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-Project Gutenberg's Selected Poems of Francis Thompson, by Francis Thompson
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-Title: Selected Poems of Francis Thompson
-
-Author: Francis Thompson
-
-Annotator: Wilfrid Meynell
-
-Release Date: October 28, 2012 [EBook #41215]
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-Language: English
-
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-*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SELECTED POEMS OF FRANCIS THOMPSON ***
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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 41215 ***
 
                      SELECTED POEMS OF
                       FRANCIS THOMPSON
@@ -143,7 +108,7 @@ vitality that informs his verse. Howbeit, his verse was himself; he
 lived every line of it, fulfilling to the last letter his own
 description of the poet, piteous yet proud:
 
-    He lives detachèd days;
+    He lives detachèd days;
     He serveth not for praise;
         For gold
         He is not sold.
@@ -221,7 +186,7 @@ uncovenanted details of fact and incident. Like De Quincey, whose
 writings he took into his blood, Thompson had a nervous illness in
 Manchester; like De Quincey he went to London, and knew Oxford Street
 for a stony-hearted stepmother; his wealth, like De Quincey's once, lay
-in two volumes, for he carried Æschylus in one pocket, Blake in the
+in two volumes, for he carried Æschylus in one pocket, Blake in the
 other; and the parallel might, if to profit, be further outdrawn.
 
 To most incongruous modes of making a living he now put his hand. His
@@ -311,9 +276,9 @@ follow such a poignant piece of autobiography as this?
     Yea, was the outcast mark
             Of all those heavenly passers' scrutiny;
             Stood bound and helplessly
-    For Time to shoot his barbèd minutes at me;
+    For Time to shoot his barbèd minutes at me;
     Suffered the trampling hoof of every hour
-            In night's slow-wheelèd car;
+            In night's slow-wheelèd car;
         Until the tardy dawn dragged me at length
         From under those dread wheels; and, bled of strength,
           I waited the inevitable last.
@@ -353,7 +318,7 @@ the title of _Health and Holiness_, accompanied by a Note from Father
 Tyrrell. But his experiences in prose, as a reviewer, were wide as his
 sympathies, and these were sanely universal. His articles in _The
 Academy_, under Mr Lewis Hind's editorship, must choke up many a
-scrapbook. Later, his contributions to _The Athenæum_ afforded him his
+scrapbook. Later, his contributions to _The Athenæum_ afforded him his
 greatest scope and stimulant; and only with his death came the eclipse
 of his powers. Editors forbore to be angry at his delays, for, after a
 while of waiting, they got from him, at last, what none else could give
@@ -385,7 +350,7 @@ imperishable name.
                                                    W.M.
 
    _Reprinted, with revisions,
-  from_ THE ATHENÆUM
+  from_ THE ATHENÆUM
   _of November 23, 1907._
 
 
@@ -535,7 +500,7 @@ imperishable name.
     When the eastern conduits ran with wine;
 
     Till it grew lethargied with fierce bliss,
-    And hot as a swinkèd gipsy is,
+    And hot as a swinkèd gipsy is,
     And drowsed in sleepy savageries,
     With mouth wide a-pout for a sultry kiss.
 
@@ -568,7 +533,7 @@ imperishable name.
     And of oblivion memory.
 
     "Was never this thing to me," he said,
-    "Though with bruisèd poppies my feet are red!"
+    "Though with bruisèd poppies my feet are red!"
     And again to his own heart very low:
     "O child! I love, for I love and know;
 
@@ -615,12 +580,12 @@ imperishable name.
     The world shall glean of me, me the sleeper!
 
     Love, love! your flower of withered dream
-    In leavèd rhyme lies safe, I deem,
+    In leavèd rhyme lies safe, I deem,
     Sheltered and shut in a nook of rhyme,
     From the reaper man, and his reaper Time.
 
     Love! _I_ fall into the claws of Time:
-    But lasts within a leavèd rhyme
+    But lasts within a leavèd rhyme
     All that the world of me esteems--
     My withered dreams, my withered dreams.
 
@@ -750,7 +715,7 @@ imperishable name.
 
     _Angels._
                 Tint, Prince Jesus, a
-                Duskèd eye for Viola!
+                Duskèd eye for Viola!
 
                 IV
 
@@ -897,9 +862,9 @@ imperishable name.
     Among the bearded counsellors of God;
     For, if in Eden as on earth are we,
     I sure shall keep a younger company:
-    Pass where beneath their rangèd gonfalons
+    Pass where beneath their rangèd gonfalons
     The starry cohorts shake their shielded suns,
-    The dreadful mass of their enridgèd spears;
+    The dreadful mass of their enridgèd spears;
     Pass where majestical the eternal peers,
     The stately choice of the great Saintdom, meet--
     A silvern segregation, globed complete
@@ -998,7 +963,7 @@ imperishable name.
             Dispread its gracile curls of light.
         I knew what chosen child was there in place!
         I knew there might no brows be, save of one,
-        With such Hesperian fulgence compassèd,
+        With such Hesperian fulgence compassèd,
     Which in her moving seemed to wheel about her head.
 
     _O Spring's little children, more loud your lauds upraise,
@@ -1010,19 +975,19 @@ imperishable name.
         To bear with me this burthen
             For singing to Sylvia!_
 
-    Spring, goddess, is it thou, desirèd long?
+    Spring, goddess, is it thou, desirèd long?
     And art thou girded round with this young train?--
     If ever I did do thee ease in song,
     Now of thy grace let me one meed obtain,
                 And list thou to one plain.
                 Oh, keep still in thy train,
     After the years when others therefrom fade,
-              This tiny, well-belovèd maid!
+              This tiny, well-belovèd maid!
     To whom the gate of my heart's fortalice,
                 With all which in it is,
     And the shy self who doth therein immew him
     'Gainst what loud leaguerers battailously woo him,
-                I, bribèd traitor to him,
+                I, bribèd traitor to him,
                 Set open for one kiss.
 
                 A kiss? for a child's kiss?
@@ -1036,9 +1001,9 @@ imperishable name.
     Yea, was the outcast mark
                 Of all those heavenly passers' scrutiny;
                 Stood bound and helplessly
-    For Time to shoot his barbèd minutes at me;
+    For Time to shoot his barbèd minutes at me;
     Suffered the trampling hoof of every hour
-                In night's slow-wheelèd car;
+                In night's slow-wheelèd car;
         Until the tardy dawn dragged me at length
         From under those dread wheels; and, bled of strength,
               I waited the inevitable last.
@@ -1127,7 +1092,7 @@ imperishable name.
         Clinging the necks of the unheeding hills:
     And their tears wash them lovelier than before,
     That from grief's self our sad delight grows more.
-    Fair are the soul's uncrispèd calms, indeed,
+    Fair are the soul's uncrispèd calms, indeed,
         Endiapered with many a spiritual form
               Of blosmy-tinctured weed;
     But scarce itself is conscious of the store
@@ -1135,7 +1100,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Casts up its loosened thoughts upon the shore.
             To this end my deeps are stirred;
             And I deem well why life unshared
-            Was ordainèd me of yore.
+            Was ordainèd me of yore.
             In pairing-time, we know, the bird
             Kindles to its deepmost splendour,
               And the tender
@@ -1161,7 +1126,7 @@ imperishable name.
     (Whereof thou hast not the surmise, and slight
     Is all that any mortal knows thereof),
         Thou wert to me that earnest of day's light,
-    When, like the back of a gold-mailèd saurian
+    When, like the back of a gold-mailèd saurian
         Heaving its slow length from Nilotic slime,
     The first long gleaming fissure runs Aurorian
         Athwart the yet dun firmament of prime.
@@ -1225,9 +1190,9 @@ imperishable name.
               Through a sand of Ayaman,
               Lean Thirst, lolling its cracked tongue,
               Lagging by his side along;
-              And a rusty-wingèd Death
+              And a rusty-wingèd Death
               Grating its low flight before,
-              Casting ribbèd shadows o'er
+              Casting ribbèd shadows o'er
               The blank desert, blank and tan:
     He lifts by hap toward where the morning's roots are
                         His weary stare,--
@@ -1293,13 +1258,13 @@ imperishable name.
     Whom Heaven still leaves a twofold dignity,
     As girlhood gentle, and as boyhood free;
     With whom no most diaphanous webs enwind
-    The barèd limbs of the rebukeless mind.
+    The barèd limbs of the rebukeless mind.
     Wild Dryad! all unconscious of thy tree,
                     With which indissolubly
     The tyrannous time shall one day make thee whole;
     Whose frank arms pass unfretted through its bole:
                 Who wear'st thy femineity
-    Light as entrailèd blossoms, that shalt find
+    Light as entrailèd blossoms, that shalt find
     It erelong silver shackles unto thee.
     Thou whose young sex is yet but in thy soul;--
                 As, hoarded in the vine,
@@ -1309,11 +1274,11 @@ imperishable name.
           Grapples and thrusts apart, endears, estranges,
     --The dragon to its own Hesperides--
         Is gated under slow-revolving changes,
-    Manifold doors of heavy-hingèd years.
+    Manifold doors of heavy-hingèd years.
         So once, ere Heaven's eyes were filled with wonders
             To see Laughter rise from Tears,
             Lay in beauty not yet mighty,
-              Conchèd in translucencies,
+              Conchèd in translucencies,
             The antenatal Aphrodite,
     Caved magically under magic seas;
     Caved dreamlessly beneath the dreamful seas.
@@ -1340,7 +1305,7 @@ imperishable name.
     From cloud and tree and flower re-tossed in prismy spray.
     Did not obstruction's vessel hem it in,
     Force were not force, would spill itself in vain;
-    We know the Titan by his champèd chain.
+    We know the Titan by his champèd chain.
 
     Stay is heat's cradle, it is rocked therein,
     And by check's hand is burnished into light;
@@ -1434,7 +1399,7 @@ imperishable name.
         To thee, born in the purple of the throne,
             The laurel must belong:
             Thou, in thy mother's right
-    Descendant of Castilian-chrismèd kings--
+    Descendant of Castilian-chrismèd kings--
           O Princess of the Blood of Song!
 
 
@@ -1459,10 +1424,10 @@ imperishable name.
     Fraught with its golden passion, oared with cadent rhyme,
     Set with a towering press of fantasies,
               Drop safely down the time,
-          Leaving mine islèd self behind it far,
+          Leaving mine islèd self behind it far,
     Soon to be sunken in the abysm of seas,
     (As down the years the splendour voyages
-        From some long ruined and night-submergèd star),
+        From some long ruined and night-submergèd star),
     And in thy subject sovereign's havening heart
     Anchor the freightage of its virgin ore;
               Adding its wasteful more
@@ -1533,7 +1498,7 @@ imperishable name.
     As viewless ether turns, in deep on deep, to dyes.
             Thus, long ago,
     She kept her meditative paces slow
-    Through maiden meads, with wavèd shadow and gleam
+    Through maiden meads, with wavèd shadow and gleam
     Of locks half-lifted on the winds of dream,
     Till love up-caught her to his chariot's glow.
     Yet, voluntary, happier Proserpine,
@@ -1611,8 +1576,8 @@ imperishable name.
     As the vintages of earth
     Taste of the sun that riped their birth,
     We know what never-cadent Sun
-    Thy lampèd clusters throbbed upon,
-    What plumèd feet the winepress trod;
+    Thy lampèd clusters throbbed upon,
+    What plumèd feet the winepress trod;
     Thy wine is flavorous of God.
     Whatever singing-robe thou wear
     Has the paradisal air;
@@ -1731,7 +1696,7 @@ imperishable name.
     While they were coloured with her varying thought?
     How her mouth's shape, who only use to know
     What tender shape her speech will fit it to?
-    Or her lips' redness, when their joinèd veil
+    Or her lips' redness, when their joinèd veil
     Song's fervid hand has parted till it wore them pale?
 
     If I would praise her soul (temerarious if!)
@@ -1812,7 +1777,7 @@ imperishable name.
     The immortal could we cease to contemplate,
     The mortal part suggests its every trait.
     God laid His fingers on the ivories
-    Of her pure members as on smoothèd keys,
+    Of her pure members as on smoothèd keys,
     And there out-breathed her spirit's harmonies.
     I'll speak a little proudly:--I disdain
     To count the beauty worth my wish or gain,
@@ -1898,7 +1863,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Sufficing scope in such strait theme as her.
     "Bird of the sun! the stars' wild honey bee!
     Is your gold browsing done so thoroughly?
-    Or sinks a singèd wing to narrow nest in me?"
+    Or sinks a singèd wing to narrow nest in me?"
     (Thus she might say: for not this lowly vein
     Out-deprecates her deprecating strain.)
     Oh, you mistake, dear lady, quite; nor know
@@ -2056,7 +2021,7 @@ imperishable name.
         Shall never take him to!
 
     The hold that falls not when the town is got,
-      The heart's heart, whose immurèd plot
+      The heart's heart, whose immurèd plot
         Hath keys yourself keep not!
 
     Its ports you cannot burst--you are withstood--
@@ -2098,10 +2063,10 @@ imperishable name.
     I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
                 Up vistaed hopes I sped;
                 And shot, precipitated,
-    Adown Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears,
+    Adown Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears,
       From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
                 But with unhurrying chase,
-                And unperturbèd pace,
+                And unperturbèd pace,
         Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
                 They beat--and a Voice beat
                 More instant than the Feet--
@@ -2110,7 +2075,7 @@ imperishable name.
                 I pleaded, outlaw-wise,
     By many a hearted casement, curtained red,
       Trellised with intertwining charities;
-    (For, though I knew His love Who followèd,
+    (For, though I knew His love Who followèd,
                 Yet was I sore adread
     Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside);
     But, if one little casement parted wide,
@@ -2118,7 +2083,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Fear wist not to evade, as Love wist to pursue.
     Across the margent of the world I fled,
       And troubled the gold gateways of the stars,
-      Smiting for shelter on their clangèd bars;
+      Smiting for shelter on their clangèd bars;
                 Fretted to dulcet jars
     And silvern chatter the pale ports o' the moon.
     I said to dawn, Be sudden; to eve, Be soon;
@@ -2138,7 +2103,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o' their feet:--
       Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue.
                 Still with unhurrying chase,
-                And unperturbèd pace,
+                And unperturbèd pace,
         Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
                 Came on the following Feet,
                 And a Voice above their beat--
@@ -2161,7 +2126,7 @@ imperishable name.
           With our Lady-Mother's vagrant tresses,
                 Banqueting
           With her in her wind-walled palace,
-          Underneath her azured daïs,
+          Underneath her azured daïs,
           Quaffing, as your taintless way is,
                 From a chalice
     Lucent-weeping out of the dayspring."
@@ -2171,7 +2136,7 @@ imperishable name.
     _I_ knew all the swift importings
           On the wilful face of skies;
           I knew how the clouds arise
-          Spumèd of the wild sea-snortings;
+          Spumèd of the wild sea-snortings;
                 All that's born or dies
           Rose and drooped with--made them shapers
     Of mine own moods, or wailful or divine--
@@ -2198,9 +2163,9 @@ imperishable name.
     Never did any milk of hers once bless
                 My thirsting mouth.
                 Nigh and nigh draws the chase,
-                With unperturbèd pace,
+                With unperturbèd pace,
           Deliberate speed, majestic instancy;
-                And past those noisèd Feet
+                And past those noisèd Feet
                 A voice comes yet more fleet--
       "Lo! naught contents thee, who content'st not Me."
 
@@ -2240,7 +2205,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds
     From the hid battlements of Eternity;
     Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then
-    Round the half-glimpsèd turrets slowly wash again.
+    Round the half-glimpsèd turrets slowly wash again.
           But not ere him who summoneth
           I first have seen, enwound
     With glooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned;
@@ -2388,11 +2353,11 @@ imperishable name.
         With far daffodils,
 
     And feels her breast turn sweet
-    With the unconceivèd wheat;
+    With the unconceivèd wheat;
             So doth
         My flesh foreloathe
 
-    The abhorrèd spring of Dis,
+    The abhorrèd spring of Dis,
     With seething presciences
             Affirm
         The preparate worm.
@@ -2427,7 +2392,7 @@ imperishable name.
             Given,
         In dark lieu of Heaven,
 
-    "The impitiable Dæmon,
+    "The impitiable Dæmon,
     Beauty, to adore and dream on,
             To be
         Perpetually
@@ -2437,7 +2402,7 @@ imperishable name.
             Foreknows
         His wages woes;
 
-    "He lives detachèd days;
+    "He lives detachèd days;
     He serveth not for praise;
             For gold
         He is not sold;
@@ -2512,7 +2477,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Passed through thy golden garden's bars,
     Thou seest the Gardener of the Stars.
 
-    She, about whose moonèd brows
+    She, about whose moonèd brows
     Seven stars make seven glows,
     Seven lights for seven woes;
     She, like thine own Galaxy,
@@ -2551,12 +2516,12 @@ imperishable name.
     Out of its nest in the sea's waved mead!
     How are the veins of thee, Autumn, laden?
             Umbered juices,
-            And pulpèd oozes
+            And pulpèd oozes
         Pappy out of the cherry-bruises
 
     Froth the veins of thee, wild, wild maiden!
             With hair that musters
-            In globèd clusters,
+            In globèd clusters,
         In tumbling clusters, like swarthy grapes,
     Round thy brow and thine ears o'ershaden;
     With the burning darkness of eyes like pansies,
@@ -2565,7 +2530,7 @@ imperishable name.
     The splendid might of thy conflagrate fancies;
         With robe gold-tawny not hiding the shapes
               Of the feet whereunto it falleth down,
-            Thy naked feet unsandallèd;
+            Thy naked feet unsandallèd;
     With robe gold-tawny that does not veil
             Feet where the red
             Is meshed in the brown,
@@ -2601,10 +2566,10 @@ imperishable name.
     The gusty blossom, that tosses and swings,
         Of the sea with its blown and ruffled bosom;
     Its ruffled bosom wherethrough the wind sings
-    Till the crispèd petals are loosened and strown
+    Till the crispèd petals are loosened and strown
             Overblown on the sand;
             Shed, curling as dead
-        Rose-leaves curl, on the fleckèd strand.
+        Rose-leaves curl, on the fleckèd strand.
 
     Or higher, holier, saintlier when, as now,
     All Nature sacerdotal seems, and thou.
@@ -2612,7 +2577,7 @@ imperishable name.
             In tones of floating and mellow light,
         A spreading summons to even-song:
             See how there
-            The cowlèd Night
+            The cowlèd Night
         Kneels on the Eastern sanctuary-stair.
     What is this feel of incense everywhere?
       Clings it round folds of the blanch-amiced clouds,
@@ -2649,7 +2614,7 @@ imperishable name.
         As if she had trodden the stars in press,
         Till the gold wine spurted over her dress,
         Till the gold wine gushed out round her feet;
-            Spouted over her stainèd wear,
+            Spouted over her stainèd wear,
         And bubbled in golden froth at her feet,
             And hung like a whirlpool's mist round her.
 
@@ -2675,11 +2640,11 @@ imperishable name.
         Who sets his burning lips to the salt brine,
             And purples it to wine;
         While I behold how ermined Artemis
-            Ordainèd weed must wear,
+            Ordainèd weed must wear,
             And toil thy business;
             Who witness am of her,
     Her too in Autumn turned a vintager;
-    And, laden with its lampèd clusters bright,
+    And, laden with its lampèd clusters bright,
     The fiery-fruited vineyard of this night.
 
 
@@ -2714,7 +2679,7 @@ imperishable name.
 
           From the fall precipitant
           These dim snatches of her chant[B]
-          Only have remainèd mine;--
+          Only have remainèd mine;--
           That from spear and thorn alone
           May be grown
     For the front of saint or singer any divinizing twine.
@@ -2763,14 +2728,14 @@ imperishable name.
           All things, by immortal power,
           Near or far,
           Hiddenly
-          To each other linkèd are,
+          To each other linkèd are,
           That thou canst not stir a flower
           Without troubling of a star;
           When thy song is shield and mirror
-          To the fair snake-curlèd Pain,
+          To the fair snake-curlèd Pain,
           Where thou dar'st affront her terror
           That on her thou may'st attain
-          Perséan conquest;--seek no more,
+          Perséan conquest;--seek no more,
           O seek no more!
     Pass the gates of Luthany, tread the region Elenore."
 
@@ -2820,7 +2785,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Fair, I had a dream of thee,
     When my young heart beat prophecy,
     And in apparition elate
-    Thy little breasts knew waxèd great,
+    Thy little breasts knew waxèd great,
     Sister of the Canticle,
     And thee for God grown marriageable.
     How my desire desired your day,
@@ -2874,10 +2839,10 @@ imperishable name.
     In some decuman billow of bliss,
     Who feels his gradual-wading feet
     Sink in some sudden hollow of sweet,
-    And 'mid love's usèd converse comes
+    And 'mid love's usèd converse comes
     Sharp on a mood which all joy sums--
     An instant fine compendium of
-    The liberal-leavèd writ of love--
+    The liberal-leavèd writ of love--
     His abashed pulses beating thick
     At the exigent joy and quick,
     Is dumbed, by aiming utterance great
@@ -2905,7 +2870,7 @@ imperishable name.
            PRELUDE
 
     The wailful sweetness of the violin
-      Floats down the hushèd waters of the wind;
+      Floats down the hushèd waters of the wind;
     The heart-strings of the throbbing harp begin
       To long in aching music. Spirit-pined,
 
@@ -2915,7 +2880,7 @@ imperishable name.
       While one bird prattles that the day is done.
 
     O setting Sun, that as in reverent days
-      Sinkest in music to thy smoothèd sleep,
+      Sinkest in music to thy smoothèd sleep,
     Discrowned of homage, though yet crowned with rays,
       Hymned not at harvest more, though reapers reap:
 
@@ -2973,7 +2938,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Will stay behind to greet the usurping moon,
       When they have cloud-barred over thee the West.
     Oh, shake the bright dust from thy parting shoon!
-      The earth not pæans thee, nor serves thy hest;
+      The earth not pæans thee, nor serves thy hest;
     Be godded not by Heaven! avert thy face,
           And leave to blank disgrace
     The oblivious world! unsceptre thee of state and place!
@@ -2996,7 +2961,7 @@ imperishable name.
         And lift her veil of night and mystery;
           Tellus with baby hands
           Shook off her swaddling-bands,
-        And from the unswathèd vapours laughed to thee.
+        And from the unswathèd vapours laughed to thee.
 
       Thou twi-form deity, nurse at once and sire!
       Thou genitor that all things nourishest!
@@ -3012,7 +2977,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Shiver in lustrous throbbings of tinged flame?--
           Whereof a moiety in the Paolis' seams
           Statelily builded their Venetian name.
-            Thou hast enwoofèd her
+            Thou hast enwoofèd her
             An empress of the air,
     And all her births are propertied by thee:
             Her teeming centuries
@@ -3020,13 +2985,13 @@ imperishable name.
     Thou fatt'st the marrow of all quality.
 
     Who lit the furnace of the mammoth's heart?
-      Who shagged him like Pilatus' ribbèd flanks?
+      Who shagged him like Pilatus' ribbèd flanks?
               Who raised the columned ranks
     Of that old pre-diluvian forestry,
     Which like a continent torn oppressed the sea,
       When the ancient heavens did in rains depart,
-              While the high-dancèd whirls
-    Of the tossed scud made hiss thy drenchèd curls?
+              While the high-dancèd whirls
+    Of the tossed scud made hiss thy drenchèd curls?
               Thou rear'dst the enormous brood;
         Who hast with life imbued
       The lion maned in tawny majesty,
@@ -3034,7 +2999,7 @@ imperishable name.
         The stealthy-stepping pard,
     And the lithe panther's flexuous symmetry.
 
-    How came the entombèd tree a light-bearer,
+    How came the entombèd tree a light-bearer,
         Though sunk in lightless lair?
         Friend of the forgers of earth,
       Mate of the earthquake and thunders volcanic,
@@ -3056,7 +3021,7 @@ imperishable name.
           Saturate with purple glows;
     Cupped to the marge with beauty; a perfume-press
           Whence the wind vintages
-    Gushes of warmèd fragrance richer far
+    Gushes of warmèd fragrance richer far
       Than all the flavorous ooze of Cyprus' vats?
     Lo, in yon gale which waves her green cymar,
           With dusky cheeks burnt red
@@ -3064,7 +3029,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Drunk with the must of her own odorousness;
       While in a moted trouble the vexed gnats
     Maze, and vibrate, and tease the noontide hush.
-      Who girt dissolvèd lightnings in the grape?
+      Who girt dissolvèd lightnings in the grape?
     Summered the opal with an Irised flush?
       Is it not thou that dost the tulip drape,
           And huest the daffodilly,
@@ -3091,12 +3056,12 @@ imperishable name.
           Where is the threne o' the sea?
           And why not dirges thee
     The wind, that sings to himself as he makes stride
-      Lonely and terrible on the Andéan height?
+      Lonely and terrible on the Andéan height?
         Where is the Naiad 'mid her sworded sedge?
       The Nymph wan-glimmering by her wan fount's verge?
     The Dryad at timid gaze by the wood-side?
           The Oread jutting light
-      On one up-strainèd sole from the rock-ledge?
+      On one up-strainèd sole from the rock-ledge?
         The Nereid tip-toe on the scud o' the surge,
     With whistling tresses dank athwart her face,
     And all her figure poised in lithe Circean grace?
@@ -3133,7 +3098,7 @@ imperishable name.
           Against eternity?
           A rifting light in me
     Burns through the leaden broodings of the mind:
-          O blessèd Sun, thy state
+          O blessèd Sun, thy state
           Uprisen or derogate
       Dafts me no more with doubt; I seek and find.
 
@@ -3179,7 +3144,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Brightness may emanate in Heaven from thee,
       Here thy dread symbol only shadow yields.
 
-    Of reapèd joys thou art the heavy sheaf
+    Of reapèd joys thou art the heavy sheaf
       Which must be lifted, though the reaper groan;
     Yea, we may cry till Heaven's great ear be deaf,
       But we must bear thee, and must bear alone.
@@ -3197,12 +3162,12 @@ imperishable name.
     "Lo, though suns rise and set, but crosses stay,
       I leave thee ever," saith she, "light of cheer."
     'Tis so: yon sky still thinks upon the Day,
-      And showers aërial blossoms on his bier.
+      And showers aërial blossoms on his bier.
 
-    Yon cloud with wrinkled fire is edgèd sharp;
+    Yon cloud with wrinkled fire is edgèd sharp;
       And once more welling through the air, ah me!
     How the sweet viol plains him to the harp,
-      Whose pangèd sobbings throng tumultuously.
+      Whose pangèd sobbings throng tumultuously.
 
     Oh, this Medusa-pleasure with her stings!
       This essence of all suffering, which is joy!
@@ -3226,7 +3191,7 @@ imperishable name.
     A sin turn in the wards of Heaven,
     (As ethics of the text-book go),
     So little men their own deeds know,
-    Or through the intricate _mêlèe_
+    Or through the intricate _mêlèe_
     Guess whitherward draws the battle-sway;
     So little, if they know the deed,
     Discern what therefrom shall succeed.
@@ -3319,7 +3284,7 @@ imperishable name.
     In all his robes pontifical exprest,
     Lifteth slowly, lifteth sweetly,
     From out its Orient tabernacle drawn,
-    Yon orbèd sacrament confest
+    Yon orbèd sacrament confest
     Which sprinkles benediction through the dawn;
     And when the grave procession 's ceased,
     The earth with due illustrious rite
@@ -3372,7 +3337,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Thy dreads and thy delights confess
     That do draw, and that remove.
     Thou as a lion roar'st, O Sun,
-    Upon thy satellites' vexèd heels;
+    Upon thy satellites' vexèd heels;
     Before thy terrible hunt thy planets run;
     Each in his frighted orbit wheels,
     Each flies through inassuageable chase,
@@ -3389,7 +3354,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Thou join'st the woman to the man;
     And Life with Death
     In obscure nuptials moveth,
-    Commingling alien, yet affinèd, breath.
+    Commingling alien, yet affinèd, breath.
 
     Thou art the incarnated Light
     Whose Sire is aboriginal, and beyond
@@ -3416,7 +3381,7 @@ imperishable name.
     That even the kisses of the just
     Go down not unresurgent to the dust.
     Yea, not a kiss which I have given,
-    But shall triúmph upon my lips in heaven,
+    But shall triúmph upon my lips in heaven,
     Or cling a shameful fungus there in hell.
     Know'st thou me not, O Sun? Yea, well
     Thou know'st the ancient miracle,
@@ -3464,7 +3429,7 @@ imperishable name.
     So I would win
     In such a song as hath within
     A smouldering core of mystery,
-    Brimmèd with nimbler meanings up
+    Brimmèd with nimbler meanings up
     Than hasty Gideons in their hands may sup;--
     Lo, my suit pleads
     That thou, Isaian coal of fire,
@@ -3477,11 +3442,11 @@ imperishable name.
     Thou storest the white garners of the rains.
     Destroyer and preserver, thou
     Who medicinest sickness, and to health
-    Art the unthankèd marrow of its wealth;
+    Art the unthankèd marrow of its wealth;
     To those apparent sovereignties we bow
     And bright appurtenances of thy brow!
     Thy proper blood dost thou not give,
-    That Earth, the gusty Mænad, drink and dance?
+    That Earth, the gusty Mænad, drink and dance?
     Art thou not life of them that live?
     Yea, in glad twinkling advent, thou dost dwell
     Within our body as a tabernacle!
@@ -3514,9 +3479,9 @@ imperishable name.
 
     Ay, if men say that on all high heaven's face
     The saintly signs I trace
-    Which round my stolèd altars hold their solemn place,
+    Which round my stolèd altars hold their solemn place,
     Amen, amen! For oh, how could it be,--
-    When I with wingèd feet had run
+    When I with wingèd feet had run
     Through all the windy earth about,
     Quested its secret of the sun,
     And heard what thing the stars together shout,--
@@ -3653,7 +3618,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Then leaf, and flower, and fall-less fruit
     Shall hang together on the unyellowing bough;
     And silence shall be Music mute
-    For her surchargèd heart. Hush thou!
+    For her surchargèd heart. Hush thou!
     These things are far too sure that thou should'st dream
     Thereof, lest they appear as things that seem.
     Nature, enough! within thy glass
@@ -3737,7 +3702,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Man's own heart was one, one Heaven,
       Both within my womb were laid.
         For there Anteros with Eros
-          Heaven with man conjoinèd was,--
+          Heaven with man conjoinèd was,--
         Twin-stone of the Law, _Ischyros,
           Agios Athanatos_.
 
@@ -3768,7 +3733,7 @@ imperishable name.
           Agios Athanatos_!
 
     "I, the presence-hall where Angels
-      Do enwheel their placèd King--
+      Do enwheel their placèd King--
     Even my thoughts which, without change else,
       Cyclic burn and cyclic sing.
     To the hollow of Heaven transplanted,
@@ -3776,7 +3741,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Where with venom all outpanted
       Lies the slimed Curse shrivelling.
         For the brazen Serpent clear on
-          That old fangèd knowledge shone;
+          That old fangèd knowledge shone;
         I to Wisdom rise, _Ischyron,
           Agion Athanaton_!
 
@@ -3908,11 +3873,11 @@ imperishable name.
     To the dull vale, his Godhead peels from him
     Till he can scarcely spurn the pebble--
     For nothingness of new-found mortality--
-    That mutinies against his gallèd foot.
+    That mutinies against his gallèd foot.
     Littly he sets him to the daily way,
     With all around the valleys growing grave,
     And known things changed and strange; but he holds on,
-    Though all the land of light be widowèd,
+    Though all the land of light be widowèd,
     In a little thought.
 
     In a little dust, in a little dust,
@@ -3927,7 +3892,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Thou giv'st us life not half so willingly
     As thou undost thy giving; thou that teem'st
     The stealthy terror of the sinuous pard,
-    The lion maned with curlèd puissance,
+    The lion maned with curlèd puissance,
     The serpent, and all fair strong beasts of ravin,
     Thyself most fair and potent beast of ravin;
     And thy great eaters thou, the greatest, eat'st.
@@ -3936,10 +3901,10 @@ imperishable name.
     The scaly scourges of thy primal brine,
     And the tower-crested plesiosaure.
     Thou fill'st thy mouth with nations, gorgest slow
-    On purple æons of kings; man's hulking towers
+    On purple æons of kings; man's hulking towers
     Are carcase for thee, and to modern sun
     Disglutt'st their splintered bones.
-    Rabble of Pharaohs and Arsacidæ
+    Rabble of Pharaohs and Arsacidæ
     Keep their cold house within thee; thou hast sucked down
     How many Ninevehs and Hecatompyloi
     And perished cities whose great phantasmata
@@ -4000,7 +3965,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Nothing, of nothing king, with front uncrowned,
     Whose hand holds crownets; playmate swart o' the strong;
     Tenebrous moon that flux and refluence draws
-    Of the high-tided man; skull-housèd asp
+    Of the high-tided man; skull-housèd asp
     That stings the heel of kings; true Fount of Youth,
     Where he that dips is deathless; being's drone-pipe;
     Whose nostril turns to blight the shrivelled stars,
@@ -4072,7 +4037,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Too instant, too entire for sense thereof,
     Motion like gnats when autumn suns are low,--
     Perpetual as the prisoned feet of love
-    On the heart's floors with painèd pace that go.
+    On the heart's floors with painèd pace that go.
     From stones and poets you may know,
     Nothing so active is, as that which least seems so.
 
@@ -4145,7 +4110,7 @@ imperishable name.
         The flight of her is old;
     Yet in truth it needs must be,
         For her nest, the earth, is cold.
-    No more in the poolèd Even
+    No more in the poolèd Even
         Wade her rosy feet,
     Dawn-flakes no more plash from them
         To poppies 'mid the wheat.
@@ -4201,7 +4166,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Hang her cage of earth out
         O'er Heaven's sunward wall,
     Its four gates open, winds in watch
-        By reinèd cars at all;
+        By reinèd cars at all;
     Relume in hanging hedgerows
         The rain-quenched blossom,
     And roses sob their tears out
@@ -4276,7 +4241,7 @@ imperishable name.
         May timorously
 
     Take tremors in Thy arms,
-    And with contrivèd charms
+    And with contrivèd charms
             Allure
         A love unsure.
 
@@ -4612,7 +4577,7 @@ imperishable name.
         When dusk shrunk cold, and light trod shy,
           And dawn's grey eyes were troubled grey;
         And souls went palely up the sky,
-          And mine to Lucidé.
+          And mine to Lucidé.
 
     There was no change in her sweet eyes
       Since last I saw those sweet eyes shine;
@@ -4677,7 +4642,7 @@ imperishable name.
 
  ARAB LOVE SONG
 
-    The hunchèd camels of the night[E]
+    The hunchèd camels of the night[E]
     Trouble the bright
     And silver waters of the moon.
     The Maiden of the Morn will soon
@@ -4719,7 +4684,7 @@ imperishable name.
 
     The angels keep their ancient places;--
     Turn but a stone, and start a wing!
-    'Tis ye, 'tis your estrangèd faces,
+    'Tis ye, 'tis your estrangèd faces,
     That miss the many-splendoured thing.
 
     But (when so sad thou canst not sadder)
@@ -4753,7 +4718,7 @@ imperishable name.
     Go forth; and if it be o'er stony way,
       Old joy can lend what newer grief must borrow:
     And it was sweet, and that was yesterday,
-      And sweet is sweet, though purchasèd with sorrow.
+      And sweet is sweet, though purchasèd with sorrow.
 
     Go, songs, and come not back from your far way;
       And if men ask you why ye smile and sorrow,
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 <div class="figcenter">
  <img  src="images/i_cover.jpg" width="400" height="640" alt="Cover" />
@@ -454,7 +416,7 @@ lived every line of it, fulfilling to the last letter his own
 description of the poet, piteous yet proud:</p>
 
 <div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i2">He lives detachèd days;</span>
+<span class="i2">He lives detachèd days;</span>
 <span class="i2">He serveth not for praise;</span>
 <span class="i4">For gold</span>
 <span class="i4">He is not sold.</span>
@@ -542,7 +504,7 @@ of fact and incident. Like De Quincey, whose writings he took into his
 blood, Thompson had a nervous illness in Manchester; like De Quincey he
 went to London, and knew Oxford Street for a stony-hearted stepmother;
 his wealth, like De Quincey's once, lay in two volumes, for he carried
-Æschylus in one pocket, Blake in the other; and the parallel might, if
+Æschylus in one pocket, Blake in the other; and the parallel might, if
 to profit, be further outdrawn.</p>
 
 <p>To most incongruous modes of making a living he now put his hand. His
@@ -640,9 +602,9 @@ such a poignant piece of autobiography as this?</p>
 <span class="i8">Of all those heavenly passers' scrutiny;</span>
 <span class="i8">Stood bound and helplessly</span>
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">[Pg xvi]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">For Time to shoot his barbèd minutes at me;</span>
+<span class="i0">For Time to shoot his barbèd minutes at me;</span>
 <span class="i0">Suffered the trampling hoof of every hour</span>
-<span class="i6">In night's slow-wheelèd car;</span>
+<span class="i6">In night's slow-wheelèd car;</span>
 <span class="i2">Until the tardy dawn dragged me at length</span>
 <span class="i2">From under those dread wheels; and, bled of strength,</span>
 <span class="i4">I waited the inevitable last.</span>
@@ -685,7 +647,7 @@ title of <i>Health and Holiness</i>, accompanied by a Note from Father
 Tyrrell. But his experiences in prose, as a reviewer, were wide as his
 sympathies, and these were sanely universal. His articles in <i>The
 Academy</i>, under Mr Lewis Hind's editorship, must choke up many a
-scrapbook. Later, his contributions to <i>The Athenæum</i> afforded him his
+scrapbook. Later, his contributions to <i>The Athenæum</i> afforded him his
 greatest scope and stimulant; and only with his death came the eclipse
 of his powers. Editors forbore to be angry at his delays, for, after a
 while of waiting, they got from him, at last, what none else could give
@@ -724,7 +686,7 @@ than for his singing. He made all men his<br />
 </p>
 
 <p><i>Reprinted, with revisions,<br />
-from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
+from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <i>of November 23, 1907.</i><br /></p>
 
 <p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xix" id="Page_xix">[Pg xix]</a></span></p>
@@ -873,7 +835,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">When the eastern conduits ran with wine;</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">Till it grew lethargied with fierce bliss,</span>
-<span class="i1">And hot as a swinkèd gipsy is,</span>
+<span class="i1">And hot as a swinkèd gipsy is,</span>
 <span class="i1">And drowsed in sleepy savageries,</span>
 <span class="i1">With mouth wide a-pout for a sultry kiss.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
@@ -907,7 +869,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">And of oblivion memory.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">"Was never this thing to me," he said,</span>
-<span class="i1">"Though with bruisèd poppies my feet are red!"</span>
+<span class="i1">"Though with bruisèd poppies my feet are red!"</span>
 <span class="i1">And again to his own heart very low:</span>
 <span class="i1">"O child! I love, for I love and know;</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
@@ -956,12 +918,12 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">Love, love! your flower of withered dream</span>
-<span class="i1">In leavèd rhyme lies safe, I deem,</span>
+<span class="i1">In leavèd rhyme lies safe, I deem,</span>
 <span class="i1">Sheltered and shut in a nook of rhyme,</span>
 <span class="i1">From the reaper man, and his reaper Time.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">Love! <i>I</i> fall into the claws of Time:</span>
-<span class="i1">But lasts within a leavèd rhyme</span>
+<span class="i1">But lasts within a leavèd rhyme</span>
 <span class="i1">All that the world of me esteems&mdash;</span>
 <span class="i1">My withered dreams, my withered dreams.</span>
 </div></div>
@@ -1094,7 +1056,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i0"><i>Angels.</i></span>
 <span class="i5">Tint, Prince Jesus, a</span>
-<span class="i5">Duskèd eye for Viola!</span>
+<span class="i5">Duskèd eye for Viola!</span>
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i12"><b>IV</b></span>
@@ -1239,10 +1201,10 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Among the bearded counsellors of God;</span>
 <span class="i1">For, if in Eden as on earth are we,</span>
 <span class="i1">I sure shall keep a younger company:</span>
-<span class="i1">Pass where beneath their rangèd gonfalons</span>
+<span class="i1">Pass where beneath their rangèd gonfalons</span>
 <span class="i1">The starry cohorts shake their shielded suns,</span>
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span>
-<span class="i1">The dreadful mass of their enridgèd spears;</span>
+<span class="i1">The dreadful mass of their enridgèd spears;</span>
 <span class="i1">Pass where majestical the eternal peers,</span>
 <span class="i1">The stately choice of the great Saintdom, meet&mdash;</span>
 <span class="i1">A silvern segregation, globed complete</span>
@@ -1345,7 +1307,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span>
 <span class="i5">I knew what chosen child was there in place!</span>
 <span class="i5">I knew there might no brows be, save of one,</span>
-<span class="i5">With such Hesperian fulgence compassèd,</span>
+<span class="i5">With such Hesperian fulgence compassèd,</span>
 <span class="i1">Which in her moving seemed to wheel about her head.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1"><i>O Spring's little children, more loud your lauds upraise,</i></span>
@@ -1357,19 +1319,19 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i5"><i>To bear with me this burthen</i></span>
 <span class="i7"><i>For singing to Sylvia!</i></span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i1">Spring, goddess, is it thou, desirèd long?</span>
+<span class="i1">Spring, goddess, is it thou, desirèd long?</span>
 <span class="i1">And art thou girded round with this young train?&mdash;</span>
 <span class="i1">If ever I did do thee ease in song,</span>
 <span class="i1">Now of thy grace let me one meed obtain,</span>
 <span class="i8">And list thou to one plain.</span>
 <span class="i8">Oh, keep still in thy train,</span>
 <span class="i1">After the years when others therefrom fade,</span>
-<span class="i7">This tiny, well-belovèd maid!</span>
+<span class="i7">This tiny, well-belovèd maid!</span>
 <span class="i1">To whom the gate of my heart's fortalice,</span>
 <span class="i8">With all which in it is,</span>
 <span class="i1">And the shy self who doth therein immew him</span>
 <span class="i1">'Gainst what loud leaguerers battailously woo him,</span>
-<span class="i8">I, bribèd traitor to him,</span>
+<span class="i8">I, bribèd traitor to him,</span>
 <span class="i8">Set open for one kiss.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i8">A kiss? for a child's kiss?</span>
@@ -1384,9 +1346,9 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Yea, was the outcast mark</span>
 <span class="i8">Of all those heavenly passers' scrutiny;</span>
 <span class="i8">Stood bound and helplessly</span>
-<span class="i1">For Time to shoot his barbèd minutes at me;</span>
+<span class="i1">For Time to shoot his barbèd minutes at me;</span>
 <span class="i1">Suffered the trampling hoof of every hour</span>
-<span class="i8">In night's slow-wheelèd car;</span>
+<span class="i8">In night's slow-wheelèd car;</span>
 <span class="i3">Until the tardy dawn dragged me at length</span>
 <span class="i3">From under those dread wheels; and, bled of strength,</span>
 <span class="i5">I waited the inevitable last.</span>
@@ -1476,7 +1438,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i3">Clinging the necks of the unheeding hills:</span>
 <span class="i1">And their tears wash them lovelier than before,</span>
 <span class="i1">That from grief's self our sad delight grows more.</span>
-<span class="i1">Fair are the soul's uncrispèd calms, indeed,</span>
+<span class="i1">Fair are the soul's uncrispèd calms, indeed,</span>
 <span class="i3">Endiapered with many a spiritual form</span>
 <span class="i5">Of blosmy-tinctured weed;</span>
 <span class="i1">But scarce itself is conscious of the store</span>
@@ -1484,7 +1446,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Casts up its loosened thoughts upon the shore.</span>
 <span class="i4">To this end my deeps are stirred;</span>
 <span class="i4">And I deem well why life unshared</span>
-<span class="i4">Was ordainèd me of yore.</span>
+<span class="i4">Was ordainèd me of yore.</span>
 <span class="i4">In pairing-time, we know, the bird</span>
 <span class="i4">Kindles to its deepmost splendour,</span>
 <span class="i5">And the tender</span>
@@ -1513,7 +1475,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">(Whereof thou hast not the surmise, and slight</span>
 <span class="i1">Is all that any mortal knows thereof),</span>
 <span class="i3">Thou wert to me that earnest of day's light,</span>
-<span class="i1">When, like the back of a gold-mailèd saurian</span>
+<span class="i1">When, like the back of a gold-mailèd saurian</span>
 <span class="i3">Heaving its slow length from Nilotic slime,</span>
 <span class="i1">The first long gleaming fissure runs Aurorian</span>
 <span class="i3">Athwart the yet dun firmament of prime.</span>
@@ -1581,9 +1543,9 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i5">Through a sand of Ayaman,</span>
 <span class="i5">Lean Thirst, lolling its cracked tongue,</span>
 <span class="i5">Lagging by his side along;</span>
-<span class="i5">And a rusty-wingèd Death</span>
+<span class="i5">And a rusty-wingèd Death</span>
 <span class="i5">Grating its low flight before,</span>
-<span class="i5">Casting ribbèd shadows o'er</span>
+<span class="i5">Casting ribbèd shadows o'er</span>
 <span class="i5">The blank desert, blank and tan:</span>
 <span class="i1">He lifts by hap toward where the morning's roots are</span>
 <span class="i9">His weary stare,&mdash;</span>
@@ -1653,13 +1615,13 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Whom Heaven still leaves a twofold dignity,</span>
 <span class="i1">As girlhood gentle, and as boyhood free;</span>
 <span class="i1">With whom no most diaphanous webs enwind</span>
-<span class="i1">The barèd limbs of the rebukeless mind.</span>
+<span class="i1">The barèd limbs of the rebukeless mind.</span>
 <span class="i1">Wild Dryad! all unconscious of thy tree,</span>
 <span class="i8">With which indissolubly</span>
 <span class="i1">The tyrannous time shall one day make thee whole;</span>
 <span class="i1">Whose frank arms pass unfretted through its bole:</span>
 <span class="i6">Who wear'st thy femineity</span>
-<span class="i1">Light as entrailèd blossoms, that shalt find</span>
+<span class="i1">Light as entrailèd blossoms, that shalt find</span>
 <span class="i1">It erelong silver shackles unto thee.</span>
 <span class="i1">Thou whose young sex is yet but in thy soul;&mdash;</span>
 <span class="i6">As, hoarded in the vine,</span>
@@ -1669,12 +1631,12 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i4">Grapples and thrusts apart, endears, estranges,</span>
 <span class="i1">&mdash;The dragon to its own Hesperides&mdash;</span>
 <span class="i3">Is gated under slow-revolving changes,</span>
-<span class="i1">Manifold doors of heavy-hingèd years.</span>
+<span class="i1">Manifold doors of heavy-hingèd years.</span>
 <span class="i5">So once, ere Heaven's eyes were filled with wonders</span>
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span>
 <span class="i5">To see Laughter rise from Tears,</span>
 <span class="i5">Lay in beauty not yet mighty,</span>
-<span class="i6">Conchèd in translucencies,</span>
+<span class="i6">Conchèd in translucencies,</span>
 <span class="i5">The antenatal Aphrodite,</span>
 <span class="i1">Caved magically under magic seas;</span>
 <span class="i1">Caved dreamlessly beneath the dreamful seas.</span>
@@ -1701,7 +1663,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">From cloud and tree and flower re-tossed in prismy spray.</span>
 <span class="i1">Did not obstruction's vessel hem it in,</span>
 <span class="i1">Force were not force, would spill itself in vain;</span>
-<span class="i1">We know the Titan by his champèd chain.</span>
+<span class="i1">We know the Titan by his champèd chain.</span>
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span>
 <span class="i1">Stay is heat's cradle, it is rocked therein,</span>
 <span class="i1">And by check's hand is burnished into light;</span>
@@ -1799,7 +1761,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i3">To thee, born in the purple of the throne,</span>
 <span class="i6">The laurel must belong:</span>
 <span class="i6">Thou, in thy mother's right</span>
-<span class="i1">Descendant of Castilian-chrismèd kings&mdash;</span>
+<span class="i1">Descendant of Castilian-chrismèd kings&mdash;</span>
 <span class="i5">O Princess of the Blood of Song!</span>
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></div></div>
 <p>&nbsp;</p>
@@ -1826,10 +1788,10 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Fraught with its golden passion, oared with cadent rhyme,</span>
 <span class="i1">Set with a towering press of fantasies,</span>
 <span class="i6">Drop safely down the time,</span>
-<span class="i3">Leaving mine islèd self behind it far,</span>
+<span class="i3">Leaving mine islèd self behind it far,</span>
 <span class="i1">Soon to be sunken in the abysm of seas,</span>
 <span class="i1">(As down the years the splendour voyages</span>
-<span class="i3">From some long ruined and night-submergèd star),</span>
+<span class="i3">From some long ruined and night-submergèd star),</span>
 <span class="i1">And in thy subject sovereign's havening heart</span>
 <span class="i1">Anchor the freightage of its virgin ore;</span>
 <span class="i6">Adding its wasteful more</span>
@@ -1903,7 +1865,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">As viewless ether turns, in deep on deep, to dyes.</span>
 <span class="i5">Thus, long ago,</span>
 <span class="i1">She kept her meditative paces slow</span>
-<span class="i1">Through maiden meads, with wavèd shadow and gleam</span>
+<span class="i1">Through maiden meads, with wavèd shadow and gleam</span>
 <span class="i1">Of locks half-lifted on the winds of dream,</span>
 <span class="i1">Till love up-caught her to his chariot's glow.</span>
 <span class="i1">Yet, voluntary, happier Proserpine,</span>
@@ -1983,8 +1945,8 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">As the vintages of earth</span>
 <span class="i1">Taste of the sun that riped their birth,</span>
 <span class="i1">We know what never-cadent Sun</span>
-<span class="i1">Thy lampèd clusters throbbed upon,</span>
-<span class="i1">What plumèd feet the winepress trod;</span>
+<span class="i1">Thy lampèd clusters throbbed upon,</span>
+<span class="i1">What plumèd feet the winepress trod;</span>
 <span class="i1">Thy wine is flavorous of God.</span>
 <span class="i1">Whatever singing-robe thou wear</span>
 <span class="i1">Has the paradisal air;</span>
@@ -2111,7 +2073,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">While they were coloured with her varying thought?</span>
 <span class="i1">How her mouth's shape, who only use to know</span>
 <span class="i1">What tender shape her speech will fit it to?</span>
-<span class="i1">Or her lips' redness, when their joinèd veil</span>
+<span class="i1">Or her lips' redness, when their joinèd veil</span>
 <span class="i1">Song's fervid hand has parted till it wore them pale?</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">If I would praise her soul (temerarious if!)</span>
@@ -2196,7 +2158,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">The immortal could we cease to contemplate,</span>
 <span class="i1">The mortal part suggests its every trait.</span>
 <span class="i1">God laid His fingers on the ivories</span>
-<span class="i1">Of her pure members as on smoothèd keys,</span>
+<span class="i1">Of her pure members as on smoothèd keys,</span>
 <span class="i1">And there out-breathed her spirit's harmonies.</span>
 <span class="i1">I'll speak a little proudly:&mdash;I disdain</span>
 <span class="i1">To count the beauty worth my wish or gain,</span>
@@ -2286,7 +2248,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Sufficing scope in such strait theme as her.</span>
 <span class="i1">"Bird of the sun! the stars' wild honey bee!</span>
 <span class="i1">Is your gold browsing done so thoroughly?</span>
-<span class="i1">Or sinks a singèd wing to narrow nest in me?"</span>
+<span class="i1">Or sinks a singèd wing to narrow nest in me?"</span>
 <span class="i1">(Thus she might say: for not this lowly vein</span>
 <span class="i1">Out-deprecates her deprecating strain.)</span>
 <span class="i1">Oh, you mistake, dear lady, quite; nor know</span>
@@ -2451,7 +2413,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i5">Shall never take him to!</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">The hold that falls not when the town is got,</span>
-<span class="i3">The heart's heart, whose immurèd plot</span>
+<span class="i3">The heart's heart, whose immurèd plot</span>
 <span class="i5">Hath keys yourself keep not!</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">Its ports you cannot burst&mdash;you are withstood&mdash;</span>
@@ -2496,10 +2458,10 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">I hid from Him, and under running laughter.</span>
 <span class="i6">Up vistaed hopes I sped;</span>
 <span class="i6">And shot, precipitated,</span>
-<span class="i1">Adown Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears,</span>
+<span class="i1">Adown Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears,</span>
 <span class="i2">From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.</span>
 <span class="i7">But with unhurrying chase,</span>
-<span class="i7">And unperturbèd pace,</span>
+<span class="i7">And unperturbèd pace,</span>
 <span class="i3">Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,</span>
 <span class="i7">They beat&mdash;and a Voice beat</span>
 <span class="i7">More instant than the Feet&mdash;</span>
@@ -2508,7 +2470,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i7">I pleaded, outlaw-wise,</span>
 <span class="i1">By many a hearted casement, curtained red,</span>
 <span class="i2">Trellised with intertwining charities;</span>
-<span class="i1">(For, though I knew His love Who followèd,</span>
+<span class="i1">(For, though I knew His love Who followèd,</span>
 <span class="i7">Yet was I sore adread</span>
 <span class="i1">Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside);</span>
 <span class="i1">But, if one little casement parted wide,</span>
@@ -2516,7 +2478,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Fear wist not to evade, as Love wist to pursue.</span>
 <span class="i1">Across the margent of the world I fled,</span>
 <span class="i2">And troubled the gold gateways of the stars,</span>
-<span class="i2">Smiting for shelter on their clangèd bars;</span>
+<span class="i2">Smiting for shelter on their clangèd bars;</span>
 <span class="i7">Fretted to dulcet jars</span>
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span>
 <span class="i1">And silvern chatter the pale ports o' the moon.</span>
@@ -2537,7 +2499,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o' their feet:&mdash;</span>
 <span class="i2">Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue.</span>
 <span class="i7">Still with unhurrying chase,</span>
-<span class="i7">And unperturbèd pace,</span>
+<span class="i7">And unperturbèd pace,</span>
 <span class="i3">Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,</span>
 <span class="i7">Came on the following Feet,</span>
 <span class="i7">And a Voice above their beat&mdash;</span>
@@ -2561,7 +2523,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i4">With our Lady-Mother's vagrant tresses,</span>
 <span class="i7">Banqueting</span>
 <span class="i4">With her in her wind-walled palace,</span>
-<span class="i4">Underneath her azured daïs,</span>
+<span class="i4">Underneath her azured daïs,</span>
 <span class="i4">Quaffing, as your taintless way is,</span>
 <span class="i7">From a chalice</span>
 <span class="i1">Lucent-weeping out of the dayspring."</span>
@@ -2571,7 +2533,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1"><i>I</i> knew all the swift importings</span>
 <span class="i4">On the wilful face of skies;</span>
 <span class="i4">I knew how the clouds arise</span>
-<span class="i4">Spumèd of the wild sea-snortings;</span>
+<span class="i4">Spumèd of the wild sea-snortings;</span>
 <span class="i7">All that's born or dies</span>
 <span class="i4">Rose and drooped with&mdash;made them shapers</span>
 <span class="i1">Of mine own moods, or wailful or divine&mdash;</span>
@@ -2599,9 +2561,9 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Never did any milk of hers once bless</span>
 <span class="i7">My thirsting mouth.</span>
 <span class="i7">Nigh and nigh draws the chase,</span>
-<span class="i7">With unperturbèd pace,</span>
+<span class="i7">With unperturbèd pace,</span>
 <span class="i4">Deliberate speed, majestic instancy;</span>
-<span class="i7">And past those noisèd Feet</span>
+<span class="i7">And past those noisèd Feet</span>
 <span class="i7">A voice comes yet more fleet&mdash;</span>
 <span class="i2">"Lo! naught contents thee, who content'st not Me."</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
@@ -2642,7 +2604,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds</span>
 <span class="i1">From the hid battlements of Eternity;</span>
 <span class="i1">Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then</span>
-<span class="i1">Round the half-glimpsèd turrets slowly wash again.</span>
+<span class="i1">Round the half-glimpsèd turrets slowly wash again.</span>
 <span class="i4">But not ere him who summoneth</span>
 <span class="i4">I first have seen, enwound</span>
 <span class="i1">With glooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned;</span>
@@ -2797,11 +2759,11 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i2">With far daffodils,</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">And feels her breast turn sweet</span>
-<span class="i1">With the unconceivèd wheat;</span>
+<span class="i1">With the unconceivèd wheat;</span>
 <span class="i3">So doth</span>
 <span class="i2">My flesh foreloathe</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i1">The abhorrèd spring of Dis,</span>
+<span class="i1">The abhorrèd spring of Dis,</span>
 <span class="i1">With seething presciences</span>
 <span class="i3">Affirm</span>
 <span class="i2">The preparate worm.</span>
@@ -2837,7 +2799,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i3">Given,</span>
 <span class="i2">In dark lieu of Heaven,</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i1">"The impitiable Dæmon,</span>
+<span class="i1">"The impitiable Dæmon,</span>
 <span class="i1">Beauty, to adore and dream on,</span>
 <span class="i3">To be</span>
 <span class="i2">Perpetually</span>
@@ -2847,7 +2809,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i3">Foreknows</span>
 <span class="i2">His wages woes;</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i1">"He lives detachèd days;</span>
+<span class="i1">"He lives detachèd days;</span>
 <span class="i1">He serveth not for praise;</span>
 <span class="i3">For gold</span>
 <span class="i2">He is not sold;</span>
@@ -2925,7 +2887,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Passed through thy golden garden's bars,</span>
 <span class="i1">Thou seest the Gardener of the Stars.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i1">She, about whose moonèd brows</span>
+<span class="i1">She, about whose moonèd brows</span>
 <span class="i1">Seven stars make seven glows,</span>
 <span class="i1">Seven lights for seven woes;</span>
 <span class="i1">She, like thine own Galaxy,</span>
@@ -2966,12 +2928,12 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Out of its nest in the sea's waved mead!</span>
 <span class="i1">How are the veins of thee, Autumn, laden?</span>
 <span class="i5">Umbered juices,</span>
-<span class="i5">And pulpèd oozes</span>
+<span class="i5">And pulpèd oozes</span>
 <span class="i3">Pappy out of the cherry-bruises</span>
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span>
 <span class="i1">Froth the veins of thee, wild, wild maiden!</span>
 <span class="i5">With hair that musters</span>
-<span class="i5">In globèd clusters,</span>
+<span class="i5">In globèd clusters,</span>
 <span class="i3">In tumbling clusters, like swarthy grapes,</span>
 <span class="i1">Round thy brow and thine ears o'ershaden;</span>
 <span class="i1">With the burning darkness of eyes like pansies,</span>
@@ -2980,7 +2942,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">The splendid might of thy conflagrate fancies;</span>
 <span class="i3">With robe gold-tawny not hiding the shapes</span>
 <span class="i6">Of the feet whereunto it falleth down,</span>
-<span class="i5">Thy naked feet unsandallèd;</span>
+<span class="i5">Thy naked feet unsandallèd;</span>
 <span class="i1">With robe gold-tawny that does not veil</span>
 <span class="i5">Feet where the red</span>
 <span class="i5">Is meshed in the brown,</span>
@@ -3017,10 +2979,10 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">The gusty blossom, that tosses and swings,</span>
 <span class="i3">Of the sea with its blown and ruffled bosom;</span>
 <span class="i1">Its ruffled bosom wherethrough the wind sings</span>
-<span class="i1">Till the crispèd petals are loosened and strown</span>
+<span class="i1">Till the crispèd petals are loosened and strown</span>
 <span class="i5">Overblown on the sand;</span>
 <span class="i5">Shed, curling as dead</span>
-<span class="i3">Rose-leaves curl, on the fleckèd strand.</span>
+<span class="i3">Rose-leaves curl, on the fleckèd strand.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">Or higher, holier, saintlier when, as now,</span>
 <span class="i1">All Nature sacerdotal seems, and thou.</span>
@@ -3028,7 +2990,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i5">In tones of floating and mellow light,</span>
 <span class="i3">A spreading summons to even-song:</span>
 <span class="i5">See how there</span>
-<span class="i5">The cowlèd Night</span>
+<span class="i5">The cowlèd Night</span>
 <span class="i3">Kneels on the Eastern sanctuary-stair.</span>
 <span class="i1">What is this feel of incense everywhere?</span>
 <span class="i2">Clings it round folds of the blanch-amiced clouds,</span>
@@ -3066,7 +3028,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i3">Till the gold wine spurted over her dress,</span>
 <span class="i3">Till the gold wine gushed out round her feet;</span>
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span>
-<span class="i5">Spouted over her stainèd wear,</span>
+<span class="i5">Spouted over her stainèd wear,</span>
 <span class="i3">And bubbled in golden froth at her feet,</span>
 <span class="i5">And hung like a whirlpool's mist round her.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
@@ -3092,11 +3054,11 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i3">Who sets his burning lips to the salt brine,</span>
 <span class="i5">And purples it to wine;</span>
 <span class="i3">While I behold how ermined Artemis</span>
-<span class="i5">Ordainèd weed must wear,</span>
+<span class="i5">Ordainèd weed must wear,</span>
 <span class="i5">And toil thy business;</span>
 <span class="i5">Who witness am of her,</span>
 <span class="i1">Her too in Autumn turned a vintager;</span>
-<span class="i1">And, laden with its lampèd clusters bright,</span>
+<span class="i1">And, laden with its lampèd clusters bright,</span>
 <span class="i1">The fiery-fruited vineyard of this night.</span>
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span>
 </div></div>
@@ -3136,7 +3098,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i4">From the fall precipitant</span>
 <span class="i4">These dim snatches of her chant<a name="FNanchor_A_2" id="FNanchor_A_2"></a>
 <a href="#Footnote_A_2" class="fnanchor">[B]</a></span>
-<span class="i4">Only have remainèd mine;&mdash;</span>
+<span class="i4">Only have remainèd mine;&mdash;</span>
 <span class="i4">That from spear and thorn alone</span>
 <span class="i4">May be grown</span>
 <span class="i1">For the front of saint or singer any divinizing twine.</span>
@@ -3187,14 +3149,14 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i4">All things, by immortal power,</span>
 <span class="i4">Near or far,</span>
 <span class="i4">Hiddenly</span>
-<span class="i4">To each other linkèd are,</span>
+<span class="i4">To each other linkèd are,</span>
 <span class="i4">That thou canst not stir a flower</span>
 <span class="i4">Without troubling of a star;</span>
 <span class="i4">When thy song is shield and mirror</span>
-<span class="i4">To the fair snake-curlèd Pain,</span>
+<span class="i4">To the fair snake-curlèd Pain,</span>
 <span class="i4">Where thou dar'st affront her terror</span>
 <span class="i4">That on her thou may'st attain</span>
-<span class="i4">Perséan conquest;&mdash;seek no more,</span>
+<span class="i4">Perséan conquest;&mdash;seek no more,</span>
 <span class="i4">O seek no more!</span>
 <span class="i1">Pass the gates of Luthany, tread the region Elenore."</span>
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span>
@@ -3246,7 +3208,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Fair, I had a dream of thee,</span>
 <span class="i1">When my young heart beat prophecy,</span>
 <span class="i1">And in apparition elate</span>
-<span class="i1">Thy little breasts knew waxèd great,</span>
+<span class="i1">Thy little breasts knew waxèd great,</span>
 <span class="i1">Sister of the Canticle,</span>
 <span class="i1">And thee for God grown marriageable.</span>
 <span class="i1">How my desire desired your day,</span>
@@ -3305,10 +3267,10 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">In some decuman billow of bliss,</span>
 <span class="i1">Who feels his gradual-wading feet</span>
 <span class="i1">Sink in some sudden hollow of sweet,</span>
-<span class="i1">And 'mid love's usèd converse comes</span>
+<span class="i1">And 'mid love's usèd converse comes</span>
 <span class="i1">Sharp on a mood which all joy sums&mdash;</span>
 <span class="i1">An instant fine compendium of</span>
-<span class="i1">The liberal-leavèd writ of love&mdash;</span>
+<span class="i1">The liberal-leavèd writ of love&mdash;</span>
 <span class="i1">His abashed pulses beating thick</span>
 <span class="i1">At the exigent joy and quick,</span>
 <span class="i1">Is dumbed, by aiming utterance great</span>
@@ -3338,7 +3300,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 
 <div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">The wailful sweetness of the violin</span>
-<span class="i2">Floats down the hushèd waters of the wind;</span>
+<span class="i2">Floats down the hushèd waters of the wind;</span>
 <span class="i1">The heart-strings of the throbbing harp begin</span>
 <span class="i2">To long in aching music. Spirit-pined,</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
@@ -3348,7 +3310,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i2">While one bird prattles that the day is done.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">O setting Sun, that as in reverent days</span>
-<span class="i2">Sinkest in music to thy smoothèd sleep,</span>
+<span class="i2">Sinkest in music to thy smoothèd sleep,</span>
 <span class="i1">Discrowned of homage, though yet crowned with rays,</span>
 <span class="i2">Hymned not at harvest more, though reapers reap:</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
@@ -3409,7 +3371,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Will stay behind to greet the usurping moon,</span>
 <span class="i3">When they have cloud-barred over thee the West.</span>
 <span class="i1">Oh, shake the bright dust from thy parting shoon!</span>
-<span class="i3">The earth not pæans thee, nor serves thy hest;</span>
+<span class="i3">The earth not pæans thee, nor serves thy hest;</span>
 <span class="i1">Be godded not by Heaven! avert thy face,</span>
 <span class="i4">And leave to blank disgrace</span>
 <span class="i1">The oblivious world! unsceptre thee of state and place!</span>
@@ -3432,7 +3394,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i3">And lift her veil of night and mystery;</span>
 <span class="i4">Tellus with baby hands</span>
 <span class="i4">Shook off her swaddling-bands,</span>
-<span class="i3">And from the unswathèd vapours laughed to thee.</span>
+<span class="i3">And from the unswathèd vapours laughed to thee.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i2">Thou twi-form deity, nurse at once and sire!</span>
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span>
@@ -3449,7 +3411,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Shiver in lustrous throbbings of tinged flame?&mdash;</span>
 <span class="i4">Whereof a moiety in the Paolis' seams</span>
 <span class="i4">Statelily builded their Venetian name.</span>
-<span class="i5">Thou hast enwoofèd her</span>
+<span class="i5">Thou hast enwoofèd her</span>
 <span class="i5">An empress of the air,</span>
 <span class="i1">And all her births are propertied by thee:</span>
 <span class="i5">Her teeming centuries</span>
@@ -3457,13 +3419,13 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Thou fatt'st the marrow of all quality.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">Who lit the furnace of the mammoth's heart?</span>
-<span class="i2">Who shagged him like Pilatus' ribbèd flanks?</span>
+<span class="i2">Who shagged him like Pilatus' ribbèd flanks?</span>
 <span class="i6">Who raised the columned ranks</span>
 <span class="i1">Of that old pre-diluvian forestry,</span>
 <span class="i1">Which like a continent torn oppressed the sea,</span>
 <span class="i2">When the ancient heavens did in rains depart,</span>
-<span class="i6">While the high-dancèd whirls</span>
-<span class="i1">Of the tossed scud made hiss thy drenchèd curls?</span>
+<span class="i6">While the high-dancèd whirls</span>
+<span class="i1">Of the tossed scud made hiss thy drenchèd curls?</span>
 <span class="i6">Thou rear'dst the enormous brood;</span>
 <span class="i4">Who hast with life imbued</span>
 <span class="i2">The lion maned in tawny majesty,</span>
@@ -3472,7 +3434,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i4">The stealthy-stepping pard,</span>
 <span class="i1">And the lithe panther's flexuous symmetry.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i1">How came the entombèd tree a light-bearer,</span>
+<span class="i1">How came the entombèd tree a light-bearer,</span>
 <span class="i4">Though sunk in lightless lair?</span>
 <span class="i4">Friend of the forgers of earth,</span>
 <span class="i3">Mate of the earthquake and thunders volcanic,</span>
@@ -3494,7 +3456,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i4">Saturate with purple glows;</span>
 <span class="i1">Cupped to the marge with beauty; a perfume-press</span>
 <span class="i4">Whence the wind vintages</span>
-<span class="i1">Gushes of warmèd fragrance richer far</span>
+<span class="i1">Gushes of warmèd fragrance richer far</span>
 <span class="i2">Than all the flavorous ooze of Cyprus' vats?</span>
 <span class="i1">Lo, in yon gale which waves her green cymar,</span>
 <span class="i4">With dusky cheeks burnt red</span>
@@ -3503,7 +3465,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>
 <span class="i2">While in a moted trouble the vexed gnats</span>
 <span class="i1">Maze, and vibrate, and tease the noontide hush.</span>
-<span class="i2">Who girt dissolvèd lightnings in the grape?</span>
+<span class="i2">Who girt dissolvèd lightnings in the grape?</span>
 <span class="i1">Summered the opal with an Irised flush?</span>
 <span class="i3">Is it not thou that dost the tulip drape,</span>
 <span class="i5">And huest the daffodilly,</span>
@@ -3530,13 +3492,13 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i4">Where is the threne o' the sea?</span>
 <span class="i4">And why not dirges thee</span>
 <span class="i1">The wind, that sings to himself as he makes stride</span>
-<span class="i2">Lonely and terrible on the Andéan height?</span>
+<span class="i2">Lonely and terrible on the Andéan height?</span>
 <span class="i3">Where is the Naiad 'mid her sworded sedge?</span>
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span>
 <span class="i2">The Nymph wan-glimmering by her wan fount's verge?</span>
 <span class="i1">The Dryad at timid gaze by the wood-side?</span>
 <span class="i4">The Oread jutting light</span>
-<span class="i2">On one up-strainèd sole from the rock-ledge?</span>
+<span class="i2">On one up-strainèd sole from the rock-ledge?</span>
 <span class="i3">The Nereid tip-toe on the scud o' the surge,</span>
 <span class="i1">With whistling tresses dank athwart her face,</span>
 <span class="i1">And all her figure poised in lithe Circean grace?</span>
@@ -3574,7 +3536,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i4">Against eternity?</span>
 <span class="i4">A rifting light in me</span>
 <span class="i1">Burns through the leaden broodings of the mind:</span>
-<span class="i4">O blessèd Sun, thy state</span>
+<span class="i4">O blessèd Sun, thy state</span>
 <span class="i4">Uprisen or derogate</span>
 <span class="i2">Dafts me no more with doubt; I seek and find.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
@@ -3622,7 +3584,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Brightness may emanate in Heaven from thee,</span>
 <span class="i2">Here thy dread symbol only shadow yields.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i1">Of reapèd joys thou art the heavy sheaf</span>
+<span class="i1">Of reapèd joys thou art the heavy sheaf</span>
 <span class="i2">Which must be lifted, though the reaper groan;</span>
 <span class="i1">Yea, we may cry till Heaven's great ear be deaf,</span>
 <span class="i2">But we must bear thee, and must bear alone.</span>
@@ -3641,12 +3603,12 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">"Lo, though suns rise and set, but crosses stay,</span>
 <span class="i2">I leave thee ever," saith she, "light of cheer."</span>
 <span class="i1">'Tis so: yon sky still thinks upon the Day,</span>
-<span class="i2">And showers aërial blossoms on his bier.</span>
+<span class="i2">And showers aërial blossoms on his bier.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i1">Yon cloud with wrinkled fire is edgèd sharp;</span>
+<span class="i1">Yon cloud with wrinkled fire is edgèd sharp;</span>
 <span class="i2">And once more welling through the air, ah me!</span>
 <span class="i1">How the sweet viol plains him to the harp,</span>
-<span class="i2">Whose pangèd sobbings throng tumultuously.</span>
+<span class="i2">Whose pangèd sobbings throng tumultuously.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">Oh, this Medusa-pleasure with her stings!</span>
 <span class="i2">This essence of all suffering, which is joy!</span>
@@ -3673,7 +3635,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">A sin turn in the wards of Heaven,</span>
 <span class="i1">(As ethics of the text-book go),</span>
 <span class="i1">So little men their own deeds know,</span>
-<span class="i1">Or through the intricate <i>mêlée</i></span>
+<span class="i1">Or through the intricate <i>mêlée</i></span>
 <span class="i1">Guess whitherward draws the battle-sway;</span>
 <span class="i1">So little, if they know the deed,</span>
 <span class="i1">Discern what therefrom shall succeed.</span>
@@ -3775,7 +3737,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">In all his robes pontifical exprest,</span>
 <span class="i1">Lifteth slowly, lifteth sweetly,</span>
 <span class="i1">From out its Orient tabernacle drawn,</span>
-<span class="i1">Yon orbèd sacrament confest</span>
+<span class="i1">Yon orbèd sacrament confest</span>
 <span class="i1">Which sprinkles benediction through the dawn;</span>
 <span class="i1">And when the grave procession's ceased,</span>
 <span class="i1">The earth with due illustrious rite</span>
@@ -3831,7 +3793,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">That do draw, and that remove.</span>
 <span class="i1">Thou as a lion roar'st, O Sun,</span>
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span>
-<span class="i1">Upon thy satellites' vexèd heels;</span>
+<span class="i1">Upon thy satellites' vexèd heels;</span>
 <span class="i1">Before thy terrible hunt thy planets run;</span>
 <span class="i1">Each in his frighted orbit wheels,</span>
 <span class="i1">Each flies through inassuageable chase,</span>
@@ -3848,7 +3810,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Thou join'st the woman to the man;</span>
 <span class="i1">And Life with Death</span>
 <span class="i1">In obscure nuptials moveth,</span>
-<span class="i1">Commingling alien, yet affinèd, breath.</span>
+<span class="i1">Commingling alien, yet affinèd, breath.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">Thou art the incarnated Light</span>
 <span class="i1">Whose Sire is aboriginal, and beyond</span>
@@ -3876,7 +3838,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">That even the kisses of the just</span>
 <span class="i1">Go down not unresurgent to the dust.</span>
 <span class="i1">Yea, not a kiss which I have given,</span>
-<span class="i1">But shall triúmph upon my lips in heaven,</span>
+<span class="i1">But shall triúmph upon my lips in heaven,</span>
 <span class="i1">Or cling a shameful fungus there in hell.</span>
 <span class="i1">Know'st thou me not, O Sun? Yea, well</span>
 <span class="i1">Thou know'st the ancient miracle,</span>
@@ -3925,7 +3887,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">So I would win</span>
 <span class="i1">In such a song as hath within</span>
 <span class="i1">A smouldering core of mystery,</span>
-<span class="i1">Brimmèd with nimbler meanings up</span>
+<span class="i1">Brimmèd with nimbler meanings up</span>
 <span class="i1">Than hasty Gideons in their hands may sup;&mdash;</span>
 <span class="i1">Lo, my suit pleads</span>
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span>
@@ -3939,11 +3901,11 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Thou storest the white garners of the rains.</span>
 <span class="i1">Destroyer and preserver, thou</span>
 <span class="i1">Who medicinest sickness, and to health</span>
-<span class="i1">Art the unthankèd marrow of its wealth;</span>
+<span class="i1">Art the unthankèd marrow of its wealth;</span>
 <span class="i1">To those apparent sovereignties we bow</span>
 <span class="i1">And bright appurtenances of thy brow!</span>
 <span class="i1">Thy proper blood dost thou not give,</span>
-<span class="i1">That Earth, the gusty Mænad, drink and dance?</span>
+<span class="i1">That Earth, the gusty Mænad, drink and dance?</span>
 <span class="i1">Art thou not life of them that live?</span>
 <span class="i1">Yea, in glad twinkling advent, thou dost dwell</span>
 <span class="i1">Within our body as a tabernacle!</span>
@@ -3978,9 +3940,9 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">Ay, if men say that on all high heaven's face</span>
 <span class="i1">The saintly signs I trace</span>
-<span class="i1">Which round my stolèd altars hold their solemn place,</span>
+<span class="i1">Which round my stolèd altars hold their solemn place,</span>
 <span class="i1">Amen, amen! For oh, how could it be,&mdash;</span>
-<span class="i1">When I with wingèd feet had run</span>
+<span class="i1">When I with wingèd feet had run</span>
 <span class="i1">Through all the windy earth about,</span>
 <span class="i1">Quested its secret of the sun,</span>
 <span class="i1">And heard what thing the stars together shout,&mdash;</span>
@@ -4123,7 +4085,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Then leaf, and flower, and fall-less fruit</span>
 <span class="i1">Shall hang together on the unyellowing bough;</span>
 <span class="i1">And silence shall be Music mute</span>
-<span class="i1">For her surchargèd heart. Hush thou!</span>
+<span class="i1">For her surchargèd heart. Hush thou!</span>
 <span class="i1">These things are far too sure that thou should'st dream</span>
 <span class="i1">Thereof, lest they appear as things that seem.</span>
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span>
@@ -4215,7 +4177,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Man's own heart was one, one Heaven,</span>
 <span class="i2">Both within my womb were laid.</span>
 <span class="i3">For there Anteros with Eros</span>
-<span class="i4">Heaven with man conjoinèd was,&mdash;</span>
+<span class="i4">Heaven with man conjoinèd was,&mdash;</span>
 <span class="i3">Twin-stone of the Law, <i>Ischyros,</i></span>
 <span class="i4"><i>Agios Athanatos</i>.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
@@ -4247,7 +4209,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i4"><i>Agios Athanatos</i>!</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">"I, the presence-hall where Angels</span>
-<span class="i2">Do enwheel their placèd King&mdash;</span>
+<span class="i2">Do enwheel their placèd King&mdash;</span>
 <span class="i1">Even my thoughts which, without change else,</span>
 <span class="i2">Cyclic burn and cyclic sing.</span>
 <span class="i1">To the hollow of Heaven transplanted,</span>
@@ -4255,7 +4217,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Where with venom all outpanted</span>
 <span class="i2">Lies the slimed Curse shrivelling.</span>
 <span class="i3">For the brazen Serpent clear on</span>
-<span class="i4">That old fangèd knowledge shone;</span>
+<span class="i4">That old fangèd knowledge shone;</span>
 <span class="i3">I to Wisdom rise, <i>Ischyron,</i></span>
 <span class="i4"><i>Agion Athanaton</i>!</span>
 </div>
@@ -4397,11 +4359,11 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">To the dull vale, his Godhead peels from him</span>
 <span class="i1">Till he can scarcely spurn the pebble&mdash;</span>
 <span class="i1">For nothingness of new-found mortality&mdash;</span>
-<span class="i1">That mutinies against his gallèd foot.</span>
+<span class="i1">That mutinies against his gallèd foot.</span>
 <span class="i1">Littly he sets him to the daily way,</span>
 <span class="i1">With all around the valleys growing grave,</span>
 <span class="i1">And known things changed and strange; but he holds on,</span>
-<span class="i1">Though all the land of light be widowèd,</span>
+<span class="i1">Though all the land of light be widowèd,</span>
 <span class="i1">In a little thought.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">In a little dust, in a little dust,</span>
@@ -4416,7 +4378,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Thou giv'st us life not half so willingly</span>
 <span class="i1">As thou undost thy giving; thou that teem'st</span>
 <span class="i1">The stealthy terror of the sinuous pard,</span>
-<span class="i1">The lion maned with curlèd puissance,</span>
+<span class="i1">The lion maned with curlèd puissance,</span>
 <span class="i1">The serpent, and all fair strong beasts of ravin,</span>
 <span class="i1">Thyself most fair and potent beast of ravin;</span>
 <span class="i1">And thy great eaters thou, the greatest, eat'st.</span>
@@ -4426,10 +4388,10 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">And the tower-crested plesiosaure.</span>
 <span class="i1">Thou fill'st thy mouth with nations, gorgest slow</span>
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span>
-<span class="i1">On purple æons of kings; man's hulking towers</span>
+<span class="i1">On purple æons of kings; man's hulking towers</span>
 <span class="i1">Are carcase for thee, and to modern sun</span>
 <span class="i1">Disglutt'st their splintered bones.</span>
-<span class="i1">Rabble of Pharaohs and Arsacidæ</span>
+<span class="i1">Rabble of Pharaohs and Arsacidæ</span>
 <span class="i1">Keep their cold house within thee; thou hast sucked down</span>
 <span class="i1">How many Ninevehs and Hecatompyloi</span>
 <span class="i1">And perished cities whose great phantasmata</span>
@@ -4493,7 +4455,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span>
 <span class="i1">Whose hand holds crownets; playmate swart o' the strong;</span>
 <span class="i1">Tenebrous moon that flux and refluence draws</span>
-<span class="i1">Of the high-tided man; skull-housèd asp</span>
+<span class="i1">Of the high-tided man; skull-housèd asp</span>
 <span class="i1">That stings the heel of kings; true Fount of Youth,</span>
 <span class="i1">Where he that dips is deathless; being's drone-pipe;</span>
 <span class="i1">Whose nostril turns to blight the shrivelled stars,</span>
@@ -4570,7 +4532,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Too instant, too entire for sense thereof,</span>
 <span class="i1">Motion like gnats when autumn suns are low,&mdash;</span>
 <span class="i1">Perpetual as the prisoned feet of love</span>
-<span class="i1">On the heart's floors with painèd pace that go.</span>
+<span class="i1">On the heart's floors with painèd pace that go.</span>
 <span class="i1">From stones and poets you may know,</span>
 <span class="i1">Nothing so active is, as that which least seems so.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
@@ -4649,7 +4611,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i3">The flight of her is old;</span>
 <span class="i1">Yet in truth it needs must be,</span>
 <span class="i3">For her nest, the earth, is cold.</span>
-<span class="i1">No more in the poolèd Even</span>
+<span class="i1">No more in the poolèd Even</span>
 <span class="i3">Wade her rosy feet,</span>
 <span class="i1">Dawn-flakes no more plash from them</span>
 <span class="i3">To poppies 'mid the wheat.</span>
@@ -4707,7 +4669,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i1">Hang her cage of earth out</span>
 <span class="i3">O'er Heaven's sunward wall,</span>
 <span class="i1">Its four gates open, winds in watch</span>
-<span class="i3">By reinèd cars at all;</span>
+<span class="i3">By reinèd cars at all;</span>
 <span class="i1">Relume in hanging hedgerows</span>
 <span class="i3">The rain-quenched blossom,</span>
 <span class="i1">And roses sob their tears out</span>
@@ -4786,7 +4748,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i3">May timorously</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">Take tremors in Thy arms,</span>
-<span class="i1">And with contrivèd charms</span>
+<span class="i1">And with contrivèd charms</span>
 <span class="i5">Allure</span>
 <span class="i3">A love unsure.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
@@ -5140,7 +5102,7 @@ from</i> <span class="smcap">The Athenæum</span><br />
 <span class="i3">When dusk shrunk cold, and light trod shy,</span>
 <span class="i4">And dawn's grey eyes were troubled grey;</span>
 <span class="i3">And souls went palely up the sky,</span>
-<span class="i4">And mine to Lucidé.</span>
+<span class="i4">And mine to Lucidé.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">There was no change in her sweet eyes</span>
 <span class="i2">Since last I saw those sweet eyes shine;</span>
@@ -5209,7 +5171,7 @@ Notte." That letter was dated July 6th; Shelley was drowned on the
 <h4>ARAB LOVE SONG</h4>
 
 <div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i1">The hunchèd camels of the night<a name="FNanchor_A_5" id="FNanchor_A_5"></a>
+<span class="i1">The hunchèd camels of the night<a name="FNanchor_A_5" id="FNanchor_A_5"></a>
 <a href="#Footnote_A_5" class="fnanchor">[E]</a></span>
 <span class="i1">Trouble the bright</span>
 <span class="i1">And silver waters of the moon.</span>
@@ -5254,7 +5216,7 @@ Notte." That letter was dated July 6th; Shelley was drowned on the
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">The angels keep their ancient places;&mdash;</span>
 <span class="i1">Turn but a stone, and start a wing!</span>
-<span class="i1">'Tis ye, 'tis your estrangèd faces,</span>
+<span class="i1">'Tis ye, 'tis your estrangèd faces,</span>
 <span class="i1">That miss the many-splendoured thing.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">But (when so sad thou canst not sadder)</span>
@@ -5283,7 +5245,7 @@ Notte." That letter was dated July 6th; Shelley was drowned on the
 <span class="i1">Go forth; and if it be o'er stony way,</span>
 <span class="i2">Old joy can lend what newer grief must borrow:</span>
 <span class="i1">And it was sweet, and that was yesterday,</span>
-<span class="i2">And sweet is sweet, though purchasèd with sorrow.</span>
+<span class="i2">And sweet is sweet, though purchasèd with sorrow.</span>
 </div><div class="stanza">
 <span class="i1">Go, songs, and come not back from your far way;</span>
 <span class="i2">And if men ask you why ye smile and sorrow,</span>
@@ -5739,382 +5701,6 @@ stanzas, he held in retrospect those days and nights of human
 dereliction he spent beside London's River, and in the shadow&mdash;but all
 radiance to him&mdash;of Charing Cross.</p></div>
 
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-                     SELECTED POEMS OF
-                      FRANCIS THOMPSON
-
-
- [Illustration: _Francis Thompson in 1877_]
-
-
-                      Selected Poems
-                   _of_ Francis Thompson
-
-
-                 With a Biographical Note by
-                       Wilfrid Meynell
-
-
-                           LONDON
-
-         METHUEN AND CO. LTD.   BURNS AND OATES LTD.
-              Essex Street          Orchard Street
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-                       The Twenty-fifth
-                           Thousand
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-                     THE CONTENTS
-
-
- Frontispiece: Portrait of FRANCIS THOMPSON
- A Note on FRANCIS THOMPSON                       _Page_ ix
- The Dedications                                    xix, xx
-
- POEMS ON CHILDREN
-     Daisy                                                1
-     The Poppy                                            3
-     To Monica Thought Dying                              6
-     The Making of Viola                                  9
-     To my Godchild                                      12
-     Ex Ore Infantium                                    14
-
- From SISTER SONGS
-     A Child's Kiss                                      16
-     Poet and Anchorite                                  20
-     The Omen                                            22
-     The Mirage                                          24
-     The Child-Woman                                     26
-     To a Child heard repeating her Mother's Verses      28
-     A Foretelling of the Child's Husband                31
-
- LOVE IN DIAN'S LAP
-     Before her Portrait in Youth                        33
-     To a Poet Breaking Silence                          35
-     A Carrier Song                                      37
-     Her Portrait                                        39
-     Epilogue to the Poet's Sitter                       45
-     After her Going                                     47
-
- MISCELLANEOUS POEMS
-     A Fallen Yew,                                       48
-     The Hound of Heaven,                                51
-     To the Dead Cardinal of Westminster,                57
-     A Dead Astronomer,                                  63
-     A Corymbus for Autumn,                              64
-     From "The Mistress of Vision",                      69
-     The After Woman,                                    72
-     Lines: To W.M.,                                     74
-     The Way of a Maid,                                  75
-     Ode to the Setting Sun,                             76
-     Epilogue to "A Judgement in Heaven",                86
-     Grace of the Way,                                   87
-     To a Snowflake,                                     88
-     Orient Ode,                                         89
-     From "From the Night of Forebeing",                 96
-     A Counsel of Moderation,                           101
-     From "Assumpta Maria",                             102
-     From "An Anthem of Earth",                         105
-     Contemplation,                                     112
-     Correlated Greatness,                              114
-     July Fugitive,                                     115
-     From "Any Saint",                                  118
-     From "The Victorian Ode",                          124
-     St Monica,                                         127
-     To the Sinking Sun,                                128
-     Dream-Tryst,                                       129
-     Buona Notte,                                       130
-     Arab Love Song,                                    131
-     The Kingdom of God,                                132
-     Envoy,                                             134
-
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-
-
-A BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE ON FRANCIS THOMPSON
-
-
-Francis Thompson, a poet of high thinking, "of celestial vision," and
-of imaginings that found literary images of answering splendour, died
-in London in the winter of 1907. His life--always a fragile
-one--doubtless owed its prolongation to "man's unconquerable mind," in
-him so invincible through all vicissitude that he seemed to add a new
-significance to Wordsworth's phrase. To his mortal frame was denied the
-vitality that informs his verse. Howbeit, his verse was himself; he
-lived every line of it, fulfilling to the last letter his own
-description of the poet, piteous yet proud:
-
-    He lives detached days;
-    He serveth not for praise;
-        For gold
-        He is not sold.
-
-    He asketh not world's eyes;
-    Nor to world's ears he cries--
-        Saith, "These
-        Shut, if ye please!"
-
-To this aloof moth of a man science was nearly as absorbing an interest
-as was the mysticism that some thought had eaten him up; and, to give a
-light example of his actuality, he who had scarce handled a bat since
-he left Ushaw College, knew every famous score of the last quarter of
-a century, and left among his papers cricket-verses, trivial yet
-tragic. One such verse acquaints us incidentally with his Lancashire
-lineage:
-
-    It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,
-      Though my own red roses there may blow;
-    It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,
-      Though the red roses crest the caps, I know.
-    For the field is full of shades as I near the shadowy coast,
-    And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost,
-    And I look through my tears on a soundless-clapping host
-      As the run-stealers flicker to and fro,
-                          To and fro.
-      O my Hornby and my Barlow long ago!
-
-Born at Preston in 1859, the son of a doctor afterwards in practice at
-Ashton-under-Lyne, he inherited no literary traditions. He had, to be
-sure, an uncle, an Oxford convert to Catholicism from the ranks of the
-Anglican clergy, whose name appears on the title page of _Tracts_
-which, perhaps because for their own Times, seem assuredly for no
-other. The seven years Francis Thompson passed at Ushaw--a college near
-Durham, which then possessed few literary traditions besides those of
-Lingard, Waterton and Wiseman, but can now boast Lafcadio Hearn's as
-well as Thompson's own--were, no doubt, influential for him; for a
-certain individualism, still lingering in outstanding seats of
-learning, gave him a lucky freedom to follow his own bent--the ample
-reading of the classics. After Ushaw he went to Owens College, to
-qualify for his father's profession; in his preliminary examination
-distinguishing himself in Greek. His attempts to translate dead
-language into living dated back to these days; though of the list of
-words, which some who were amused and others who were irritated put
-down to his own inventing, many were made familiar to him in his
-intercourse with Milton, with Shelley, with Shakspere--his most vital
-companions. If these poets went, like Alexander, as far as Chaos, and
-if Thompson hazarded one step more, as Emerson said Goethe did,
-Thompson too swung himself safely back again. In Manchester,
-Literature, if not Melancholy, had already marked him for her own; and
-it was his _Religio Medici_ rather than his _Materia Medica_ that he
-put under his pillow, perhaps the lump of it suggesting to him his
-after image about the poet's dreaming:
-
-                The hardest pang whereon
-    He lays his mutinous head may be a Jacob's stone.
-
-A definite reminiscence of the dissecting-room at Manchester may
-certainly be discovered in his allusion (in _An Anthem of Earth_) to
-the heart as
-
-          _Arras'd in purple_ like the house of kings,
-    the regal heart that comes at last
-        To stall the grey rat, and the carrion-worm
-                    Statelily lodge.
-
-Possibly the sorrow of filial duty unperformed--a sorrow deeper with
-him than is common among such predestined delinquents--aggravated the
-bodily ailments which already beset him; and drastic indeed were the
-remedies he himself prescribed. "Physician, heal thyself": the dire
-taunt took flesh, as it were, in Francis Thompson, and his plight was
-visible to all men. Himself he could not save. Biography strangely
-repeats itself, not in common mental experience only, but also in
-uncovenanted details of fact and incident. Like De Quincey, whose
-writings he took into his blood, Thompson had a nervous illness in
-Manchester; like De Quincey he went to London, and knew Oxford Street
-for a stony-hearted stepmother; his wealth, like De Quincey's once, lay
-in two volumes, for he carried AEschylus in one pocket, Blake in the
-other; and the parallel might, if to profit, be further outdrawn.
-
-To most incongruous modes of making a living he now put his hand. His
-assistantship in a shop near Leicester Square would have fitted him for
-the production of a record of _Adventures among Boots_; and later, as a
-"collector" for a bookseller he must often have bent beneath the sack,
-which, if heavy, so he might comfort himself, was at least heavy with
-books. Of these things he spoke with a matter-of-fact, all-accepting,
-simplicity when, a little later, some verses he sent to a magazine
-brought him believers, who sought until they found him. After a course
-of medical treatment, he went to Storrington. That beautiful Sussex
-village has now its fixed place on the map of English literature. For
-there it was that Francis Thompson discovered his possibilities as a
-poet. On its common he met the village child, whom he calls "Daisy," in
-the verses that are so named. And it was characteristic of this poet
-that from the ordinary episodes of ordinary days he made his "golden
-musics." When he saw the sunset at Storrington, the resulting Ode was
-dotted with local landmarks--the cross, for instance, casting its
-shadow in the monastery garden. The children of the family in London,
-into which he was received, were the subjects of _Poppy_, _The Making
-of Viola_, _To Monica Thought Dying_, _To my Godchild_--all in the
-first book of _Poems_; while two of their number have a noble heritage
-in _Sister Songs_. Constant to the end, when he died some newly
-pencilled lines were found, addressed "To Olivia," a yet younger
-sister, recalling the strains of fifteen years before:
-
-    I fear to love you, Sweet, because
-    Love's the ambassador of loss.
-
-To their mother likewise were addressed the poems of Fair Love,
-labelled _Love in Dian's Lap_, of which Coventry Patmore said that
-"Laura might have been proud"; hers also were many of the _New Poems_.
-
-If, therefore, as one critic after another declared, a poet had dropped
-from the skies--those skies of light--of the Seventeenth Century, he
-dropped very much upon the spot. "Mr Thompson must simply be Crashaw
-born again, but born greater," declared the first of his reviewers; and
-Mr Traill, in _The Nineteenth Century_, inquired: "Where, unless
-perhaps here and there in a sonnet of Rossetti's, has this sort of
-sublimated enthusiasm for the bodily and spiritual beauty of womanhood
-found such expression between the age of the Stuarts and our own?" Mr
-Traill added boldly his belief--daring then, though acceptable enough
-now--that "alike in wealth and dignity of imagination, in depth and
-subtlety of thought and in magic and mastery of language," England
-possessed in this little volume the evidence of "a new poet of the
-first rank." More expectedly, Coventry Patmore, in _The Fortnightly
-Review_, hailed in the new-comer a disciple of their common master, the
-Florentine Poet of Fair Love, and expressed the opinion that "Mr
-Thompson's qualities ought to place him in the permanent ranks of
-fame." The _Hound of Heaven_ was to Patmore "one of the very few
-_great_ odes of which the language can boast."
-
-Such pronouncements proved at least that a poet, who had no friend save
-such as his published poems gained for him, could count on an immediate
-recognition for high merit. For these tributes, and many more of like
-welcoming, placed him instantly out of range of the common casualties
-of criticism. And he had what poets of old to their great sorrow
-lacked; he had trial by his peers; a kind fate gave him fellow poets
-among his reviewers.
-
-Perhaps a more convincing sign even than that of professional praise
-was conveyed by the chance allusion he lighted on later in Lady
-Burne-Jones's biography of her husband: "The winter's labour," she
-says, "was cheered by the appearance of a small volume of poems by an
-author whose name (Francis Thompson) was till then unknown to us. The
-little book moved him to admiration and hope." And, speaking of _The
-Hound of Heaven_, Burne-Jones himself said: "Since Gabriel's 'Blessed
-Damozel' no mystical words have so touched me. Shall I ever forget how
-I undressed and dressed again, and had to undress again--a thing I most
-hate--because I could think of nothing else?"
-
-_Sister Songs_, published in 1895--the poem of which Mr William Archer
-has said that "Shelley would have adored it"--is a poem to read aloud;
-for sound and sense herein celebrate their divine nuptials. One of the
-high memories of the present writer is that of hearing it so read by Mr
-George Wyndham at the hearthstone of Byron's granddaughter. The lines
-therein that deal with sex, dormant in the child-girl, yielded the poet
-perhaps his most amazing imagery. "Superabundance," murmured
-some--surely a "fault" as happy as was ever son of Adam's. The charge
-of obscurity brought against the poem was more apt; for who that did
-not know of his days--and his nights--in the London streets, could
-follow such a poignant piece of autobiography as this?
-
-                Forlorn, and faint, and stark,
-    I had endured through watches of the dark
-      The abashless inquisition of each star;
-    Yea, was the outcast mark
-            Of all those heavenly passers' scrutiny;
-            Stood bound and helplessly
-    For Time to shoot his barbed minutes at me;
-    Suffered the trampling hoof of every hour
-            In night's slow-wheeled car;
-        Until the tardy dawn dragged me at length
-        From under those dread wheels; and, bled of strength,
-          I waited the inevitable last.
-            Then there came past
-    A child; like thee, a spring-flower; but a flower
-    Fallen from the budded coronal of Spring,
-    And through the city-streets blown withering.
-    She passed,--O brave, sad, lovingest, tender thing!--
-    And of her own scant pittance did she give,
-              That I might eat and live:
-    Then fled, a swift and trackless fugitive.
-
-And how shall that final episode be turned more explicitly? There are
-still a few things left that cannot be uttered, or, if uttered, that
-become the counterpart, even for the willing ear, of that "tenuity of
-the bat's cry" reported to elude the common hearing. It is even as
-Balzac, great talker himself, says, that everything (especially
-theology I think) is the cheaper for being discussed. Yet this untold
-story transcends the mere romance of De Quincey's Ann, and might,
-indeed, for a moment, reverse Rossetti's just indictment of the life of
-"Jenny"--"It makes a goblin of the sun." For this "flower fallen from
-the budded coronal of Spring" took root and flourished, even in London
-mire, and again the fragrant petals unfolded and the greenery grew.
-
-In _New Poems_ Francis Thompson put forth in _The Mistress of Vision_
-his stark gospel of renunciation. It is the last word of an asceticism
-which he practised as well as preached--most strait in its abnegation
-of everything but the beauty his verse, unlike his life, never could
-renounce. Coventry Patmore, Thompson's true "Captain of Song," used to
-say that the young poet's prose was even finer than his poetry, and his
-talk better than both. This was a statement with the true Patmorean
-touch of paradox. Any way, the talk had no reporter, and of his
-prose--his "heroic prose," as it has been called--only one example
-passed, during his life, into book form--the complaint made by Brother
-Ass, the Body, against its rider, the Soul. This was published under
-the title of _Health and Holiness_, accompanied by a Note from Father
-Tyrrell. But his experiences in prose, as a reviewer, were wide as his
-sympathies, and these were sanely universal. His articles in _The
-Academy_, under Mr Lewis Hind's editorship, must choke up many a
-scrapbook. Later, his contributions to _The Athenaeum_ afforded him his
-greatest scope and stimulant; and only with his death came the eclipse
-of his powers. Editors forbore to be angry at his delays, for, after a
-while of waiting, they got from him, at last, what none else could give
-at all.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-About ten weeks before the darkness fell on him the little flame of his
-life began visibly to flicker. A change to the country was advised; and
-he became the carefully tended guest of Mr Wilfrid Blunt--not many
-miles from the Storrington of his early love, to which, however, not
-wild arabs could any longer draw him. He was too weak for any travel,
-save that which brought him back to London--better, he himself said,
-but surely dying, as it seemed to solicitous eyes.
-
-Ten days before his death he went as a private patient to the Hospital
-of St John and St Elizabeth, in St John's Wood, and there, at the age
-of forty-eight, on November 13, 1907, he passed away at dawn--the dawn
-that was the death-hour in his _Dream Tryst_. He was laid to rest in St
-Mary's Cemetery, Kensal Green. In his coffin were roses from the garden
-of Mr George Meredith, inscribed with Mr Meredith's testimony, "A true
-poet, one of the small band"; and violets from kindred turf went to the
-dead poet's breast from the hand of her whose praises he had divinely
-sung. Devoted friends lament him, no less for himself than for his
-singing. He made all men his debtors, leaving to those who loved him
-the memory of a unique personality, and to English poetry an
-imperishable name.
-
-                                                   W.M.
-
-   _Reprinted, with revisions,
-  from_ THE ATHENAEUM
-  _of November 23, 1907._
-
-
-
-
- The Dedications
-
- DEDICATION OF "POEMS"
-
- To WILFRID AND ALICE MEYNELL
-
-
-    If the rose in meek duty
-      May dedicate humbly
-    To her grower the beauty
-      Wherewith she is comely;
-    If the mine to the miner
-      The jewels that pined in it;
-    Earth to diviner
-      The springs he divined in it;
-    To the grapes the wine-pitcher
-      Their juice that was crushed in it;
-    Viol to its witcher
-      The music lay hushed in it;
-    If the lips may pay Gladness
-      In laughters she wakened,
-    And the heart to its sadness
-      Weeping unslakened;
-    If the hid and sealed coffer
-      Whose having not his is,
-    To the loosers may proffer
-      Their finding--here this is;
-    Their lives if all livers
-      To the Life of all living,--
-    To you, O dear givers,
-      I give your own giving!
-
-
-
-
- DEDICATION OF "NEW POEMS" To COVENTRY PATMORE
-
-
-    Lo, my book thinks to look Time's leaguer down
-    Under the banner of your spread renown!
-    Or, if these levies of impuissant rhyme
-    Fall to the overthrow of assaulting Time,
-    Yet this one page shall send oblivious shame,
-    Armed with your crested and prevailing Name.
-
-
-
-
- Poems on Children
-
-
- DAISY
-
-    Where the thistle lifts a purple crown
-      Six foot out of the turf,
-    And the harebell shakes on the windy hill--
-      O the breath of the distant surf!--
-
-    The hills look over on the South,
-      And southward dreams the sea;
-    And, with the sea-breeze hand in hand,
-      Came innocence and she.
-
-    Where 'mid the gorse the raspberry
-      Red for the gatherer springs,
-    Two children did we stray and talk
-      Wise, idle, childish things.
-
-    She listened with big-lipped surprise,
-      Breast-deep 'mid flower and spine:
-    Her skin was like a grape, whose veins
-      Run snow instead of wine.
-
-    She knew not those sweet words she spake,
-      Nor knew her own sweet way;
-    But there's never a bird so sweet a song
-      Thronged in whose throat that day!
-
-    Oh, there were flowers in Storrington
-      On the turf and on the spray;
-    But the sweetest flower on Sussex hills
-      Was the Daisy-flower that day!
-
-    Her beauty smoothed earth's furrowed face!
-      She gave me tokens three:--
-    A look, a word of her winsome mouth,
-      And a wild raspberry.
-
-    A berry red, a guileless look,
-      A still word,--strings of sand!
-    And yet they made my wild, wild heart
-      Fly down to her little hand.
-
-    For, standing artless as the air,
-      And candid as the skies,
-    She took the berries with her hand,
-      And the love with her sweet eyes.
-
-    The fairest things have fleetest end:
-      Their scent survives their close,
-    But the rose's scent is bitterness
-      To him that loved the rose!
-
-    She looked a little wistfully,
-      Then went her sunshine way:--
-    The sea's eye had a mist on it,
-      And the leaves fell from the day.
-
-    She went her unremembering way,
-      She went, and left in me
-    The pang of all the partings gone,
-      And partings yet to be.
-
-    She left me marvelling why my soul
-      Was sad that she was glad;
-    At all the sadness in the sweet,
-      The sweetness in the sad.
-
-    Still, still I seemed to see her, still
-      Look up with soft replies,
-    And take the berries with her hand,
-      And the love with her lovely eyes.
-
-    Nothing begins, and nothing ends,
-      That is not paid with moan;
-    For we are born in others' pain,
-      And perish in our own.
-
-
- THE POPPY
-
- To MONICA
-
-    Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,
-    And left the flushed print in a poppy there:
-    Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,
-    And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame.
-
-    With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank
-    The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank,
-    And dipped its cup in the purpurate shine
-    When the eastern conduits ran with wine;
-
-    Till it grew lethargied with fierce bliss,
-    And hot as a swinked gipsy is,
-    And drowsed in sleepy savageries,
-    With mouth wide a-pout for a sultry kiss.
-
-    A child and man paced side by side,
-    Treading the skirts of eventide;
-    But between the clasp of his hand and hers
-    Lay, felt not, twenty withered years.
-
-    She turned, with the rout of her dusk South hair,
-    And saw the sleeping gipsy there;
-    And snatched and snapped it in swift child's whim,
-    With--"Keep it, long as you live!"--to him.
-
-    And his smile, as nymphs from their laving meres,
-    Trembled up from a bath of tears;
-    And joy, like a mew sea-rocked apart,
-    Tossed on the wave of his troubled heart.
-
-    For _he_ saw what she did not see,
-    That--as kindled by its own fervency--
-    The verge shrivelled inward smoulderingly:
-
-    And suddenly 'twixt his hand and hers
-    He knew the twenty withered years--
-    No flower, but twenty shrivelled years.
-
-    "Was never such thing until this hour,"
-    Low to his heart he said; "the flower
-    Of sleep brings wakening to me,
-    And of oblivion memory.
-
-    "Was never this thing to me," he said,
-    "Though with bruised poppies my feet are red!"
-    And again to his own heart very low:
-    "O child! I love, for I love and know;
-
-    "But you, who love nor know at all
-    The diverse chambers in Love's guest-hall,
-    Where some rise early, few sit long:
-    In how differing accents hear the throng
-    His great Pentecostal tongue;
-
-    "Who know not love from amity,
-    Nor my reported self from me;
-    A fair fit gift is this, meseems,
-    You give--this withering flower of dreams.
-
-    "O frankly fickle, and fickly true,
-    Do you know what the days will do to you?
-    To your Love and you what the days will do,
-    O frankly fickle, and fickly true?
-
-    "You have loved me, Fair, three lives--or days:
-    'Twill pass with the passing of my face.
-    But where _I_ go, your face goes too,
-    To watch lest I play false to you.
-
-    "I am but, my sweet, your foster-lover,
-    Knowing well when certain years are over
-    You vanish from me to another;
-    Yet I know, and love, like the foster-mother.
-
-    "So, frankly fickle, and fickly true,
-    For my brief life-while I take from you
-    This token, fair and fit, meseems,
-    For me--this withering flower of dreams."
-
-    The sleep-flower sways in the wheat its head,
-    Heavy with dreams, as that with bread:
-    The goodly grain and the sun-flushed sleeper
-    The reaper reaps, and Time the reaper.
-
-    I hang 'mid men my needless head,
-    And my fruit is dreams, as theirs is bread:
-    The goodly men and the sun-hazed sleeper
-    Time shall reap; but after the reaper
-    The world shall glean of me, me the sleeper!
-
-    Love, love! your flower of withered dream
-    In leaved rhyme lies safe, I deem,
-    Sheltered and shut in a nook of rhyme,
-    From the reaper man, and his reaper Time.
-
-    Love! _I_ fall into the claws of Time:
-    But lasts within a leaved rhyme
-    All that the world of me esteems--
-    My withered dreams, my withered dreams.
-
-
- TO MONICA THOUGHT DYING
-
-            You, O the piteous you!
-            Who all the long night through
-            Anticipatedly
-            Disclose yourself to me
-            Already in the ways
-    Beyond our human comfortable days;
-            How can you deem what Death
-            Impitiably saith
-            To me, who listening wake
-            For your poor sake?
-            When a grown woman dies,
-    You know we think unceasingly
-    What things she said, how sweet, how wise;
-    And these do make our misery.
-            But you were (you to me
-    The dead anticipatedly!)
-    You--eleven years, was 't not, or so?--
-            Were just a child, you know;
-            And so you never said
-      Things sweet immeditatably and wise
-    To interdict from closure my wet eyes:
-            But foolish things, my dead, my dead!
-            Little and laughable,
-            Your age that fitted well.
-    And was it such things all unmemorable,
-            Was it such things could make
-    Me sob all night for your implacable sake?
-
-            Yet, as you said to me,
-    In pretty make-believe of revelry,
-            So, the night long, said Death
-            With his magniloquent breath;
-            (And that remembered laughter,
-    Which in our daily uses followed after,
-    Was all untuned to pity and to awe).
-            "_A cup of chocolate,
-            One farthing is the rate,
-            You drink it through a straw._"
-
-            How could I know, how know
-    Those laughing words when drenched with sobbing so?
-    Another voice than yours, than yours, he hath!
-            My dear, was 't worth his breath,
-    His mighty utterance?--yet he saith, and saith!
-    This dreadful Death to his own dreadfulness
-            Doth dreadful wrong,
-    This dreadful childish babble on his tongue!
-    That iron tongue, made to speak sentences
-    And wisdom insupportably complete,
-    Why should it only say the long night through,
-            In mimicry of you,--
-            "_A cup of chocolate,
-            One farthing is the rate,
-    You drink it through a straw, a straw, a straw!_"
-
-            Oh, of all sentences,
-            Piercingly incomplete!
-    Why did you teach that fatal mouth to draw,
-            Child, impermissible awe
-            From your old trivialness?
-            Why have you done me this
-            Most unsustainable wrong,
-            And into Death's control
-    Betrayed the secret places of my soul?
-            Teaching him that his lips,
-    Uttering their native earthquake and eclipse,
-            Could never so avail
-    To rend from hem to hem the ultimate veil
-            Of this most desolate
-    Spirit, and leave it stripped and desecrate,--
-            Nay, never so have wrung
-    From eyes and speech weakness unmanned, unmeet;
-    As when his terrible dotage to repeat
-    Its little lesson learneth at your feet;
-            As when he sits among
-            His sepulchres, to play
-    With broken toys your hand has cast away,
-    With derelict trinkets of the darling young.
-    Why have you taught--that he might so complete
-            His awful panoply
-            From your cast playthings--why,
-    This dreadful childish babble to his tongue,
-            Dreadful and sweet?
-
-
-
-
- THE MAKING OF VIOLA
-
-                I
-
-    _The Father of Heaven._
-                Spin, daughter Mary, spin,
-                Twirl your wheel with silver din;
-                Spin, daughter Mary, spin,
-                    Spin a tress for Viola.
-
-    _Angels._
-                Spin, Queen Mary, a
-                Brown tress for Viola!
-
-                II
-
-    _The Father of Heaven._
-                Weave, hands angelical,
-                Weave a woof of flesh to pall--
-                Weave, hands angelical--
-                    Flesh to pall our Viola.
-
-    _Angels._
-                Weave, singing brothers, a
-                Velvet flesh for Viola!
-
-               III
-
-    _The Father of Heaven._
-                Scoop, young Jesus, for her eyes,
-                Wood-browned pools of Paradise--
-                Young Jesus, for the eyes,
-                     For the eyes of Viola.
-
-    _Angels._
-                Tint, Prince Jesus, a
-                Dusked eye for Viola!
-
-                IV
-
-    _The Father of Heaven._
-                Cast a star therein to drown,
-                Like a torch in cavern brown,
-                Sink a burning star to drown
-                    Whelmed in eyes of Viola.
-
-    _Angels._
-                Lave, Prince Jesus, a
-                Star in eyes of Viola!
-
-                V
-
-    _The Father of Heaven._
-                Breathe, Lord Paraclete,
-                To a bubbled crystal meet--
-                Breathe, Lord Paraclete--
-                    Crystal soul for Viola.
-
-    _Angels._
-                Breathe, Regal Spirit, a
-                Flashing soul for Viola!
-
-                VI
-
-    _The Father of Heaven._
-                Child-angels, from your wings
-                Fall the roseal hoverings,
-                Child-angels, from your wings
-                    On the cheeks of Viola.
-
-    _Angels._
-                Linger, rosy reflex, a
-                Quenchless stain, on Viola!
-
-               VII
-
-    _All things being accomplished, saith the Father of Heaven_:
-                Bear her down, and bearing, sing,
-                Bear her down on spyless wing,
-                Bear her down, and bearing, sing,
-                    With a sound of viola.
-
-    _Angels._
-                Music as her name is, a
-                Sweet sound of Viola!
-
-              VIII
-
-                Wheeling angels, past espial,
-                Danced her down with sound of viol;
-                Wheeling angels, past espial,
-                    Descanting on "Viola."
-
-    _Angels._
-                Sing, in our footing, a
-                Lovely lilt of "Viola!"
-
-                IX
-
-                Baby smiled, mother wailed,
-                Earthward while the sweetling sailed;
-                Mother smiled, baby wailed,
-                    When to earth came Viola.
-
-    _And her elders shall say_:
-                So soon have we taught you a
-                Way to weep, poor Viola!
-
-                X
-
-    Smile, sweet baby, smile,
-    For you will have weeping-while;
-    Native in your Heaven is smile,--
-        But your weeping, Viola?
-
-    Whence your smiles, we know, but ah!
-    Whence your weeping, Viola?--
-    Our first gift to you is a
-    Gift of tears, my Viola!
-
-
- TO MY GODCHILD
-
- FRANCIS M. W. M.
-
-    This labouring, vast, Tellurian galleon,
-    Riding at anchor off the orient sun,
-    Had broken its cable, and stood out to space
-    Down some frore Arctic of the aerial ways:
-    And now, back warping from the inclement main,
-    Its vapourous shroudage drenched with icy rain,
-    It swung into its azure roads again;
-    When, floated on the prosperous sun-gale, you
-    Lit, a white halcyon auspice, 'mid our frozen crew.
-
-    To the Sun, stranger, surely you belong,
-    Giver of golden days and golden song;
-    Nor is it by an all-unhappy plan
-    You bear the name of me, his constant Magian.
-    Yet ah! from any other that it came,
-    Lest fated to my fate you be, as to my name.
-    When at the first those tidings did they bring,
-    My heart turned troubled at the ominous thing:
-    Though well may such a title him endower,
-    For whom a poet's prayer implores a poet's power.
-    The Assisian, who kept plighted faith to three,
-    To Song, to Sanctitude, and Poverty,
-    (In two alone of whom most singers prove
-    A fatal faithfulness of during love!);
-    He the sweet Sales, of whom we scarcely ken
-    How God he could love more, he so loved men;
-    The crown and crowned of Laura and Italy;
-    And Fletcher's fellow--from these, and not from me,
-    Take you your name, and take your legacy!
-
-    Or, if a right successive you declare
-    When worms, for ivies, intertwine my hair,
-    Take but this Poesy that now followeth
-    My clayey best with sullen servile breath,
-    Made then your happy freedman by testating death.
-    My song I do but hold for you in trust,
-    I ask you but to blossom from my dust.
-    When you have compassed all weak I began,
-    Diviner poet, and ah! diviner man--
-    The man at feud with the perduring child
-    In you before song's altar nobly reconciled--
-    From the wise heavens I half shall smile to see
-    How little a world, which owned you, needed me.
-    If, while you keep the vigils of the night,
-    For your wild tears make darkness all too bright,
-    Some lone orb through your lonely window peeps,
-    As it played lover over your sweet sleeps,
-    Think it a golden crevice in the sky,
-    Which I have pierced but to behold you by!
-
-    And when, immortal mortal, droops your head,
-    And you, the child of deathless song, are dead;
-    Then, as you search with unaccustomed glance
-    The ranks of Paradise for my countenance,
-    Turn not your tread along the Uranian sod
-    Among the bearded counsellors of God;
-    For, if in Eden as on earth are we,
-    I sure shall keep a younger company:
-    Pass where beneath their ranged gonfalons
-    The starry cohorts shake their shielded suns,
-    The dreadful mass of their enridged spears;
-    Pass where majestical the eternal peers,
-    The stately choice of the great Saintdom, meet--
-    A silvern segregation, globed complete
-    In sandalled shadow of the Triune feet;
-    Pass by where wait, young poet-wayfarer,
-    Your cousined clusters, emulous to share
-    With you the roseal lightnings burning 'mid their hair;
-    Pass the crystalline sea, the Lampads seven:--
-    Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.
-
-
- EX ORE INFANTIUM
-
-    Little Jesus, wast Thou shy
-    Once, and just so small as I?
-    And what did it feel like to be
-    Out of Heaven, and just like me?
-    Didst Thou sometimes think of _there_,
-    And ask where all the angels were?
-    I should think that I would cry
-    For my house all made of sky;
-    I would look about the air,
-    And wonder where my angels were;
-    And at waking 'twould distress me--
-    Not an angel there to dress me!
-
-    Hadst Thou ever any toys,
-    Like us little girls and boys?
-    And didst Thou play in Heaven with all
-    The angels, that were not too tall,
-    With stars for marbles? Did the things
-    Play _Can you see me?_ through their wings?
-
-    Didst Thou kneel at night to pray,
-    And didst Thou join Thy hands, this way?
-    And did they tire sometimes, being young,
-    And make the prayer seem very long?
-    And dost Thou like it best, that we
-    Should join our hands to pray to Thee?
-    I used to think, before I knew,
-    The prayer not said unless we do.
-    And did Thy Mother at the night
-    Kiss Thee, and fold the clothes in right?
-    And didst Thou feel quite good in bed,
-    Kissed, and sweet, and Thy prayers said?
-
-    Thou canst not have forgotten all
-    That it feels like to be small:
-    And Thou know'st I cannot pray
-    To Thee in my father's way--
-    When Thou wast so little, say,
-    Couldst Thou talk Thy Father's way?--
-    So, a little Child, come down
-    And hear a child's tongue like Thy own;
-    Take me by the hand and walk,
-    And listen to my baby-talk.
-    To Thy Father show my prayer
-    (He will look, Thou art so fair),
-    And say: "O Father, I, Thy Son,
-    Bring the prayer of a little one."
-
-    And He will smile, that children's tongue
-    Has not changed since Thou wast young!
-
-
-
-
- From "Sister Songs"
-
-
- A CHILD'S KISS
-
-        Where its umbrage[A] was enrooted,
-                Sat, white-suited,
-        Sat, green-amiced and bare-footed,
-            Spring, amid her minstrelsy;
-        There she sat amid her ladies,
-              Where the shade is
-        Sheen as Enna mead ere Hades'
-            Gloom fell thwart Persephone.
-        Dewy buds were interstrown
-        Through her tresses hanging down,
-              And her feet
-              Were most sweet,
-        Tinged like sea-stars, rosied brown.
-    A throng of children like to flowers were sown
-    About the grass beside, or clomb her knee:
-    I looked who were that favoured company.
-              And one there stood
-              Against the beamy flood
-    Of sinking day, which, pouring its abundance,
-    Sublimed the illuminous and volute redundance
-    Of locks that, half dissolving, floated round her face;
-              As see I might
-        Far off a lily-cluster poised in sun
-            Dispread its gracile curls of light.
-        I knew what chosen child was there in place!
-        I knew there might no brows be, save of one,
-        With such Hesperian fulgence compassed,
-    Which in her moving seemed to wheel about her head.
-
-    _O Spring's little children, more loud your lauds upraise,
-    For this is even Sylvia with her sweet, feat ways!
-        Your lovesome labours lay away,
-        And prank you out in holiday,
-            For syllabling to Sylvia;
-    And all you birds on branches, lave your mouths with May,
-        To bear with me this burthen
-            For singing to Sylvia!_
-
-    Spring, goddess, is it thou, desired long?
-    And art thou girded round with this young train?--
-    If ever I did do thee ease in song,
-    Now of thy grace let me one meed obtain,
-                And list thou to one plain.
-                Oh, keep still in thy train,
-    After the years when others therefrom fade,
-              This tiny, well-beloved maid!
-    To whom the gate of my heart's fortalice,
-                With all which in it is,
-    And the shy self who doth therein immew him
-    'Gainst what loud leaguerers battailously woo him,
-                I, bribed traitor to him,
-                Set open for one kiss.
-
-                A kiss? for a child's kiss?
-                Aye, goddess, even for this.
-        Once, bright Sylviola! in days not far,
-    Once--in that nightmare-time which still doth haunt
-    My dreams, a grim, unbidden visitant--
-                Forlorn, and faint, and stark,
-    I had endured through watches of the dark
-        The abashless inquisition of each star,
-    Yea, was the outcast mark
-                Of all those heavenly passers' scrutiny;
-                Stood bound and helplessly
-    For Time to shoot his barbed minutes at me;
-    Suffered the trampling hoof of every hour
-                In night's slow-wheeled car;
-        Until the tardy dawn dragged me at length
-        From under those dread wheels; and, bled of strength,
-              I waited the inevitable last.
-                Then there came past
-    A child; like thee, a spring-flower; but a flower
-    Fallen from the budded coronal of Spring,
-    And through the city-streets blown withering.
-    She passed,--O brave, sad, lovingest, tender thing!--
-    And of her own scant pittance did she give,
-                That I might eat and live:
-    Then fled, a swift and trackless fugitive.
-                Therefore I kissed in thee
-    The heart of Childhood, so divine for me;
-                And her, through what sore ways,
-                And what unchildish days,
-    Borne from me now, as then, a trackless fugitive.
-                Therefore I kissed in thee
-                Her, child! and innocency,
-    And spring, and all things that have gone from me,
-                And that shall never be;
-    All vanished hopes, and all most hopeless bliss,
-                Came with thee to my kiss.
-    And ah! so long myself had strayed afar
-    From child, and woman, and the boon earth's green,
-    And all wherewith life's face is fair beseen;
-                Journeying its journey bare
-    Five suns, except of the all-kissing sun
-                  Unkissed of one;
-                  Almost I had forgot
-                  The healing harms,
-    And whitest witchery, a-lurk in that
-    Authentic cestus of two girdling arms:
-                And I remembered not
-        The subtle sanctities which dart
-    From childish lips' unvalued precious brush,
-    Nor how it makes the sudden lilies push
-        Between the loosening fibres of the heart.
-              Then, that thy little kiss
-              Should be to me all this,
-    Let workaday wisdom blink sage lids thereat;
-    Which towers a flight three hedgerows high, poor bat!
-        And straightway charts me out the empyreal air.
-    Its chart I wing not by, its canon of worth
-    Scorn not, nor reck though mine should breed it mirth:
-    And howso thou and I may be disjoint,
-    Yet still my falcon spirit makes her point
-                Over the covert where
-    Thou, sweetest quarry, hast put in from her!
-
-    _Soul, hush these sad numbers, too sad to upraise
-    In hymning bright Sylvia, unlearn'd in such ways!
-          Our mournful moods lay me away,
-          And prank our thoughts in holiday,
-              For syllabling to Sylvia;
-    When all the birds on branches lave their mouths with May,
-              To bear with us this burthen
-              For singing to Sylvia!_
-
- [A] The umbrage of an elm-tree, described earlier in the _Sister Songs_
- from which this and the six succeeding poems are detached.
-
-
- POET AND ANCHORITE
-
-    Love and love's beauty only hold their revels
-    In life's familiar, penetrable levels:
-              What of its ocean-floor?
-              I dwell there evermore.
-              From almost earliest youth
-              I raised the lids o' the truth,
-    And forced her bend on me her shrinking sight;
-    Ever I knew me Beauty's eremite,
-        In antre of this lowly body set,
-            Girt with a thirsty solitude of soul.
-              Natheless I not forget
-    How I have, even as the anchorite,
-            I too, imperishing essences that console.
-    Under my ruined passions, fallen and sere,
-        The wild dreams stir, like little radiant girls,
-    Whom in the moulted plumage of the year
-        Their comrades sweet have buried to the curls.
-    Yet, though their dedicated amorist,
-    How often do I bid my visions hist,
-        Deaf to them, pleading all their piteous fills;
-    Who weep, as weep the maidens of the mist
-        Clinging the necks of the unheeding hills:
-    And their tears wash them lovelier than before,
-    That from grief's self our sad delight grows more.
-    Fair are the soul's uncrisped calms, indeed,
-        Endiapered with many a spiritual form
-              Of blosmy-tinctured weed;
-    But scarce itself is conscious of the store
-    Suckled by it, and only after storm
-    Casts up its loosened thoughts upon the shore.
-            To this end my deeps are stirred;
-            And I deem well why life unshared
-            Was ordained me of yore.
-            In pairing-time, we know, the bird
-            Kindles to its deepmost splendour,
-              And the tender
-              Voice is tenderest in its throat:
-            Were its love for ever nigh it,
-                  Never by it,
-              It might keep a vernal note,
-            The crocean and amethystine
-                  In their pristine
-              Lustre linger on its coat.
-            Therefore must my song-bower lone be,
-                  That my tone be
-              Fresh with dewy pain alway;
-            She, who scorns my dearest care ta'en,
-                  An uncertain
-              Shadow of the sprite of May.
-
-
- THE OMEN
-
-    Yet is there more, whereat none guesseth, love!
-        Upon the ending of my deadly night
-    (Whereof thou hast not the surmise, and slight
-    Is all that any mortal knows thereof),
-        Thou wert to me that earnest of day's light,
-    When, like the back of a gold-mailed saurian
-        Heaving its slow length from Nilotic slime,
-    The first long gleaming fissure runs Aurorian
-        Athwart the yet dun firmament of prime.
-    Stretched on the margin of the cruel sea
-            Whence they had rescued me,
-    With faint and painful pulses was I lying;
-            Not yet discerning well
-    If I had 'scaped, or were an icicle,
-            Whose thawing is its dying.
-    Like one who sweats before a despot's gate,
-    Summoned by some presaging scroll of fate,
-    And knows not whether kiss or dagger wait;
-    And all so sickened is his countenance,
-    The courtiers buzz, "Lo, doomed!" and look at him askance:--
-                At Fate's dread portal then
-                Even so stood I, I ken,
-    Even so stood I, between a joy and fear,
-    And said to mine own heart, "Now if the end be here!"
-
-            They say, Earth's beauty seems completest
-              To them that on their death-beds rest;
-            Gentle lady! she smiles sweetest
-              Just ere she clasps us to her breast.
-    And I,--now _my_ Earth's countenance grew bright,
-    Did she but smile me towards that nuptial-night?
-    But, whileas on such dubious bed I lay,
-                    One unforgotten day,
-            As a sick child waking sees
-                    Wide-eyed daisies
-            Gazing on it from its hand,
-            Slipped there for its dear amazes;
-            So between thy father's knees
-                    I saw _thee_ stand,
-                    And through my hazes
-    Of pain and fear thine eyes' young wonder shone.
-    Then, as flies scatter from a carrion,
-        Or rooks in spreading gyres like broken smoke
-        Wheel, when some sound their quietude has broke,
-    Fled, at thy countenance, all that doubting spawn:
-            The heart which I had questioned spoke,
-    A cry impetuous from its depths was drawn,--
-            "I take the omen of this face of dawn!"
-    And with the omen to my heart cam'st thou.
-            Even with a spray of tears
-    That one light draft was fixed there for the years.
-                  And now?--
-    The hours I tread ooze memories of thee, Sweet,
-            Beneath my casual feet.
-            With rainfall as the lea,
-            The day is drenched with thee;
-            In little exquisite surprises
-    Bubbling deliciousness of thee arises
-                    From sudden places,
-                Under the common traces
-    Of my most lethargied and customed paces.
-
-
- THE MIRAGE
-
-              As an Arab journeyeth
-              Through a sand of Ayaman,
-              Lean Thirst, lolling its cracked tongue,
-              Lagging by his side along;
-              And a rusty-winged Death
-              Grating its low flight before,
-              Casting ribbed shadows o'er
-              The blank desert, blank and tan:
-    He lifts by hap toward where the morning's roots are
-                        His weary stare,--
-            Sees, although they plashless mutes are,
-              Set in a silver air
-            Fountains of gelid shoots are,
-              Making the daylight fairest fair;
-            Sees the palm and tamarind
-    Tangle the tresses of a phantom wind;--
-    A sight like innocence when one has sinned!
-    A green and maiden freshness smiling there,
-                While with unblinking glare
-    The tawny-hided desert crouches watching her.
-                    'Tis a vision:
-              Yet the greeneries Elysian
-              He has known in tracts afar;
-              Thus the enamouring fountains flow,
-              Those the very palms that grow,
-    By rare-gummed Sava, or Herbalimar.--
-              Such a watered dream has tarried
-              Trembling on my desert arid;
-                    Even so
-                Its lovely gleamings
-                  Seemings show
-              Of things not seemings;
-                  And I gaze,
-            Knowing that, beyond my ways,
-                  Verily
-            All these _are_, for these are She.
-
-        Eve no gentlier lays her cooling cheek
-        On the burning brow of the sick earth,
-            Sick with death, and sick with birth,
-        Aeon to aeon, in secular fever twirled,
-            Than thy shadow soothes this weak
-            And distempered being of mine.
-    In all I work, my hand includeth thine;
-            Thou rushest down in every stream
-    Whose passion frets my spirit's deepening gorge;
-    Unhood'st mine eyas-heart, and fliest my dream;
-            Thou swing'st the hammers of my forge;
-    As the innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,
-    Moves all the labouring surges of the world.
-        Pierce where thou wilt the springing thought in me,
-    And there thy pictured countenance lies enfurled,
-        As in the cut fern lies the imaged tree.
-            This poor song that sings of thee,
-        This fragile song, is but a curled
-            Shell outgathered from thy sea,
-        And murmurous still of its nativity.
-
-
- THE CHILD-WOMAN
-
-    O thou most dear!
-    Who art thy sex's complex harmony
-              God-set more facilely;
-              To thee may love draw near
-              Without one blame or fear,
-    Unchidden save by his humility:
-    Thou Perseus' Shield! wherein I view secure
-    The mirrored Woman's fateful-fair allure!
-    Whom Heaven still leaves a twofold dignity,
-    As girlhood gentle, and as boyhood free;
-    With whom no most diaphanous webs enwind
-    The bared limbs of the rebukeless mind.
-    Wild Dryad! all unconscious of thy tree,
-                    With which indissolubly
-    The tyrannous time shall one day make thee whole;
-    Whose frank arms pass unfretted through its bole:
-                Who wear'st thy femineity
-    Light as entrailed blossoms, that shalt find
-    It erelong silver shackles unto thee.
-    Thou whose young sex is yet but in thy soul;--
-                As, hoarded in the vine,
-    Hang the gold skins of undelirious wine,
-    As air sleeps, till it toss its limbs in breeze:--
-        In whom the mystery which lures and sunders,
-          Grapples and thrusts apart, endears, estranges,
-    --The dragon to its own Hesperides--
-        Is gated under slow-revolving changes,
-    Manifold doors of heavy-hinged years.
-        So once, ere Heaven's eyes were filled with wonders
-            To see Laughter rise from Tears,
-            Lay in beauty not yet mighty,
-              Conched in translucencies,
-            The antenatal Aphrodite,
-    Caved magically under magic seas;
-    Caved dreamlessly beneath the dreamful seas.
-
-              "Whose sex is in thy soul!"
-              What think we of thy soul?
-            Which has no parts, and cannot grow,
-            Unfurled not from an embryo;
-    Born of full stature, lineal to control;
-        And yet a pigmy's yoke must undergo.
-    Yet must keep pace and tarry, patient, kind,
-    With its unwilling scholar, the dull, tardy mind;
-    Must be obsequious to the body's powers,
-    Whose low hands mete its paths, set ope and close its ways;
-              Must do obeisance to the days,
-    And wait the little pleasure of the hours;
-            Yea, ripe for kingship, yet must be
-    Captive in statuted minority!
-    So is all power fulfilled, as soul in thee.
-    So still the ruler by the ruled takes rule,
-    And wisdom weaves itself i' the loom o' the fool.
-    The splendent sun no splendour can display,
-    Till on gross things he dash his broken ray,
-    From cloud and tree and flower re-tossed in prismy spray.
-    Did not obstruction's vessel hem it in,
-    Force were not force, would spill itself in vain;
-    We know the Titan by his champed chain.
-
-    Stay is heat's cradle, it is rocked therein,
-    And by check's hand is burnished into light;
-    If hate were none, would love burn lowlier bright?
-    God's Fair were guessed scarce but for opposite sin;
-    Yea, and His Mercy, I do think it well,
-    Is flashed back from the brazen gates of Hell.
-                The heavens decree
-    All power fulfil itself as soul in thee.
-    For supreme Spirit subject was to clay,
-        And Law from its own servants learned a law,
-    And Light besought a lamp unto its way,
-                And Awe was reined in awe,
-              At one small house of Nazareth;
-                  And Golgotha
-    Saw Breath to breathlessness resign its breath,
-    And Life do homage for its crown to death.
-
-
- TO A CHILD HEARD REPEATING HER MOTHER'S VERSES
-
-    As a nymph's carven head sweet water drips,
-    For others oozing so the cool delight
-        Which cannot steep her stiffened mouth of stone--
-    Thy nescient lips repeat maternal strains.
-                  Memnonian lips!
-    Smitten with singing from thy mother's east,
-        And murmurous with music not their own:
-        Nay, the lips flexile, while the mind alone
-                A passionless statue stands.
-                Oh, pardon, innocent one!
-              Pardon at thine unconscious hands!
-    "Murmurous with music not their own," I say?
-    And in that saying how do I missay,
-            When from the common sands
-    Of poorest common speech of common day
-    Thine accents sift the golden musics out!
-          And ah, we poets, I misdoubt,
-            Are little more than thou!
-    We speak a lesson taught we know not how,
-          And what it is that from us flows
-    The hearer better than the utterer knows.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-    And thou, bright girl, not long shalt thou repeat
-    Idly the music from thy mother caught;
-            Not vainly has she wrought,
-    Not vainly from the cloudward-jetting turret
-    Of her aerial mind, for thy weak feet,
-    Let down the silken ladder of her thought.
-        She bare thee with a double pain,
-          Of the body and the spirit;
-        Thou thy fleshly weeds hast ta'en,
-          Thy diviner weeds inherit!
-    The precious streams which through thy young lips roll
-    Shall leave their lovely delta in thy soul:
-        Where sprites of so essential kind
-            Set their paces,
-        Surely they shall leave behind
-            The green traces
-        Of their sportance in the mind;
-        And thou shalt, ere we well may know it,
-          Turn that daintiness, a poet,--
-            Elfin-ring
-          Where sweet fancies foot and sing.
-            So it may be, so it _shall_ be,--
-            O, take the prophecy from me!
-    What if the old fastidious sculptor, Time,
-            This crescent marvel of his hands
-            Carveth all too painfully,
-    And I who prophesy shall never see?
-    What if the niche of its predestined rhyme,
-         Its aching niche, too long expectant stands?
-             Yet shall he after sore delays
-             On some exultant day of days
-             The white enshrouding childhood raise
-    From thy fair spirit, finished for our gaze;
-             While we (but 'mongst that happy "we"
-               The prophet cannot be!)
-    While we behold with no astonishments,
-    With that serene fulfilment of delight
-               Wherewith we view the sight
-             When the stars pitch the golden tents
-    Of their high encampment on the plains of night.
-    Why should amazement be our satellite?
-               What wonder in such things?
-    If angels have hereditary wings,
-        If not by Salic law is handed down
-               The poet's crown,
-        To thee, born in the purple of the throne,
-            The laurel must belong:
-            Thou, in thy mother's right
-    Descendant of Castilian-chrismed kings--
-          O Princess of the Blood of Song!
-
-
- A FORETELLING OF THE CHILD'S HUSBAND
-
-            But on a day whereof I think,
-            One shall dip his hand to drink
-            In that still water of thy soul,
-            And its imaged tremors race
-            Over thy joy-troubled face,
-            As the intervolved reflections roll
-            From a shaken fountain's brink,
-            With swift light wrinkling its alcove.
-            From the hovering wing of Love
-    The warm stain shall flit roseal on thy cheek.
-            Then, sweet blushet! whenas he,
-    The destined paramount of thy universe,
-        Who has no worlds to sigh for, ruling thee,
-        Ascends his vermeil throne of empery,
-              One grace alone I seek.
-    Oh! may this treasure-galleon of my verse,
-    Fraught with its golden passion, oared with cadent rhyme,
-    Set with a towering press of fantasies,
-              Drop safely down the time,
-          Leaving mine isled self behind it far,
-    Soon to be sunken in the abysm of seas,
-    (As down the years the splendour voyages
-        From some long ruined and night-submerged star),
-    And in thy subject sovereign's havening heart
-    Anchor the freightage of its virgin ore;
-              Adding its wasteful more
-    To his own overflowing treasury.
-    So through his river mine shall reach thy sea,
-              Bearing its confluent part;
-              In his pulse mine shall thrill;
-    And the quick heart shall quicken from the heart that's still.
-
-        _Now pass your ways, fair bird, and pass your ways,
-              If you will;
-            I have you through the days.
-            And flit or hold you still,
-            And perch you where you list
-              On what wrist,--
-            You are mine through the times.
-    I have caught you fast for ever in a tangle of sweet rhymes.
-            And in your young maiden morn,
-              You may scorn,
-              But you must be
-            Bound and sociate to me;
-    With this thread from out the tomb my dead hand shall tether thee!_
-
-
-
-
- Love in Dian's Lap
-
-
- BEFORE HER PORTRAIT IN YOUTH
-
-    As lovers, banished from their lady's face,
-            And hopeless of her grace,
-    Fashion a ghostly sweetness in its place,
-            Fondly adore
-    Some stealth-won cast attire she wore,
-            A kerchief, or a glove:
-            And at the lover's beck
-        Into the glove there fleets the hand,
-        Or at impetuous command
-    Up from the kerchief floats the virgin neck:
-
-    So I, in very lowlihead of love,--
-            Too shyly reverencing
-          To let one thought's light footfall smooth
-    Tread near the living, consecrated thing,--
-          Treasure me thy cast youth.
-    This outworn vesture, tenantless of thee,
-            Hath yet my knee,
-          For that, with show and semblance fair
-            Of the past Her
-    Who once the beautiful, discarded raiment bare,
-            It cheateth me.
-          As gale to gale drifts breath
-          Of blossoms' death,
-    So dropping down the years from hour to hour
-          This dead youth's scent is wafted me to-day:
-    I sit, and from the fragrance dream the flower.
-            So, then, she looked (I say);
-            And so her front sunk down
-    Heavy beneath the poet's iron crown:
-            On her mouth museful sweet--
-            (Even as the twin lips meet)
-            Did thought and sadness greet:
-              Sighs
-            In those mournful eyes
-        So put on visibilities;
-    As viewless ether turns, in deep on deep, to dyes.
-            Thus, long ago,
-    She kept her meditative paces slow
-    Through maiden meads, with waved shadow and gleam
-    Of locks half-lifted on the winds of dream,
-    Till love up-caught her to his chariot's glow.
-    Yet, voluntary, happier Proserpine,
-        This drooping flower of youth thou lettest fall
-        I, faring in the cockshut-light, astray,
-            Find on my 'lated way,
-        And stoop, and gather for memorial,
-    And lay it on my bosom, and make it mine.
-    To this, the all of love the stars allow me,
-            I dedicate and vow me.
-            I reach back through the days
-    A trothed hand to the dead the last trump shall not
-      raise.
-            The water-wraith that cries
-    From those eternal sorrows of thy pictured eyes
-    Entwines and draws me down their soundless intricacies!
-
-
- TO A POET BREAKING SILENCE
-
-    Too wearily had we and song
-    Been left to look and left to long,
-    Yea, song and we to long and look,
-    Since thine acquainted feet forsook
-    The mountain where the Muses hymn
-    For Sinai and the Seraphim.
-    Now in both the mountains' shine
-    Dress thy countenance, twice divine!
-    From Moses and the Muses draw
-    The Tables of thy double Law!
-    His rod-born fount and Castaly
-    Let the one rock bring forth for thee,
-    Renewing so from either spring
-    The songs which both thy countries sing:
-    Or we shall fear lest, heavened thus long,
-    Thou should'st forget thy native song,
-    And mar thy mortal melodies
-    With broken stammer of the skies.
-
-      Ah! let the sweet birds of the Lord
-    With earth's waters make accord;
-    Teach how the crucifix may be
-    Carven from the laurel-tree,
-    Fruit of the Hesperides
-    Burnish take on Eden-trees,
-    The Muses' sacred grove be wet
-    With the red dew of Olivet,
-    And Sappho lay her burning brows
-    In white Cecilia's lap of snows!
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-    I think thy girlhood's watchers must
-    Have took thy folded songs on trust,
-    And felt them, as one feels the stir
-    Of still lightnings in the hair,
-    When conscious hush expects the cloud
-    To speak the golden secret loud
-    Which tacit air is privy to;
-    Flasked in the grape the wine they knew,
-    Ere thy poet-mouth was able
-    For its first young starry babble.
-    Keep'st thou not yet that subtle grace?
-    Yea, in this silent interspace,
-    God sets His poems in thy face!
-
-      The loom which mortal verse affords,
-    Out of weak and mortal words,
-    Wovest thou thy singing-weed in,
-    To a rune of thy far Eden.
-    Vain are all disguises! Ah,
-    Heavenly _incognita_!
-    Thy mien bewrayeth through that wrong
-    The great Uranian House of Song!
-    As the vintages of earth
-    Taste of the sun that riped their birth,
-    We know what never-cadent Sun
-    Thy lamped clusters throbbed upon,
-    What plumed feet the winepress trod;
-    Thy wine is flavorous of God.
-    Whatever singing-robe thou wear
-    Has the paradisal air;
-    And some gold feather it has kept
-    Shows what Floor it lately swept.
-
-
- A CARRIER SONG
-
-    Since you have waned from us,
-        Fairest of women,
-    I am a darkened cage
-      Song cannot hymn in.
-    My songs have followed you,
-      Like birds the summer;
-    Ah! bring them back to me,
-      Swiftly, dear comer!
-            _Seraphim,
-            Her to hymn,
-            Might leave their portals;
-            And at my feet learn
-            The harping of mortals!_
-
-    Whereso your angel is,
-      My angel goeth;
-    I am left guardianless,
-      Paradise knoweth!
-    I have no Heaven left
-      To weep my wrongs to;
-    Heaven, when you went from us,
-      Went with my songs too.
-            _Seraphim,
-            Her to hymn,
-            Might leave their portals;
-            And at my feet learn
-            The harping of mortals!_
-
-    I have no angels left
-      Now, Sweet, to pray to:
-    Where you have made your shrine
-      They are away to.
-    They have struck Heaven's tent,
-      And gone to cover you:
-    Whereso you keep your state
-      Heaven is pitched over you!
-            _Seraphim,
-            Her to hymn,
-            Might leave their portals;
-            And at my feet learn
-            The harping of mortals!_
-
-    She that is Heaven's Queen
-      Her title borrows,
-    For that she, pitiful,
-      Beareth our sorrows.
-    So thou, _Regina mi,
-      Spes infirmorum_;
-    With all our grieving crowned
-      _Mater dolorum!
-            Seraphim,
-            Her to hymn,
-            Might leave their portals;
-            And at my feet learn
-            The harping of mortals!_
-
-    Yet, envious coveter
-      Of other's grieving!
-    This lonely longing yet
-      'Scapeth your reaving.
-    Cruel to take from a
-      Sinner his Heaven!
-    Think you with contrite smiles
-      To be forgiven?
-            _Seraphim,
-            Her to hymn,
-            Might leave their portals;
-            And at my feet learn
-            The harping of mortals!_
-
-    Penitent! give me back
-      Angels, and Heaven;
-    Render your stolen self,
-      And be forgiven!
-    How frontier Heaven from you?
-      For my soul prays, Sweet,
-    Still to your face in Heaven,
-      Heaven in your face, Sweet!
-            _Seraphim,
-            Her to hymn,
-            Might leave their portals;
-            And at my feet learn
-            The harping of mortals!_
-
-
- HER PORTRAIT
-
-    Oh, but the heavenly grammar did I hold
-    Of that high speech which angels' tongues turn gold!
-    So should her deathless beauty take no wrong,
-    Praised in her own great kindred's fit and cognate tongue.
-    Or if that language yet with us abode
-    Which Adam in the garden talked with God!
-    But our untempered speech descends--poor heirs!
-    Grimy and rough-cast still from Babel's bricklayers:
-    Curse on the brutish jargon we inherit,
-    Strong but to damn, not memorise, a spirit!
-    A cheek, a lip, a limb, a bosom, they
-    Move with light ease in speech of working-day;
-    And women we do use to praise even so.
-    But here the gates we burst, and to the temple go.
-    Their praise were her dispraise; who dare, who dare,
-    Adulate the seraphim for their burning hair?
-    How, if with them I dared, here should I dare it?
-    How praise the woman, who but know the spirit?
-    How praise the colour of her eyes, uncaught
-    While they were coloured with her varying thought?
-    How her mouth's shape, who only use to know
-    What tender shape her speech will fit it to?
-    Or her lips' redness, when their joined veil
-    Song's fervid hand has parted till it wore them pale?
-
-    If I would praise her soul (temerarious if!)
-    All must be mystery and hieroglyph.
-    Heaven, which not oft is prodigal of its more
-    To singers, in their song too great before--
-    By which the hierarch of large poesy is
-    Restrained to his one sacred benefice--
-    Only for her the salutary awe
-    Relaxes and stern canon of its law;
-    To her alone concedes pluralities,
-    In her alone to reconcile agrees
-    The Muse, the Graces, and the Charities;
-    To her, who can the trust so well conduct,
-    To her it gives the use, to us the usufruct.
-    What of the dear administress then may
-    I utter, though I spoke her own carved perfect way?
-    What of her daily gracious converse known,
-    Whose heavenly despotism must needs dethrone
-    And subjugate all sweetness but its own?
-    Deep in my heart subsides the infrequent word,
-    And there dies slowly throbbing like a wounded bird.
-    What of her silence, that outsweetens speech?
-    What of her thoughts, high marks for mine own thoughts to reach?
-    Yet (Chaucer's antique sentence so to turn),
-    Most gladly will she teach, and gladly learn;
-    And teaching her, by her enchanting art,
-    The master threefold learns for all he can impart.
-    Now all is said, and all being said,--aye me!
-    There yet remains unsaid the very She.
-    Nay, to conclude (so to conclude I dare),
-    If of her virtues you evade the snare,
-    Then for her faults you'll fall in love with her.
-
-    Alas, and I have spoken of her Muse--
-    Her Muse, that died with her auroral dews!
-    Learn, the wise cherubim from harps of gold
-    Seduce a trepidating music manifold;
-    But the superior seraphim do know
-    None other music but to flame and glow.
-    So she first lighted on our frosty earth,
-    A sad musician, of cherubic birth,
-    Playing to alien ears--which did not prize
-    The uncomprehended music of the skies--
-    The exiled airs of her far Paradise.
-    But soon, from her own harpings taking fire,
-    In love and light her melodies expire.
-    Now Heaven affords her, for her silenced hymn,
-    A double portion of the seraphim.
-    At the rich odours from her heart that rise,
-    My soul remembers its lost Paradise,
-    And antenatal gales blow from Heaven's shores of spice;
-    I grow essential all, uncloaking me
-    From this encumbering virility,
-    And feel the primal sex of heaven and poetry:
-    And parting from her, in me linger on
-    Vague snatches of Uranian antiphon.
-
-    How to the petty prison could she shrink
-    Of femineity?--Nay, but I think
-    In a dear courtesy her spirit would
-    Woman assume, for grace to womanhood.
-    Or, votaress to the virgin Sanctitude
-    Of reticent withdrawal's sweet, courted pale,
-    She took the cloistral flesh, the sexual veil,
-    Of her sad, aboriginal sisterhood;
-    The habit of cloistral flesh which founding Eve indued.
-
-    Thus do I know her: but for what men call
-    Beauty--the loveliness corporeal,
-    Its most just praise a thing unproper were
-    To singer or to listener, me or her.
-    She wears that body but as one indues
-    A robe, half careless, for it is the use;
-    Although her soul and it so fair agree,
-    We sure may, unattaint of heresy,
-    Conceit it might the soul's begetter be.
-    The immortal could we cease to contemplate,
-    The mortal part suggests its every trait.
-    God laid His fingers on the ivories
-    Of her pure members as on smoothed keys,
-    And there out-breathed her spirit's harmonies.
-    I'll speak a little proudly:--I disdain
-    To count the beauty worth my wish or gain,
-    Which the dull daily fool can covet or obtain.
-    I do confess the fairness of the spoil,
-    But from such rivalry it takes a soil.
-    For her I'll proudlier speak:--how could it be
-    That I should praise the gilding on the psaltery?
-    'Tis not for her to hold that prize a prize,
-    Or praise much praise, though proudest in its wise,
-    To which even hopes of merely women rise.
-    Such strife would to the vanquished laurels yield,
-    Against _her_ suffered to have lost a field.
-    Herself must with herself be sole compeer,
-    Unless the people of her distant sphere
-    Some gold migration send to melodise the year.
-
-    Yet I have felt what terrors may consort
-    In women's cheeks, the Graces' soft resort;
-    My hand hath shook at gentle hands' access,
-    And trembled at the waving of a tress;
-    My blood known panic fear, and fled dismayed,
-    Where ladies' eyes have set their ambuscade.
-    The rustle of a robe hath been to me
-    The very rattle of love's musketry;
-    Although my heart hath beat the loud advance,
-    I have recoiled before a challenging glance,
-    Proved gay alarms where warlike ribbons dance.
-    And from it all, this knowledge have I got,--
-    The whole that others have, is less than they have not;
-    All which makes other women noted fair,
-    Unnoted would remain and overshone in her.
-
-    How should I gauge what beauty is her dole,
-    Who cannot see her countenance for her soul,
-    As birds see not the casement for the sky?
-    And, as 'tis check they prove its presence by,
-    I know not of her body till I find
-    My flight debarred the heaven of her mind.
-    Hers is the face whence all should copied be,
-    Did God make replicas of such as she;
-    Its presence felt by what it does abate,
-    Because the soul shines through tempered and mitigate:
-    Where--as a figure labouring at night
-    Beside the body of a splendid light--
-    Dark Time works hidden by its luminousness;
-    And every line he labours to impress
-    Turns added beauty, like the veins that run
-    Athwart a leaf which hangs against the sun.
-
-    There regent Melancholy wide controls;
-    There Earth-and Heaven-Love play for aureoles;
-    There Sweetness out of Sadness breaks at fits,
-    Like bubbles on dark water, or as flits
-    A sudden silver fin through its deep infinites;
-    There amorous Thought has sucked pale Fancy's breath,
-    And Tenderness sits looking towards the lands of death;
-    There Feeling stills her breathing with her hand,
-    And Dream from Melancholy part wrests the wand
-    And on this lady's heart, looked you so deep,
-    Poor Poetry has rocked himself to sleep:
-    Upon the heavy blossom of her lips
-    Hangs the bee Musing; nigh, her lids eclipse
-    Each half-occulted star beneath that lies;
-    And in the contemplation of those eyes,
-    Passionless passion, wild tranquillities.
-
-
- EPILOGUE TO THE POET'S SITTER
-
- _Wherein he excuseth himself for the Manner of the Portrait_
-
-    Alas! now wilt thou chide, and say (I deem)
-    My figured descant hides the simple theme:
-    Or, in another wise reproving, say
-    I ill observe thine own high reticent way.
-    Oh, pardon, that I testify of thee
-    What thou couldst never speak, nor others be!
-
-    Yet (for the book is not more innocent
-    Of what the gazer's eyes makes so intent),
-    She will but smile, perhaps, that I find my fair
-    Sufficing scope in such strait theme as her.
-    "Bird of the sun! the stars' wild honey bee!
-    Is your gold browsing done so thoroughly?
-    Or sinks a singed wing to narrow nest in me?"
-    (Thus she might say: for not this lowly vein
-    Out-deprecates her deprecating strain.)
-    Oh, you mistake, dear lady, quite; nor know
-    Ether was strict as you, its loftiness as low!
-    The heavens do not advance their majesty
-    Over their marge; beyond his empery
-    The ensigns of the wind are not unfurled,
-    His reign is hooped in by the pale o' the world.
-    'Tis not the continent, but the contained,
-    That pleasaunce makes or prison, loose or chained.
-    Too much alike or little captives me,
-    For all oppression is captivity.
-    What groweth to its height demands no higher;
-    The limit limits not, but the desire.
-
-           *       *       *       *       *
-
-    We, therefore, with a sure instinctive mind,
-    An equal spaciousness of bondage find
-    In confines far or near, of air or our own kind.
-    Our looks and longings, which affront the stars,
-    Most richly bruised against their golden bars,
-    Delighted captives of their flaming spears,
-    Find a restraint restrainless which appears
-    As that is, and so simply natural,
-    In you;--the fair detention freedom call,
-    And overscroll with fancies the loved prison-wall.
-
-    Such sweet captivity, and only such,
-    In you, as in those golden bars, we touch!
-    Our gazes for sufficing limits know
-    The firmament above, your face below;
-    Our longings are contented with the skies,
-    Contented with the heaven, and your eyes.
-    My restless wings, that beat the whole world through,
-    Flag on the confines of the sun and you;
-    And find the human pale remoter of the two.
-
-
- AFTER HER GOING
-
-    The after-even! Ah, did I walk,
-      Indeed, in her or even?
-    For nothing of me or around
-      But absent She did leaven,
-    Felt in my body as its soul,
-      And in my soul its heaven.
-
-    "Ah me! my very flesh turns soul,
-      Essenced," I sighed, "with bliss!"
-    And the blackbird held his lutany,
-      All fragrant-through with bliss;
-    And all things stilled were as a maid
-      Sweet with a single kiss.
-
-    For grief of perfect fairness, eve
-      Could nothing do but smile;
-    The time was far too perfect fair,
-      Being but for a while;
-    And ah, in me, too happy grief
-      Blinded herself with smile!
-
-    The sunset at its radiant heart
-      Had somewhat unconfest:
-    The bird was loath of speech, its song
-      Half-refluent on its breast,
-    And made melodious toyings with
-      A note or two at best.
-
-    And she was gone, my sole, my Fair,
-      Ah, sole my Fair, was gone!
-    Methinks, throughout the world 'twere right
-      I had been sad alone;
-    And yet, such sweet in all things' heart,
-      And such sweet in my own!
-
-
-
-
- Miscellaneous Poems
-
-
- A FALLEN YEW
-
-    It seemed corrival of the world's great prime,
-      Made to un-edge the scythe of Time,
-        And last with stateliest rhyme.
-
-    No tender Dryad ever did indue
-      That rigid chiton of rough yew,
-        To fret her white flesh through:
-
-    But some god, like to those grim Asgard lords
-      Who walk the fables of the hordes
-        From Scandinavian fjords,
-
-    Upheaved its stubborn girth, and raised unriven,
-      Against the whirl-blast and the levin,
-        Defiant arms to Heaven.
-
-    When doom puffed out the stars, we might have said,
-      It would decline its heavy head,
-        And see the world to bed.
-
-    For this firm yew did from the vassal leas,
-      And rain and air, its tributaries,
-        Its revenues increase,
-
-    And levy impost on the golden sun,
-      Take the blind years as they might run,
-        And no fate seek or shun.
-
-    But now our yew is strook, is fallen--yea
-      Hacked like dull wood of every day
-        To this and that, men say.
-
-    Never!--To Hades' shadowy shipyards gone,
-      Dim barge of Dis, down Acheron
-        It drops, or Lethe wan.
-
-    Stirred by its fall--poor destined bark of Dis!--
-      Along my soul a bruit there is
-        Of echoing images,
-
-    Reverberations of mortality:
-      Spelt backward from its death, to me
-        Its life reads saddenedly.
-
-    Its breast was hollowed as the tooth of eld;
-      And boys, there creeping unbeheld,
-        A laughing moment dwelled.
-
-    Yet they, within its very heart so crept,
-      Reached not the heart that courage kept
-        With winds and years beswept.
-
-    And in its boughs did close and kindly nest
-      The birds, as they within its breast,
-        By all its leaves caressed.
-
-    But bird nor child might touch by any art
-      Each other's or the tree's hid heart,
-        A whole God's breadth apart;
-
-    The breadth of God, the breadth of death and life!
-      Even so, even so, in undreamed strife
-        With pulseless Law, the wife,--
-
-    The sweetest wife on sweetest marriage-day,--
-      Their soul at grapple in mid-way,
-        Sweet to her sweet may say:
-
-    "I take you to my inmost heart, my true!"
-      Ah, fool! but there is one heart you
-        Shall never take him to!
-
-    The hold that falls not when the town is got,
-      The heart's heart, whose immured plot
-        Hath keys yourself keep not!
-
-    Its ports you cannot burst--you are withstood--
-      For him that to your listening blood
-        Sends precepts as he would.
-
-    Its gates are deaf to Love, high summoner;
-      Yea, Love's great warrant runs not there:
-        You are your prisoner.
-
-    Yourself are with yourself the sole consortress
-      In that unleaguerable fortress;
-        It knows you not for portress.
-
-    Its keys are at the cincture hung of God;
-      Its gates are trepidant to His nod;
-        By Him its floors are trod.
-
-    And if His feet shall rock those floors in wrath,
-      Or blest aspersion sleek His path,
-        Is only choice it hath.
-
-    Yea, in that ultimate heart's occult abode
-      To lie as in an oubliette of God;
-        Or in a bower untrod,
-
-    Built by a secret Lover for His Spouse;--
-      Sole choice is this your life allows,
-        Sad tree, whose perishing boughs
-          So few birds house!
-
-
- THE HOUND OF HEAVEN
-
-    I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
-      I fled Him down the arches of the years;
-    I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
-      Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears
-    I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
-                Up vistaed hopes I sped;
-                And shot, precipitated,
-    Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears,
-      From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
-                But with unhurrying chase,
-                And unperturbed pace,
-        Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
-                They beat--and a Voice beat
-                More instant than the Feet--
-        "All things betray thee, who betrayest Me."
-
-                I pleaded, outlaw-wise,
-    By many a hearted casement, curtained red,
-      Trellised with intertwining charities;
-    (For, though I knew His love Who followed,
-                Yet was I sore adread
-    Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside);
-    But, if one little casement parted wide,
-      The gust of His approach would clash it to.
-    Fear wist not to evade, as Love wist to pursue.
-    Across the margent of the world I fled,
-      And troubled the gold gateways of the stars,
-      Smiting for shelter on their clanged bars;
-                Fretted to dulcet jars
-    And silvern chatter the pale ports o' the moon.
-    I said to dawn, Be sudden; to eve, Be soon;
-      With thy young skiey blossoms heap me over
-                From this tremendous Lover!
-    Float thy vague veil about me, lest He see!
-      I tempted all His servitors, but to find
-    My own betrayal in their constancy,
-    In faith to Him their fickleness to me,
-      Their traitorous trueness, and their loyal deceit.
-    To all swift things for swiftness did I sue;
-      Clung to the whistling mane of every wind.
-          But whether they swept, smoothly fleet,
-        The long savannahs of the blue;
-                Or whether, Thunder-driven,
-          They clanged his chariot 'thwart a heaven
-    Plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o' their feet:--
-      Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue.
-                Still with unhurrying chase,
-                And unperturbed pace,
-        Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
-                Came on the following Feet,
-                And a Voice above their beat--
-        "Naught shelters thee, who wilt not shelter Me."
-
-    I sought no more that after which I strayed
-          In face of man or maid;
-    But still within the little children's eyes
-          Seems something, something that replies;
-    _They_ at least are for me, surely for me!
-    I turned me to them very wistfully;
-    But, just as their young eyes grew sudden fair
-          With dawning answers there,
-    Their angel plucked them from me by the hair.
-    "Come then, ye other children, Nature's--share
-    With me" (said I) "your delicate fellowship;
-          Let me greet you lip to lip,
-          Let me twine with you caresses,
-                Wantoning
-          With our Lady-Mother's vagrant tresses,
-                Banqueting
-          With her in her wind-walled palace,
-          Underneath her azured dais,
-          Quaffing, as your taintless way is,
-                From a chalice
-    Lucent-weeping out of the dayspring."
-                So it was done:
-    _I_ in their delicate fellowship was one--
-    Drew the bolt of Nature's secrecies.
-    _I_ knew all the swift importings
-          On the wilful face of skies;
-          I knew how the clouds arise
-          Spumed of the wild sea-snortings;
-                All that's born or dies
-          Rose and drooped with--made them shapers
-    Of mine own moods, or wailful or divine--
-          With them joyed and was bereaven.
-          I was heavy with the even,
-          When she lit her glimmering tapers
-          Round the day's dead sanctities.
-          I laughed in the morning's eyes.
-    I triumphed and I saddened with all weather,
-          Heaven and I wept together,
-    And its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine;
-    Against the red throb of its sunset-heart
-                I laid my own to beat,
-                And share commingling heat;
-    But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart.
-    In vain my tears were wet on Heaven's grey cheek.
-    For ah! we know not what each other says,
-          These things and I; in sound _I_ speak--
-    _Their_ sound is but their stir, they speak by silences.
-    Nature, poor stepdame, cannot slake my drouth;
-          Let her, if she would owe me,
-    Drop yon blue bosom-veil of sky, and show me
-          The breasts o' her tenderness:
-    Never did any milk of hers once bless
-                My thirsting mouth.
-                Nigh and nigh draws the chase,
-                With unperturbed pace,
-          Deliberate speed, majestic instancy;
-                And past those noised Feet
-                A voice comes yet more fleet--
-      "Lo! naught contents thee, who content'st not Me."
-
-    Naked I wait Thy love's uplifted stroke!
-    My harness piece by piece Thou hast hewn from me,
-                And smitten me to my knee;
-          I am defenceless utterly.
-          I slept, methinks, and woke,
-    And, slowly gazing, find me stripped in sleep.
-    In the rash lustihead of my young powers,
-          I shook the pillaring hours
-    And pulled my life upon me; grimed with smears,
-    _I_ stand amid the dust o' the mounded years--
-    My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap.
-    My days have crackled and gone up in smoke,
-    Have puffed and burst as sun-starts on a stream.
-          Yea, faileth now even dream
-    The dreamer, and the lute the lutanist;
-    Even the linked fantasies, in whose blossomy twist
-    I swung the earth a trinket at my wrist,
-    Are yielding; cords of all too weak account
-    For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed.
-          Ah! is Thy love indeed
-    A weed, albeit an amaranthine weed,
-    Suffering no flowers except its own to mount?
-          Ah! must--
-          Designer infinite!--
-    Ah! must Thou char the wood ere Thou canst limn with it?
-    My freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust;
-    And now my heart is as a broken fount,
-    Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever
-          From the dank thoughts that shiver
-    Upon the sighful branches of my mind.
-          Such is; what is to be?
-    The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind?
-    I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds;
-    Yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds
-    From the hid battlements of Eternity;
-    Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then
-    Round the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again.
-          But not ere him who summoneth
-          I first have seen, enwound
-    With glooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned;
-    His name I know, and what his trumpet saith.
-    Whether man's heart or life it be which yields
-          Thee harvest, must Thy harvest fields
-          Be dunged with rotten death?
-
-                Now of that long pursuit
-                Comes on at hand the bruit;
-          That Voice is round me like a bursting sea:
-                "And is thy earth so marred,
-                Shattered in shard on shard?
-          Lo, all things fly thee, for thou fliest Me!
-          Strange, piteous, futile thing,
-    Wherefore should any set thee love apart?
-    Seeing none but I makes much of naught" (He said),
-    "And human love needs human meriting:
-          How hast thou merited--
-    Of all man's clotted clay the dingiest clot?
-          Alack, thou knowest not
-    How little worthy of any love thou art!
-    Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee
-          Save Me, save only Me?
-    All which I took from thee I did but take,
-          Not for thy harms,
-    But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms.
-          All which thy child's mistake
-    Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home:
-          Rise, clasp My hand, and come!"
-
-                Halts by me that footfall:
-                Is my gloom, after all,
-          Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?
-                "Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,
-                I am He Whom thou seekest!
-    Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest Me."
-
-
- TO THE DEAD CARDINAL OF WESTMINSTER
-
-    I will not perturbate
-    Thy Paradisal state
-            With praise
-        Of thy dead days;
-
-    To the new-heavened say,--
-    "Spirit, thou wert fine clay":
-            This do,
-        Thy praise who knew.
-
-    Therefore my spirit clings
-    Heaven's porter by the wings,
-            And holds
-        Its gated golds
-
-    Apart, with thee to press
-    A private business;--
-            Whence,
-        Deign me audience.
-
-    Anchorite, who didst dwell
-    With all the world for cell,
-            My soul
-        Round me doth roll
-
-    A sequestration bare.
-    Too far alike we were,
-            Too far
-        Dissimilar.
-
-    For its burning fruitage I
-    Do climb the tree o' the sky;
-            Do prize
-        Some human eyes.
-
-    _You_ smelt the Heaven-blossoms,
-    And all the sweet embosoms
-            The dear
-        Uranian year.
-
-    Those Eyes my weak gaze shuns,
-    Which to the suns are Suns,
-            Did
-        Not affray your lid.
-
-    The carpet was let down
-    (With golden moultings strown)
-            For you
-        Of the angels' blue.
-
-    But I, ex-Paradised,
-    The shoulder of your Christ
-            Find high
-        To lean thereby.
-
-    So flaps my helpless sail,
-    Bellying with neither gale,
-            Of Heaven
-        Nor Orcus even.
-
-    Life is a coquetry
-    Of Death, which wearies me,
-            Too sure
-        Of the amour;
-
-    A tiring-room where I
-    Death's divers garments try,
-            Till fit
-        Some fashion sit.
-
-    It seemeth me too much
-    I do rehearse for such
-            A mean
-        And single scene.
-
-    The sandy glass hence bear--
-    Antique remembrancer;
-            My veins
-        Do spare its pains.
-
-    With secret sympathy
-    My thoughts repeat in me
-            Infirm
-        The turn o' the worm
-
-    Beneath my appointed sod;
-    The grave is in my blood;
-            I shake
-        To winds that take
-
-    Its grasses by the top;
-    The rains thereon that drop
-            Perturb
-        With drip acerb
-
-    My subtly answering soul;
-    The feet across its knoll
-            Do jar
-        Me from afar.
-
-    As sap foretastes the spring;
-    As Earth ere blossoming
-            Thrills
-        With far daffodils,
-
-    And feels her breast turn sweet
-    With the unconceived wheat;
-            So doth
-        My flesh foreloathe
-
-    The abhorred spring of Dis,
-    With seething presciences
-            Affirm
-        The preparate worm.
-
-    I have no thought that I,
-    When at the last I die,
-            Shall reach
-        To gain your speech.
-
-    But you, should that be so,
-    May very well, I know,
-            May well
-        To me in hell
-
-    With recognising eyes
-    Look from your Paradise--
-            "God bless
-        Thy hopelessness!"
-
-    Call, holy soul, O call
-    The hosts angelical,
-            And say,--
-        "See, far away
-
-    "Lies one I saw on earth;
-    One stricken from his birth
-            With curse
-        Of destinate verse.
-
-    "What place doth He ye serve
-    For such sad spirit reserve,--
-            Given,
-        In dark lieu of Heaven,
-
-    "The impitiable Daemon,
-    Beauty, to adore and dream on,
-            To be
-        Perpetually
-
-    "Hers, but she never his?
-    He reapeth miseries;
-            Foreknows
-        His wages woes;
-
-    "He lives detached days;
-    He serveth not for praise;
-            For gold
-        He is not sold;
-
-    "Deaf is he to world's tongue;
-    He scorneth for his song
-            The loud
-        Shouts of the crowd;
-
-    "He asketh not world's eyes;
-    Not to world's ears he cries;
-            Saith,--'These
-        Shut, if you please';
-
-    "He measureth world's pleasure,
-    World's ease, as Saints might measure;
-            For hire
-        Just love entire
-
-    "He asks, not grudging pain;
-    And knows his asking vain,
-            And cries--
-        'Love! Love!' and dies,
-
-    "In guerdon of long duty,
-    Unowned by Love or Beauty;
-            And goes--
-        Tell, tell, who knows!
-
-    "Aliens from Heaven's worth,
-    Fine beasts who nose i' the earth,
-            Do there
-        Reward prepare.
-
-    "But are _his_ great desires
-    Food but for nether fires?
-            Ah me,
-        A mystery!
-
-    "Can it be his alone,
-    To find, when all is known,
-            That what
-        He solely sought
-
-    "Is lost, and thereto lost
-    All that its seeking cost?
-            That he
-        Must finally,
-
-    "Through sacrificial tears,
-    And anchoretic years,
-            Tryst
-        With the sensualist?"
-
-    So ask; and if they tell
-    The secret terrible,
-            Good friend,
-        I pray thee send
-
-    Some high gold embassage
-    To teach my unripe age.
-            Tell!
-        Lest my feet walk hell.
-
-
- A DEAD ASTRONOMER
-
- (STEPHEN PERRY, S.J.)
-
-    Starry amorist, starward gone,
-    Thou art--what thou didst gaze upon!
-    Passed through thy golden garden's bars,
-    Thou seest the Gardener of the Stars.
-
-    She, about whose mooned brows
-    Seven stars make seven glows,
-    Seven lights for seven woes;
-    She, like thine own Galaxy,
-    All lustres in one purity:--
-    What said'st thou, Astronomer,
-    When thou did'st discover _her_?
-    When thy hand its tube let fall,
-    Thou found'st the fairest star of all!
-
-
- A CORYMBUS FOR AUTUMN
-
-            Hearken my chant,--'tis
-            As a Bacchante's,
-    A grape-spurt, a vine-splash, a tossed tress, flown vaunt 'tis!
-
-            Suffer my singing,
-    Gipsy of Seasons, ere thou go winging;
-            Ere Winter throws
-            His slaking snows
-    In thy feasting-flagon's impurpurate glows!
-
-    Tanned maiden! with cheeks like apples russet,
-        And breast a brown agaric faint-flushing at tip,
-    And a mouth too red for the moon to buss it
-        But her cheek unvow its vestalship;
-            Thy mists enclip
-    Her steel-clear circuit illuminous,
-            Until it crust
-            Rubiginous
-    With the glorious gules of a glowing rust.
-
-    Far other saw we, other indeed,
-        The crescent moon, in the May-days dead,
-        Fly up with its slender white wings spread
-    Out of its nest in the sea's waved mead!
-    How are the veins of thee, Autumn, laden?
-            Umbered juices,
-            And pulped oozes
-        Pappy out of the cherry-bruises
-
-    Froth the veins of thee, wild, wild maiden!
-            With hair that musters
-            In globed clusters,
-        In tumbling clusters, like swarthy grapes,
-    Round thy brow and thine ears o'ershaden;
-    With the burning darkness of eyes like pansies,
-            Like velvet pansies
-            Wherethrough escapes
-    The splendid might of thy conflagrate fancies;
-        With robe gold-tawny not hiding the shapes
-              Of the feet whereunto it falleth down,
-            Thy naked feet unsandalled;
-    With robe gold-tawny that does not veil
-            Feet where the red
-            Is meshed in the brown,
-    Like a rubied sun in a Venice-sail.
-
-    The wassailous heart of the Year is thine!
-    His Bacchic fingers disentwine
-            His coronal
-            At thy festival;
-    His revelling fingers disentwine
-            Leaf, flower, and all,
-            And let them fall
-    Blossom and all in thy wavering wine.
-    The Summer looks out from her brazen tower,
-        Through the flashing bars of July,
-    Waiting thy ripened golden shower;
-        Whereof there cometh, with sandals fleet,
-            The North-west flying viewlessly,
-        With a sword to sheer, and untameable feet,
-    And the gorgon-head of the Winter shown
-    To stiffen the gazing earth as stone.
-
-        In crystal Heaven's magic sphere
-            Poised in the palm of thy fervid hand,
-        Thou seest the enchanted shows appear
-        That stain Favonian firmament;
-        Richer than ever the Occident
-            Gave up to bygone Summer's wand.
-    Day's dying dragon lies drooping his crest,
-    Panting red pants into the West.
-    Or a butterfly sunset claps its wings
-        With flitter alit on the swinging blossom,
-    The gusty blossom, that tosses and swings,
-        Of the sea with its blown and ruffled bosom;
-    Its ruffled bosom wherethrough the wind sings
-    Till the crisped petals are loosened and strown
-            Overblown on the sand;
-            Shed, curling as dead
-        Rose-leaves curl, on the flecked strand.
-
-    Or higher, holier, saintlier when, as now,
-    All Nature sacerdotal seems, and thou.
-        The calm hour strikes on yon golden gong,
-            In tones of floating and mellow light,
-        A spreading summons to even-song:
-            See how there
-            The cowled Night
-        Kneels on the Eastern sanctuary-stair.
-    What is this feel of incense everywhere?
-      Clings it round folds of the blanch-amiced clouds,
-    Upwafted by the solemn thurifer,
-            The mighty Spirit unknown,
-    That swingeth the slow earth before the embannered
-        Throne?
-      Or is't the Season, under all these shrouds
-    Of light, and sense, and silence, makes her known
-            A presence everywhere,
-            An inarticulate prayer,
-    A hand on the soothed tresses of the air?
-            But there is one hour scant
-    Of this Titanian, primal liturgy,--
-            As there is but one hour for me and thee,
-        Autumn, for thee and thine hierophant,
-            Of this grave ending chant.
-            Round the earth still and stark
-    Heaven's death-lights kindle, yellow spark by spark,
-    Beneath the dreadful catafalque of the dark.
-
-            And I had ended there:
-    But a great wind blew all the stars to flare,
-    And cried, "I sweep a path before the moon!
-    Tarry ye now the coming of the moon,
-            For she is coming soon";
-    Then died before the coming of the moon.
-    And she came forth upon the trepidant air,
-            In vesture unimagined-fair,
-            Woven as woof of flag-lilies;
-            And, curdled as of flag-lilies,
-            The vapour at the feet of her;
-    And a haze about her tinged in fainter wise;
-        As if she had trodden the stars in press,
-        Till the gold wine spurted over her dress,
-        Till the gold wine gushed out round her feet;
-            Spouted over her stained wear,
-        And bubbled in golden froth at her feet,
-            And hung like a whirlpool's mist round her.
-
-        Still, mighty Season, do I see't,
-        Thy sway is still majestical!
-        Thou hold'st of God, by title sure,
-    Thine indefeasible investiture,
-        And that right round thy locks are native to;
-    The heavens upon thy brow imperial,
-            This huge terrene thy ball,
-    And o'er thy shoulders thrown wide air's depending pall.
-        What if thine earth be blear and bleak of hue?
-            Still, still the skies are sweet!
-        Still, Season, still thou hast thy triumphs there!
-            How have I, unaware,
-    Forgetful of my strain inaugural,
-        Cleft the great rondure of thy reign complete,
-    Yielding thee half, who hast indeed the all?
-        I will not think thy sovereignty begun
-            But with the shepherd Sun
-        That washes in the sea the stars' gold fleeces;
-            Or that with Day it ceases,
-        Who sets his burning lips to the salt brine,
-            And purples it to wine;
-        While I behold how ermined Artemis
-            Ordained weed must wear,
-            And toil thy business;
-            Who witness am of her,
-    Her too in Autumn turned a vintager;
-    And, laden with its lamped clusters bright,
-    The fiery-fruited vineyard of this night.
-
-
- _From_ "THE MISTRESS OF VISION"
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-          On Ararat there grew a vine,
-          When Asia from her bathing rose;
-          Our first sailor made a twine
-          Thereof for his prefiguring brows.
-          Canst divine
-    Where, upon our dusty earth, of that vine a cluster grows?
-
-          On Golgotha there grew a thorn
-          Round the long-prefigured Brows.
-          Mourn, O mourn!
-    For the vine have we the spine? Is this all the Heaven allows?
-
-          On Calvary was shook a spear;
-          Press the point into thy heart--
-          Joy and fear!
-    All the spines upon the thorn into curling tendrils start.
-
-          O dismay!
-          I, a wingless mortal, sporting
-          With the tresses of the sun?
-          I, that dare my hand to lay
-          On the thunder in its snorting?
-          Ere begun,
-    Falls my singed song down the sky, even the old Icarian way.
-
-          From the fall precipitant
-          These dim snatches of her chant[B]
-          Only have remained mine;--
-          That from spear and thorn alone
-          May be grown
-    For the front of saint or singer any divinizing twine.
-
-          Her song said that no springing
-          Paradise but evermore
-          Hangeth on a singing
-          That has chords of weeping,
-          And that sings the after-sleeping
-          To souls which wake too sore.
-    "But woe the singer, woe!" she said; "beyond the dead his singing-lore,
-          All its art of sweet and sore,
-          He learns, in Elenore!"
-
-          Where is the land of Luthany,
-          Where is the tract of Elenore?
-          I am bound therefor.
-
-          "Pierce thy heart to find the key;
-          With thee take
-          Only what none else would keep;
-          Learn to dream when thou dost wake,
-          Learn to wake when thou dost sleep.
-          Learn to water joy with tears,
-          Learn from fears to vanquish fears;
-          To hope, for thou dar'st not despair,
-          Exult, for that thou dar'st not grieve;
-          Plough thou the rock until it bear;
-          Know, for thou else couldst not believe;
-          Lose, that the lost thou may'st receive;
-          Die, for none other way canst live.
-          When earth and heaven lay down their veil,
-          And that apocalypse turns thee pale;
-          When thy seeing blindeth thee
-          To what thy fellow-mortals see;
-          When their sight to thee is sightless;
-          Their living, death; their light, most lightless;
-          Search no more--
-    Pass the gates of Luthany, tread the region Elenore."
-
-          Where is the land of Luthany,
-          And where the region Elenore?
-          I do faint therefor.
-
-          "When, to the new eyes of thee,
-          All things, by immortal power,
-          Near or far,
-          Hiddenly
-          To each other linked are,
-          That thou canst not stir a flower
-          Without troubling of a star;
-          When thy song is shield and mirror
-          To the fair snake-curled Pain,
-          Where thou dar'st affront her terror
-          That on her thou may'st attain
-          Persean conquest;--seek no more,
-          O seek no more!
-    Pass the gates of Luthany, tread the region Elenore."
-
-          So sang she, so wept she,
-          Through a dream-night's day;
-          And with her magic singing kept she--
-          Mystical in music--
-          That garden of enchanting
-          In visionary May;
-          Swayless for my spirit's haunting,
-    Thrice-threefold walled with emerald from our mortal mornings grey.
-
- [B] The chant of the Mistress of Vision, whom, in her secret garden,
- the Poet has earlier described.
-
-
- THE AFTER WOMAN
-
-    Daughter of the ancient Eve
-    We know the gifts ye gave--and give.
-    Who knows the gifts which _you_ shall give,
-    Daughter of the newer Eve?
-    You, if my soul be augur, you
-    Shall--O what shall you not, Sweet, do?
-    The celestial traitress play,
-    And all mankind to bliss betray;
-    With sacrosanct cajoleries
-    And starry treachery of your eyes,
-    Tempt us back to Paradise!
-    Make heavenly trespass;--ay, press in
-    Where faint the fledge-foot seraphin,
-    Blest fool! Be ensign of our wars,
-    And shame us all to warriors!
-    Unbanner your bright locks,--advance,
-    Girl, their gilded puissance,
-    I' the mystic vaward, and draw on
-    After the lovely gonfalon
-    Us to out-folly the excess
-    Of your sweet foolhardiness;
-    To adventure like intense
-    Assault against Omnipotence!
-
-    Give me song, as She is, new,
-    Earth should turn in time thereto!
-    New, and new, and thrice so new,
-    All old sweets, New Sweet, meant you!
-    Fair, I had a dream of thee,
-    When my young heart beat prophecy,
-    And in apparition elate
-    Thy little breasts knew waxed great,
-    Sister of the Canticle,
-    And thee for God grown marriageable.
-    How my desire desired your day,
-    That, wheeled in rumour on its way,
-    Shook me thus with presentience! Then
-    Eden's lopped tree shall shoot again:
-    For who Christ's eyes shall miss, with those
-    Eyes for evident nuncios?
-    Or who be tardy to His call
-    In your accents augural?
-    Who shall not feel the Heavens hid
-    Impend, at tremble of your lid,
-    And divine advent shine avowed
-    Under that dim and lucid cloud;
-    Yea, 'fore the silver apocalypse
-    Fail, at the unsealing of your lips?
-    When to love _you_ is (O Christ's spouse!)
-    To love the beauty of His house.
-    Then come the Isaian days; the old
-    Shall dream; and our young men behold
-    Vision--yea, the vision of Thabor-mount,
-    Which none to other shall recount,
-    Because in all men's hearts shall be
-    The seeing and the prophecy.
-    For ended is the Mystery Play,
-    When Christ is life, and you the way;
-    When Egypt's spoils are Israel's right,
-    And Day fulfils the married arms of Night.
-
-    But here my lips are still.
-    Until
-    You and the hour shall be revealed,
-    This song is sung and sung not, and its words are sealed.
-
-
- LINES
-
- To W.M.
-
-    O tree of many branches! One thou hast
-    Thou barest not, but grafted'st on thee. Now,
-    Should all men's thunders break on thee, and leave
-    Thee reft of bough and blossom, that one branch
-    Shall cling to thee, my Father, Brother, Friend,
-    Shall cling to thee, until the end of end!
-
-
- THE WAY OF A MAID
-
-    The lover, whose soul shaken is
-    In some decuman billow of bliss,
-    Who feels his gradual-wading feet
-    Sink in some sudden hollow of sweet,
-    And 'mid love's used converse comes
-    Sharp on a mood which all joy sums--
-    An instant fine compendium of
-    The liberal-leaved writ of love--
-    His abashed pulses beating thick
-    At the exigent joy and quick,
-    Is dumbed, by aiming utterance great
-    Up to the miracle of his fate.
-    The wise girl, such Icarian fall
-    Saved by her confidence that she's small,--
-    As what no kindred word will fit
-    Is uttered best by opposite,
-    Love in the tongue of hate exprest,
-    And deepest anguish in a jest,--
-    Feeling the infinite must be
-    Best said by triviality,
-    Speaks, where expression bates its wings,
-    Just happy, alien, little things;
-    What of all words is in excess
-    Implies in a sweet nothingness,
-    With dailiest babble shows her sense
-    That full speech were full impotence;
-    And, while she feels the heavens lie bare,--
-    She only talks about her hair.
-
-
- ODE TO THE SETTING SUN
-
-           PRELUDE
-
-    The wailful sweetness of the violin
-      Floats down the hushed waters of the wind;
-    The heart-strings of the throbbing harp begin
-      To long in aching music. Spirit-pined,
-
-    In wafts that poignant sweetness drifts, until
-      The wounded soul ooze sadness. The red sun,
-    A bubble of fire, drops slowly toward the hill,
-      While one bird prattles that the day is done.
-
-    O setting Sun, that as in reverent days
-      Sinkest in music to thy smoothed sleep,
-    Discrowned of homage, though yet crowned with rays,
-      Hymned not at harvest more, though reapers reap:
-
-    For thee this music wakes not. O deceived,
-      If thou hear in these thoughtless harmonies
-    A pious phantom of adorings reaved,
-      And echo of fair ancient flatteries!
-
-    Yet, in this field where the Cross planted reigns,
-      I know not what strange passion bows my head
-    To thee, whose great command upon my veins
-      Proves thee a god for me not dead, not dead!
-
-    For worship it is too incredulous,
-      For doubt--oh, too believing-passionate!
-    What wild divinity makes my heart thus
-      A fount of most baptismal tears?--Thy straight
-
-    Long beam lies steady on the Cross. Ah me!
-      What secret would thy radiant finger show?
-    Of thy bright mastership is this the key?
-      Is _this_ thy secret, then? And is it woe?
-
-    Fling from thine ear the burning curls, and hark
-      A song thou hast not heard in Northern day;
-    For Rome too daring, and for Greece too dark,
-      Sweet with wild wings that pass, that pass away!
-
-           ODE
-
-    Alpha and Omega, sadness and mirth,
-      The springing music, and its wasting breath--
-    The fairest things in life are Death and Birth,
-      And of these two the fairer thing is Death.
-    Mystical twins of Time inseparable,
-      The younger hath the holier array,
-          And hath the awfuller sway:
-      It is the falling star that trails the light,
-      It is the breaking wave that hath the might,
-    The passing shower that rainbows maniple.
-      Is it not so, O thou down-stricken Day,
-    That draw'st thy splendours round thee in thy fall?
-    High was thine Eastern pomp inaugural;
-    But thou dost set in statelier pageantry
-      Lauded with tumults of a firmament:
-    Thy visible music-blasts make deaf the sky,
-      Thy cymbals clang to fire the Occident,
-    Thou dost thy dying so triumphally:
-    I _see_ the crimson blaring of thy shawms!
-          Why do those lucent palms
-    Strew thy feet's failing thicklier than their might,
-    Who dost but hood thy glorious eyes with night,
-    And vex the heels of all the yesterdays?
-          Lo! this loud, lackeying praise
-    Will stay behind to greet the usurping moon,
-      When they have cloud-barred over thee the West.
-    Oh, shake the bright dust from thy parting shoon!
-      The earth not paeans thee, nor serves thy hest;
-    Be godded not by Heaven! avert thy face,
-          And leave to blank disgrace
-    The oblivious world! unsceptre thee of state and place!
-
-    Yet ere Olympus thou wast, and a god!
-          Though we deny thy nod,
-    We cannot spoil thee of thy divinity.
-          What know we elder than thee?
-    When thou didst, bursting from the great void's husk,
-    Leap like a lion on the throat o' the dusk;
-          When the angels rose-chapleted
-            Sang to each other,
-          The vaulted blaze overhead
-          Of their vast pinions spread,
-            Hailing thee brother;
-    How chaos rolled back from the wonder,
-    And the First Morn knelt down to thy visage of thunder!
-          Thou didst draw to thy side
-          Thy young Auroral bride,
-        And lift her veil of night and mystery;
-          Tellus with baby hands
-          Shook off her swaddling-bands,
-        And from the unswathed vapours laughed to thee.
-
-      Thou twi-form deity, nurse at once and sire!
-      Thou genitor that all things nourishest!
-      The earth was suckled at thy shining breast,
-    And in her veins is quick thy milky fire.
-    Who scarfed her with the morning? and who set
-    Upon her brow the day-fall's carcanet?
-      Who queened her front with the enrondured moon?
-        Who dug night's jewels from their vaulty mine
-          To dower her, past an eastern wizard's dreams,
-      When, hovering on him through his haschish-swoon,
-        All the rained gems of the old Tartarian line
-    Shiver in lustrous throbbings of tinged flame?--
-          Whereof a moiety in the Paolis' seams
-          Statelily builded their Venetian name.
-            Thou hast enwoofed her
-            An empress of the air,
-    And all her births are propertied by thee:
-            Her teeming centuries
-            Drew being from thine eyes:
-    Thou fatt'st the marrow of all quality.
-
-    Who lit the furnace of the mammoth's heart?
-      Who shagged him like Pilatus' ribbed flanks?
-              Who raised the columned ranks
-    Of that old pre-diluvian forestry,
-    Which like a continent torn oppressed the sea,
-      When the ancient heavens did in rains depart,
-              While the high-danced whirls
-    Of the tossed scud made hiss thy drenched curls?
-              Thou rear'dst the enormous brood;
-        Who hast with life imbued
-      The lion maned in tawny majesty,
-        The tiger velvet-barred,
-        The stealthy-stepping pard,
-    And the lithe panther's flexuous symmetry.
-
-    How came the entombed tree a light-bearer,
-        Though sunk in lightless lair?
-        Friend of the forgers of earth,
-      Mate of the earthquake and thunders volcanic,
-      Clasped in the arms of the forces Titanic
-        Which rock like a cradle the girth
-            Of the ether-hung world;
-      Swart son of the swarthy mine,
-      When flame on the breath of his nostrils feeds
-        How is his countenance half-divine,
-        Like thee in thy sanguine weeds?
-      Thou gavest him his light,
-      Though sepulchred in night
-    Beneath the dead bones of a perished world;
-      Over his prostrate form
-      Though cold, and heat, and storm,
-    The mountainous wrack of a creation hurled.
-
-          Who made the splendid rose
-          Saturate with purple glows;
-    Cupped to the marge with beauty; a perfume-press
-          Whence the wind vintages
-    Gushes of warmed fragrance richer far
-      Than all the flavorous ooze of Cyprus' vats?
-    Lo, in yon gale which waves her green cymar,
-          With dusky cheeks burnt red
-          She sways her heavy head,
-    Drunk with the must of her own odorousness;
-      While in a moted trouble the vexed gnats
-    Maze, and vibrate, and tease the noontide hush.
-      Who girt dissolved lightnings in the grape?
-    Summered the opal with an Irised flush?
-      Is it not thou that dost the tulip drape,
-          And huest the daffodilly,
-          Yet who hast snowed the lily;
-    And her frail sister, whom the waters name,
-      Dost vestal-vesture 'mid the blaze of June,
-      Cold as the new-sprung girlhood of the moon
-    Ere Autumn's kiss sultry her cheek with flame?
-          Thou sway'st thy sceptred beam
-          O'er all delight and dream;
-      Beauty is beautiful but in thy glance:
-          And, like a jocund maid
-          In garland-flowers arrayed,
-      Before thy ark Earth keeps her sacred dance.
-
-    And now, O shaken from thine antique throne,
-      And sunken from thy coerule empery,
-    Now that the red glare of thy fall is blown
-      In smoke and flame about the windy sky,
-    Where are the wailing voices that should meet
-      From hill, stream, grove, and all of mortal shape
-    Who tread thy gifts, in vineyards as stray feet
-      Pulp the globed weight of juiced Iberia's grape?
-          Where is the threne o' the sea?
-          And why not dirges thee
-    The wind, that sings to himself as he makes stride
-      Lonely and terrible on the Andean height?
-        Where is the Naiad 'mid her sworded sedge?
-      The Nymph wan-glimmering by her wan fount's verge?
-    The Dryad at timid gaze by the wood-side?
-          The Oread jutting light
-      On one up-strained sole from the rock-ledge?
-        The Nereid tip-toe on the scud o' the surge,
-    With whistling tresses dank athwart her face,
-    And all her figure poised in lithe Circean grace?
-          Why withers their lament?
-          Their tresses tear-besprent,
-      Have they sighed hence with trailing garment-hem?
-          O sweet, O sad, O fair,
-          I catch your flying hair,
-      Draw your eyes down to me, and dream on them!
-
-    A space, and they fleet from me. Must ye fade--
-    O old, essential candours, ye who made
-      The earth a living and a radiant thing--
-        And leave her corpse in our strained, cheated arms?
-        Lo ever thus, when Song with chorded charms
-    Draws from dull death his lost Eurydice,
-      Lo ever thus, even at consummating,
-      Even in the swooning minute that claims her his,
-      Even as he trembles to the impassioned kiss
-      Of reincarnate Beauty, his control
-      Clasps the cold body, and foregoes the soul!
-          Whatso looks lovelily
-    Is but the rainbow on life's weeping rain.
-    Why have we longings of immortal pain,
-    And all we long for mortal? Woe is me,
-    And all our chants but chaplet some decay,
-    As mine this vanishing--nay, vanished Day.
-    The low sky-line dusks to a leaden hue,
-      No rift disturbs the heavy shade and chill,
-    Save one, where the charred firmament lets through
-      The scorching dazzle of Heaven; 'gainst which the hill,
-          Out-flattened sombrely,
-    Stands black as life against eternity.
-          Against eternity?
-          A rifting light in me
-    Burns through the leaden broodings of the mind:
-          O blessed Sun, thy state
-          Uprisen or derogate
-      Dafts me no more with doubt; I seek and find.
-
-        If with exultant tread
-          Thou foot the Eastern sea,
-          Or like a golden be
-        Sting the West to angry red,
-        Thou dost image, thou dost follow
-          That King-Maker of Creation,
-        Who, ere Hellas hailed Apollo,
-          Gave thee, angel-god, thy station;
-    Thou art of Him a type memorial.
-      Like Him thou hang'st in dreadful pomp of blood
-          Upon thy Western rood;
-      And His stained brow did veil like thine to-night,
-          Yet lift once more Its light,
-    And, risen, again departed from our ball,
-    But when It set on earth arose in Heaven.
-    Thus hath He unto death His beauty given:
-    And so of all which form inheriteth
-        The fall doth pass the rise in worth;
-    For birth hath in itself the germ of death,
-      But death hath in itself the germ of birth.
-    It is the falling acorn buds the tree,
-    The falling rain that bears the greenery,
-      The fern-plants moulder when the ferns arise.
-      For there is nothing lives but something dies,
-    And there is nothing dies but something lives.
-          Till skies be fugitives,
-    Till Time, the hidden root of change, updries,
-    Are Birth and Death inseparable on earth;
-    For they are twain yet one, and Death is Birth.
-
-           AFTER-STRAIN
-
-    Now with wan ray that other sun of Song
-      Sets in the bleakening waters of my soul:
-    One step, and lo! the Cross stands gaunt and long
-      'Twixt me and yet bright skies, a presaged dole.
-
-    Even so, O Cross! thine is the victory.
-      Thy roots are fast within our fairest fields;
-    Brightness may emanate in Heaven from thee,
-      Here thy dread symbol only shadow yields.
-
-    Of reaped joys thou art the heavy sheaf
-      Which must be lifted, though the reaper groan;
-    Yea, we may cry till Heaven's great ear be deaf,
-      But we must bear thee, and must bear alone.
-
-    Vain were a Simon; of the Antipodes
-      Our night not borrows the superfluous day.
-    Yet woe to him that from his burden flees,
-      Crushed in the fall of what he cast away.
-
-    Therefore, O tender Lady, Queen Mary,
-      Thou gentleness that dost enmoss and drape
-    The Cross's rigorous austerity,
-      Wipe thou the blood from wounds that needs must gape.
-
-    "Lo, though suns rise and set, but crosses stay,
-      I leave thee ever," saith she, "light of cheer."
-    'Tis so: yon sky still thinks upon the Day,
-      And showers aerial blossoms on his bier.
-
-    Yon cloud with wrinkled fire is edged sharp;
-      And once more welling through the air, ah me!
-    How the sweet viol plains him to the harp,
-      Whose panged sobbings throng tumultuously.
-
-    Oh, this Medusa-pleasure with her stings!
-      This essence of all suffering, which is joy!
-    I am not thankless for the spell it brings,
-      Though tears must be told down for the charmed toy.
-
-    No; while soul, sky, and music bleed together,
-      Let me give thanks even for those griefs in me,
-    The restless windward stirrings of whose feather
-      Prove them the brood of immortality.
-
-    My soul is quitted of death-neighbouring swoon,
-      Who shall not slake her immitigable scars
-    Until she hear "My sister!" from the moon,
-      And take the kindred kisses of the stars.
-
-
- _EPILOGUE TO_ "A JUDGEMENT IN HEAVEN"
-
-    Virtue may unlock hell, or even
-    A sin turn in the wards of Heaven,
-    (As ethics of the text-book go),
-    So little men their own deeds know,
-    Or through the intricate _melee_
-    Guess whitherward draws the battle-sway;
-    So little, if they know the deed,
-    Discern what therefrom shall succeed.
-    To wisest moralists 'tis but given
-    To work rough border-law of Heaven,
-    Within this narrow life of ours,
-    These marches 'twixt delimitless Powers.
-    Is it, if Heaven the future showed,
-    Is it the all-severest mode
-    To see ourselves with the eyes of God?
-    God rather grant, at His assize,
-    He see us not with our own eyes!
-
-    Heaven, which man's generations draws,
-    Nor deviates into replicas,
-    Must of as deep diversity
-    In judgement as creation be.
-    There is no expeditious road
-    To pack and label men for God,
-    And save them by the barrel-load.
-    Some may perchance, with strange surprise,
-    Have blundered into Paradise.
-    In vasty dusk of life abroad,
-    They fondly thought to err from God,
-    Nor knew the circle that they trod;
-    And, wandering all the night about,
-    Found them at morn where they set out.
-    Death dawned; Heaven lay in prospect wide:--
-    Lo! they were standing by His side!
-
-
- GRACE OF THE WAY
-
-    The windy trammel of her dress,
-      Her blown locks, took my soul in mesh.
-    God's breath they spake, with visibleness
-      That stirred the raiment of her flesh:
-
-    And sensible, as her blown locks were,
-      Beyond the precincts of her form
-    I felt the woman flow from her--
-      A calm of intempestuous storm.
-
-    I failed against the affluent tide;
-      Out of this abject earth of me
-    I was translated and enskied
-      Into the heavenly-regioned She.
-
-    Now of that vision I bereaven
-      This knowledge keep, that may not dim:--
-    Short arm needs man to reach to Heaven,
-      So ready is Heaven to stoop to him;
-
-    Which sets, to measure of man's feet,
-      No alien Tree for trysting-place;
-    And who can read, may read the sweet
-      Direction in his Lady's face.
-
-
- TO A SNOW-FLAKE
-
-    What heart could have thought you?--
-    Past our devisal
-    (O filigree petal!)
-    Fashioned so purely,
-    Fragilely, surely,
-    From what Paradisal
-    Imagineless metal,
-    Too costly for cost?
-    Who hammered you, wrought you,
-    From argentine vapour?--
-    "God was my shaper.
-    Passing surmisal,
-    He hammered, He wrought me,
-    From curled silver vapour,
-    To lust of His mind:--
-    Thou could'st not have thought me!
-    So purely, so palely,
-    Tinily, surely,
-    Mightily, frailly,
-    Insculped and embossed,
-    With His hammer of wind,
-    And His graver of frost."
-
-
- ORIENT ODE
-
-    Lo, in the sanctuaried East,
-    Day, a dedicated priest
-    In all his robes pontifical exprest,
-    Lifteth slowly, lifteth sweetly,
-    From out its Orient tabernacle drawn,
-    Yon orbed sacrament confest
-    Which sprinkles benediction through the dawn;
-    And when the grave procession 's ceased,
-    The earth with due illustrious rite
-    Blessed,--ere the frail fingers featly
-    Of twilight, violet-cassocked acolyte,
-    His sacerdotal stoles unvest--
-    Sets, for high close of the mysterious feast,
-    The sun in august exposition meetly
-    Within the flaming monstrance of the West.
-
-    God, whom none may live and mark,
-    Borne within thy radiant ark!--
-    While the Earth, a joyous David,
-    Dances before thee from the dawn to dark.
-    The moon, O leave, pale ruined Eve;
-    Behold her fair and greater daughter[C]
-    Offers to thee her fruitful water,
-    Which at thy first white _Ave_ shall conceive!
-    Thy gazes do on simple her
-    Desirable allures confer;
-    What happy comelinesses rise
-    Beneath thy beautifying eyes!
-    Who was, indeed, at first a maid
-    Such as, with sighs, misgives she is not fair,
-    And secret views herself afraid,
-    Till flatteries sweet provoke the charms they swear:
-    Yea, thy gazes, blissful lover,
-    Make the beauties they discover!
-    What dainty guiles and treacheries caught
-    From artful prompting of love's artless thought
-    Her lowly loveliness teach her to adorn,
-    When thy plumes shiver against the conscious gates of morn!
-
-    And so the love which is thy dower,
-    Earth, though her first-frightened breast
-    Against the exigent boon protest,
-    (For she, poor maid, of her own power
-    Has nothing in herself, not even love,
-    But an unwitting void thereof),
-    Gives back to thee in sanctities of flower;
-    And holy odours do her bosom invest,
-    That sweeter grows for being prest:
-    Though dear recoil, the tremorous nurse of joy,
-    From thine embrace still startles coy,
-    Till Phosphor lead, at thy returning hour,
-    The laughing captive from the wishing West.
-
-    Nor the majestic heavens less
-    Thy formidable sweets approve,
-    Thy dreads and thy delights confess
-    That do draw, and that remove.
-    Thou as a lion roar'st, O Sun,
-    Upon thy satellites' vexed heels;
-    Before thy terrible hunt thy planets run;
-    Each in his frighted orbit wheels,
-    Each flies through inassuageable chase,
-    Since the hunt o' the world begun,
-    The puissant approaches of thy face,
-    And yet thy radiant leash he feels.
-    Since the hunt o' the world begun,
-    Lashed with terror, leashed with longing,
-    The mighty course is ever run;
-    Pricked with terror, leashed with longing,
-    Thy rein they love, and thy rebuke they shun.
-    Since the hunt o' the world began,
-    With love that trembleth, fear that loveth,
-    Thou join'st the woman to the man;
-    And Life with Death
-    In obscure nuptials moveth,
-    Commingling alien, yet affined, breath.
-
-    Thou art the incarnated Light
-    Whose Sire is aboriginal, and beyond
-    Death and resurgence of our day and night;
-    From him is thy vicegerent wand
-    With double potence of the black and white.
-    Giver of Love, and Beauty, and Desire,
-    The terror, and the loveliness, and purging,
-    The deathfulness and lifefulness of fire!
-    Samson's riddling meanings merging
-    In thy twofold sceptre meet:
-    Out of thy minatory might,
-    Burning Lion, burning Lion,
-    Comes the honey of all sweet,
-    And out of thee, the eater, comes forth meat.
-    And though, by thine alternate breath,
-    Every kiss thou dost inspire
-    Echoeth
-    Back from the windy vaultages of death;
-    Yet thy clear warranty above
-    Augurs the wings of death too must
-    Occult reverberations stir of love
-    Crescent and life incredible;
-    That even the kisses of the just
-    Go down not unresurgent to the dust.
-    Yea, not a kiss which I have given,
-    But shall triumph upon my lips in heaven,
-    Or cling a shameful fungus there in hell.
-    Know'st thou me not, O Sun? Yea, well
-    Thou know'st the ancient miracle,
-    The children know'st of Zeus and May;
-    And still thou teachest them, O splendent Brother,
-    To incarnate, the antique way,
-    The truth which is their heritage from their Sire
-    In sweet disguise of flesh from their sweet Mother.
-    My fingers thou hast taught to con
-    Thy flame-chorded psalterion,
-    Till I can translate into mortal wire--
-    Till I can translate passing well--
-    The heavenly harping harmony,
-    Melodious, sealed, inaudible,
-    Which makes the dulcet psalter of the world's desire.
-    Thou whisperest in the Moon's white ear,
-    And she does whisper into mine,--
-    By night together, I and she--
-    With her virgin voice divine,
-    The things I cannot half so sweetly tell
-    As she can sweetly speak, I sweetly hear.
-
-    By her, the Woman, does Earth live, O Lord,
-    Yet she for Earth, and both in thee.
-    Light out of light!
-    Resplendent and prevailing Word
-    Of the Unheard!
-    Not unto thee, great Image, not to thee
-    Did the wise heathen bend an idle knee;
-    And in an age of faith grown frore
-    If I too shall adore,
-    Be it accounted unto me,
-    A bright sciential idolatry!
-    God has given thee visible thunders
-    To utter thine apocalypse of wonders,
-    And what want I of prophecy,
-    That at the sounding from thy station
-    Of thy flagrant trumpet, see
-    The seals that melt, the open revelation?
-    Or who a God-persuading angel needs,
-    That only heeds
-    The rhetoric of thy burning deeds?
-    Which but to sing, if it may be,
-    In worship-warranting moiety,
-    So I would win
-    In such a song as hath within
-    A smouldering core of mystery,
-    Brimmed with nimbler meanings up
-    Than hasty Gideons in their hands may sup;--
-    Lo, my suit pleads
-    That thou, Isaian coal of fire,
-    Touch from yon altar my poor mouth's desire,
-    And the relucent song take for thy sacred meeds.
-
-    To thine own shape
-    Thou round'st the chrysolite of the grape,
-    Bind'st thy gold lightnings in his veins;
-    Thou storest the white garners of the rains.
-    Destroyer and preserver, thou
-    Who medicinest sickness, and to health
-    Art the unthanked marrow of its wealth;
-    To those apparent sovereignties we bow
-    And bright appurtenances of thy brow!
-    Thy proper blood dost thou not give,
-    That Earth, the gusty Maenad, drink and dance?
-    Art thou not life of them that live?
-    Yea, in glad twinkling advent, thou dost dwell
-    Within our body as a tabernacle!
-    Thou bittest with thine ordinance
-    The jaws of Time, and thou dost mete
-    The unsustainable treading of his feet.
-    Thou to thy spousal universe
-    Art Husband, she thy Wife and Church;
-    Who in most dusk and vidual curch,
-    Her Lord being hence,
-    Keeps her cold sorrows by thy hearse.
-    The heavens renew their innocence
-    And morning state
-    But by thy sacrament communicate;
-    Their weeping night the symbol of our prayers,
-    Our darkened search,
-    And sinful vigil desolate.
-    Yea, biune in imploring dumb,
-    Essential Heavens and corporal Earth await;
-    The Spirit and the Bride say: Come!
-    Lo, of thy Magians I the least
-    Haste with my gold, my incenses and myrrhs,
-    To thy desired epiphany, from the spiced
-    Regions and odorous of Song's traded East.
-    Thou, for the life of all that live
-    The victim daily born and sacrificed;
-    To whom the pinion of this longing verse
-    Beats but with fire which first thyself did give,
-    To thee, O Sun--or is 't perchance, to Christ?
-
-    Ay, if men say that on all high heaven's face
-    The saintly signs I trace
-    Which round my stoled altars hold their solemn place,
-    Amen, amen! For oh, how could it be,--
-    When I with winged feet had run
-    Through all the windy earth about,
-    Quested its secret of the sun,
-    And heard what thing the stars together shout,--
-    I should not heed thereout
-    Consenting counsel won:--
-    "By this, O Singer, know we if thou see.
-    When men shall say to thee: Lo! Christ is here,
-    When men shall say to thee: Lo! Christ is there,
-    Believe them: yea, and this--then art thou seer,
-    When all thy crying clear
-    Is but: Lo here! lo there!--ah me, lo everywhere!"
-
- [C] The Earth.
-
-
- _From_ "FROM THE NIGHT OF FOREBEING"
-
- AN ODE AFTER EASTER
-
-    Cast wide the folding doorways of the East,
-    For now is light increased!
-    And the wind-besomed chambers of the air,
-    See they be garnished fair;
-    And look the ways exhale some precious odours,
-    And set ye all about wild-breathing spice,
-    Most fit for Paradise.
-    Now is no time for sober gravity,
-    Season enough has Nature to be wise;
-    But now distinct, with raiment glittering free,
-    Shake she the ringing rafters of the skies
-    With festal footing and bold joyance sweet,
-    And let the earth be drunken and carouse!
-    For lo, into her house
-    Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet,
-    And all things are made young with young desires;
-    And all for her is light increased
-    In yellow stars and yellow daffodils,
-    And East to West, and West to East,
-    Fling answering welcome-fires,
-    By dawn and day-fall, on the jocund hills.
-    And ye, winged minstrels of her fair meinie,
-    Being newly coated in glad livery,
-    Upon her steps attend,
-    And round her treading dance and without end
-    Reel your shrill lutany.
-    What popular breath her coming does out-tell
-    The garrulous leaves among!
-    What little noises stir and pass
-    From blade to blade along the voluble grass!
-    O Nature, never-done
-    Ungaped-at Pentecostal miracle,
-    We hear thee, each man in his proper tongue!
-    Break, elemental children, break ye loose
-    From the strict frosty rule
-    Of grey-beard Winter's school.
-    Vault, O young winds, vault in your tricksome courses
-    Upon the snowy steeds that reinless use
-    In coerule pampas of the heaven to run,
-    Foaled of the white sea-horses,
-    Washed in the lambent waters of the sun.
-    Let even the slug-abed snail upon the thorn
-    Put forth a conscious horn!
-    Mine elemental co-mates, joy each one;
-    And ah, my foster-brethren, seem not sad--
-    No, seem not sad,
-    That my strange heart and I should be so little glad.
-    Suffer me at your leafy feast
-    To sit apart, a somewhat alien guest,
-    And watch your mirth,
-    Unsharing in the liberal laugh of earth;
-    Yet with a sympathy,
-    Begot of wholly sad and half-sweet memory--
-    The little sweetness making grief complete;
-    Faint wind of wings from hours that distant beat,
-    When I, I too,
-    Was once, O wild companions, as are you,
-    Ran with such wilful feet.
-
-           *       *       *       *       *
-
-    Hark to the _Jubilate_ of the bird
-    For them that found the dying way to life!
-    And they have heard,
-    And quicken to the great precursive word;
-    Green spray showers lightly down the cascade of the larch;
-    The graves are riven,
-    And the Sun comes with power amid the clouds of heaven!
-    Before his way
-    Went forth the trumpet of the March;
-    Before his way, before his way
-    Dances the pennon of the May!
-    O earth, unchilded, widowed Earth, so long
-    Lifting in patient pine and ivy-tree
-    Mournful belief and steadfast prophecy,
-    Behold how all things are made true!
-    Behold your bridegroom cometh in to you,
-    Exceeding glad and strong.
-    Raise up your eyes, O raise your eyes abroad!
-    No more shall you sit sole and vidual,
-    Searching, in servile pall,
-    Upon the hieratic night the star-sealed sense of all:
-    Rejoice, O barren, and look forth abroad!
-    Your children gathered back to your embrace
-    See with a mother's face.
-    Look up, O mortals, and the portent heed;
-    In every deed,
-    Washed with new fire to their irradiant birth,
-    Reintegrated are the heavens and earth!
-    From sky to sod,
-    The world's unfolded blossom smells of God.
-
-    My little-worlded self! the shadows pass
-    In this thy sister-world, as in a glass,
-    Of all processions that revolve in thee:
-    Not only of cyclic Man
-    Thou here discern'st the plan,
-    Not only of cyclic Man, but of the cyclic Me.
-    Not solely of Mortality's great years
-    The reflex just appears,
-    But thine own bosom's year,--still circling round
-    In ample and in ampler gyre
-    Toward the far completion, wherewith crowned,
-    Love unconsumed shall chant in his own furnace-fire.
-    How many trampled and deciduous joys
-    Enrich thy soul for joys deciduous still,
-    Before the distance shall fulfil
-    Cyclic unrest with solemn equipoise!
-    Happiness is the shadow of things past,
-    Which fools still take for that which is to be!
-    And not all foolishly:
-    For all the past, read true, is prophecy,
-    And all the firsts are hauntings of some Last,
-    And all the springs are flash-lights of one Spring.
-    Then leaf, and flower, and fall-less fruit
-    Shall hang together on the unyellowing bough;
-    And silence shall be Music mute
-    For her surcharged heart. Hush thou!
-    These things are far too sure that thou should'st dream
-    Thereof, lest they appear as things that seem.
-    Nature, enough! within thy glass
-    Too many and too stern the shadows pass.
-    In this delighted season, flaming
-    For thy resurrection-feast,
-    Ah, more I think the long ensepulture cold,
-    Than stony winter rolled
-    From the unsealed mouth of the holy East;
-    The snowdrop's saintly stoles less heed
-    Than the snow-cloistered penance of the seed.
-    'Tis the weak flesh reclaiming
-    Against the ordinance
-    Which yet for just the accepting spirit scans.
-    Earth waits, and patient heaven,
-    Self-bonded God doth wait
-    Thrice-promulgated bans
-    Of his fair nuptial-date.
-    And power is man's,
-    With that great word of "wait,"
-    To still the sea of tears,
-    And shake the iron heart of Fate.
-    In that one word is strong
-    An else, alas, much-mortal song;
-    With sight to pass the frontier of all spheres,
-    And voice which does my sight such wrong.
-
-    Not without fortitude I wait
-    The dark majestical ensuit
-    Of destiny, nor peevish rate
-    Calm-knowledged Fate.
-
-              I do hear
-    From the revolving year
-    A voice which cries:
-    "All dies;
-    Lo, how all dies! O seer,
-    And all things too arise:
-    All dies, and all is born;
-    But each resurgent morn, behold, more near the Perfect Morn."
-
-    Firm is the man, and set beyond the cast
-    Of Fortune's game, and the iniquitous hour,
-    Whose falcon soul sits fast,
-    And not intends her high sagacious tour
-    Or ere the quarry sighted; who looks past
-    To slow much sweet from little instant sour,
-    And in the first does always see the last.
-
-
- A COUNSEL OF MODERATION
-
-    On him the unpetitioned heavens descend,
-    Who heaven on earth proposes not for end;
-    The perilous and celestial excess
-    Taking with peace, lacking with thankfulness.
-    Bliss in extreme befits thee not, until
-    Thou'rt not extreme in bliss; be equal still:
-    Sweets to be granted think thyself unmeet
-    Till thou have learned to hold sweet not too sweet.
-
-    This thing not far is he from wise in art
-    Who teacheth; nor who doth, from wise in heart.
-
-
- _From_ "ASSUMPTA MARIA"
-
- _"Thou needst not make new songs, but say the old."_--COWLEY.
-
-    "_Mortals, that behold a Woman,
-        Rising 'twixt the Moon and Sun;
-    Who am I the heavens assume? an
-        All am I, and I am one._
-
-    "Multitudinous ascend I,
-      Dreadful as a battle arrayed,
-    For I bear you whither tend I;
-      Ye are I: be undismayed!
-    I, the Ark that for the graven
-      Tables of the Law was made;
-    Man's own heart was one, one Heaven,
-      Both within my womb were laid.
-        For there Anteros with Eros
-          Heaven with man conjoined was,--
-        Twin-stone of the Law, _Ischyros,
-          Agios Athanatos_.
-
-    "I, the flesh-girt Paradises
-      Gardenered by the Adam new,
-    Daintied o'er with sweet devices
-      Which He loveth, for He grew.
-    I, the boundless strict savannah
-      Which God's leaping feet go through;
-    I, the heaven whence the Manna,
-      Weary Israel, slid on you!
-        He the Anteros and Eros,
-          I the body, He the Cross;
-        He upbeareth me, _Ischyros,
-          Agios Athanatos_!
-
-    "I am Daniel's mystic Mountain,
-      Whence the mighty stone was rolled;
-    I am the four Rivers' fountain,
-      Watering Paradise of old;
-    Cloud down-raining the Just One am,
-      Danae of the Shower of Gold;
-    I the Hostel of the Sun am;
-      He the Lamb, and I the Fold.
-        He the Anteros and Eros,
-          I the body, He the Cross;
-        He is fast to me, _Ischyros,
-          Agios Athanatos_!
-
-    "I, the presence-hall where Angels
-      Do enwheel their placed King--
-    Even my thoughts which, without change else,
-      Cyclic burn and cyclic sing.
-    To the hollow of Heaven transplanted,
-      I a breathing Eden spring,
-    Where with venom all outpanted
-      Lies the slimed Curse shrivelling.
-        For the brazen Serpent clear on
-          That old fanged knowledge shone;
-        I to Wisdom rise, _Ischyron,
-          Agion Athanaton_!
-
-           *       *       *       *       *
-
-    "Then commanded and spake to me
-      He who framed all things that be;
-    And my Maker entered through me,
-      In my tent His rest took He.
-    Lo! He standeth, Spouse and Brother,
-      I to Him, and He to me,
-    Who upraised me where my mother
-      Fell, beneath the apple-tree.
-        Risen 'twixt Anteros and Eros,
-          Blood and Water, Moon and Sun,
-        He upbears me, He _Ischyros_,
-          I bear Him, the _Athanaton_!"
-
-    Where is laid the Lord arisen?
-      In the light we walk in gloom.
-    Though the sun has burst his prison,
-      We know not his biding-room.
-    Tell us where the Lord sojourneth,
-      For we find an empty tomb.
-    "Whence He sprung, there He returneth,
-      Mystic Sun,--the Virgin's Womb."
-        Hidden Sun, His beams so near us,
-          Cloud enpillared as He was
-        From of old, there He, _Ischyros_,
-          Waits our search, _Athanatos_!
-
-    Camp of Angels! Well we even
-      Of this thing may doubtful be,--
-    If thou art assumed to Heaven,
-      Or is Heaven assumed to thee!
-        _Consummatum._ Christ the promised,
-          Thy maiden realm is won, O Strong!
-        Since to such sweet Kingdom comest,
-          Remember me, poor Thief of Song!
-
-    Cadent fails the stars along:--
-      "_Mortals, that behold a woman
-        Rising 'twixt the Moon and Sun;
-      Who am I the heavens assume? an
-        All am I, and I am one._"
-
-
- _From_ "AN ANTHEM OF EARTH"
-
-    In nescientness, in nescientness,
-    Mother, we put these fleshly lendings on
-    Thou yield'st to thy poor children; took thy gift
-    Of life, which must, in all the after days
-    Be craved again with tears,--
-    With fresh and still petitionary tears.
-    Being once bound thine almsmen for that gift,
-    We are bound to beggary; nor our own can call
-    The journal dole of customary life,
-    But after suit obsequious for 't to thee.
-    Indeed this flesh, O Mother,
-    A beggar's gown, a client's badging,
-    We find, which from thy hands we simply took,
-    Naught dreaming of the after penury,
-    In nescientness.
-    In a little thought, in a little thought,
-    We stand and eye thee in a grave dismay,
-    With sad and doubtful questioning, when first
-    Thou speak'st to us as men: like sons who hear
-    Newly their mother's history, unthought
-    Before, and say--"She is not as we dreamed:
-    Ah me! we are beguiled!" What art thou, then,
-    That art not our conceiving? Art thou not
-    Too old for thy young children? Or perchance,
-    Keep'st thou a youth perpetual-burnishable
-    Beyond thy sons decrepit? It is long
-    Since Time was first a fledgling;
-    Yet thou may'st be but as a pendant bulla
-    Against his stripling bosom swung. Alack!
-    For that we seem indeed
-    To have slipped the world's great leaping-time, and come
-    Upon thy pinched and dozing days: these weeds,
-    These corporal leavings, thou not cast'st us new,
-    Fresh from thy craftship, like the lilies' coats,
-    But foist'st us off
-    With hasty tarnished piecings negligent,
-    Snippets and waste
-    From old ancestral wearings,
-    That have seen sorrier usage; remainder-flesh
-    After our father's surfeits; nay with chinks,
-    Some of us, that if speech may have free leave
-    Our souls go out at elbows. We are sad
-    With more than our sires' heaviness, and with
-    More than their weakness weak; we shall not be
-    Mighty with all their mightiness, nor shall not
-    Rejoice with all their joy. Ay, Mother! Mother!
-    What is this Man, thy darling kissed and cuffed,
-    Thou lustingly engender'st,
-    To sweat, and make his brag, and rot,
-    Crowned with all honour and all shamefulness?
-    From nightly towers
-    He dogs the secret footsteps of the heavens,
-    Sifts in his hands the stars, weighs them as gold-dust,
-    And yet is he successive unto nothing
-    But patrimony of a little mould,
-    And entail of four planks. Thou hast made his mouth
-    Avid of all dominion and all mightiness,
-    All sorrow, all delight, all topless grandeurs,
-    All beauty, and all starry majesties,
-    And dim transtellar things;--even that it may,
-    Filled in the ending with a puff of dust,
-    Confess--"It is enough." The world left empty
-    What that poor mouthful crams. His heart is builded
-    For pride, for potency, infinity,
-    All heights, all deeps, and all immensities,
-    Arrased with purple like the house of kings,
-    To stall the grey-rat, and the carrion-worm
-    Statelily lodge. Mother of mysteries!
-    Sayer of dark sayings in a thousand tongues,
-    Who bringest forth no saying yet so dark
-    As we ourselves, thy darkest! We the young,
-    In a little thought, in a little thought,
-    At last confront thee, and ourselves in thee,
-    And wake disgarmented of glory: as one
-    On a mount standing, and against him stands,
-    On the mount adverse, crowned with westering rays,
-    The golden sun, and they two brotherly
-    Gaze each on each;
-    He faring down
-    To the dull vale, his Godhead peels from him
-    Till he can scarcely spurn the pebble--
-    For nothingness of new-found mortality--
-    That mutinies against his galled foot.
-    Littly he sets him to the daily way,
-    With all around the valleys growing grave,
-    And known things changed and strange; but he holds on,
-    Though all the land of light be widowed,
-    In a little thought.
-
-    In a little dust, in a little dust,
-    Earth, thou reclaim'st us, who do all our lives
-    Find of thee but Egyptian villeinage.
-    Thou dost this body, this enhavocked realm,
-    Subject to ancient and ancestral shadows;
-    Descended passions sway it; it is distraught
-    With ghostly usurpation, dinned and fretted
-    With the still-tyrannous dead; a haunted tenement,
-    Peopled from barrows and outworn ossuaries.
-    Thou giv'st us life not half so willingly
-    As thou undost thy giving; thou that teem'st
-    The stealthy terror of the sinuous pard,
-    The lion maned with curled puissance,
-    The serpent, and all fair strong beasts of ravin,
-    Thyself most fair and potent beast of ravin;
-    And thy great eaters thou, the greatest, eat'st.
-    Thou hast devoured mammoth and mastodon,
-    And many a floating bank of fangs,
-    The scaly scourges of thy primal brine,
-    And the tower-crested plesiosaure.
-    Thou fill'st thy mouth with nations, gorgest slow
-    On purple aeons of kings; man's hulking towers
-    Are carcase for thee, and to modern sun
-    Disglutt'st their splintered bones.
-    Rabble of Pharaohs and Arsacidae
-    Keep their cold house within thee; thou hast sucked down
-    How many Ninevehs and Hecatompyloi
-    And perished cities whose great phantasmata
-    O'erbrow the silent citizens of Dis:--
-    Hast not thy fill?
-    Tarry awhile, lean Earth, for thou shalt drink
-    Even till thy dull throat sicken,
-    The draught thou grow'st most fat on; hear'st thou not
-    The world's knives bickering in their sheaths? O patience!
-    Much offal of a foul world comes thy way,
-    And man's superfluous cloud shall soon be laid
-    In a little blood.
-
-    In a little peace, in a little peace,
-    Thou dost rebate thy rigid purposes
-    Of imposed being, and relenting, mend'st
-    Too much, with nought. The westering Phoebus' horse
-    Paws i' the lucent dust as when he shocked
-    The East with rising; O how may I trace
-    In this decline that morning when we did
-    Sport 'twixt the claws of newly-whelped existence,
-    Which had not yet learned rending? we did then
-    Divinely stand, not knowing yet against us
-    Sentence had passed of life, nor commutation
-    Petitioning into death. What's he that of
-    The Free State argues? Tellus! bid him stoop,
-    Even where the low _hic jacet_ answers him;
-    Thus low, O Man! there's freedom's seignory,
-    Tellus' most reverend sole free commonweal,
-    And model deeply-policied: there none
-    Stands on precedence, nor ambitiously
-    Woos the impartial worm, whose favours kiss
-    With liberal largesse all; there each is free
-    To be e'en what he must, which here did strive
-    So much to be he could not; there all do
-    Their uses just, with no flown questioning.
-    To be took by the hand of equal earth
-    They doff her livery, slip to the worm,
-    Which lacqueys them, their suits of maintenance,
-    And that soiled workaday apparel cast,
-    Put on condition: Death's ungentle buffet
-    Alone makes ceremonial manumission;
-    So are the heavenly statutes set, and those
-    Uranian tables of the primal Law.
-    In a little peace, in a little peace,
-    Like fierce beasts that a common thirst makes brothers,
-    We draw together to one hid dark lake;
-    In a little peace, in a little peace,
-    We drain with all our burthens of dishonour
-    Into the cleansing sands o' the thirsty grave.
-    The fiery pomps, brave exhalations,
-    And all the glistering shows o' the seeming world,
-    Which the sight aches at, we unwinking see
-    Through the smoked glass of Death; Death, wherewith's fined
-    The muddy wine of life; that earth doth purge
-    Of her plethora of man; Death, that doth flush
-    The cumbered gutters of humanity;
-    Nothing, of nothing king, with front uncrowned,
-    Whose hand holds crownets; playmate swart o' the strong;
-    Tenebrous moon that flux and refluence draws
-    Of the high-tided man; skull-housed asp
-    That stings the heel of kings; true Fount of Youth,
-    Where he that dips is deathless; being's drone-pipe;
-    Whose nostril turns to blight the shrivelled stars,
-    And thicks the lusty breathing of the sun;
-    Pontifical Death, that doth the crevasse bridge
-    To the steep and trifid God; one mortal birth
-    That broker is of immortality.
-    Under this dreadful brother uterine,
-    This kinsman feared, Tellus, behold me come,
-    Thy son stern-nursed; who mortal-motherlike,
-    To turn thy weanlings' mouth averse, embitter'st
-    Thine over-childed breast. Now, mortal-sonlike,
-    I thou hast suckled, Mother, I at last
-    Shall sustenant be to thee. Here I untrammel,
-    Here I pluck loose the body's cerementing,
-    And break the tomb of life; here I shake off
-    The bur o' the world, man's congregation shun,
-    And to the antique order of the dead
-    I take the tongueless vows: my cell is set
-    Here in thy bosom; my little trouble is ended
-    In a little peace.
-
-
- CONTEMPLATION
-
-    This morning saw I, fled the shower,
-    The earth reclining in a lull of power:
-    The heavens, pursuing not their path,
-    Lay stretched out naked after bath,
-    Or so it seemed; field, water, tree, were still,
-    Nor was there any purpose on the calm-browed hill.
-
-    The hill, which sometimes visibly is
-    Wrought with unresting energies,
-    Looked idly; from the musing wood,
-    And every rock, a life renewed
-    Exhaled like an unconscious thought
-    When poets, dreaming unperplexed,
-    Dream that they dream of nought.
-    Nature one hour appears a thing unsexed,
-    Or to such serene balance brought
-    That her twin natures cease their sweet alarms,
-    And sleep in one another's arms.
-    The sun with resting pulses seems to brood,
-    And slacken its command upon my unurged blood.
-
-    The river has not any care
-    Its passionless water to the sea to bear;
-    The leaves have brown content;
-    The wall to me has freshness like a scent,
-    And takes half animate the air,
-    Making one life with its green moss and stain;
-    And life with all things seems too perfect blent
-    For anything of life to be aware.
-    The very shades on hill, and tree, and plain,
-    Where they have fallen doze, and where they doze remain.
-    No hill can idler be than I;
-    No stone its inter-particled vibration
-    Investeth with a stiller lie;
-    No heaven with a more urgent rest betrays
-    The eyes that on it gaze.
-    We are too near akin that thou shouldst cheat
-    Me, Nature, with thy fair deceit.
-    In poets floating like a water-flower
-    Upon the bosom of the glassy hour,
-    In skies that no man sees to move,
-    Lurk untumultuous vortices of power,
-    For joy too native, and for agitation
-    Too instant, too entire for sense thereof,
-    Motion like gnats when autumn suns are low,--
-    Perpetual as the prisoned feet of love
-    On the heart's floors with pained pace that go.
-    From stones and poets you may know,
-    Nothing so active is, as that which least seems so.
-
-    For he, that conduit running wine of song,
-    Then to himself does most belong,
-    When he his mortal house unbars
-    To the importunate and thronging feet
-    That round our corporal walls unheeded beat;
-    Till, all containing, he exalt
-    His stature to the stars, or stars
-    Narrow their heaven to his fleshly vault:
-    When, like a city under ocean,
-    To human things he grows a desolation,
-    And is made a habitation
-    For the fluctuous universe
-    To lave with unimpeded motion.
-    He scarcely frets the atmosphere
-    With breathing, and his body shares
-    The immobility of rocks;
-    His heart's a drop-well of tranquillity;
-    His mind more still is than the limbs of fear,
-    And yet its unperturbed velocity
-    The spirit of the simoon mocks.
-    He round the solemn centre of his soul
-    Wheels like a dervish, while his being is
-    Streamed with the set of the world's harmonies,
-    In the long draft of whatsoever sphere
-    He lists the sweet and clear
-    Clangour of his high orbit on to roll,
-    So gracious is his heavenly grace;
-    And the bold stars does hear,
-    Every one in his airy soar,
-    For evermore
-    Shout to each other from the peaks of space,
-    As thwart ravines of azure shouts the mountaineer.
-
-
- CORRELATED GREATNESS
-
-    O nothing, in this corporal earth of man,
-    That to the imminent heaven of his high soul
-    Responds with colour and with shadow, can
-    Lack correlated greatness. If the scroll
-    Where thoughts lie fast in spell of hieroglyph
-    Be mighty through its mighty habitants;
-    If God be in His Name; grave potence if
-    The sounds unbind of hieratic chants;
-    All's vast that vastness means. Nay, I affirm
-    Nature is whole in her least things exprest,
-    Nor know we with what scope God builds the worm.
-    Our towns are copied fragments from our breast;
-      And all man's Babylons strive but to impart
-      The grandeurs of his Babylonian heart.
-
-
- JULY FUGITIVE
-
-    Can you tell me where has hid her,
-        Pretty Maid July?
-    I would swear one day ago
-        She passed by,
-    I would swear that I do know
-    The blue bliss of her eye:
-    "Tarry, maid, maid," I bid her;
-        But she hastened by.
-    Do you know where she has hid her,
-        Maid July?
-
-    Yet in truth it needs must be
-        The flight of her is old;
-    Yet in truth it needs must be,
-        For her nest, the earth, is cold.
-    No more in the pooled Even
-        Wade her rosy feet,
-    Dawn-flakes no more plash from them
-        To poppies 'mid the wheat.
-
-    She has muddied the day's oozes
-        With her petulant feet;
-    Scared the clouds that floated
-        As sea-birds they were,
-    Slow on the coerule
-        Lulls of the air,
-    Lulled on the luminous
-        Levels of air:
-    She has chidden in a pet
-        All her stars from her;
-    Now they wander loose and sigh
-        Through the turbid blue,
-    Now they wander, weep, and cry--
-        Yea, and I too--
-    "Where are you, sweet July,
-        Where are you?"
-
-    Who hath beheld her footprints,
-        Or the pathway she goes?
-    Tell me, wind, tell me, wheat,
-        Which of you knows?
-    Sleeps she swathed in the flushed Arctic
-        Night of the rose?
-    Or lie her limbs like Alp-glow
-        On the lily's snows?
-    Gales, that are all-visitant,
-        Find the runaway;
-    And for him who findeth her
-        (I do charge you say)
-    I will throw largesse of broom
-        Of this summer's mintage,
-    I will broach a honey-bag
-        Of the bee's best vintage.
-    Breezes, wheat, flowers sweet,
-        None of them knows!
-    How then shall we lure her back
-        From the way she goes?
-    For it were a shameful thing,
-        Saw we not this comer
-    Ere Autumn camp upon the fields
-        Red with rout of Summer.
-
-    When the bird quits the cage,
-        We set the cage outside,
-    With seed and with water,
-        And the door wide,
-    Haply we may win it so
-        Back to abide.
-    Hang her cage of earth out
-        O'er Heaven's sunward wall,
-    Its four gates open, winds in watch
-        By reined cars at all;
-    Relume in hanging hedgerows
-        The rain-quenched blossom,
-    And roses sob their tears out
-        On the gale's warm heaving bosom;
-    Shake the lilies till their scent
-        Over-drip their rims,
-    That our runaway may see
-        We do know her whims:
-    Sleek the tumbled waters out
-        For her travelled limbs;
-    Strew and smooth blue night thereon,
-        There will--O not doubt her!--
-    The lovely sleepy lady lie,
-        With all her stars about her!
-
-
- ANY SAINT
-
-    His shoulder did I hold
-    Too high that I, o'erbold
-            Weak one,
-        Should lean thereon.
-
-    But He a little hath
-    Declined His stately path
-            And my
-        Feet set more high;
-
-    That the slack arm may reach
-    His shoulder, and faint speech
-            Stir
-        His unwithering hair.
-
-    And bolder now and bolder
-    I lean upon that shoulder,
-            So dear
-        He is and near.
-
-    And with His aureole
-    The tresses of my soul
-            Are blent
-        In wished content.
-
-    Yea, this too gentle Lover
-    Hath flattering words to move her
-            To pride
-        By His sweet side.
-
-    Ah, Love! somewhat let be!
-    Lest my humility
-            Grow weak
-        When Thou dost speak!
-
-    Rebate Thy tender suit,
-    Lest to herself impute
-            Some worth
-        Thy bride of earth!
-
-    A maid too easily
-    Conceits herself to be
-            Those things
-        Her lover sings;
-
-    And being straitly wooed,
-    Believes herself the Good
-            And Fair
-        He seeks in her.
-
-    Turn something of Thy look,
-    And fear me with rebuke,
-            That I
-        May timorously
-
-    Take tremors in Thy arms,
-    And with contrived charms
-            Allure
-        A love unsure.
-
-    Not to me, not to me,
-    Builded so flawfully,
-            O God,
-        Thy humbling laud!
-
-    Not to this man, but Man,--
-    Universe in a span;
-            Point
-        Of the spheres conjoint;
-
-    In whom eternally
-    Thou, Light, dost focus Thee!--
-            Didst pave
-        The way o' the wave,
-
-    Rivet with stars the Heaven,
-    For causeways to Thy driven
-            Car
-        In its coming far
-
-    Unto him, only him;
-    In Thy deific whim
-            Didst bound
-        Thy works' great round
-
-    In this small ring of flesh;
-    The sky's gold-knotted mesh
-            Thy wrist
-        Did only twist
-
-    To take him in that net.--
-    Man! swinging-wicket set
-            Between
-        The Unseen and Seen,
-
-    Lo, God's two worlds immense,
-    Of spirit and of sense,
-            Wed
-        In this narrow bed;
-
-    Yea, and the midge's hymn
-    Answers the seraphim
-            Athwart
-        Thy body's court!
-
-    Great arm-fellow of God!
-    To the ancestral clod
-            Kin,
-        And to cherubin;
-
-    Bread predilectedly
-    O' the worm and Deity!
-            Hark,
-        O God's clay-sealed Ark,
-
-    To praise that fits thee, clear
-    To the ear within the ear,
-            But dense
-        To clay-sealed sense.
-
-    Thee God's great utterance bore,
-    O secret metaphor
-            Of what
-        Thou dream'st no jot!
-
-    Cosmic metonymy;
-    Weak world-unshuttering key;
-            One
-        Seal of Solomon!
-
-    Trope that itself not scans
-    Its huge significance,
-            Which tries
-        Cherubic eyes.
-
-    Primer where the angels all
-    God's grammar spell in small,
-            Nor spell
-        The highest too well.
-
-    Point for the great descants
-    Of starry disputants;
-            Equation
-        Of creation.
-
-    Thou meaning, couldst thou see,
-    Of all which dafteth thee;
-            So plain,
-        It mocks thy pain;
-
-    Stone of the Law indeed,
-    Thine own self couldst thou read,
-            Thy bliss
-        Within thee is.
-
-    Compost of Heaven and mire,
-    Slow foot and swift desire!
-            Lo,
-        To have Yes, choose No;
-
-    Gird, and thou shalt unbind;
-    Seek not, and thou shalt find;
-            To eat,
-        Deny thy meat;
-
-    And thou shalt be fulfilled
-    With all sweet things unwilled:
-            So best
-        God loves to jest
-
-    With children small--a freak
-    Of heavenly hide-and-seek
-            Fit
-        For thy wayward wit,
-
-    Who art thyself a thing
-    Of whim and wavering;
-            Free
-        When His wings pen thee;
-
-    Sole fully blest, to feel
-    God whistle thee at heel;
-            Drunk up
-        As a dew-drop,
-
-    When He bends down, sun-wise,
-    Intemperable eyes;
-            Most proud,
-        When utterly bowed,
-
-    To feel thyself and be
-    His dear nonentity--
-            Caught
-        Beyond human thought
-
-    In the thunder-spout of Him,
-    Until thy being dim
-            And be
-        Dead deathlessly.
-
-    Stoop, stoop; for thou dost fear
-    The nettle's wrathful spear,
-            So slight
-        Art thou of might!
-
-    Rise; for Heaven hath no frown
-    When thou to thee pluck'st down,
-            Strong clod!
-        The neck of God.
-
-
- _From_ "THE VICTORIAN ODE"
-
- _Written for the Queen's Golden Jubilee Day_, 1897
-
-    Lo, in this day we keep the yesterdays,
-    And those great dead of the Victorian line.[D]
-    They passed, they passed, but cannot pass away,
-    For England feels them in her blood like wine.
-    She was their mother, and she is their daughter,
-    This lady of the water,
-    And from their loins she draws the greatness which they were.
-    And still their wisdom sways,
-    Their power lives in her.
-    Their thews it is, England, that lift thy sword,
-    They are the splendour, England, in thy song,
-    They sit unbidden at thy council-board,
-    Their fame doth compass all thy coasts from wrong,
-    And in thy sinews they are strong.
-    Their absence is a presence and a guest
-    In this day's feast;
-    This living feast is also of the dead,
-    And this, O England, is thine All Souls' Day.
-    And when thy cities flake the night with flames,
-    Thy proudest torches yet shall be their names.
-
-    Come hither, proud and ancient East,
-    Gather ye to this Lady of the North,
-    And sit down with her at her solemn feast,
-    Upon this culminant day of all her days;
-    For ye have heard the thunder of her goings-forth,
-    And wonder of her large imperial ways.
-    Let India send her turbans, and Japan
-    Her pictured vests from that remotest isle
-    Seated in the antechambers of the Sun:
-    And let her Western sisters for a while
-    Remit long envy and disunion,
-    And take in peace
-    Her hand behind the buckler of her seas,
-    'Gainst which their wrath has splintered; come, for she
-    Her hand ungauntlets in mild amity.
-
-    Victoria! Queen, whose name is victory,
-    Whose woman's nature sorteth best with peace,
-    Bid thou the cloud of war to cease
-    Which ever round thy wide-girt empery
-    Fumes, like to smoke about a burning brand,
-    Telling the energies which keep within
-    The light unquenched, as England's light shall be;
-    And let this day hear only peaceful din.
-    For, queenly woman, thou art more than woman;
-    Thy name the often-struck barbarian shuns:
-    Thou art the fear of England to her foemen,
-    The love of England to her sons.
-    And this thy glorious day is England's; who
-    Can separate the two?
-    Now unto thee
-    The plenitude of the glories thou didst sow
-    Is garnered up in prosperous memory;
-    And, for the perfect evening of thy day,
-    An untumultuous bliss, serenely gay,
-    Sweetened with silence of the after-glow.
-
-    Nor does the joyous shout
-    Which all our lips give out
-    Jar on that quietude; more than may do
-    A radiant childish crew,
-    With well-accordant discord fretting the soft hour,
-    Whose hair is yellowed by the sinking blaze
-    Over a low-mouthed sea. Exult, yet be not twirled,
-    England, by gusts of mere
-    Blind and insensate lightness; neither fear
-    The vastness of thy shadow on the world.
-    If in the East
-    Still strains against its leash the unglutted beast
-    Of war; if yet the cannon's lip be warm;
-    Thou, whom these portents warn but not alarm,
-    Feastest, but with thine hand upon the sword,
-    As fits a warrior race.
-    Not like the Saxon fools of olden days,
-    With the mead dripping from the hairy mouth,
-    While all the South
-    Filled with the shaven faces of the Norman horde.
-
- [D] Who had passed before him in ghostly procession--the "holy poets,"
- the soldiers, sailors, and men of science.
-
-
- ST MONICA
-
-    At the Cross thy station keeping
-    With the mournful mother weeping,
-    Thou, unto the sinless Son,
-    Weepest for thy sinful one.
-    Blood and water from His side
-    Gush; in thee the streams divide:
-    From thine eyes the one doth start,
-    But the other from thy heart.
-
-    Mary, for thy sinner, see,
-    To her Sinless mourns with thee:
-    Could that Son the son not heed,
-    For whom two such mothers plead?
-    So thy child had baptism twice,
-    And the whitest from thine eyes.
-
-    The floods lift up, lift up their voice,
-    With a many-watered noise!
-    Down the centuries fall those sweet
-    Sobbing waters to our feet,
-    And our laden air still keeps
-    Murmur of a Saint that weeps.
-
-    Teach us but, to grace our prayers,
-    Such divinity of tears,--
-    Earth should be lustrate again
-    With contrition of that rain:
-    Till celestial floods o'er rise
-    The high tops of Paradise.
-
-
- TO THE SINKING SUN
-
-    How graciously thou wear'st the yoke
-      Of use that does not fail!
-    The grasses, like an anchored smoke,
-      Ride in the bending gale;
-    This knoll is snowed with blosmy manna,
-      And fire-dropt as a seraph's mail.
-
-    Here every eve thou stretchest out
-      Untarnishable wing,
-    And marvellously bring'st about
-      Newly an olden thing;
-    Nor ever through like-ordered heaven
-      Moves largely thy grave progressing.
-
-    Here every eve thou goest down
-      Behind the self-same hill,
-    Nor ever twice alike go'st down
-      Behind the self-same hill;
-    Nor like-ways is one flame-sopped flower
-      Possessed with glory past its will.
-
-    Not twice alike! I am not blind,
-      My sight is live to see;
-    And yet I do complain of thy
-      Weary variety.
-    O Sun! I ask thee less or more,
-      Change not at all, or utterly!
-
-    O give me unprevisioned new,
-      Or give to change reprieve!
-    For new in me is olden too,
-      That I for sameness grieve.
-    O flowers! O grasses! be but once
-      The grass and flower of yester-eve!
-
-    Wonder and sadness are the lot
-      Of change: thou yield'st mine eyes
-    Grief of vicissitude, but not
-      Its penetrant surprise.
-    Immutability mutable
-      Burthens my spirit and the skies.
-
-    O altered joy, all joyed of yore,
-      Plodding in unconned ways!
-    O grief grieved out, and yet once more
-      A dull, new, staled amaze!
-    I dream, and all was dreamed before,
-      Or dream I so? the dreamer says.
-
-
- DREAM-TRYST
-
-    The breaths of kissing night and day
-      Were mingled in the eastern Heaven:
-    Throbbing with unheard melody
-      Shook Lyra all its star-chord seven:
-        When dusk shrunk cold, and light trod shy,
-          And dawn's grey eyes were troubled grey;
-        And souls went palely up the sky,
-          And mine to Lucide.
-
-    There was no change in her sweet eyes
-      Since last I saw those sweet eyes shine;
-    There was no change in her deep heart
-      Since last that deep heart knocked at mine.
-        Her eyes were clear, her eyes were Hope's,
-          Wherein did ever come and go
-        The sparkle of the fountain drops
-          From her sweet soul below.
-
-    The chambers in the house of dreams
-      Are fed with so divine an air,
-    That Time's hoar wings grow young therein,
-      And they who walk there are most fair.
-        I joyed for me, I joyed for her,
-          Who with the Past meet girt about:
-        Where our last kiss still warms the air,
-          Nor can her eyes go out.
-
-
- BUONA NOTTE
-
-     Jane Williams, in her last letter to Shelley, wrote:
-
-     "Why do you talk of never enjoying moments like the past?
-     Are you going to join your friend Plato, or do you expect I
-     shall do so soon? Buona Notte." That letter was dated July
-     6th; Shelley was drowned on the 8th; and this is his
-     imagined reply to it from another world:--
-
-    Ariel to Miranda:--hear
-    This good-night the sea-winds bear;
-    And let thine unacquainted ear
-    Take grief for their interpreter.
-
-    Good-night; I have risen so high
-    Into slumber's rarity,
-    Not a dream can beat its feather
-    Through the unsustaining ether.
-    Let the sea-winds make avouch
-    How thunder summoned me to couch,
-    Tempest curtained me about
-    And turned the sun with his own hand out:
-    And though I toss upon my bed
-    My dream is not disquieted;
-    Nay, deep I sleep upon the deep,
-    And my eyes are wet, but I do not weep;
-    And I fell to sleep so suddenly
-    That my lips are moist yet--could'st thou see--
-    With the good-night draught I have drunk to thee.
-    Thou can'st not wipe them; for it was Death
-    Damped my lips that has dried my breath.
-    A little while--it is not long--
-    The salt shall dry on them like the song.
-
-    Now know'st thou, that voice desolate,
-    Mourning ruined joy's estate,
-    Reached thee through a closing gate.
-    "Go'st thou to Plato?" Ah, girl, no!
-    It is to Pluto that I go.
-
-
- ARAB LOVE SONG
-
-    The hunched camels of the night[E]
-    Trouble the bright
-    And silver waters of the moon.
-    The Maiden of the Morn will soon
-    Through Heaven stray and sing,
-    Star gathering.
-    Now while the dark about our loves is strewn,
-    Light of my dark, blood of my heart, O come!
-    And night will catch her breath up, and be dumb.
-
-    Leave thy father, leave thy mother
-    And thy brother;
-    Leave the black tents of thy tribe apart!
-    Am I not thy father and thy brother,
-    And thy mother?
-    And thou--what needest with thy tribe's black tents
-    Who hast the red pavilion of my heart?
-
- [E] Cloud-shapes often observed by travellers in the East.
-
-
- THE KINGDOM OF GOD
-
- "IN NO STRANGE LAND"
-
-    O World Invisible, we view thee,
-    O World intangible, we touch thee,
-    O World unknowable, we know thee,
-    Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!
-
-    Does the fish soar to find the ocean,
-    The eagle plunge to find the air--
-    That we ask of the stars in motion
-    If they have rumour of thee there?
-
-    Not where the wheeling systems darken,
-    And our benumbed conceiving soars!--
-    The drift of pinions, would we hearken,
-    Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors.
-
-    The angels keep their ancient places;--
-    Turn but a stone, and start a wing!
-    'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces,
-    That miss the many-splendoured thing.
-
-    But (when so sad thou canst not sadder)
-    Cry;--and upon thy so sore loss
-    Shall shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder
-    Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross.
-
-    Yea, in the night, my Soul, my daughter,
-    Cry,--clinging Heaven by the hems;
-    And lo, Christ walking on the water,
-    Not of Genesareth, but Thames![F]
-
- [F] This Poem (found among his papers when he died) Francis Thompson
- might yet have worked upon to remove, here a defective rhyme, there an
- unexpected elision. But no altered mind would he have brought to its
- main purport; and the prevision of "Heaven in Earth and God in Man,"
- pervading his earlier published verse, we find here accented by
- poignantly local and personal allusions. For in these triumphing
- stanzas, he held in retrospect those days and nights of human
- dereliction he spent beside London's River, and in the shadow--but all
- radiance to him--of Charing Cross.
-
-
- ENVOY
-
-    Go, songs, for ended is our brief, sweet play;
-      Go, children of swift joy and tardy sorrow:
-    And some are sung, and that was yesterday,
-      And some unsung, and that may be to-morrow.
-
-    Go forth; and if it be o'er stony way,
-      Old joy can lend what newer grief must borrow:
-    And it was sweet, and that was yesterday,
-      And sweet is sweet, though purchased with sorrow.
-
-    Go, songs, and come not back from your far way;
-      And if men ask you why ye smile and sorrow,
-    Tell them ye grieve, for your hearts know To-day,
-      Tell them ye smile, for your eyes know To-morrow.
-
- [Illustration]
-
-
-
-
- _Appreciations of Francis Thompson_
-
-
-     _"Such pronouncements proved at least that a poet, who had
-     no friend save such as his published poems gained for him,
-     could count on an immediate recognition for high merit. For
-     these tributes, and many more of like welcoming, placed him
-     instantly out of range of the common casualties of
-     criticism."--From the_ "NOTE ON FRANCIS THOMPSON" (p. xii).
-     _As the writer of the "Note" has not attempted a critical
-     estimate of the poetry, some of these Appreciations, forming
-     a part of the poet's life-history and even of the literary
-     history of his time, are here reproduced._
-
-Mr Francis Thompson is a writer whom it is impossible that any
-qualified judge should deny to be a "new poet." And while most poets of
-his quality have usually to wait a quarter of a century or more for
-adequate recognition, this poet is pretty sure of a wide and immediate
-acknowledgement.... We find that in these poems profound thought,
-far-fetched splendour of imagery, and nimble-witted discernment of
-those analogies which are the roots of the poet's language, abound ...
-qualities which ought to place him in the permanent ranks of fame, with
-COWLEY and with CRASHAW.... _The Hound of Heaven_ has so great and
-passionate and such a metre-creating motive, that we are carried over
-all obstructions of the rhythmical current, and are compelled to
-pronounce it, at the end, one of the very few "great" odes of which the
-language can boast. In a lesser degree this metre-making passion
-prevails in the seven remarkable pieces called _Love in Dian's Lap_,
-poems of which LAURA might have been proud, and LUCRETIA not ashamed,
-to have had addressed to her. The main region of MR THOMPSON'S poetry
-is the inexhaustible and hitherto almost unworked mine of Catholic
-philosophy. Not but that he knows better than to make his religion the
-direct subject of any of his poems, unless it presents itself to him as
-a human passion, and the most human of passions, as it does in the
-splendid ode just noticed, in which God's long pursuit and final
-conquest of the resisting soul is described in a torrent of as humanly
-impressive verse as was ever inspired by a natural affection. MR
-THOMPSON places himself, by these poems, in the front rank of the
-pioneers of the movement which, if it be not checked, as in the history
-of the world it has once or twice been checked before, by premature
-formulation and by popular and profane perversion, must end in creating
-a "new heaven and a new earth."--COVENTRY PATMORE, in _The Fortnightly
-Review._
-
-
-It is not only the religious ecstasy of CRASHAW that they recall; for
-all the daringly fantastic imagery, all the love-lyrical hyperbole, all
-that strange mixture and artifice, of spontaneous passion and studied
-conceit, which were so characteristic of the age of CRASHAW, are with
-the same astonishing fidelity reproduced. Where, unless, perhaps, in
-here and there a sonnet of ROSSETTI'S, has this sort of sublimated
-enthusiasm for the bodily and spiritual beauty of womanhood found such
-expression as in _Love in Dian's Lap_ between the age of the Stuarts
-and our own? To realize the full extent to which the religious, or
-semi-religious, emotions--now ecstatic, now awe-stricken--dominate and
-colour the entire fabric of these strange poems, they must be read
-throughout. In the lines _To the Dead Cardinal of Westminster_ we see
-them at their subtlest; and in the very powerful piece, _The Hound of
-Heaven_--a poem setting forth the pursuit of the human soul by divine
-grace--they are at their most intense.... That minority who can
-recognize the essentials under the accidents of poetry, and who feel
-that it is to poetic Form alone, and not to forms, that eternity
-belongs, will agree that, alike in wealth and dignity of imagination,
-in depth and subtlety of thought, and in magic and mastery of language,
-a new poet of the first rank is to be welcomed in the author of this
-volume.--H. D. TRAILL, in _The Nineteenth Century_.
-
-
-The first thing to be done, and by far the most important, is to
-recognize that we are here face to face with a poet of the first order,
-a man of imagination all compact, a seer and singer of rare genius. He
-revels indeed in "orgiac imageries," and revelry implies excess. But
-when excess is an excess of strength, the debauch a debauch of beauty,
-who can condemn or even regret it? Would we had a few more poets who
-could exceed in such imagery as this! It is no minor Caroline singer he
-recalls, but the Jacobean SHAKESPEARE.--_The Daily Chronicle._
-
-
-A volume of poetry has not appeared in QUEEN VICTORIA'S reign more
-authentic in greatness of utterance than this. In the rich and virile
-harmonies of his line, in strange and lovely vision, in fundamental
-meaning, he is possibly the first of Victorian poets, and at least is
-he of none the inferior.... In all sobriety do we believe him of all
-poets to be the most celestial in vision, the most august in
-faculty.... In a word, a new planet has swum into the ken of the
-watchers of the poetic skies. These are big words; but we have weighed
-them. For there is that in Mr FRANCIS THOMPSON'S poetry which
-discourages the flamboyant appreciations of the more facile
-impressionist, and gives him pause in his ready-made enthusiasms. It is
-patent on the first page that there is genius in this inspiration, and
-the great note in this utterance; but page after page reveals the rich
-and the strange, and the richer and the stranger in so many original
-moods and noble measures, that the reviewer feels the necessity of
-caution.... In nothing does THOMPSON appear more authentically a poet
-than in the fact that his sense of beauty is part of his religion. In
-this he is like SHELLEY, except that SHELLEY'S sense of beauty was his
-religion, and lived in an atmosphere of sensuousness, a sensuousness
-that has little of the grosser taints of earth about it indeed, but
-which is still sensuousness. Therefore, SHELLEY wrote the glorious
-_Epipsychidion_; therefore, Mr THOMPSON writes _Her Portrait_, the
-longest and greatest poem in his book; and, speaking for ourselves, we
-shall say at once that _Epipsychidion_, long unique in the language,
-has at last found its parallel, perhaps its peer, in _Her Portrait_. Of
-this "Her" of Mr THOMPSON'S we must say that she is the significance of
-his book. If his sense of beauty is part of his religion, his religion
-is that of a rapt Catholic, to whom the very heaven, with all that
-therein be, is open and palpable; his is the Catholicism of profound
-mysticism, and of the most universal temper.... It is perfectly safe to
-affirm that if Mr THOMPSON write no other line, by this volume alone he
-is as secure of remembrance as any poet of the century. His vocabulary
-is very great.... Mr THOMPSON'S first volume is no mere promise--it is
-itself among the great achievements of English poetry; it has reached
-the peak of Parnassus at a bound.
-
-He has actually accomplished the high thing in metaphysical poetry that
-DONNE and CRASHAW only dreamed of. His mysticism is infinitely more
-profound and significant than theirs, as his imagination is more
-impulsive, ardent, and beautiful. He is the great Platonist of English
-poetry. If Mr THOMPSON had never written anything after his first
-volume, there would be but one Stuart poet with whom the author of _Her
-Portrait_ could be compared for orchestral majesties of song, and that
-one MILTON.... He is an argonaut of literature, far travelled in the
-realms of gold, and he has in a strange degree the assimilative
-mind.... We do not think we forget any of the splendid things of an
-English anthology when we say that _The Hound of Heaven_ seems to us,
-on the whole, the most wonderful lyric in the language. It fingers all
-the stops of the spirit, and we hear now a thrilling and dolorous note
-of doom, and now the quiring of the spheres, and now the very pipes of
-Pan, but under all the still, sad music of humanity. It is the return
-of the nineteenth century to THOMAS A KEMPIS.--J. L. GARVIN, in _The
-Newcastle Chronicle_ and in _The Bookman_.
-
-
-The fine frenzy, and the fine line: these are two root characteristics
-of Mr THOMPSON'S really remarkable poem. One has seldom seen poet more
-wildly abandoned to his rapture, more absorbed in the trance of his
-ecstasy. When the irresistible moment comes, he throws himself upon his
-mood as a glad swimmer gives himself to the waves, careless whither the
-strong tide carries him, knowing only the wild joy of the laughing
-waters and the rainbow spray. He shouts, as it were, for mere gladness,
-in the welter of wonderful words, and he dives swift and fearless to
-fetch his deep-sea fancies. When weak men venture on these vagaries
-they drown; but Mr THOMPSON is a strong swimmer. Hyperboles, which in
-other hands had seemed merely absurd, in his delight us as examples of
-that "fine excess" which is one of the most enthralling of the many
-enchantments of poetry.... Indeed, Mr THOMPSON must simply be CRASHAW
-born again, but born greater. Though the conception, for example, of
-_The Hound of Heaven_--the case of a sinner fleeing from the love of
-Christ--is exactly in CRASHAW'S vein, yet it was not in his power to
-have suggested such tremendous speed and terror of flight as whirls
-through every line of Mr THOMPSON'S poem.--R. LE GALLIENNE, in _The
-Daily Chronicle_.
-
-
-A new poet--and this time a major and not a minor one. On the section
-called _Love in Dian's Lap_, much might be said of its extraordinary
-conception and workmanship. The section is one long, beautiful song of
-praise, and even worship, of one whom the poet calls his "dear
-administress." But surely never was woman worshipped with more utter
-chastity of passion. Whether _Before her Portrait in Youth_, or
-regarding her as _A poet breaking silence_, or only reflecting on her
-wearing of a new dress, the Poet is so full of fine matter and so
-adoring in his expression of it, as to bring DANTE himself to
-mind.--_St. James's Gazette._
-
-
-Here are dominion--domination over language, and a sincerity as of
-Robert Burns.... The epithet sublime has been sadly stained and
-distorted by comic writers, and there is a danger in applying it in its
-honest light without warning. This safeguard established, we have to
-say that in our opinion Mr THOMPSON'S poetry at its highest attains a
-sublimity unsurpassed by any Victorian poet--a sublimity which will
-stand the hideous test of extracts. In _Her Portrait_ a constant
-interchange of symbol between earthly and heavenly beauty pulses like
-day and night.--JOHN DAVIDSON, in _The Speaker_.
-
-
-When at the end of 1893 there appeared a little quarto volume of poems
-by FRANCIS THOMPSON, the English world of letters experienced an
-agreeable shock of surprise. It was as if a rocket had been sent up
-into a dark night. His poems have all the "pomp and prodigality" of
-imagination for which Gray's frugal muse longed.--_The Spectator._
-
-
-Words and cadences must have had an intoxication for him, the
-intoxication of the scholar; and "cloudy trophies" were continually
-falling into his hands, and half through them, in his hurry to seize
-and brandish them. He swung a rare incense in a censer of gold, under
-the vault of a chapel where he had hung votive offerings. When he
-chanted in his chapel of dreams, the airs were often airs which he had
-learnt from CRASHAW and from PATMORE. They came to life again when he
-used them, and he made for himself a music which was part strangely
-familiar and part his own, almost bewilderingly. Such reed-notes and
-such orchestration of sound were heard nowhere else; and people
-listened to the music, entranced as by a new magic. The genius of
-FRANCIS THOMPSON was Oriental, exuberant in colour, woven into
-elaborate patterns, and went draped in old silk robes, that had
-survived many dynasties. The spectacle of him was an enchantment; he
-passed like a wild vagabond of the mind, dazzling our sight. He had no
-message, but he dropt sentences by the way, cries of joy or pity, love
-of children, worship of the Virgin and the Saints, and of those who
-were patron saints to him on earth; his voice was heard like a
-wandering music, which no one heeded for what it said, in a strange
-tongue, but which came troublingly into the mind, bringing it the
-solace of its old, recaptured melodies.--ARTHUR SYMONS, in _The
-Saturday Review_.
-
-
-To read Mr FRANCIS THOMPSON'S _Poems_, then, is like setting sail with
-DRAKE or HAWKINS in search of new worlds and golden spoils. He has the
-magnificent Elizabethan manner, the splendour of conception, the
-largeness of imagery.--KATHERINE TYNAN-HINKSON, in _The Bookman_.
-
-
-As a matter of fact--such fact as one kisses the book to in a court of
-law--it was in a railway carriage on my way back to London that I first
-read Mr THOMPSON'S poem, _The Mistress of Vision_; but, in such truth
-as would pass anywhere but in a court of law, it was at Cambridge, in
-the height of the summer term and in a Fellows' Garden that the
-revelation first came. I thought then in my enthusiasm that no such
-poem had been written or attempted since COLERIDGE attempted, and left
-off writing, _Kubla Khan_. In a cooler hour I think so yet; and, were
-my age twenty-five or so, it would delight me to swear to it, riding to
-any man's drawbridge who shuts his gates against it, and blowing the
-horn of challenge. It is verily a wonderful poem; hung, like a fairy
-tale, in middle air--a sleeping palace of beauty set in a glade in the
-heart of the woods of Westermain, surprised there and recognized with a
-gasp as satisfying, and summarizing a thousand youthful longings after
-beauty. To me also my admiration seemed too hot to last; but four or
-five years leave me unrepentant. It seemed to me to be more likely to
-be a perishable joy, because I had once clutched at, and seemed to
-grasp, similar beauties in POE. Mr THOMPSON'S thought, always strong,
-often runs into phrases of exquisite sweetness and exquisite
-clarity.... The lines beginning:
-
-    "Firm is the man, and set beyond the cast
-    Of fortune's game and the iniquitous hour,"
-
-are worthy to be remembered beside DANIEL'S _Epistle to the Countess of
-Cumberland_.--Sir A. QUILLER COUCH ("Q"), in _The Daily News_.
-
-
-Thompson's poetry is a "wassail of orgiac imageries." He is a poet's
-poet, like SHELLEY and BLAKE. In order to follow him as he soars from
-image to image and symbol to symbol, you must have the rare wings of
-imagination.... THOMPSON mixes his metaphors so wisely that they
-illumine each other, strange light shooting out of their weltering
-chaos, like the radiance of phosphorescent waves. He troubles you with
-sudden pictures that flash out against the blackness. This gift of
-dreadful vision is not found in CRASHAW or in PATMORE, in DONNE or in
-HERBERT, and therefore it seems to me that THOMPSON is essentially more
-akin to BLAKE, COLERIDGE and ROSSETTI than to the ecclesiastical
-mystics. He is a twentieth-century mystic with a seventeenth-century
-manner.--JAMES DOUGLAS, in _The Morning Leader_.
-
-
-Great poets are obscure for two opposite reasons; now, because they are
-talking about something too large for anyone to understand, and now,
-again, because they are talking about something too small for anyone to
-see. FRANCIS THOMPSON possessed both these infinities.... He was
-describing the evening earth with its mist and fume and fragrance, and
-represented the whole as rolling upwards like a smoke; then suddenly
-he called the whole ball of the earth a thurible, and said that some
-gigantic spirit swung it slowly before God. This is the case of the
-image too large for comprehension; another instance sticks in my mind
-of the image which is too small. In one of his poems he says that the
-abyss between the known and the unknown is bridged by "Pontifical
-death." There are about ten historical and theological puns in that one
-word. That a priest means a pontiff, that a pontiff means a
-bridge-maker, that death is certainly a bridge, that death may turn out
-after all to be a reconciling priest, that at least priest and bridges
-both attest to the fact that one thing can get separated from another
-thing--these ideas, and twenty more, are all tacitly concentrated in
-the word "Pontifical." In FRANCIS THOMPSON'S poetry, as in the poetry
-of the universe, you can work infinitely out and out, but yet
-infinitely in and in. These two infinities are the mark of greatness;
-and he was a great poet.--G. K. CHESTERTON, in _The Illustrated London
-News_.
-
-
-Thompson used his large vocabulary with a boldness--and especially a
-recklessness, almost a frivolity in rhyme--that were worthy of
-BROWNING. On the other hand, these rugged points were, at a further
-view, absorbed into the total effect of beauty in a manner which
-BROWNING never achieved; for the poet, entirely free from timidity in
-matters of poetic form, relied not on chastity or perfection of detail,
-but on the perfervid rush of his genius, which simply carried his
-readers over the rough places. Here was a large utterance--large in
-bulk, in speed, in a lavish disregard of economy, and yet, what could
-not for a moment be mistaken was that the poetry was at once great and
-sincere. These _Sister Songs_, written in praise of two little sisters,
-contain a number of lovely and most musical lines, and some
-passages--such as the seventh section of the first poem--which SPENSER
-would not have disowned.--_The Times._
-
-
-The greater a poet's message, the more profound his thought, the larger
-his range, and the more exquisite his note, the deeper and more
-incessant will be his demand upon his reader. That is why the great
-poets have had to wait for their recognition. Only the few will or can
-co-operate at the beginning, but they are the leaven; and now whole
-masses can see the poetic purport of SHELLEY, COLERIDGE, KEATS and
-WORDSWORTH, of whom the contemporary criticism was a thing over which
-you laugh or cry, as the mood has you. Those who see in Mr FRANCIS
-THOMPSON an authentic poet have at any rate the profound interest of
-watching the various stages in the making of their immortal. How have
-the portents followed the precedent afforded by the poets just named?
-In general, very accurately, we think. The common attitude of critics
-towards them and him has been very similar--in the case of SHELLEY it
-is so near in its very wording as to be sometimes startling.
-Extravagances and novelties of diction, a toppling over of images, and
-"obscurity"--of course that--were dwelt upon by objectors--very just
-objectors, no doubt--who busied and troubled about details, lost all
-sense of proportion, and had no ear for the great and ultimate meaning
-of the poet's message.... The note that comes most majestically from Mr
-THOMPSON is that of the reconciliation of the two natures and destinies
-of man. To that literal oneness WORDSWORTH groped in his merely
-"kindred points of heaven and home." Of that oneness ROSSETTI has the
-hint, and COVENTRY PATMORE the full vision. Mr THOMPSON is the heir of
-the poets, and he has entered fully into his inheritance. He has not
-picked their flowers and worn them fading; their seed has passed into
-his life, and they have blossomed anew.--_The Academy._
-
-
-No other among the younger poets so effectually proclaimed a mastery of
-the grand style: none other had so securely occupied a position on the
-right side of the line which for ever separates inspiration from
-talent, poetry from agreeable verse. He appeared on the scene fully
-equipped. There were no long years of public neglect, or production of
-volumes which lay unnoticed on the bookstalls before being cast into
-the dust heap. The marvellous splendour of his first volume revealed a
-writer of no common order; with a secureness of touch, a magical
-decoration of style, and a real message behind all the pomp and glitter
-and dazzling display. It was art not for art's sake, but charged with a
-meaning and a name. _The Hound of Heaven_ was hailed by all competent
-critics as one of the great religious poems of this time or of any
-time.--_The Daily News._
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-Volumes I and II contain the Poetry; Volume III consists of "Shelley,"
-"Health and Holiness" and a selection from Thompson's literary and
-critical articles. With Portraits in Photogravure. Buckram gilt, 6s. net
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-SHELLEY: AN ESSAY
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-By EVERARD MEYNELL. One vol., demy 8vo, with 7 Portraits in Photogravure
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-COLLECTED POEMS OF ALICE MEYNELL
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