underland with faery chimes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Down the unseen ways as strays each tinkling fleece<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Winding ever onward to a fold of peace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So my dreams go straying in a land more fair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Half I tread the dew-wet grasses, half wander there.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fade your glimmering eyes in a world grown cold;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come, acushla, with me to the mountains old.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There the bright ones call us waving to and fro—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come, my children, with me to the ancient go.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_VIRGIN_MOTHER" id="THE_VIRGIN_MOTHER"></a>THE VIRGIN MOTHER</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Who is that goddess to whom men should pray<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But her from whom their hearts have turned away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out of whose virgin being they were born,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose mother nature they have named in scorn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Calling its holy substance common clay.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yet from this so despised earth was made<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The milky whiteness of those queens who swayed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their generations with a light caress,<br /></span> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33"></a>[33]</span> +<span class="i0">And from some image of whose loveliness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The heart built up high heaven when it prayed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lover, your heart, the heart on which it lies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your eyes that gaze, and those alluring eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your lips, the lips they kiss, alike had birth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within this dark divinity of earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within this mother being you despise.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ah, when I think this earth on which we tread<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hath borne these blossoms of the lovely dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And made the living heart I love to beat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I look with sudden awe beneath my feet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As you with erring reverence overhead.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="blockquot">Here ends By Still Waters, Lyrical Poems Old & New by A.E., printed +upon paper made in Ireland, and published by Elizabeth C. Yeats at the +Dun Emer Press, in the house of Evelyn Gleeson at Dundrum in the +County of Dublin, Ireland, finished on All Soul's Eve, in the year +1906.</div> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + + + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's By Still Waters, by George William Russell + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BY STILL WATERS *** + +***** This file should be named 16615-h.htm or 16615-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/6/6/1/16615/ + +Produced by David Starner, Sankar Viswanathan, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + +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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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: By Still Waters + Lyrical Poems Old and New + +Author: George William Russell + +Release Date: August 29, 2005 [EBook #16615] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BY STILL WATERS *** + + + + +Produced by David Starner, Sankar Viswanathan, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + BY STILL WATERS, LYRICAL + POEMS OLD AND NEW BY A.E. + + + + + + + + + + + + THE DUN EMER PRESS + DUNDRUM + MCMVI + + + + +TABLE OF CONTENTS + + + Prelude + A Summer Night + Creation + Dusk + Night + Dawn + Day + Dana + Remembrance + The Hour of the King + The Winds of Angus + Reflections + The Dawn of Darkness + Natural Magic + In the Womb + Forgiveness + A Woman's Voice + Parting + A Prayer + The Heroes + Recall + Blindness + Brotherhood + A New Being + The Man to the Angel + Endurance + The Vesture of the Soul + The Twilight of Earth + The Dream + The Parting of Ways + Song + The Virgin Mother + + +The Manager of the Dun Emer Press has to thank Mr. John Lane for +permission to reprint ten poems from Homeward Songs by the Way and +nine poems from The Earth Breath, also Messrs. Macmillan & Co. for +permission to reprint seven poems from The Divine Vision. + + + + + Oh, be not led away, + Lured by the colour of the sun-rich day. + The gay romance of song + Unto the spirit life doth not belong: + Though far-between the hours + In which the Master of Angelic powers + Lightens the dusk within + The holy of holies, be it thine to win + Rare vistas of white light, + Half parted lips through which the Infinite + Murmurs her ancient story, + Harkening to whom the wandering planets hoary + Waken primeval fires, + With deeper rapture in celestial choirs + Breathe, and with fleeter motion + Wheel in their orbits through the surgeless ocean. + So hearken thou like these, + Intent on her, mounting by slow degrees, + Until thy song's elation + Echoes her multitudinous meditation. + + + + +A SUMMER NIGHT + + + Her mist of primroses within her breast + Twilight hath folded up, and o'er the west, + Seeking remoter valleys long hath gone, + Not yet hath come her sister of the dawn. + Silence and coolness now the earth enfold: + Jewels of glittering green, long mists of gold, + Hazes of nebulous silver veil the height, + And shake in tremors through the shadowy night. + Heard through the stillness, as in whispered words, + The wandering God-guided wings of birds + Ruffle the dark. The little lives that lie + Deep hid in grass join in a long-drawn sigh + More softly still; and unheard through the blue + The falling of innumerable dew, + Lifts with grey fingers all the leaves that lay + Burned in the heat of the consuming day. + The lawns and lakes lie in this night of love, + Admitted to the majesty above. + Earth with the starry company hath part; + The waters hold all heaven within their heart, + And glimmer o'er with wave-lips everywhere + Lifted to meet the angel lips of air. + The many homes of men shine near and far; + Peace-laden as the tender evening star, + The late home-coming folk anticipate + Their rest beyond the passing of the gate, + And tread with sleep-filled hearts on drowsy feet. + Oh, far away and wonderful and sweet + All this, all this. But far too many things + Obscuring, as a cloud of seraph wings + Blinding the seeker for the Lord behind, + I fall away in weariness of mind, + And think how far apart are I and you, + Beloved, from those spirit children who + Felt but one single Being long ago, + Whispering in gentleness and leaning low + Out of its majesty, as child to child. + I think upon it all with heart grown wild. + Hearing no voice, howe'er my spirit broods. + No whisper from the dense infinitudes, + This world of myriad things whose distance awes. + Ah me; how innocent our childhood was! + + + + +CREATION + + + As one by one the veils took flight, + The day withdrew, the stars came up: + The spirit issued dark and bright, + Filling thy beauty like a cup. + + Sacred thy laughter on the air, + Holy thy lightest word that fell, + Proud the innumerable hair + That waved at the enchanter's spell. + + Oh Master of the Beautiful, + Creating us from hour to hour, + Give me this vision to the full + To see in lightest things thy power! + + This vision give, no heaven afar, + No throne, and yet I will rejoice, + Knowing beneath my feet a star, + Thy word in every wandering voice. + + + + +DUSK + + + Dusk wraps the village in its dim caress; + Each chimney's vapour, like a thin grey rod, + Mounting aloft through miles of quietness, + Pillars the skies of God. + + Far up they break or seem to break their line, + Mingling their nebulous crests that bow and nod + Under the light of those fierce stars that shine + Out of the calm of God. + + Only in clouds and dreams I felt those souls + In the abyss, each fire hid in its clod, + From which in clouds and dreams the spirit rolls + Into the vast of God. + + + + +NIGHT + + + Heart-hidden from the outer things I rose; + The spirit woke anew in nightly birth + Unto the vastness where forever glows + The star-soul of the earth. + + There all alone in primal ecstasy, + Within her depths where revels never tire, + The Olden Beauty shines: each thought of me + Is veined through with its fire. + + And all my thoughts are throngs of living souls; + They breathe in me, heart unto heart allied; + Their joy undimmed, though when the morning tolls + The planets may divide. + + + + +DAWN + + + Still as the holy of holies breathes the vast + Within its crystal depths the stars grow dim; + Fire on the altar of the hills at last + Burns on the shadowy rim. + + Moments that holds all moments; white upon + The verge it trembles; then like mists of flowers + Break from the fairy fountain of the dawn + The hues of many hours. + + Thrown downward from that high companionship + Of dreaming inmost heart with inmost heart, + Into the common daily ways I slip, + My fire from theirs apart. + + + + +DAY + + + In day from some titanic past it seems + As if a thread divine of memory runs; + Born ere the Mighty One began his dreams, + Or yet were stars and suns. + + But here an iron will has fixed the bars; + Forgetfulness falls on earth's myriad races: + No image of the proud and morning stars + Looks at us from their faces. + + Yet yearning still to reach to those dim heights, + Each dream remembered is a burning-glass, + Where through to darkness from the Light of Lights + Its rays in splendour pass. + + + + +DANA + + + I am the tender voice calling 'Away,' + Whispering between the beatings of the heart, + And inaccessible in dewy eyes + I dwell, and all unkissed on lovely lips, + Lingering between white breasts inviolate, + And fleeting ever from the passionate touch, + I shine afar, till men may not divine + Whether it is the stars or the beloved + They follow with wrapt spirit. And I weave + My spells at evening, folding with dim caress, + Aerial arms and twilight dropping hair, + The lonely wanderer by wood or shore, + Till, filled with some deep tenderness, he yields, + Feeling in dreams for the dear mother heart + He knew, ere he forsook the starry way, + And clings there, pillowed far above the smoke + And the dim murmur from the duns of men. + I can enchant the trees and rocks, and fill + The dumb brown lips of earth with mystery, + Make them reveal or hide the god. I breathe + A deeper pity than all love, myself + Mother of all, but without hands to heal: + Too vast and vague, they know me not. But yet + I am the heartbreak over fallen things, + The sudden gentleness that stays the blow, + And I am in the kiss that foemen give + Pausing in battle, and in the tears that fall + Over the vanquished foe, and in the highest; + Among the Danaan gods, I am the last + Council of mercy in their hearts where they + Mete justice from a thousand starry thrones. + + + + +REMEMBRANCE + + + There were many burning hours on the heart-sweet tide, + And we passed away from ourselves, forgetting all + The immortal moods that faded, the god who died, + Hastening away to the King on a distant call. + + There were ruby dews were shed when the heart was riven, + And passionate pleading and prayers to the dead we had wronged; + And we passed away unremembering and unforgiven, + Hastening away to the King for the peace we longed. + + Love unremembered and heart-ache we left behind, + We forsook them, unheeding, hastening away in our flight; + We knew the hearts we had wronged of old we would find + When we came to the fold of the King for rest in the night. + + + + +THE HOUR OF THE KING + + + Who would think this quiet breather + From the world had taken flight? + Yet within the form we see there + Wakes the golden King to-night. + + Out upon the face of faces + He looked forth before his sleep: + Now he knows the starry races + Haunters of the ancient deep; + + On the Bird of Diamond Glory + Floats in mystic floods of song: + As he lists Time's triple story + Seems but as a day is long. + + From the mightier Adam falling + To his image dwarfed in clay, + He will at our voices calling + Come to this side of the day. + + When he wakes, the dreamy-hearted, + He will know not whence he came, + And the light from which he parted + Be the seraph's sword of flame, + + And behind it hosts supernal + Guarding the lost paradise, + And the tree of life eternal + From the weeping human eyes. + + + + +THE WINDS OF ANGUS + + + The grey road whereupon we trod became as holy ground: + The eve was all one voice that breathed its message with no sound: + And burning multitudes pour through my heart, too bright, too blind, + Too swift and hurried in their flight to leave their tale behind. + Twin gates unto that living world, dark honey-coloured eyes + The lifting of whose lashes flushed the face with paradise-- + Beloved, there I saw within their ardent rays unfold + The likeness of enraptured birds that flew from deeps of gold + To deeps of gold within my breast to rest or there to be + Transfigured in the light, or find a death to life in me. + So love, a burning multitude, a seraph wind which blows + From out the deep of being to the deep of being goes: + And sun and moon and starry fires and earth and air and sea + Are creatures from the deep let loose who pause in ecstasy, + Or wing their wild and heavenly way until again they find + The ancient deep and fade therein, enraptured, bright and blind. + + + + +REFLECTIONS + + + How shallow is this mere that gleams! + Its depth of blue is from the skies; + And from a distant sun the dreams + And lovely light within your eyes. + + We deem our love so infinite + Because the Lord is everywhere, + And love awakening is made bright + And bathed in that diviner air. + + We go on our enchanted way + And deem our hours immortal hours, + Who are but shadow kings that play + With mirrored majesties and powers. + + + + +THE DAWN OF DARKNESS + + + Come earth's little children pit-pat from their burrows on the hill; + Hangs within the gloom its weary head the shining daffodil. + In the valley underneath us through the fragrance flit along + Over fields and over hedgerows little quivering drops of song. + All adown the pale blue mantle of the mountains far away + Stream the tresses of the twilight flying in the wake of day. + Night comes; soon alone shall fancy follow sadly in her flight + Where the fiery dust of evening, shaken from the feet of light, + Thrusts its monstrous barriers between the pure, the good, the true, + That our weeping eyes may strain for, but shall never after view. + Only yester eve I watched with heart at rest the nebulae + Looming far within the shadowy shining of the Milky Way; + Finding in the stillness joy and hope for all the sons of men; + Now what silent anguish fills a night more beautiful than then. + For earth's age of pain has come, and all her sister planets weep, + Thinking of her fires of morning passing into dreamless sleep. + In this cycle of great sorrow for the moments that we last + We too shall be linked by weeping to the greatness of her past: + But the coming race shall know not, and the fount of tears shall dry, + And the arid heart of man be arid as the desert sky. + So within my mind the darkness dawned and round me everywhere + Hope departed with the twilight, leaving only dumb despair. + + + + +NATURAL MAGIC + + + We are tired who follow after + Phantasy and truth that flies: + You with only look and laughter + Stain our hearts with richest dyes. + + When you break upon our study + Vanish all our frosty cares; + As the diamond deep grows ruddy, + Filled with morning unawares. + + With the stuff that dreams are made of + But an empty house we build: + Glooms we are ourselves afraid of, + By the ancient starlight chilled. + + All unwise in thought or duty-- + Still our wisdom envies you: + We who lack the living beauty + Half our secret knowledge rue. + + Thought nor fear in you nor dreaming + Veil the light with mist about; + Joy, as through a crystal gleaming, + Flashes from the gay heart out. + + Pain and penitence forsaking, + Hearts like cloisters dim and grey, + By your laughter lured, awaking + Join with you the dance of day. + + + + +IN THE WOMB + + + Still rests the heavy share on the dark soil: + Upon the black mould thick the dew-damp lies: + The horse waits patient: from his lowly toil + The ploughboy to the morning lifts his eyes. + + The unbudding hedgerows dark against day's fires + Glitter with gold-lit crystals: on the rim + Over the unregarding city's spires + The lonely beauty shines alone for him. + + And day by day the dawn or dark enfolds + And feeds with beauty eyes that cannot see + How in her womb the mighty mother moulds + The infant spirit for eternity. + + + + +FORGIVENESS + + + At dusk the window panes grew grey; + The wet world vanished in the gloom; + The dim and silver end of day + Scarce glimmered through the little room. + + And all my sins were told; I said + Such things to her who knew not sin-- + The sharp ache throbbing in my head, + The fever running high within. + + I touched with pain her purity; + Sin's darker sense I could not bring: + My soul was black as night to me: + To her I was a wounded thing. + + I needed love no words could say; + She drew me softly nigh her chair, + My head upon her knees to lay, + With cool hands that caressed my hair. + + She sat with hands as if to bless, + And looked with grave, ethereal eyes; + Ensouled by ancient quietness, + A gentle priestess of the Wise. + + + + +A WOMAN'S VOICE + + + His head within my bosom lay, + But yet his spirit slipped not through: + I only felt the burning clay + That withered for the cooling dew. + + It was but pity when I spoke + And called him to my heart for rest, + And half a mother's love that woke + Feeling his head upon my breast: + + And half the lion's tenderness + To shield her cubs from hurt or death, + Which, when the serried hunters press, + Makes terrible her wounded breath. + + But when the lips I breathed upon + Asked for such love as equals claim + I looked where all the stars were gone + Burned in the day's immortal flame. + + 'Come thou like yon great dawn to me + From darkness vanquished, battles done: + Flame unto flame shall flow and be + Within thy heart and mine as one.' + + + + +PARTING + + + As from our dream we died away + Far off I felt the outer things; + Your wind-blown tresses round me play, + Your bosom's gentle murmurings. + + And far away our faces met + As on the verge of the vast spheres; + And in the night our cheeks were wet, + I could not say with dew or tears. + + As one within the Mother's heart + In that hushed dream upon the height + We lived, and then we rose to part, + Because her ways are infinite. + + + + +A PRAYER + + + O, holy Spirit of the Hazel, hearken now, + Though shining suns and silver moons burn on the bough, + And though the fruit of stars by many myriads gleam, + Yet in the undergrowth below, still in thy dream, + Lighting the labyrinthine maze and monstrous gloom + Are many gem-winged flowers with gay and delicate bloom; + And in the shade, hearken, O Dreamer of the Tree, + One wild rose blossom of thy spirit breathed on me + With lovely and still light, a little sister flower + To those that whitely on the tall moon branches tower, + Lord of the Hazel now, oh hearken while I pray, + This wild rose blossom of thy spirit fades away. + + + + +THE HEROES + + + By many a dream of God and man my thoughts in shining flocks were led: + But as I went through Patrick Street the hopes and prophecies were dead. + The hopes and prophecies were dead: they could not blossom where the feet + Walked amid rottenness, or where the brawling shouters stamped the street. + Where was the beauty that the Lord gave man when first he towered in pride? + But one came by me at whose word the bitter condemnation died. + His brows were crowned with thorns of light: his eyes were bright as one + who sees + The starry palaces shine o'er the sparkle of the heavenly seas. + 'Is it not beautiful?' he cried. Our Faery Land of Hearts' Desire + Is mingled through the mire and mist, yet stainless keeps its lovely fire. + The pearly phantoms with blown hair are dancing where the drunkards reel: + The cloud frail daffodils shine out where filth is splashing from the heel. + O sweet, and sweet, and sweet to hear, the melodies in rivers run: + The rapture of their crowded notes is yet the myriad voice of One. + Those who are lost and fallen here, to-night in sleep shall pass the gate, + And wear the purples of the King, and know them masters of their fate. + Each wrinkled hag shall reassume the plumes and hues of paradise: + Each brawler be enthroned in calm among the Children of the Wise. + Yet in the council with the gods no one will falter to pursue + His lofty purpose, but come forth the cyclic labours to renew; + And take the burden of the world and dim his beauty in a shroud, + And wrestle with the chaos till the anarch to the light be bowed. + We cannot for forgetfulness forego the reverence due to them + Who wear at times they do not guess the sceptre and the diadem. + As bright a crown as this was theirs when first they from the Father sped; + Yet look with deeper eyes and still the ancient beauty is not dead. + He mingled with the multitude. I saw their brows were crowned and bright, + A light around the shadowy heads, a shadow round the head of light. + + + + +RECALL + + + What call may draw thee back again, + Lost dove, what art, what charm may please? + The tender touch, the kiss, are vain, + For thou wert lured away by these. + + Oh, must we use the iron hand, + And mask with hate the holy breath, + With alien voice give love's command, + As they through love the call of death? + + + + +BLINDNESS + + + Our true hearts are forever lonely: + A wistfulness is in our thought: + Our lights are like the dawns which only + Seem bright to us and yet are not. + + Something you see in me I wis not: + Another heart in you I guess: + A stranger's lips--but thine I kiss not, + Erring in all my tenderness. + + I sometimes think a mighty lover + Takes every burning kiss we give: + His lights are those which round us hover: + For him alone our lives we live. + + Ah, sigh for us whose hearts unseeing + Point all their passionate love in vain, + And blinded in the joy of being, + Meet only when pain touches pain. + + + + +BROTHERHOOD + + + Twilight, a blossom grey in shadowy valleys dwells: + Under the radiant dark the deep blue-tinted bells + In quietness reimage heaven within their blooms, + Sapphire and gold and mystery. What strange perfumes, + Out of what deeps arising, all the flower-bells fling, + Unknowing the enchanted odorous song they sing! + Oh, never was an eve so living yet: the wood + Stirs not but breathes enraptured quietide. + Here in these shades the Ancient knows itself, the Soul, + And out of slumber waking starts unto the goal. + What bright companions nod and go along with it! + Out of the teeming dark what dusky creatures flit, + That through the long leagues of the island night above + Come by me, wandering, whispering, beseeching love; + As in the twilight children gather close and press + Nigh and more nigh with shadowy tenderness, + Feeling they know not what, with noiseless footsteps glide + Seeking familiar lips or hearts to dream beside. + O voices, I would go with you, with you, away, + Facing once more the radiant gateways of the day; + With you, with you, what memories arise, and nigh + Trampling the crowded figures of the dawn go by, + Dread deities, the giant powers that warred on men + Grow tender brothers and gay children once again; + Fades every hate away before the Mother's breast + Where all the exiles of the heart return to rest. + + + + +A NEW BEING + + + I know myself no more, my child, + Since thou art come to me, + Pity so tender and so wild + Hath wrapped my thoughts of thee. + + These thoughts, a fiery gentle rain, + Are from the Mother shed, + Where many a broken heart hath lain + And many a weeping head. + + + + +THE MAN TO THE ANGEL + + + I have wept a million tears: + Pure and proud one, where are thine, + What the gain though all thy years + In unbroken beauty shine? + + All your beauty cannot win + Truth we learn in pain and sighs: + You can never enter in + To the circle of the wise. + + They are but the slaves of light + Who have never known the gloom, + And between the dark and bright + Willed in freedom their own doom. + + Think not in your pureness there, + That our pain but follows sin: + There are fires for those who dare + Seek the throne of might to win. + + Pure one, from your pride refrain: + Dark and lost amid the strife + I am myriad years of pain + Nearer to the fount of life. + + When defiance fierce is thrown + At the God to whom you bow, + Rest the lips of the Unknown + Tenderest upon my brow. + + + + +ENDURANCE + + + He bent above: so still her breath + What air she breathed he could not say, + Whether in worlds of life or death: + So softly ebbed away, away + The life that had been light to him, + So fled her beauty leaving dim + The emptying chambers of his heart + Thrilled only by the pang and smart, + The dull and throbbing agony + That suffers still, yet knows not why. + Love's immortality so blind + Dreams that all things with it conjoined + Must share with it immortal day: + But not of this--but not of this-- + The touch, the eyes, the laugh, the kiss, + Fall from it and it goes its way. + So blind he wept above her clay, + 'I did not think that you could die. + Only some veil would cover you + Our loving eyes could still pierce through; + And see through dusky shadows still + Move as of old your wild sweet will, + Impatient every heart to win + And flash its heavenly radiance in.' + Though all the worlds were sunk in rest + The ruddy star within his breast + Would croon its tale of ancient pain, + Its sorrow that would never wane, + Its memory of the days of yore + Moulded in beauty evermore. + Ah, immortality so blind, + To dream all things with it conjoined + Must follow it from star to star + And share with it immortal years. + The memory, yearning, grief, and tears, + Fall from it and it goes afar. + He walked at night along the sands, + And saw the stars dance overhead, + He had no memory of the dead, + But lifted up exultant hands + To hail the future like a boy, + The myriad paths his feet might press. + Unhaunted by old tenderness + He felt an inner secret joy! + A spirit of unfettered will + Through light and darkness moving still + Within the All to find its own, + To be immortal and alone. + + + + +THE VESTURE OF THE SOUL + + + I pitied one whose tattered dress + Was patched, and stained with dust and rain; + He smiled on me; I could not guess + The viewless spirit's wide domain. + + He said, 'The royal robe I wear + Trails all along the fields of light: + Its silent blue and silver bear + For gems the starry dust of night.' + + 'The breath of joy unceasingly + Waves to and fro its folds starlit, + And far beyond earth's misery + I live and breathe the joy of it.' + + + + +THE TWILIGHT OF EARTH + + + The wonder of the world is o'er: + The magic from the sea is gone: + There is no unimagined shore, + No islet yet to venture on. + The Sacred Hazels' blooms are shed, + The Nuts of Knowledge harvested. + + Oh, what is worth this lore of age + If time shall never bring us back + Our battle with the gods to wage + Reeling along the starry track. + The battle rapture here goes by + In warring upon things that die. + + Let be the tale of him whose love + Was sighed between white Deirdre's breasts, + It will not lift the heart above + The sodden clay on which it rests. + Love once had power the gods to bring + All rapt on its wild wandering. + + We shiver in the falling dew, + And seek a shelter from the storm: + When man these elder brothers knew + He found the mother nature warm, + A hearth fire blazing through it all, + A home without a circling wall. + + We dwindle down beneath the skies, + And from ourselves we pass away: + The paradise of memories + Grows ever fainter day by day. + The shepherd stars have shrunk within, + The world's great night will soon begin. + + Will no one, ere it is too late, + Ere fades the last memorial gleam, + Recall for us our earlier state? + For nothing but so vast a dream + That it would scale the steeps of air + Could rouse us from so vast despair. + + The power is ours to make or mar + Our fate as on the earliest morn, + The Darkness and the Radiance are + Creatures within the spirit born. + Yet, bathed in gloom too long, we might + Forget how we imagined light. + + Not yet are fixed the prison bars: + The hidden light the spirit owns + If blown to flame would dim the stars + And they who rule them from their thrones: + And the proud sceptred spirits thence + Would bow to pay us reverence. + + Oh, while the glory sinks within + Let us not wait on earth behind, + But follow where it flies, and win + The glow again, and we may find + Beyond the Gateways of the Day + Dominion and ancestral sway. + + + + +THE DREAM + + + I did not deem it half so sweet + To feel thy gentle hand, + As in a dream thy soul to greet + Across wide leagues of land, + + Untouched more near to draw to you + Where, amid radiant skies, + Glimmered thy plumes of iris hue, + My Bird of Paradise. + + Let me dream only with my heart, + Love first, and after see: + Know thy diviner counterpart + Before I kneel to thee. + + So in thy motions all expressed + Thy angel I may view: + I shall not on thy beauty rest, + But Beauty's ray in you. + + + + +THE PARTING OF WAYS + + + The skies from black to pearly grey + Had veered without a star or sun; + Only a burning opal ray + Fell on your brow when all was done. + + Aye, after victory, the crown; + Yet through the fight no word of cheer; + And what would win and what go down + No word could help, no light make clear. + + A thousand ages onward led + Their joys and sorrows to that hour; + No wisdom weighed, no word was said, + For only what we were had power. + + There was no tender leaning there + Of brow to brow in loving mood; + For we were rapt apart, and were + In elemental solitude. + + We knew not in redeeming day + Whether our spirits would be found + Floating along the starry way, + Or in the earthly vapours drowned. + + Brought by the sunrise-coloured flame + To earth, uncertain yet, the while + I looked at you, there slowly came, + Noble and sisterly, your smile. + + We bade adieu to love the old; + We heard another lover then, + Whose forms are myriad and untold, + Sigh to us from the hearts of men. + + + + +SONG + + + Dusk its ash-grey blossoms sheds on violet skies, + Over twilight mountains where the heart songs rise, + Rise and fall and fade away from earth to air. + Earth renews the music sweeter. Oh, come there. + Come, acushla, come, as in ancient times + Rings aloud the underland with faery chimes. + Down the unseen ways as strays each tinkling fleece + Winding ever onward to a fold of peace, + So my dreams go straying in a land more fair; + Half I tread the dew-wet grasses, half wander there. + Fade your glimmering eyes in a world grown cold; + Come, acushla, with me to the mountains old. + There the bright ones call us waving to and fro-- + Come, my children, with me to the ancient go. + + + + +THE VIRGIN MOTHER + + + Who is that goddess to whom men should pray + But her from whom their hearts have turned away, + Out of whose virgin being they were born, + Whose mother nature they have named in scorn + Calling its holy substance common clay. + + Yet from this so despised earth was made + The milky whiteness of those queens who swayed + Their generations with a light caress, + And from some image of whose loveliness + The heart built up high heaven when it prayed. + + Lover, your heart, the heart on which it lies, + Your eyes that gaze, and those alluring eyes, + Your lips, the lips they kiss, alike had birth + Within this dark divinity of earth, + Within this mother being you despise. + + Ah, when I think this earth on which we tread + Hath borne these blossoms of the lovely dead, + And made the living heart I love to beat, + I look with sudden awe beneath my feet + As you with erring reverence overhead. + + + + + Here ends By Still Waters, Lyrical Poems Old & New by A.E., + printed upon paper made in Ireland, and published by + Elizabeth C. Yeats at the Dun Emer Press, in the house of + Evelyn Gleeson at Dundrum in the County of Dublin, Ireland, + finished on All Soul's Eve, in the year 1906. + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's By Still Waters, by George William Russell + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BY STILL WATERS *** + +***** This file should be named 16615.txt or 16615.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/6/6/1/16615/ + +Produced by David Starner, Sankar Viswanathan, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + +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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