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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Renascence - A Book of Verse - -Author: Walter Crane - -Release Date: December 22, 2016 [EBook #53787] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RENASCENCE *** - - - - -Produced by Charlene Taylor, Emmy and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - - - - - - *** _This Edition on Large Paper is limited to - Sixty-five copies for England and Thirty-five for - America. This copy is No. 45 of the English Edition._ - - - - -[Illustration] - - ·RENASCENCE· - ·A·BOOK·of· - ·VERSE· - - BY - ·WALTER·CRANE· - - - ·London: ELKIN· - ·MATHEWS·AT·THE· - ·SIGN·OF·THE·BODLEY - ·HEAD·IN·VIGO·ST·1891· - - - - -[Illustration: - - To - ·M·F·C· -] - - - _THIS sheaf that I have bound, of mingled grain, - Beneath the noon to give a spot of shade, - Where might we sit and mark, before they fade, - The fleeting lights across life’s dappled plain; - Ere with its treasured had Time’s rolling wain— - Piled up with memories, and thoughts unsaid, - With hopes and fears in trembling leaf and blade— - Turns sun-ward, where the harvest-home is made._ - - _Perchance the tangled stems some flowers enfold, - Not all unmeet the brows of her to wreath, - Who with me bore the burden of the morn. - If yet the scarlet please not, on the corn, - Love’s blue is stedfast, and thy name in gold - Is writ by love’s wing-feather underneath._ - -[Illustration] - - - - -OF the poems in this book, the whole of those included in Part I. are -now printed for the first time. - -Of the rest, “The Sirens Three,” “Thoughts in a Hammock,” “A Herald of -Spring,” and the Rondeau—“Across the Fields,” all appeared with designs -of mine, as decorative pages, in “The English Illustrated Magazine,” -“The Sirens Three” being afterwards issued, with the illustrations, -in book-form, by Messrs. Macmillan and Co., whom I have to thank for -permission to reprint it with the others here. - -“Flora’s Feast,” with coloured designs of the flowers to each couplet, -has been published as a Christmas book by Messrs. Cassell and Co., at -whose consent it re-appears. - -I regret there should have been any delay in the appearance of the -book, which has been owing to the illness of the engraver who had -charge of some of the blocks. - - WALTER CRANE. - -April, 1891. - - - - -[Illustration] - -CONTENTS - - - PART I. - - EARLIER POEMS. - - PAGE - - INVOCATION 3 - - THE CITY OF LOVE 8 - - THE HOUSE OF DREAMS 16 - - LOVE’S LABYRINTH 31 - - THE DIVIDING GULF 43 - - THE VALLEY OF DELIVERANCE 45 - - THE UNKNOWN SHORE 51 - - THE WEST WIND 53 - - THE NEW LIGHT 55 - - HYMN OF FREE PEOPLES 57 - - TWELVE SONNETS OF LOVE 63 - - - PART II. - - LATER POEMS - - A HERALD OF SPRING 77 - - THOUGHTS IN A HAMMOCK 80 - - THE SIRENS THREE 89 - - FLORA’S FEAST 129 - - FROM HELLAS HOMEWARD 133 - - RONDEAUS: - BEYOND THE VERGE 139 - THE OLD AND NEW 140 - ACROSS THE FIELDS 141 - IN LOVE’S DISPORT 142 - WHAT MAKES THE WORLD 143 - SEED TIME 144 - A SEAT FOR THREE 145 - - RONDELS: - WHEN TIME UPON WING 146 - THIS BOOK OF HOURS 147 - - TRIOLET 148 - - SONNETS: - AT SHELLEY’S GRAVE 151 - THE VOICE OF SPRING 152 - A DAY IN EARLY SPRING 153 - A NIGHT IN MAY 154 - ILLUSIONS 155 - ON THE SUPPRESSION OF FREE SPEECH AT CHICAGO 156 - FREEDOM IN AMERICA 157 - TO THE PRISONERS OF LIBERTY 158 - REMINISCENT 159 - OF HELLAS DEAD 160 - TO THE HAMMERSMITH CHOIR 161 - RENASCENCE 162 - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration: LIST OF DESIGNS] - - - No. PAGE - - 1. Frontispiece _Engraved on wood by - Arthur Leverett._ - - 2. Dedication _Heading_ _Photo-engraved by Emery - 3. ” _Tail-piece_ Walker and W. Boutall_ iii - - 4. Contents _Head._ _Engraved on wood by - 5. ” _Tail._ Arthur Leverett_ vii - - 6. List of Designs _Head._ _Photo-engraved by Emery xi - 7. ” ” _Tail._ Walker and W. Boutall_ xiii - - 8. Part I. _Title device_ _Engraved on wood by - Arthur Leverett_ 1 - - 9. Invocation _Head._ _Engraved on wood by 3 - 10. ” _Tail._ Arthur Leverett_ 7 - - 11. The City of Love _Head._ _Photo-engraved by Emery 8 - 12. ” ” _Tail._ Walker and W. Boutall_ 15 - - 13. The House of Dreams _Head._ _Engraved on wood by 16 - 14. ” ” _Tail._ Arthur Leverett_ 30 - - 15. Love’s Labyrinth _Head._ _Photo-engraved by Emery 31 - 16. The Dividing Gulf _Head._ Walker and W. Boutall_ 43 - - 17. The Valley of Deliverance _Head._ _Photo-engraved by Emery 45 - 18. ” ” _Tail._ Walker and W. Boutall_ 50 - - 19. The Unknown Shore _Head._ _Photo-engraved by Emery 51 - 20. ” ” _Tail._ Walker and W. Boutall_ 52 - - 21. The West Wind _Head._ _Photo-engraved by Emery 53 - 22. ” ” _Tail._ Walker and W. Boutall_ 54 - - 23. The New Light _Head._ _Photo-engraved by Emery 55 - (Tail-piece No. 7 repeated.) Walker and W. Boutall_ 56 - - 24. Hymn of Free Peoples _Head._ _Photo-engraved by Emery - Walker and W. Boutall_ 57 - - 25. Twelve Sonnets _Title device_ _Engraved on wood by 61 - 26. Part II. _Title device_ Arthur Leverett_ 75 - - 27. A Herald of Spring _Head._ _Photo-engraved by Emery - Walker and W. Boutall_ 77 - - 28. Thoughts in a Hammock _Head._ _Photo-engraved by Emery 80 - 29. ” ” ” _Tail._ Walker and W. Boutall_ 85 - - 30. The Siren’s Three _Title device_ _Photo-engraved by Emery - Walker and W. Boutall_ 87 - 31. ” ” _Dedicatory_ 89 - 32. ” ” _Head._ 90 - 33. ” ” _Tail._ 128 - - 34. Flora’s Feast _Head._ _Photo-engraved by Emery - Walker and W. Boutall_ 129 - - 35. From Hellas Homeward _Head._ _Photo-engraved by Emery - Walker and W. Boutall_ 133 - 36. ” ” _Tail._ 136 - - 37. Rondeaus, &c. _Title device_ _Engraved on wood by - ArthurLeverett_ 137 - - 38. Sonnets _Title device_ _Photo-engraved by Emery - Walker and W. Boutall_ 149 - - 39. Pegasus _Colophon_ _Engraved on wood by - Arthur Leverett_ 163 - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration: PART I. - -EARLIER POEMS] - - - - -[Illustration: INVOCATION] - - - O SOUL of souls, awake! Lift up thine eyes - To meet the dayspring, till their spherèd skies - Flash answering light to pierce the clinging veil - Of mists and shadows of the night grown pale. - - Renascent, leave the tombment of thy bed, - Though rich with painted love of legend dead, - And gilded with the gold of hallowed time, - And dim with dreams and darkness of the prime. - - O joy of Man, arise! Behold Time brings - Deliverance for thee, and thoughts’ swift wings - Are dyed afresh in iris hues of Hope - Who paints for thee, by her creative scope, - New heaven in earth renewed before thy sight, - With golden fields unreaped and fresh delight - Of flower, and fruit of no forbidden tree, - Where Life is Love, and blooms sweet Liberty. - - O Bride of Light! Like Aphrodite rise - From rosy waves of morn that crystallize - Thy sacred image in their mirror, smooth - As sculpture of the shining limbs they soothe; - And clothe thyself in pureness like the sun, - With lily lawn and blue of heaven, spun - From spotless fields of interstellar space— - A seamless shrine to keep thy inward grace. - - Put on thy broidered robe, thy bride’s attire, - Put on thy glory, and the jewel fire - Of fearless thought, nor let thine handmaids spare, - All grateful tribute from the sweet and fair - To deck thy loveliness, and make appear - The fullness of the beauty thou dost wear: - But let no crown thy golden head dethrone - Except the coronal of wisdom’s own. - - Fare forth, fair Bride, and from thy chamber come, - Lo! they are waiting who shall lead thee home: - The winged procession of the eager Hours, - Before thy feet to pave the way with flowers; - The Daughters of the Year, the Seasons Four, - Have decked the happy earth with sun and shower; - Each joyful mouth, each blissful day is swift - To bring unto thy feet its treasured gift; - The Sisters Three, who plough, and sow, and reap, - Still gather thee Time’s grain in growing heap, - From golden age to golden age to be; - Their dreamful faces rapt in prophecy - Of veiled futurity’s potential hour - Where Fate prepareth thine immortal dower. - - Arise, sweet soul! Arise, and take thy throne, - Upbuilt in ages long by stone on stone— - The human spirit’s still aspiring stair - Whose marble feet were laid in toil and care, - And washed with tears, and worn in eager quest - Of false and fleeting phantoms, seeking rest. - But now thy feet are fledged and would aspire - To climb the summit of thy hope’s desire, - High where in sculptured walls and towers rise - Her architecture, white in azure skies, - Tinged with the fire of dawn above thy head— - Ah! there, fair soul, thy marriage feast is spread. - - And there, with Wisdom still, and Knowledge clear, - Sweet counsel shalt thou take, and without fear, - For Love will give thee law, and Love shall be - Thy chancellor and rule equality. - No sceptre shall thy white right hand e’er hold - But sacred Freedom, brighter than the gold - Of kingships, and blessing by the power - That crowns life’s magic staff with bud and flower: - Nor be thy sister hand forgotten sole, - The while her slender fingers do control - The world’s large heart, and in its compass found - The wealth of all the universe embound. - - And thou shalt open the eternal reign - Of Justice; while fair Peace, with all her train, - Shall sow the earth with blessings and impart - New joy and skill to men in Craft and Art; - To gather from all shores the scattered gems - With beauty’s pearls to deck thought’s diadems: - And Poesy shall fill thy courts with song, - And Commonwealth the ocean gateways throng - With white-winged messengers from all the lands - And tidings glad shall join the nation’s hands, - From riches and from penury set free, - And from the last dread link of slavery; - And eke from tyrant sword, and tyrant gold, - And priestly nightmare that the soul doth fold. - There Giant Labour in his strength new-found, - Rejoicing, shall go forth to break new ground, - One brotherhood with Art and Knowledge clear; - To bridge the gulf of space and bring men near; - With fruitful brain and hand to bring new birth - Of Titan forces to subdue the earth, - And from the willing hands of nature draw - New benefits, and, owning but her law, - Out of her treasury things tried and true, - In human faith and hope to build anew - Man’s shattered house, and paint his storied wall - For Life and Love, a heritage for all. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration: ·THE·CITY·OF·LOVE·] - - - ABOUT the time when garlanded green May - At Summer’s threshold casts her blossom crown, - Time bore me on his wingèd wheels away, - Out of the joyless city where I lay, - From smoke-dimmed streets whose dusky skies disown - The day-god’s glorious face, serene that shows - This day of days, to reign in his fair house, - Cloud-built, and white, and interspaced with blue, - Above the green earth’s fields that I did pass, - Bearing ungathered harvests in their grass - Of star-bright flowers, and every magic hue - Born of the hours, and of the kindling zone - Sun-cast o’er wandering mead and upland lone, - That now on every hand mine eyes did fill, - As went the wheel whirl’d with the fiery will. - - And always, as the changeful landscape spread - Mead beyond mead, and furrow’d ridge and tree, - And traversed road, and bridge, and woodland lea; - Me seemèd as a chart my life to see, - What was, and is, and that which is to be, - As dark and bright the region’s face I read. - Nor yet I stay’d at all, but still with Time - Fled by, and onward many leagues, until, - About the height of day the wheel was still, - About the hour it was ere noon should chime, - And I look’d forth and saw dim-pointed spires, - Like flames, arising from a golden mead - Which burn’d with all the yellow crowded fires - Of shining cups that fill the fields of May: - Whereby a city fair mine eyes had heed, - Verged round with bowery close, and willows grey - Shading the silent water’s secret way, - Girdling the quiet town with cluster’d reed. - - Thence rose no surge of men, or sound of strife, - But smoothly glode the even hours of life, - Told by the sweet-tongued bells in tuneful towers; - And in the streets there moved the breath of flowers, - And incense, such as riseth after showers - Upon deep gardens, hiding in their bowers - The inmost heart of sweetness. - Still my way - Drew on, between high-window’d walls and old, - That to the street an ancient story told, - With solemn mien unto Life’s changing day, - In restless ebb and flow, as sea-waves play - About the feet of lonely cliff’s; tho’ now - Even these I pass’d, as fleeting things and vain, - For all my heart a strange consuming pain - Possess’d, in thought of what I hoped to gain - Fill’d with an exquisite fire, wherein did show - All things as dross, or gold of fairest vein: - As, since the gate of Love had oped for me, - I lived in hell or heavenly ecstasy. - - But all things on this day had good import, - For even now I went to Love’s high court, - To greet my heart’s dear queen, where she did dwell - In this his holy city, where the streets - Seem’d gold, or like the burnish’d path which meets - The sun’s bright porch across the shining sea; - So in Love’s glory shone my way to me. - Until before her gate the splendour fell. - - Robed in sweet grace and crowned with her hair, - I met my queen, upon her palace stair, - And near I was to fall and worship there, - As to her hand I brought a golden gift, - Which she, my gracious sovereign, counted well, - And me unto her highest grace did lift, - Making me rich above all kingly state. - - For side by side within her house we sate, - Or ’neath the azure canopy of heaven, - And every hour and every day, of seven, - Brought unto our feet their separate joy. - And every day the plenteous feast was spread - Before my grateful heart, and eyes, and lips - That drank the wine of Love and broke his bread, - And drew my soul delight thro’ honey sips - From the sweet source of sweet which may not cloy. - - Then from Love’s banquet, rising, my beloved - Forth led me in the bond of her dear hand, - That we in his glad courts might understand - Fresh joyance; and thro’ all his realm we moved. - Adown the golden street my lady led, - Where pass’d us, to and fro, Love’s votaries— - The searchers of his book, within whose eyes - Was writ his name, whose chanting lips had said - His prayers and orisons within the shrines, - Dim-window’d, strange, and still with sacred air, - Stirr’d by the wings of singing spirits fair, - When the sweet anthem lifteth or declines, - In organ waves that sweep along the lines - Of the soul’s shore, to break upon and die, - Soft on the soothed borders, silently. - - We passéd by the door and enter’d in, - For in Love’s holy place we sought to win - High ecstasy whereon our souls might climb - Even to the utmost gate of golden bliss, - And know within the sanctuary of this, - Our dear inheritance in God’s good time. - - Love’s service done, forth streamed from their place - His choristers and singing boys, attired - In white raiment, shining where they quired; - And after them we went with silent pace, - And towards the groves of pleasure turn’d our face, - Whence by green quietude of cloister’d stone, - And shadow’d courts that kept themselves alone, - And ’neath the carven boughs that interlace; - Until we came beneath the fairer roof - Of curtain’d leaves, light spread, of greenest woof, - Glowing between the stoney window fret, - As shines such light of paradise men get, - Dark-barr’d by care which holdeth them aloof - And binds their souls within life’s twisted net. - - But enter’d we the joyful Eden gate, - Where talk the trees of summer, and of green - More glorious than May’s bright head doth screen - Whereas she hideth from the flaming state, - When the all regal sun would penetrate, - Seeking dominion in the realm of shade, - Where now we thought to find sweet pleasure laid, - And take her sleeping, while the hours should wait. - - Yea! hidden in the odorous aisles of May; - Whose fragrance fans the air which faints away, - There, in a labyrinth of leaves I caught her— - Whereby soft willows kiss the silent water— - I caught her, and I kiss’d, tho’ she did pray - Release, and said: “Thou canst not hold Time’s daughter.” - But her I held, nor let her thence depart - Till I had won her favourable grace; - And after oft we saw her fleeting face - Laugh through the leaves, and in our kindled heart - Were glad exceedingly, nor thought to part, - Content a little while in each fair place - To know a sweet above all flowery space. - - My faint tongue faltereth when I would tell - What doors of joy we pass’d, what sights to seek, - But Love’s day endeth, and his holy week, - Whose dear appointed feasts we kept full well; - Seeking Love’s face at morn and eventide, - Tho’ oft it was too bright to look upon, - Shining above the splendour of the sun, - A burning flame when day’s dim fire had died. - And now, the last of days, it came to pass - I with my Love, upon a space of grass, - Sate by a water which the willows kept - And silently the stream beneath them swept, - Secret as time, and still, and staying not; - Fair fell the sun thro’ glancing leaves above, - And fair on us did shine the sun of Love, - As one brief hour together we forgot - All earthly things in that enchanted plot— - The world of strife, and evil-favour’d care, - And misery whose voice was silent there: - Even so, a little while, our blissful lot. - - A little while—but soon the end befel, - For Time, a sudden shadow, on us fell, - And loud above I heard his hateful bell - Clang in the tower to ring our sweet day’s knell. - - Thence was I torn from my dear Love away, - And, as a dream, I lost upon that day - My hold of joy, and slipp’d adown, adown. - Nor knew I more until I woke again - Unto the endless world with all its pain— - The sea-wide city, and the sad refrain - Of hungry waves that now my song would drown. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration: THE·HOVSE·OF·DREAMS] - - - I SATE in my soul’s house one day - The world-wide book before me lay - And in mine eyes, as through a glass - The colours of all things did pass, - And thought and life, in mingled stream, - Strange semblance showed as in a dream. - - My soul’s still house lies hid in trees, - And sitting in its porch one sees, - Before the feet, a garden green, - Amidst a wild and dark demesne, - When sight may range by lea and lawn, - From sunset to the gate of dawn, - Till through the utmost wood may be - Descried a dim and dreadful sea. - - Five gates it hath, five porches fair, - That know bright guests of light and air, - And through the windows, clear and high, - The winged thoughts come from earth and sky - That show me things by shore and sea, - And visions high of things to be. - - Anigh the house a water clear, - Born of some secret crystal mere - Among the mountains of the land, - And flowing to the dim sea-strand; - But still and silent in its pace, - That in its smooth translucent face - Bright image flashed of many a thing, - And folk that passed in wandering, - With colours fresh of tree and flower. - - Here kept my soul a secret bower; - And in the garden all the year - One plied his craft of gardener, - Nor slept between the moon and sun, - Nor ever was his labour done; - For this was Time who told my hours - And gave, and took away, my flowers. - - And one beside him fed a fire - With listless hands, whose whole desire - Was not therein, but far away - She watched an ever dying day: - She smiled sometimes, and oft she wept, - But through her tears her watch she kept: - Time brought her flowers; she cast the same - To feed the hungering tongues of flame— - Yea, all men know the dreamful dame, - Pale Memory, ye rede her name. - - In my soul’s house, alway to be, - Dwelt spirits five for company, - And fair they were in form and face, - And well my soul’s white house did grace: - For one the chambers garnished fit - With boughs and flowers, and them she lit - By night and day, for she was Sight - And rulèd all my soul’s delight. - Her sister to my table bare - Sweet pleasure of earth’s fruits and rare, - As every season brought its meed - Or ever as my soul had need. - - Another made sweet incense rise - From out a censer in such wise - That mingled sweet of every kind, - And let the slender smoke enwind - The pillars of the roof, and send - The pleasant mist from end to end. - The while another yet of these - With music soft my soul would please; - To every thought in every mood - She made her tuneful interlude: - She touched the strings, she ruled the lute, - And many a soft harmonious flute - That mocked the birds in leafy quire; - But oft this spirit would aspire - To lift the solemn organ’s voice, - And this would be her dearest choice, - Till, with its deeper soul embued, - My soul forgot its solitude. - - Yet one there was, both dumb and blind, - Who yet was wise in every kind, - And many a thing her hand could teach, - In silent service serving each. - - These watched the house and kept it fair - As each its several part had care. - Thus sate my soul and talked with these - In its white porch among the trees; - And each brought word what she had seen - Of all that ranged that region green: - For many folk passed to and fro, - As flew the hours or footed slow. - One came in garment green and pale - Across the hill, adown the dale, - And blossoms in her hand she bore; - A swallow skimmed her path before; - It was a herald bright of spring, - And this the song that she did sing: - - * * * * * - - There fell a day of sun and shower, - Spring stirred within her leafless bower, - She sent me from her wintry home— - “Go forth and tell the world I come.” - - Beneath the windows of the dawn - I took my way, by lake and lawn, - I saw of flowers the firstling born, - I gathered of the flowering thorn: - - And from the dale and from the down - I passed into the sleeping town, - Along the stoney streets to spill - My flowers, by door and window sill: - - But they were like the eyes of men, - Sleep-locked, though some were open then: - I saw within a darkened room - An old man, lying in the gloom. - - He saw my flowers, and then he sighed, - And turned upon his bed and died. - I took my way with soundless feet, - But none I met my steps to greet. - - Save when a wakeful babe me spied, - And stretched his dimpled arms and cried. - They hushed his voice, nor knew his will— - I left the city sleeping still. - - * * * * * - - She ceased her song, and there was hush, - As after when the tuneful thrush - Hath warbled clear the wood is still - Ere yet again the quire sings shrill - For very joy. - And then I heard, - Among the grass, Time grind and gird - Upon his blade: He stooped to slay, - And soon before his feet there lay - The fallen emblems of the hours— - A harvest sheaf of spring’s first flowers— - Which she beside him gathering flung - Into the fire the while they sung, - And thus I heard their voices chime: - - -(THE SONG OF MEMORY AND TIME.) - - TIME. - - Spring-tide come and winter going; - Flower to seed, and seed to sowing; - Seed and harvest, reaping, mowing. - - MEMORY. - - Life beginning, and life ending; - Life his substance ever spending; - Time to life his little lending. - - TIME. - - Hark! the wingèd winds are calling; - Clouds the young year’s path appalling; - Blooms of spring like snow are falling. - - MEMORY. - - Snows of spring green earth bestrewing! - Wasted hopes must I be rueing, - Spring of life there’s no renewing. - - And after these had ceased their song, - A company there passed along, - In divers weed, and changeful mien, - And glad, or sad, athwart my green: - Their fluttering robes of dark or pale, - Like leaves adrift on Autumn gale; - And they like shadows o’er the grass - Before my porch did singly pass, - But through the house their voices rang, - Tune-tongued like bells, as thus they sang:— - - -(SONG OF THE HOURS.) - - Between the gates of night and morn, - With sleepless hands and sleepless eyes, - We watch the sun and moon outworn, - The silent stars that sink and rise. - - In hidden chambers of the night, - The thread of Fate we sit and spin, - Through death and life, in dark and light, - From life’s slim staff to wind and win. - - With joinèd hands and parting feet, - The work is wove, and still undone; - But still we tread Time’s measure fleet, - As through the glass the sand is spun. - - With linkèd hands and feet that wind - Between the pillars of the day, - Around the house the garland bind, - For spring hath come, we cannot stay. - - * * * * * - - They passed. A change came o’er the sky. - I heard a shout—I heard a cry. - A horn’s far sound the woods awoke, - And sudden from the thicket broke, - In my soul’s sight, a thing of flame, - And after, swift, a horseman came— - A youth intent upon the chase; - But ever, as he urged his pace, - One laid her hands upon his rein, - And from that end would him restrain; - While did the stirring horn resound, - And in the leash each panting hound - Pressed hard to slip the tightened chain. - - What would that eager hunter gain? - Some magic thing whose form and hue - Still changed as he did close pursue— - A flame, a bubble of the air? - A woman, marvellously fair? - Yea, every shape it hath in turn - That makes man’s troubled soul to burn, - And doth his baffled sight elude - To leave the world a solitude. - - Again the sounding horn did bray, - The hounds were slipt and broke away, - And swift throughout the close they sped, - Still as the changeful quarry led; - Till far beyond the open green - They flashed the forest stems between, - And soon were lost in night of wood. - Again I heard Time’s interlude:— - -TIME - - Whence the way and whither wending? - Seeks hot youth, till eld descending, - Leaves unread the secret pending. - - What is Life? Truth answers never; - Darkly flows the secret river, - But its springs are hid for ever. - - What is Truth? Man’s long endeavour - Finds the web but not the weaver: - Sleeps the riddle none may sever. - - As it was in Time’s beginning, - Then, as now, while Fate is spinning - Man her clue would still be winning. - - * * * * * - - My soul knew rest no more that day. - I heard Time’s voice sink far away, - And long did muse till light was gone, - Still sitting in my porch alone. - - Strange thoughts like flashes went and came, - And dreams of love, and hopes of fame, - With dim desires that inly burned; - Dead hopes that rose again and yearned - To follow still that unknown quest, - And failing, fluttered back to rest. - - Then had my soul a vision strange, - As far in spirit did I range, - And I beheld a far dim plain, - Dyed in day’s last Tyrean stain, - And through its dark and desert ground - A gleaming vein of water wound, - Where lonely piles of ruin old - Loomed vast, with hollow chambers cold, - Where horror dwelt with night and death, - And filled they were with ghostly breath. - - But there amid the gathering glooms, - Among the temples and the tombs, - One wandered in a pilgrim’s guise, - Who fixed afar his wistful eyes; - His footsteps kept the river’s side, - A glowing lamp his feet did guide, - That shone upon that desert’s dearth, - As like a star there fall’n to earth; - And moving through the twilight dim, - By shattered arch and column slim, - With staff and scrip he kept his way, - Among those wrecks of ancient day. - - * * * * * - - Far, far upon that desert land, - Half buried in her grave of sand, - The ancient head of Egypt rose; - And, still sublime in death’s repose, - Great Memnon kept his awful throne - Outwatching day and night alone: - And where the Greek laid stone on stone - The faces of his gods were shown, - When to the world—a youth—there came - Fair Wisdom, Power, and Beauty’s dame, - Heré, not Pallas, had his choice - But Aphrodité won his voice. - The crumbling strength of mighty Rome, - Her grave, her cradle, and her home; - There stood the emblems of her reign— - The Arch that would the world sustain, - And still doth span in legioned range - The gulf of time, the waves of change. - - Long stood the Pilgrim here at gaze, - As lost in thought of antique days, - As far his searching eyes could scan - Beneath the age-worn arches’ span. - He marked each age’s builded pile - Loom dimly down the endless aisle, - Where shone the winding waters’ thread, - A wandering life among the dead, - Until his sight no more could trace - Its courses from their hidden place, - Wrapt in the clinging mists that shroud - The trackless mountains dim with cloud; - But still his spirit found no home - Beneath the broad eternal dome. - - At last the Pilgrim turned and sighed, - Nor stayed he where a cross beside - Marked how a greater power and pride - Did conquer Rome, and still doth bide. - Full many a stone about that ground - Made stumbling, but of flowers were found - None save the sanguined poppy’s hue - Between still sleep and death that grew. - - The Pilgrim stayed for sleep nor rest, - As bent upon some hidden quest; - Nor turned he from his painful way - Where folk made feast and holiday - Beneath fair vines and fruited trees, - As pipe, and dance, and song them please. - He seemed the world of men to shun, - And joyed when he a wood had won, - Sweet cloistered green, and roofed above, - Where soft he heard the wooing dove, - And sound of wandering water near; - He drank its crystal cup and clear, - And kept his path beside the stream - Till he beheld white pillars gleam. - - He passed from green to blossomed boughs - That compassed fair a secret house; - Still music drew him to the door, - Swift beat his heart, and trembling more, - He entered, to a gold dim space - Flame-lit before an altar daïs, - Rose-garlanded, most fair and meet, - And all the air was still and sweet, - But over these in fairer case - Shone the clear semblance of a face. - - He knelt before that altar stone, - The anthem soothed his heart’s faint tone, - And seraph voices high and soft, - In measured cadence quired aloft, - Or sailed in tempest gusts of sound - When passion’s music shook the ground. - Filled was the Pilgrim’s soul and bowed, - Till in his stress he cried aloud: - “O Love! This is thy holy place, - Give me, I pray, my lady’s grace!” - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration: LOVE’S·LABYRINTH] - - - WHEN summer reigned in leafy sheen, - I found me in a garden green, - Deep hidden from the sun’s gold edge, - Beneath a rose-hung thorny hedge, - Upon a space of cool fair grass, - Whereon not yet the scythe should pass; - Though in the meadows was it laid, - Where Time was stooping in the shade - As, foot by foot, with measured sweep - His engine cleft the grassy deep; - And thence fresh fragrance wafted sweet - The smell of roses blown to meet, - Mixed in the drowsèd air and stole - In slumber to my dreamful soul. - - Full long I lay in leafy lair, - Until, upon the murmurous air, - One murmur grew with deep’ning note - And soon my sleeping ear it smote, - And woke a trouble in my breast— - A joyful pain more sweet than rest. - Like as the voice of plaining strings - When magic hands the music brings - Out of the viols’ soul in sound - That hath a power when speech is bound, - To lift the whirlwind and the wail - Of passion’s tempest, and the veil - Of dumb desires and hopes that cry, - Until the strong winds sinking die, - Though still the wrought waves strike the shore, - Above them shrill a voice dost soar; - Or with the soft gale, falling low, - To lull the soul, sings sweet and slow, - And folds the fluttering wings of peace: - So thrilled that music through the trees; - The leaves were stirred upon the boughs, - The petals shaken from a rose, - As though a spirit moved anear. - Then from the hedge a voice broke clear:— - - “O Time! O Time! Thy dial stay, - And lend to Love thy little day, - And make him free of thy domain; - And thou shalt not have less of gain, - For he must pay thee back again - In penal hours of longing pain. - - “O Time! O Time! Thy labour stay - Between the sun and moon to-day: - Tell not thy hours of moon and noon - Lest they should find us swift and soon - To steal from us our secret joy, - And give us to the world’s annoy. - - “Let Love be king in hour and place, - And give thy garden for his chase, - Set all with lilies fair and white, - And roses for his heart’s delight, - Both red, and crimson dark, and pale - Like snow that hidden fire doth veil: - Yea, give them on their thorny stem, - Before thy breath shalt shatter them, - That chaplets Love may bind for those - Who wander in his tangled close.” - - Time, ceasing not his toil, far heard, - Gave back to Love this answering word:— - - “Love, to Time dost thou come sueing? - Love, with all thy debt accrueing? - Time can give thee no renewing. - - “Ask the hearts thy sceptre schooleth, - Seek the kings thy kingship ruleth, - Who is he that Time befooleth? - - “Rest thee, Love, in thine own city, - But of my dominion quit ye, - Time is hard, and hath no pity. - - “Erst for king didst thou disown me, - Wouldst thou o’er thy kingdom crown me? - Thee I serve when thou hast won me. - - “Slave and servant, no man’s master, - They who will me slow or faster - Urge me to their own disaster. - - “Lo! this garden for thy going, - Fair and sweet life-blooms in growing, - Gather, ere its leaves be strowing. - - “Hive thy honey, sweet bestowing, - Take life’s apples, red and glowing, - Ere they fall to earth unknowing. - - “Days and hours, perforce, Time gives thee - By the sun’s swift wheel that drives ye, - Rest you merry! Time survives Thee.” - - His shadow passed, his voice had died, - And from the rosy covert side, - Clear shining in his goodlihead, - Love to my soul came forth and said:— - - “Arise, O Soul! and go with me, - And thou shalt read my book and see - Things hidden from the wise, and know - The height of joy, the depth of woe, - And hear the seas of passion roll, - And scan the dim strange human scroll, - The writing of its speechless lore, - And poesy’s unfathomed store; - The mystic birth of Song and Art - In painted chambers of the heart; - Love’s histories of bliss and strife, - And woven mysteries of life— - Yea, all that in Love’s house do dwell - Between the doors of heaven and hell.” - - Now in this garden lay apart - A space contrived with cunning art, - Where whoso entered at its gate - Might choose of pleasant paths and straight, - Green walled in privet, rose, and yew, - Anon that interlaced and drew - The wildered wight still to and fro, - Who wists not if to turn or go, - Amid the close entangled ways, - Where oft, for his yet more amaze, - Soft voices, wandering, called his name, - And through the leaves sweet music came, - Clear faces showed like sudden light, - To vanish from his longing sight - Ere he might hope of help to win - The secret bliss hid far within. - - Few ’scape from out that pleasaunce whole, - Few gain the inmost golden goal; - Full many wander there forlorn, - Or come out thence sore wounded, torn, - To weep their wasted lives forespent. - - Thither by Love my soul was bent: - Soon in the green maze sweet and still, - I heard the brown and blackbird trill, - Where, linkèd lanes and alleys through, - Love led me by his secret clue; - And oft the scented briar would cling, - Or in the hedge some fluttering thing - Shake soft adown a summer snow - Of roses bloom in overblow, - Among the leaves all fair bedight - And prankt with buds of red and white. - - But still by these Love’s footsteps led, - Dim paths before him turned and fled; - Full oft some sweet or anguished face - Would part the leaves to seek his grace; - For many folk did wander there, - Both gleaming knights and dames most fair, - And o’er the level hedge and trim - Fair showed in quaint attire and slim - Of samite, broidery, and brocade, - As folk of passèd time portrayed - By cunning painters, skilled full well, - That mid so goodly sights did dwell. - - And there about the stems were hung - Sweet names and legends poets sung, - Ywrought on scrolls and tablets fine, - And bound with knots that true loves twine; - And oft the lute’s full tender strain - Amid the rose leaves made soft plain, - As songs were heard in women’s fame - That crownèd singers sweet proclaim— - Prophets and kings of lyre and pen, - Who sound the hearts of silent men - That hold their word as treasure trove - In the immortal book of love. - - These all were passed, and in a while, - Love showed my soul a dim green aisle, - And far at end a stone-built stair, - That led us from the woody lair, - Forth issuing through a night of trees - To know anew the day’s increase, - And there a fragrant arbour found, - With clinging jasmine close embound. - Soon, in this leafy ambush set, - Love bade my soul look forth and let - Sight wonder at its might or will. - Then saw I those that wandered still - Lost in the green and covert ways, - And all the secret of the maze. - How there, as folks distraught, misled, - Sought lovers for their lover, who fled - Far from them, or, unwitting, past - The prisoning hedge that shut them fast: - How, oft their eyes met far amain - In severed paths that kept them twain; - How, after toil and weary pace, - Some met at last with shamefast face, - And silent lips, or coldly masked - With wintry speech their hearts that asked - For utterance, and leapt, and cried— - Love’s dear deliverance denied. - - Thereby great heaviness and pain - Had then my soul, and turned again - To ask of him who stood beside - What hope for these might yet betide. - Clothed in his godhead strong he stood, - He bent his bow above the wood, - And swift the wingèd arrow left - The quivering string—what heart it cleft - My soul ne’er knew, for then the light - Of falling day dazed all my sight - With splendour, as the level sun - Blazed in his gold pavilion spun - Out of his rays whose burning thread - A glorious tapestry outspread - With all life’s hues commingling blent. - And ere the golden web was rent - By darkness, Love led me away, - And passed, about the end of day, - Beneath the hanging umbrage dread - Till grew in sight a summer stead, - Fair corniced, roofed, and pillared clean, - Closed in the midmost heart of green, - And girt about with garlands round, - Clear-built upon a pleasant ground, - That gardened was and set with flowers, - Which had the speech of love and powers - After that they are dead to keep - Sweet thoughts in heart and cherished deep. - Also of mythic trees and rare - That grew in love’s high region there, - My soul did mark fair Daphne’s leaf; - The almond bloom, for love and grief, - When Phillis died; and Syrinx’ reed, - Like sprung of legendary seed, - The sun’s broad flower, that shows his flame - And blooms in Clyte’s sculptured fame. - - Amidst them fair and high uprose - The carven images of those - That wrought with men for good or ill, - And gave good gifts, and god-like skill, - And reverence had upon the earth— - Yea, still, in all man’s strife and mirth - Have part and glory, yet for him - The mingled cup of life they brim, - As gods, who here Love’s lordship own - Casting their crowns before his throne. - Their marble image broken fell - Where leapt a water from its well - Gemmed in the green and grassy space - Before the pillars of the place, - Where now my soul love’s travel brought. - - Soon trod we both the marble court, - And passed into a painted hall, - Most goodly wrought on roof and wall - With dreams, and golden mysteries - Of love and love’s rich histories - Wherein dumb thoughts of heart and brain - Took form and speech and breathed again. - - Natheless, ere we the end might win - Was hung a veil, fine-woven, thin, - But through the veil a fire glowed dim, - And faint-heard music soft did swim, - Till out of vague and murmurous tone - Rose up a voice to take its throne:— - - “Last night my lady talked with me, - As on a green hill, I and she - Sat close, where erst alone I stood - Beneath the dusk-leaved ilex wood. - - “The earth was gathered to her rest, - Sweet silence lay upon her breast, - Well nigh asleep, save that she heard - The wandering waters’ silver word. - - “The sun had kissed the earth’s dark lips - That grow so ruddy ere he dips, - Wine-coloured to his golden rim, - As purple evening pours for him. - - “Low stooped his head as he would drink, - Till out of sight we saw him sink, - And with his splendour in our eyes, - Full-orbed we watched the great moon rise. - - “Rose-tinged in the dim sky shone she - Like Venus from the opal sea, - So grew her glory in our sight, - Till in her face we saw love’s light, - - “Love’s light in hers, like flame on flame— - Yea, very Love in presence came, - Between the fires of moon and sun - He stood, like dawn ere night begun. - - “Clear-aureoled his golden head, - His eyes our burning hearts well read, - And in the sanctuary of my soul - I won of love the golden goal.” - - -ERRATUM. - -Page 33, line 5, _for_ “moon” _read_ “morn”. - - - - -[Illustration: ·THE·DIVIDING·GULF·] - - A GULF divideth Heaven and Hell - Whose depth no fathom line can tell; - A gulf is fixed between two souls - As cold and deep, which ever rolls - To hinder messengers of light, - Who else would wing in welcome flight, - With water from love’s living spring, - And peace to the tormented bring: - - But now if any will to pass - From hence to thence, alas! alas! - The gulf is fixed, they cannot go, - And all unaided lie in woe, - Sad souls unto their succour near, - And yet so far as though they were - Divided by an ocean plain; - And so thoughts die within each brain - That might in interchanging wed, - And fruitfulness and plenty spread - To clothe and crown the naked fields, - And give them bread for barren yields, - That waste beneath a sunless sky - Their empty ears, or, blighted die. - - But as when we have longed to greet - Some wished-for-one we never meet, - Their semblance still may please our eyes, - Their presence in our dreams arise; - So, though lone thoughts ne’er meet their kind, - Or, meeting in the darkness blind, - Know not they meet—falls there no flash - Upon the waters wide that wash - The silent shores of either mind, - And both by sudden pathway find? - Shines there no light we never sought - On all the ways of toil and thought— - A flash in momentary course, - Like lightning from an unseen source - That, in the trembling of a star, - Shows all world anear and far, - When in a flood of flame intense - The gulf is banished from our sense, - And in one moment, bridging space, - Two spirits stand as face to face. - - - - -[Illustration: ·THE·VALLEY·of·DELIVERANCE] - - -I - - SEA-BLUE infinitude of silent hills! - That fold, like waves that crested are and smooth, - The wide-spread vale that slowly eve instils - With misty lakes, and all thy summits sooth. - - -II - - In baths of amber light where melt and merge - The wandering purples into green and gold, - Athwart the slumbrous fields, and moorland verge - O’ersailed by slow cloud-shadows softly rolled. - - -III - - With alternations new and grateful change - Of burning tones to cool in magic show, - As oft the opalescent sea do range - Or in the sun-built arch transfused do glow. - - -IV - - O silent hills! ye hold a meaning more - Than speech; ye are not voiceless, O ye vales! - But eloquent of time and treasured lore - Of memory, and filled with untold tales. - - -V - - That well nigh dim my gazing eyes with tears, - Whereas they follow those familiar lines; - Dear as the features shaped by hopes and fears - On friendship’s face, oft read and sought for signs. - - -VI - - For dear to me the crags—the weather-worn; - The slopes of green, the waving woodland towers - Whose crested pageantry of leaves adorn - The shadowed graves of faded summer hours. - - -VII - - Full well I know the belts of larch that fringe - The dark verge of the lonely moor, which seems - The limit of the world, touched with the tinge - Of dying light, and burned with day’s last beams. - - -VIII - - And oft, as now, I pressed the purple bloom— - The heather-plumaged breast of this high moor; - And heard, as now I hear, the wandering boom - Of these winged gleaners of the honeyed store. - - -IX - - O well loved vale! For I am bound to thee - By subtle threads of thought that memory weaves; - Yea, sitting in thy shadow, Liberty, - Like dawn first knew I, opening life’s leaves; - - -X - - E’en then, when first I tasted of the tree, - And dayspring of new knowledge touched mine eyes, - That erst were sealed—as other books to me, - Until upon thy hills new light should rise: - - -XI - - Until my soul, new born, within this vale - Should learn of Nature in her age-worn book, - And strive, beyond the starry void, to scale - The dim unknown, or in truth’s glass to look - - -XII - - On life, and life’s dark mystery which broods - And clings, a shadow, to the sad-eyed world; - Born in the horror of primæval woods, - And in death’s cloud impenetrable furled. - - -XIII - - Beyond the gathering years since first I knew - Thee, happy vale, my yearning spirit reads, - Beyond night’s mist on thy horizon blue, - Where glow day’s embers, ere the night succeeds— - - -XIV - - The Legends rich of unforgotten time— - Azure, and white, and gray enfolded days, - That long have passed away, unto the chime - Of brief on lingering hours, their restful ways: - - -XV - - And, even now, clear imaged on my brain - Their semblance comes again—I see them move - In long procession slow, with joy or pain - Enrobed, with faces hid, and eyes of doubt or love: - - -XVI - - Until the day which died with yestern sun - Begins to merge in that unending line; - And soon her lingering sister will be one - For on her face the light has ceased to shine. - - -XVII - - So pass the days, with days unborn, to die, - And gather them to years in time’s swift pace, - But we would fain forecast futurity, - Or read fate’s rune upon the sky’s calm face. - - -XVIII - - And I could well believe that in the shade - Of this still vale the secret sign lies hid— - The secret that shall shape my life, unsaid, - As in a casket treasured with close lid; - - -XIX - - Mid fir-woods dark, or tumbled crags, unknown, - Or in brown deeps, where swift the river flows - Among tumultuous rocks, whence I have heard - Vague murmurings, ofttimes, beneath the boughs. - - -XX - - But silence with her finger locks the lips, - When stand we watching at Futura’s gate; - Though eager thought would climb, and climbing slips; - While, all unwatched, each hour doth carve our fate. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration: THE·UNKNOWN·SHORE·] - - -I - - THERE is no voice, there is no voice, - Or answer from the UNKNOWN shore: - Turn! turn again—there is no choice - But Life or Death—we know no more. - - -II - - Yet Thought in Art and Song awakes; - Still Hope doth speak, and Reason brings - New light to men, and Wisdom takes - Sweet comfort from most lowly things. - - -III - - Have loveliness or glory fled? - Hath Love or Beauty passed away? - Is poesy or fancy dead, - When light returns with every day? - - -IV - - Sweet Hope and Beauty cannot die, - Enshrined as one in heaven’s blue; - And still eternal as the sky - Is good, and knowledge ever new. - - -V - - And evermore rolls on the fight - Of good and evil by the sea; - But on the waters falls a light - From golden ages yet to be. - - -VI - - Hear how they cry from every side, - The voices from the deepening strife! - The fields are white, the world is wide; - Arise! take heart! take hope! take Life! - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration: THE·WEST·WIND] - - - WILD Wind! Thy tameless spirit lifts my mind— - Thou, all night long the troubled earth hast torn, - And tossed the stormy trees until the morn, - Which struggles now unto its noon, half blind - - With those wild locks which ye have cast across - The face of heaven, scarcely showing through - Her eyes between are still of stedfast blue, - And still look calm above the woods ye toss; - - As they were wrathful waves of that green main - From whence ye come, beyond the sunset’s grave, - To freshen on the sunburnt hills, and lave - The summer-thirsty fields with gracious rain. - - Hark! in the wood thy voice, a lion, roars! - Beneath thy breath upon the parchèd hill, - Shudders the wasted grass, and shrieketh shrill, - As though it feared thee: but thy spirit soars - - To lash the fossil waves of hill and dale - Ye may not move, yet melted make appear - Their solid sides, enrobed in rains ye bear - Across the valley like a falling veil. - - But, night or day, thy ceaseless song to me - Makes melody, and music wild and free, - And I rejoice to drink thy breath for ye - Do bring the sound and savour of the sea. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration: ·THE·NEW·LIGHT·] - - - AWAKE, O world! From thy long sleep arise! - For a new light breaks in reddening skies: - Shake off your rust-eaten fetters, ye slaves! - And claim the Freedom of winds and of waves: - Unwind! O unwind all the swathing clothes - Of bondage and ignorance, nations’ woes: - Break the dark might of enchantment’s spell, - Burst all thy bonds, and the chorus swell! - Kindle on every high hill a clear fire: - Plant in the cities, on tower and spire, - The banner of Freedom! Wide let it wave - Over sea and land, and over the grave - Of buried oppression, and chains decayed - Of tyrant’s power: till the ghosts shall be laid - Of fraud and violence, bloodshed and war: - And, burned in the flame of freedom’s fair star, - All wrongs shall be dust and ashes on earth— - Dead leaves from whose death shall spring a new birth - Which shall spread and grow like a fruitful tree, - And under its branches shall live the Free. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration: HYMN OF FREE PEOPLES] - - -I - - O KINDREDS! peoples strong! - That earth’s large arms enfold, - Against the powers that work ye wrong, - In common cause make bold. - - -II - - From North, from East and West; - Beneath the southern star; - In bonds of slavery opprest, - In cruel arms of war. - - -III - - From East, and South, and North; - From desert-cities shade, - From living tombs of toil, come forth, - Where rich man’s gold is made. - - -IV - - From North, from West, and East, - O starved and meagre-fed! - Be gathered to the equal feast - The earth for all hath spread. - - -V - - Beneath Life’s healing tree, - Truth’s fountain’s crystal flow, - Let all the Nations kindred be - The joy of life to know. - - -VI - - And let each soul rejoice, - Who in that meat is strong; - And, hunger stayed, let heart and voice - Be filled with a new song. - - -VII - - For Freedom like the sun - Hath risen on the world! - This hour a new age is begun— - A stainless scroll unfurled. - - -VIII - - Old things have passed away— - The curse of gold, and gore; - The Law of Love all peoples sway, - And war shall be no more. - - -IX - - No more to joyless toil - Shall Labour’s hands be chained; - No more shall Fraud have power to spoil - Man’s equal rights regained. - - -X - - One hope, one joy, one light, - United all men know; - And from all lands with gathering might - The voice of truth shall go: - - -XI - - And far and wide proclaim, - Defying tyrants’ ban, - Writ in all hearts, like tongues of flame— - The Brotherhood of Man! - - - - -[Illustration: ·TWELVE·SONNETS·OF·LOVE] - - -I - -LOVE’S SANCTUARY - - NO more I go to worship with the crowd - In Christian temples, pagan now to me, - No dim cathedral hears me pray aloud, - I sing no credo, as it used to be: - - Though kneeling not beneath the roof of Rome, - Or in protesting fanes, I have a shrine— - A holiest of holies—Love’s sweet home, - On whose white altar lies life’s bread and wine. - - There oft, in saddened times and weary hours, - To secret sanctuary do I flee, - Where one sweet presence soothes, like breath of flowers, - To whom their incense rises ceaselessly; - - For there, though not a Roman devotee, - Sweet virgin Mary I do worship thee. - - -II - -LOVE’S HERALDRY - - I GAVE to thee at parting, dear, a rose, - Encrimsoned with the hue of Love’s warm lips, - But yet it faded when compared to those - Wherefrom my soul unfailing honey sips. - - And thou didst plant it in the snowy lawn - Which veiled the purer treasures of thy breast, - As when we see o’er earth, by winter drawn - The white sky-covering in spotless rest. - - Warm gules on argent, like a blazoned field, - The hues of life and death in red and white— - A fair device for any knightly shield, - Nor needing motto to proclaim its might. - - Henceforth I bear it on my battle crest, - Till in thine arms from life’s alarms I rest. - - -III - -THE SOLACE OF LOVE - - IN my heart’s chamber cold in day’s white glare, - Sate Love disconsolate with tatter’d wings, - And brooding on the memory of lost things - That erst made glad those walls, so wan and bare. - - Came Hope then unto him and bade him look - Upon the brightness of the cloudless hours, - And on the buds of yet unopened flowers; - But Love, being blind, all blank was nature’s book. - - Sleep came to him, and would have brought him peace, - But dreams awoke Desire whose torturing flame - Made worse his case and left him agony: - Till one, with wreathèd brows, for his release, - Unto his fingers gave a stringèd frame, - And then Love wept, and sang his pain to thee. - - -IV - -PASSION MUSIC - - THE air grows faint within the shrine of Love, - And from his altar rose-leaves fall away, - As smoke of incense dims the dying day - That crimsons on the golden roof above: - But, slowly stealing, soon the organ plains, - With quiring voices in a tender song, - Which shakes my soul as with a tempest strong, - Still as the music rolleth on refrains. - - Now lifted light upon melodious wave, - My spirit rises on each beating wing, - That near unto the gates of bliss me bring; - Full soon cast down, and bowed by thunder-tones, - He falls upon the ground, and weeps and moans— - Such madness doth Love’s votaries enslave. - - -V - -LOVE’S ANCHORITE - - LOVE’S anchorite, within my lonely cell, - His breviary I learn you every day, - And Aves to my sainted Mary say, - As all my rosary I careful tell: - While on thy picture sweet my fond eyes dwell, - Or rapt upon thy treasured story pore, - Which, ending, leaves me yet to hunger more, - And still athirst to seek again the well. - - Yet all Love’s calendar I follow through, - And each fair day, where memory shows thy sign, - Keep holy unto thee in prayer and song; - So every season brings to thee its due; - But, while thy table’s set with corn and wine, - Fasting I keep Love’s Lenten-tide so long. - - -VI - -LOVE’S GARDEN - - IN my heart’s garden, winter dark and bare, - Love sought for flowers to make a wreath for thee, - Which, since the sun was gone, he scarce might see - In all the waste, and Time was gardener there, - Who yet a little bloom will hardly spare, - But with remorseless hand still prunes away, - And still his scythe he sharpeneth every day; - So Love was left with empty hands to fare. - - Till Hope had led him to a little well - That in this desert kept a joyful spot, - Made sapphire with the eyes of flowers Love knew, - As though from heavenly seed their harvest grew, - That soon into his reaping fingers fell - Which bring you these—sweet, sweet FORGET-ME-NOT. - - -VII - -LOVE’S SOLITUDE - - FILLED with the breath of Love, my soul knows change - Throughout its troubled region, day by day, - Still as the breaking fire upclimbs its way - From scarlet dawn, through fervent noon to range; - Until the fainting eve, grown wan and pale, - Swoons in the arms of close embracing night - That putteth forth her spells of dreamful might, - And sweet enchantments, till the starry veil - - Is cloven by the gleaming shafts of morn, - Ascending new with all his glittering train - To bring me peace, or strange tempestuous pain; - Or soft winds singing in the sacred grove - That keeps thy shrine, and where I talk with Love, - Watching the far-off sea whence hope is born. - - -VIII - -LOVE’S HOPE - - JOY, like the flashes of a fitful sun, - Falls on my storm-worn heart, and kindling, dies - In wandering gleams about the changeful skies, - Cloud-built with tempest towers, and wind-undone: - For winds make desolate the day begun - Wild on my path that climbs a bleak green hill, - Among the writhen thorns, oft traversed, chill - With the breath of March, until the ridge is won: - - Wherefrom I think to gain some hopeful sign, - As range mine eyes the saddened landscape round, - That keeps my soul’s white house, whence I return, - With thoughts that may not utterly repine, - But hearing even in the strong wind’s sound - The shout of coming spring which makes me burn. - - -IX - -LOVE’S DOUBT - - DOUBT, Hope, and Fear, all day within my breast - Have clanged in cruel war where none prevail, - Though their fierce cries have rent the sacred veil, - When in Love’s sanctuary I sought to rest. - - Since brazen morn awoke this wild alarm - So have they striven long with clashing swords - Of two edged thought—since fell the words - Upon my soul from herald lips of harm; - - Whose message strange a fiery hand imprest - In charact’ry that burns my mazèd sight: - Yet loud with iron hands they tear and smite, - But through the cloud of strife I see Hope’s crest - Rise loftier, and his voice above the rest - Grows calm and clearer with the falling night. - - -X - -LOVE’S GARLAND - - YOUNG Love with rosy wings came through a mead, - Whereon before the feet of spring had gone, - Along a slender brook that wound and shone - By stems made bright with blooms of fruitful deed. - He gathered as he went of such fair seed - As Spring upon her grassy ways had sown, - And in his fingers wove a garland crown - That faded not, or drooped or died for need. - - Full soon the stream had brought him to a space - Of orchard green, where maidens sweet were met - With Time’s frail gifts around his dial stone; - And, these among, thou sat’st in such sweet grace, - That, seeing thee, Love on thy dear head set - His magic wreath and crowned thee on my throne. - - -XI - -LOVE’S ARROWS - - I SAW young Love make trial of his bow, - In May’s green garden where he shot his dart, - Nor recked if any nigh beheld his art, - But other eyes did mark him as I know; - For my sweet lady sate anear his throw, - And I with her, and joinèd heart to heart, - So that we might not feel the bitter smart - Love leaveth there when time doth force us go. - - We heard Love’s arrows falling in the grass, - Or watched them quiver in the targe below; - Yet few to us came nigh, nor might they pass - Beyond our feet, which trembled when they came, - Whose hearts were not the quarry for his aim, - That in Love’s chase fell stricken long ago. - - -XII - -LOVE’S HARVEST - - I STAND to gaze across the years’ long fields - That have the tinge of Autumn, and their gold - Gathered by careful hours on lea and wold; - Rich spoils of time that he to Love upyields - Who yet amid fair corn his sickle wields, - Though harvest’s done, and summer groweth old: - Well-storèd barns, and orchards he doth hold - Whose wealth against the steely winter shields. - - Unto my feet the days, like full-eared sheaves, - Have fallen, one by one, time-bound and borne - To be the bread of Love through barren days; - E’en such dear heritage the sweet year leaves, - And life to live again Love’s night and morn - Whose light thou art, whose glory is their praise. - - - - -·PART·II· - -·LATER·POEMS· - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration: ·A·HERALD·OF·SPRING] - - - SWEET bird, what makes thee glad? - Beneath this sky so wan and sad, - And leafless poplars, thin and grey, - Bowed down before the wintry sway. - - What tuneful thought of days gone by - Doth make thee sing? Or knowest thou why - Thy soul is lifted up, sweet bird? - Or dost thou hear Spring’s voice, unheard - Of earth that sleeps, nor, dreaming, minds - The herald blast of trumpet winds - That make old Winter’s fortress quail, - And force him cast his coat of mail. - - What secret bower thy shape doth keep? - Close hidden by the buds that sleep; - Thy voice—the firstling bloom that blows— - Breaks joyful through the wintry boughs, - That bear thy song of promise, meet - For happy hours when lovers greet, - When every leaf-lorn tree shall bear - Flower, fruit, and song upon the air, - And summer’s choir is full, and gay - The soft winds on the sun’s feast-day. - - Sweet bird, as thou dost sing, my soul - Doth partly catch the speechless whole - Of joyful pain that lifts the wings - Of thy sequestered music—things - Remembered half, and half forgot, - Of sight, or sound, or sense begot, - Confused in love’s ambrosial streams, - And hidden in the house of dreams; - As frail sweet scent of flowers that hold - Past time and days in some book’s fold, - Which, when the leaves are turned again, - Doth warm, like wine, the wintry brain. - - O bird, thy heart doth sing in me, - I hear what thou dost hear—I see - Upon a high green land, untrod - Of men, upon the flower-wrought sod - The feet of Spring, and her bright throng - Break from the woods with shout and song; - Soft piping winds with pleasant cheer - Before her go, her path to clear, - Sweet maids come with her, and behind, - Light-footed as the lifting wind: - Some bear her canopy on high, - And warm gleams gild it from the sky; - Some strew with flowers the flower-strewn ground, - Some bind them garlands, some are bound, - And still, with all the happy rout, - Fleet little loves wind in and out; - Some hide in maiden’s fluttering weed, - And ply their pretty arts, nor heed, - While wilful gusts make sport, like them, - With mantle’s fold, and garment’s hem; - Or some, more bold, soft vengeance wreak - On lifting hair, and glowing cheek. - - But, scarce the wood hath set them free, - Some forceful sprite in winter’s fee - To snatch Spring’s garland would make bold, - Whom shrill the shrinking maids do scold, - Until the sun, their champion bright, - Doth drive aback the wintry knight, - Whose wild assault being overthrown, - Far in the woodland makes he moan, - And gentle Spring with all her train - Doth hold high court on earth again. - - - - -[Illustration: ·THOUGHTS·IN·A·HAMMOCK] - - - ROCKED as in some fairy boat, - By swift fancy set afloat, - ’Twixt the oceans, blue and green, - Of grass beneath, and sky serene, - Where the streams of dusk and day - Meet and mingle, far away, - On the universal tide, - Still with time and life to glide. - - Boat, that, pendent ’mid the trees, - Swingeth moored, yet sails the seas, - Stem and stern from east to west, - Bound upon an unknown quest, - Past the marge of night and day, - Blanched or strewn with starry spray; - By the oar-strokes of the blood, - Glides the shallop of my mood, - On the windings of the flood, - Shadowed by the summer wood, - Dusk with dreams yon leaves that play - With the falling blooms of May. - - Like the web the Fates do spin - Helpless man to cradle in— - Hung, with life, upon a thread, - Here I swing, and, o’er my head, - Maze of apples, boughs and leaves, - Meshed wherein, my thought enweaves - Tapestry, phantasmic, strange, - Shot with shifting dyes of change: - So my shallow bark and frail - Spreads a rich emblazoned sail, - Filled, as now the summer breeze - Fans my brain and stirs the trees, - Where, a hidden heart of fire, - Strives the moon in her desire - Still to pierce the leafy fret - Her celestial seat to get. - - Cynthia’s self that silver shape, - Boskage dark, she doth escape, - Long her gleaming body hid - Forth from its embraces slid, - Doth naked, glorious, emerge - Upon the lucent starry verge. - - Let me linger in the wood, - Hear the sound of pipings rude, - Watch the shapes of nymph and fawn, - Centaurs fleet across the lawn, - Satyrs brown, in rhythmic dance, - By the stream great Pan, perchance, - Hidden in the vocal reed— - All the happy antique breed. - - I would turn again the book, - Yet again to steal a look, - Back to where Time’s firstling ran— - Arboreal ancestral man: - Wooing shy his dusky mate, - Wild-eyed, half articulate: - In his rude canoe, askance, - See him poise his flint-tipped lance, - Flashing in the ardent noon - O’er the sedgy broad lagoon, - When Thames reeds the river-horse - Crushed in his unconscious force. - - Swinging on the pendent bough - Had he sweet content enow? - Basking in the primal sun - Recked he how his race should run? - How, for forest night of trees, - Cities spreading, dense as these, - Where the shade of gilded pride, - Starved and savage men, should hide - Human vampires, hawks and flies, - Gliding snakes and lustrous eyes, - Dainty beauty, plumaged fair, - Hollow masks for smiling care, - Hopeless toil that smileth not, - Misery, untold, forgot— - Where the throng of fashion flaunts, - Where, in dark unwholesome haunts, - Lurks a darker race, to prowl - Desert streets when night doth scowl, - Desert stoney streets, and bare, - ’Neath a strange electric glare, - Fiery eyed to track them down, - Homeless on the heartless town. - - Ah! could early man, or late, - Set his ways, or Nature’s, straight, - Who life’s stream doth careless pour, - Lets the cup brim o’er and o’er, - Who will drink, or, drinking, dream, - With the chosen skim the cream, - Struggle with the ravening swine, - For residue, or helpless whine, - Lazarus at Dives’ gate, - Dives at his feast of state, - Rising with a hungry heart, - As, one by one, life’s guests depart. - - Could we chain those monsters up - That on human lives do sup— - Shameless lust of rule and gold, - Lawless greed grown overbold, - Vice and drink with palsied hand - Riding down the joyless land— - Then, if humanity could be - From these, and other tyrants, free - To win its bread—to win, I wot, - Vine, and fig, and breathing plot, - Joy in work, and joy in leisure, - Love and art to fill life’s measure, - Force and fraud might vainly rage - To see, new born, the golden age. - - Sailing thus, as thought doth steer, - With the moon through cloud and clear, - Fancy flutt’ring at the prow, - Sirens singing soft and low, - From the opal shores and streams, - Where they dye the cloth of dreams— - From the present and the past - Have I touched the land at last! - Voyaging the world around - Yet anchored still to English ground. - - June, 1884. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration: ·THE·SIRENS·THREE] - - -[Illustration] - - -THE SIRENS THREE - -DEDICATORY SONNET - -TO - -WILLIAM MORRIS - - THE Mage of Naishapur in English tongue - Beside the northern sea, I, wandering, read, - With chaunt of breaking waves each verse was said, - Till, storm-possessed, my heart in answer sung; - And to the winds my ship of thoughts I flung, - And drifted wide upon the ocean dread - Of space and time, ere thought and life were bred, - Till Hope did cast the anchor, and I clung. - - The Book of Omar saw I limned in gold, - And decked with vine and rose and pictured pause, - Enwrought by hands of one well skilled and bold - In art and poesy and Freedom’s cause— - Hope of humanity and equal laws— - To him and to this hope be mine enscrolled. - - -[Illustration: ·THE·SIRENS·THREE] - -I - - LOST on a sleepless sea, without avail - My soul’s ship drifted wide, with idle sail - And slow pulsating oars, that night’s blue gulf - Beat noiselessly to Time’s recurring tale. - - -II - - The rolling hours like waves broke, one by one, - Upon the tide of thought time’s sands outrun, - And cloudy visions hovered o’er my bed, - Piled to the stars, full soon like cloud undone: - - -III - - As, like the wan moon through her fleecy sea, - My spirit clove their rack unceasingly, - And struck at last upon an unknown ground, - More still than sleep, more strange than dreamlands be. - - -IV - - The echoes of lost thoughts wild music made, - Like Sirens, heard above the winds that played, - Above the rhythmic waves’ tumultuous tone, - Upon the hollows of that coast decayed. - - -V - - Yea, on the strand they stood, the Sirens three— - No More, and golden Now, and dark To be, - Whose vocal harps are love, and hope, and grief; - To these they sang, and waved their hands to me. - - -VI - - Who thence, unto the shore, escaping, clung, - As from the dread insatiate ocean’s tongue - That lapped the barren sand, and evermore, - Above its vain recoil, the Sisters sung. - - * * * * * - - -VII - - Prone on that unknown land, outcast, forlorn, - My soul lay; watching for the eyes of morn; - As from a dying universe adrift, - A naked life—to what dim world new born? - - -VIII - - All former things had passed, the sea’s salt tears - From Youths’ frail ship had washed false hopes and fears, - And relics, treasured once, bestrewed the sand, - Wrapped in the clinging weed the seamaid wears. - - -IX - - The bodies of lost Faith and Love, outcast, - Spurned by the waves, and clinging to the mast, - Were flung upon the shore, mid drift and wreck,— - Time’s fragile shells, which frailer lives outlast. - - -X - - As at the world’s end left, the last of men, - Or ere the first was sphered, beyond his ken, - Was I, mid tumbled kosmic fragments cast— - A babe at play within a mammoth’s den: - - -XI - - Mid bones of power extinct, and its lost prey, - With shreds and shards of unknown primal day— - The formless Future, and the Past forgot, - The broken statue, and the sculptor’s clay. - - -XII - - The blue-breast bird of space his fan outspread, - And shook the starry splendour o’er my head— - A wood of eyes that wonder at the world, - Glassed in the world’s eyes’ wonder, scanned and read: - - -XIII - - Each burning orb that did the sky emblaze - Upon my spirit lone cast piercing gaze; - World beyond world enringed, and suns aflame - Shot from night’s spangled cloud their storm of rays. - - -XIV - - As doth the glass to one bright point intense - Draw the sun’s fervour to our shrinking sense; - So, on my soul, the concentrated fire - Of countless suns that moment did condense. - - -XV - - My brain, an instant’s Atlas, seemed to bear - The Universe immense, and all its care; - For thought’s frail arms intolerable weight, - Since Nature’s triumph still is Man’s despair. - - -XVI - - Untilled, unknown, the trackless regions spread - Which Thought, belated wanderer, doth tread, - Where, like river flashing through the night, - The milky way its myriad star-foam shed. - - -XVII - - Cast from what vital source—what teeming brain? - By blind persistent force—from fiery rain? - Suns, moons, and stars, transmuted, globed, and hung— - The dew of Space upon its blue campaign: - - -XVIII - - Trod by the feet of Time, as he doth go, - A labourer night and morn to reap and sow— - Who counts the glittering drops—the spheres that fall, - Or marvels they should hold such weight of woe? - - -XIX - - Each drop a desert, or a battle-ground - Of life in its arena ringed around, - Where without quarter wears the endless war, - Till Death the hunter slips his famished hound. - - -XX - - Here, circling with the horses of the sun, - Man’s fateful race from day to day is run; - Bound in this narrow ring—his crown, his grave - Still as the world for each is lost or won. - - * * * * * - - -XXI - - Then, like a homeless one, my spirit turned - For shelter ’neath the roofless void, and—spurned - From the star-desert to the stony one— - Scanned the dark waste where yet no hearth fire burned: - - -XXII - - But through the veil of night, around me there, - Rose towering shapes clothed in the voiceless air, - Like kings enthroned amid their powers’ decay— - Statue, and ruined shrine, and temple bare: - - -XXIII - - Dolmen, and sphinx, and Greek or Gothic fane, - The shattered caskets of man’s winged brain, - Whose flight hath left them empty, desolate, - Sublime in ruin on the crumbling plain. - - -XXIV - - The perished bodies frail that once did house - His restless soul, and heard his sacred vows - To his own likeness, dressed in speech or stone, - Ere he forswore them for some fairer spouse. - - -XXV - - He sought for Truth, and cried, “Where dost thou dwell?” - Ten thousand tongues replied, but none could tell: - They held their peace, and then the stones did cry— - “Lo! Truth sits naked by the wayside well.” - - -XXVI - - She sitteth naked since they drove her out - From Babel of the Creeds to wastes of Doubt; - There hath she wandered long in dens and caves, - Through Custom’s winter, and through Reason’s drought. - - -XXVII - - They would have cloaked her as a shameful thing; - Force brought her chains, and Fraud a marriage ring, - But Truth, affrighted, fled the market place - Where lies were coined in gold, and Craft was king. - - -XXVIII - - And still she flies from sacred fount, and school, - When man defiles, or doth his kind befool; - And still they wait, the halt, the lame, the blind, - Though Truth, the angel, troubleth not the pool. - - -XXIX - - A wandering spirit in this street of tombs, - I sought her yet who still to travel dooms, - From hostel unto hostel o’er the waste, - Her votaries the fitful lamp illumes. - - -XXX - - But ere the dawn stood trembling at night’s gate, - Dark as the night, I reached a portal great, - Wide to the homeless wind, defaced and bare, - While yet it spake of power, and antique state, - - -XXXI - - Of pillared hall and chambers large and fair, - Which Thought and Art had carven and made rare, - As life by life was laid with stone on stone, - Or flowed through marble veins the beams to bear; - - -XXXII - - And flowered aloft in capital and frieze, - As roof and wall high rose with years’ increase; - Withal did slow decay still gild and stain, - Or like a stealthy robber climbed to seize. - - -XXXIII - - Strange lights from windows glared, and stranger sound - Of mingled mourners’ grief and revel round— - Sad discords from a world’s disorder wrung— - With music broke upon the desert bound. - - -XXXIV - - A fountain in the forecourt sullen slept, - One wintry tree beside it, wind beswept, - And shorn of its last leaves, which strewed the stone, - Like one above the water, drooped and wept. - - -XXXV - - And at the threshold, on the shattered stair, - In raiment sad one sate as cloaked in care; - There, too, her sister shape in vernal green, - The lintel old did hang with garlands fair. - - -XXXVI - - “Who,” then I would have cried, “art thou that weep? - And why with mourning festal garlands heap? - Why thus, though kindred, are your hearts in twain! - O Sisters weird this magic house who keep? - - -XXXVII - - “This magic house, so fair, so disarrayed, - What god, what demon first its foundings laid? - Who thus its treasure to Oblivion casts, - Still hungering at the gate but never stayed?” - - -XXXVIII - - And I was answered ere my thought found tongue, - As pealing from the gate their voices rung, - Like wailing harp and voice together heard; - With ear intent upon their speech I hung. - - -XXXIX - - “Let no man ask, but he who doth not shrink - To stand at gaze upon thought’s giddy brink, - Where breaks the endless sea, and ebbs and flows - The tides of life and death that Time doth drink. - - -XL - - “Time’s very house is this, his daughters we, - Ruin and Renovation, thou dost see, - That sweep or garnish, and its chambers fit - For grief or joy, or whatso guests may be. - - -XLI - - “Pillared and roofed it is with nights and days, - And windows gemmed in gold, or azure space, - Its table spread, with earth’s, for fast or feast, - Between Birth’s gate and Death’s where all find place. - - -XLII - - “Close curtained both with mystery and pain, - O’erwrought with costly tears, and heart-hued stain, - And Love the windows dim hath painted o’er - With dreams of dear delight, that wax and wane - - -XLIII - - “From morn to eve, as through the glowing glass - His vital sun transfigures, as they pass, - Those visionary joys, and hopes, and fears - That mask Life’s face—a dream itself, alas!” - - -XLIV - - But ere they ceased a fairer one forth came, - With cup of welcome and with torch aflame, - In floating raiment soft, and radiant hair, - And thus she sang, each captive sense to claim:— - - -XLV - - “Dream on, O soul, or sleep and take thy rest, - The feast is spread however late the guest; - Let passion drug the cup with secret fire, - Till torturing thought be slain on pleasure’s breast. - - -XLVI - - “Where all are masked thy mask shall be thy face, - Call for the best life gives, and take thy place - At Time’s long hostel board; cast off thy care, - And rest you merry in dame Fortune’s grace. - - -XLVII - - “Vex not thy soul until the reckoning day, - Though life be but the least thou hast to pay; - Stand not too late on pleasure’s foaming brink, - Nor yet, with sightless eld, outsit the play. - - -XLVIII - - “Time is thine host, and, ere the day grows old, - To thee his story strange he shall unfold, - Writ in a half-obliterated scroll, - But pictured fair, and graven deep—behold!” - - * * * * * - - -XLIX - - As though a new Pandora raised the lid, - And let life’s mystery escape unbid, - Broke sudden on my sight a wonder show, - As through the portal dark I gazed, close hid: - - -L - - E’en like as one who sits expectant, dumb, - At gaze before some world’s proscenium, - When rolls the curtain from the painted stage, - To see life’s play,—Past, Present, and To Come; - - -LI - - The drama of the earth before me rolled, - The war of good and evil, new and old, - The fight for very life, for space, for air, - The sum and cost of Being, still untold. - - -LII - - Since when Time’s brooding bird did patient sit - Upon her spherèd egg—the world, to wit, - Potent with life, in ocean, earth, and air, - Ere ever faun or flower did people it: - - -LIII - - Since when from countless germs life’s tree did grow - From writhing worms about its roots below, - From dragon-shapes that clasp its fossil stem, - To bear love’s fruit, and human flowers arow. - - -LIV - - Where Thought’s winged kind among its branches dwell, - Still fertilized by Beauty’s potent spell; - Cast and re-cast in Nature’s supple mould, - Through death and change, and birth’s transforming cell. - - -LV - - ’Twas pictured here—with boughs outspread thro’ space, - Blossomed with stars upon the sky’s swart face, - With globing worlds for fruit, that cool or glow - As night and day, like leaves their shadows chase. - - -LVI - - Out of the dream of ages, sleeping fast, - Out of the dim and unrecorded past, - Out of the caverns of uncounted time, - In life’s dark house Man saw the sun at last. - - -LVII - - Inhuman Man, late come unto the birth, - Wrapped in the swathing bands of mother Earth, - Long his descent, his pedigree obscure, - To his inheritance of strife and dearth. - - -LVIII - - As from the ground the earth worm crawls to light, - Speechless and blind, from antenatal night - Man rose on earth, the bitter strife began— - Man rose on earth, and craft did conquer might: - - -LIX - - Since cruel Nature, careless of her child, - Left him an outcast on the worldly wild, - Cradled in space, and serpent-swathed in time, - And rocked to sleep by death, or dream-beguiled. - - -LX - - I saw him in his cradle at the first, - With beasts and savage passions, rudely nursed, - To snatch uncertain life from Nature’s hand, - Niggard or prodigal, through best and worst; - - -LXI - - He blindly bore the burden of his day - With his dumb kindred of the primal clay, - Whence drew his blood brute instincts, fiery lusts, - That waste his substance still, and tear and slay. - - -LXII - - A babbling child he sits upon Time’s sand, - To the mute sky he cries, he would command; - Heedless he plays with serpents and with fire, - With life—a toy in his unconscious hand. - - -LXIII - - Yet hath he held it from that early day, - Though Death did ever plot to snatch away, - And snared his tottering steps with dangers thick, - Prowling in countless shapes beside his way. - - -LXIV - - Sore was the strife, and little was life’s boon - Between the toiling sun and wasting moon, - With lurid pleasures fierce, and horrid rite, - Blind day outworn, the long long sleep won soon. - - -LXV - - Still Nature, prodigal, did cast his seed - O’er frozen sea, or burning zone, to breed— - Where hand or foot could cling, or heart could beat— - Man’s kind on earth, since sprung to flower, or weed. - - -LXVI - - The rod of Want, the school of bitter Need, - Taught him Life’s letters, still so hard to read: - Use gave him skill, and skill new sense to use, - He bent the bow, he bade the ploughshare speed. - - -LXVII - - Bread for his body and his soul he sought, - Raiment to cloak him from the cold he bought - Of ruthless nature, toiling brain and hand; - Past all the gates of death his race he brought. - - -LXVIII - - Lo! infant Thought and Art, Man’s children fair, - First tottering from the cave, his primal lair; - Babes in the world’s wood wandering, to and fro, - To touch man’s sordid heart, and lift his care. - - -LXIX - - Since the first hunter graved his dirk and horn, - Or in the shepherd state was music born— - When Song lay dreaming in the whispering reed, - Ere she discoursed unto the golden morn. - - -LXX - - Born of life’s travail, Virtues, sweet, benign, - Grew like fair daughters of a race divine— - The pillars of Man’s house, before whose rod - Evil and Good, as twisted snakes, untwine. - - -LXXI - - But to his roof had fled pale palsied Fear, - The child of Death and Night, but fathered there, - And nursed by Ignorance beside the hearth - To cloud his house with all her mystic gear. - - -LXXII - - Demon and fetish painted she to scare, - And veils against the light did weave and wear; - Yea, Art and Thought, man’s firstlings, fain would bind - From birth to serve her will, her yoke to bear. - - -LXXIII - - So Man, held hand and foot, a slave behold - Between the soldier-king and priest of old; - By force and fraud bound fast as by two chains— - How long, O Man, how long shall they thee hold? - - -LXXIV - - “How long?” again I cried,—but Silence kept - Her finger on the lips of Hope: still slept, - Like clouds upon the mountains, dreams untold, - And Freedom on the tomb of ages wept. - - -LXXV - - Yet, like a watcher by a beacon fire, - Amid the lurid gloom and shadows dire, - Wrapped in the cloak of darkness, fold on fold, - I marked through flames portentous shapes aspire. - - * * * * * - - -LXXVI - - Slow streamed the progress vast of human kind, - Out of the primal dark I watched it wind, - Like a full river gleaming towards the sun, - Crested with light, but lost in mists behind. - - -LXXVII - - I saw the towering crests of ancient state - Arise and pass, and bow themselves to fate: - Captors of men bound still to conquering Time, - And in their triumph drawn to death’s dark gate. - - -LXXVIII - - Colossal Egypt on her car rolled by, - Dragged by her crowd of slaves, with lash and cry; - Who now, a slave herself, is bought and sold, - And buried in the sand her pride doth lie. - - -LXXIX - - Athens, supreme, with burnished helm and spear, - In art and arms and wisdom shining clear, - To other hands hath passed the lamp of life, - And weep the muses o’er her sculptured bier. - - -LXXX - - There, clothed as with a robe with power and pride, - Great Rome upon her triumph car did ride - Over the necks of nations and of men, - Unto whose broken wheel still souls are tied. - - -LXXXI - - All these I saw, as on time’s painted page - The figure of man’s life from age to age - Was figured, like his life of years and hours, - And glassed his face—an infant or a mage. - - -LXXXII - - In boyhood bright beneath the Grecian sun, - I saw him stand, intent his race to run— - To touch the golden goal of thought and art, - And daring all man since hath dared or done. - - -LXXXIII - - The apple of his life to Beauty’s hand - Freely he gave, and she so dowered his land, - That still that fond world takes it for her glass, - And gazes, leaving knowledge and command. - - -LXXXIV - - In youth a mystic shadow o’er him fell: - He touched the lover’s lute beneath the spell; - He fought, a knight-at-arms, for lady’s grace; - He prayed a monk austere in haunted cell; - - -LXXXV - - Till Nature roused him from his dreams again, - And Reason broke the chains which bound him then; - New knowledge, power, and beauty filled life’s cup, - And rolled the round world to his manhood’s ken. - - -LXXXVI - - Yet old before his time he sits, out-worn - With words and wars, upon the seat of scorn; - Weary of life’s vain round, love’s fruitless chase, - False fortune’s whirling wheel, fame’s empty horn. - - -LXXXVII - - For here, in living shape and semblance, shone - The passions and the powers man’s soul hath won - Through all his ages, like the starry signs - Where through life’s year revolves the sleepless sun. - - -LXXXVIII - - The pattern and the form of thoughts untold; - The book of being wrought in runes of gold; - The twisted net that holds all gain and loss - The birth-clothes cover, or the shroud doth fold. - - -LXXXIX - - The moving tapestry of human date, - Where lives for threads are crossed in love or hate, - Between the narrow beams of dark and day— - Time’s shifting loom, the toil of threefold fate. - - -XC - - At their eternal task the sisters dread, - Who spin and weave and shear the slender thread - With all its dyes, that doth sustain and fill - This tangled web from pole to pole outspread. - - -XCI - - The arras that doth clothe the house of Time, - Stained with the hues of all man’s bliss and crime:— - The chequered pageant of the changing earth - Still through its folds doth ever sink and climb: - - -XCII - - Along the street of days and nights where rolls - The world’s car onwards and its throng of souls, - Like captives in a conqueror’s triumph chained— - Compelled by fortune’s wheel that none controls. - - -XCIII - - The glittering triumph of youth’s golden dreams, - And ardent manhood in the zenith, beams - Of love, and fame, and power that guides the car, - And slow-pulsed eld still warmed in their last gleams. - - -XCIV - - Masqued with the masquers in that endless race - The hours go by at grief’s or passion’s pace, - And cloaked alike in poverty or pride, - Through all life’s masks death shows his ashen face. - - -XCV - - The shadow clinging to the feet of life, - As unto day doth cleave his silent wife— - Sower and reaper in the self-same field— - Twin spirits folded in immortal strife. - - -XCVI - - There good and ill, brothers and bitter foes, - Do strike the balance of man’s joys and woes; - And in the traffic of the world’s exchange - Oft ill as good, and good as evil goes: - - -XCVII - - Two knights that battle for Truth’s painted targe, - With flashing spears upon time’s river marge, - Where, like the rushing waters, rise their steeds, - And crash together in tremendous charge. - - -XCVIII - - Their broken harness lies upon time’s plain, - Their wars’ receding tide doth cast the slain, - As shifts the battle ground from age to age, - And earth its grim memorials retain. - - -XCIX - - These things I marked, as in a moving show - Before mine eyes life passed thro’ gloom and glow— - The trappings and the garniture that decked - This house of shadows still from room to room. - - * * * * * - - -C - - Man was; man is; but who shall count the gain, - Or measure out the sum of all life’s pain? - So to the play my thought made interlude, - And still to fate’s sad music sang refrain. - - -CI - - Man is, but who can count his being’s cost? - Who metes the water from the pitcher lost? - The squandered corn upon the sower’s path? - Cast in time’s scale hath good or ill the most? - - -CII - - Each out of Babel answers for himself, - As justice he doth love, or gilded pelf: - Who in the school of ignorance should read - Truth’s tattered book on thriftless nature’s shelf? - - -CIII - - Unlettered children, hopeless to the task, - And dumb before life’s riddles, still we ask; - But labour, sole, is answered—patient thought, - And science still doth nature make unmask. - - -CIV - - Ah! what is life?—A coin but stamped and cast - Into time’s treasury, counted, weighed, and pass’d, - Staked in the fateful race for weal or woe, - And, gold or silver, changed for lead at last? - - -CV - - While dread Necessity, great Nature’s nurse, - Who rules man’s way for better or for worse, - Still watching by death’s bed and birth’s doth sit - To pour life’s blessing or to brand its curse. - - -CVI - - Between the flickering lamps of day and night, - Cloaked in her age-worn mantle care-bedight, - Behold her shape, inexorable, vast— - Blind arbitress o’er changeling wrong and right: - - -CVII - - Who pain, and bliss, and passion, hope, despair, - Casts in life’s cup, she, cunning, mixes fair, - And gives, as to a babe, man’s helpless lips, - Drawing delicious poison unaware. - - -CVIII - - Then what is life? Well might we ask again— - A spirit from the cup that fills the brain - With teeming images of love and power, - And high desires ’tis impotent to gain? - - -CIX - - Protean life which man doth vain pursue - From youth’s green meads to age’s mountains blue— - The painted fly a breathless child doth chase— - Through all its changing shapes to change but true: - - -CX - - This quivering bubble, dyed with every stain - Of splendour and of passion, why in vain— - Ah! why?—It sails the summer air— - An iridescent moment lost in rain? - - * * * * * - - -CXI - - But still the cup is passed swift as of yore, - As life each new come guest doth pledge and pour - The priceless wine into the fragile glass, - Once to the brim filled up, and filled no more. - - -CXII - - Some drink with eager thirst; some waste their store, - Or drop by drop still watch it shrinking sore; - Some, ere the vital juice hath passed their lips, - The frail cup shatter on the marble floor. - - -CXIII - - Yet high the feast-tide rolled, and those who fell - Few missed, nor empty long their place did dwell, - For great the press is at earth’s table round, - And still new streams that company doth swell. - - -CXIV - - Ah! bitter was the strife, and hot the breath, - Of envy, hate, their smiling masks beneath, - And baleful fires I saw in beauties’ eyes, - And rosy ensigns veiled the cheek of death. - - -CXV - - While grovelled for the crumbs a famished crew, - As starvèd hounds for what man careless threw, - On wastrel bread and refuse fain to feed, - Or none, as deadlier their struggle grew. - - -CXVI - - For very life at all too dear a cost - As slaves these toiled, while those as counters tost - Their lives for gold, or gold for lives exchanged, - Indifferent, so they did win, who lost. - - -CXVII - - For those the roses, and for these the rue, - In man’s unequal measures paid undue: - Some murmured loud, some patient bore their fate— - The poor were many, and the rich were few. - - -CXVIII - - Most weary of the sordid throng I grew, - And thence a little space apart withdrew, - Weary of life, that it this thing should be, - Nor other lot for man that hope foreknew. - - -CXIX - - So to the portal dark I turned again, - And there, as at the first, the Sisters twain— - She who the fruitless garland hung aloft, - She on the shattered stone that wept in vain. - - -CXX - - But in the forecourt flashed the fountain’s stream, - The wintry tree beside its glittering beam - Bore now a cloud of blossom, red and pale, - As if bright spring had touched it in a dream. - - * * * * * - - -CXXI - - Alone I stood in that still house of Time, - All swept and bare it was as at the prime, - And but the sea-wind peopled it with sighs, - And, heard afar, the slow waves’ measured chime. - - -CXXII - - I saw Time’s shape colossal rising stark - Against the endless waves, receding dark - Beneath a rising dawn that never rose - Upon the sea, where yet would Hope embark. - - -CXXIII - - Yea! Hope arose and drew the painted veil - Of things that are, and furled it like a sail, - And on her gilded prow I stood at gaze - On golden sands beyond the morning pale. - - -CXXIV - - And from the face of Earth were drawn away, - Like clinging mists that do obscure the day, - The shadows and the fears which have oppressed - Her children long beneath their baneful sway. - - -CXXV - - As new created in her sculptured sphere, - I saw her rise again translucent, clear, - Robed in the kindling splendour of the sun, - Renascent from the sea of crystal air, - - -CXXVI - - That limpid broke on her rejoicing shore, - Where life’s reviving stream welled evermore - From Nature’s fount, through teeming veins that bred - Man’s countless kin from one redundant core. - - -CXXVII - - I saw the dragons slain of lust and greed, - Of gold and power, that waste to serve their need - Poor human lives; and till earth’s fruitful fields - With fire and sword, and bloody vengeance breed. - - -CXXVIII - - No more the nations armed did lie and wait, - Like bandits fierce, to spoil and desolate - What each did hold most dear—no dogs of war - At tyrant’s beck, let loose to maim and bait. - - -CXXIX - - No peoples blind by blinder leaders led - Into the pit of shame, or daily fed - Like swine on empty husks and sophistries, - And frozen custom giving stones for bread. - - -CXXX - - No selfish castes in internecine strife - Fought like the beasts to win a worthless life; - No ruthless commerce cheapened hope and health, - Or held to slavish throats starvation’s knife. - - -CXXXI - - No rights usurped, against the common good - Breathed out defiance, and the claims withstood - Of labour and of life, where all by labour lived: - No bonds were there but bonds of brotherhood. - - -CXXXII - - No temple-gloom obscured the lucent skies, - Nor incense fume of faith’s dead sacrifice, - No baneful toil made cities desolate - With hellish smoke at morn and eve to rise. - - -CXXXIII - - No morbid anchorite with famished creed - Would man persuade to sell his nature’s need - Of joy—no fevered dream of future fate - Would snatch life’s brimming cup, his human meed. - - -CXXXIV - - Not there blind dogma flung the bitter fruit - Of discord, burning red, or hate uproot - The flower of innocence, or fraud beguiled, - Or force laid iron hands on man and brute. - - -CXXXV - - I saw regenerate Man, as stainless, free— - A child again on mother Nature’s knee; - His wistful eyes did scan the starry spheres, - His hand outstretched to life’s new-flowering tree. - - -CXXXVI - - The Ages kneeling at his feet did bear - The treasure of their thoughts in caskets rare— - The fire-tried gold of science, and the lore - Of wisdom, bought with costly toil and care. - - -CXXXVII - - The thoughts each moment from the quivering brain - That spring like flames, or, born with labour pain, - Embodied there I saw—quick thronging spirits fair - From whose inwoven wings light fell like summer rain. - - -CXXXVIII - - And each in hand did bear the emblems bright - Wherein do art and poesy delight, - And mysteries of science, hid in time, - Her wands of power and globes of knowledge-light - - -CXXXIX - - For, more than men, lives Man, through death alive; - Slow moves the progress vast, still cry and strive - New hopes, new thoughts for utterance and for act, - And Use, and Strength, and Beauty yet survive. - - -CXL - - Yea, beauty’s image graven on the mind - Beats with the pulse of life, in life enshrined; - Irradiant she moves in love’s own flame, - And joy with her, and the sweet graces kind. - - -CXLI - - Like Venus flashing from the lucent sea, - Or, from the earth, the flower Persephone; - She that was buried, lo! is born again, - And time her resurrection brings to be. - - -CXLII - - Daughter of earth yet is not mortal she, - Though time hath shook the blossoms from her tree, - Her spring returns, her summer and her fruit, - And Art by her hath Immortality. - - * * * * * - - -CXLIII - - I saw, I heard no more, for sleep, like rain - Fell soft at last upon my restless brain; - For Sleep in all the pageant made the last, - And with her poppies swept mine eyes again: - - -CXLIV - - Yea, far upon her wings then I was borne - All dreamlessly till, like a dream, the morn - Broke on my sense and sight, and swift and loud, - Day, like a hunter, blew his golden horn. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration: ·FLORA’S·FEAST· ·A·MASQVE·OF·FLOWERS] - - - THE sullen winter nearly spent, - Queen Flora to her garden went - To call the flowers from their long sleep, - The year’s glad festivals to keep: - And one by one each making bold - Their silken vesture to unfold, - And peeping forth to meet the sun, - The long procession is begun:— - - The snowdrops, first upon the scene, - White-crested braved King Frost’s demesne: - - The little Crocus reaches up - To catch a sunbeam in his cup: - - The Daffodil his trumpet blows, - And after spring a-hunting goes: - - Anemones rode out the gale, - Frail wind-flowers fluttered, red and pale: - - The Violet and the Primrose dame, - With modest mien but hearts a-flame: - - Green kirtled from the brooklet’s fold, - The rustic maid Marsh Marigold: - - The “Lady smocks all silver white” - The milkmaids of the meadows bright, - - Where shining Buttercups abound - Among the Cowslips on the ground. - - Here, Lords and Ladies of the wood, - With shaking spear and riding hood: - - Black knight-at-arms, the white-plumed Thorn; - In pomp the Crown Imperial borne. - - While Tulips lift the banner red, - Or fill their cups with fire instead: - - Sweet Hyacinths their bells did ring, - To swell the music of the spring. - - With blazoned pennons from each spear - The Iris and the Flag appear: - - Sweet masking May, in white or red, - Her snowy cloud of blossom spread: - - And Chaucer’s Daisy, small and sweet— - “Si douce est la Margarete.” - - The little Lilies of the Vale, - White ladies delicate and pale. - - Great Peonies in crimson pride, - And budding ones in green that hide: - - Fair Columbines that drew the car - Of Venus from her distant star: - - And Love’s own flower, the blushing Rose, - The Queen of all the garden close: - - And Roses from the hedgerow wild, - Behind their thorns that faintly smiled: - - And from the cressy brook’s green side, - “Forget-me-Not,” a small voice cried. - - Here stately Lilies pale and proud, - In vesture pure as summer cloud; - - Or, burning like an orange flame, - With torches borne aloft they came. - - The Monk that wears the Hood of blue, - The Belles of Canterbury, too: - - Wide Oxeyes in the meads that gaze - On scarlet Poppy heads ablaze: - - Ere Evening Primrose lights her lamp, - A beacon to the garden camp: - - When Lilies of the Day are done, - And sunk the golden westering sun: - - Fresh Pinks cast incense on the air, - In fluttering garments fringed and rare. - - Their cousin from the corn in blue; - Corn Marigold of golden hue. - - The fond Convolvulus still clings, - The Honeysuckle spreads his wings: - - The Hollyhock his standard high, - Rears proudly to the autumn sky: - - The blazing Sunflower, black and bold, - Burns yet to win the sunset’s gold, - - That, reddening on the Triton’s spear - Foretells the waning of the year: - - When Lilies, turned to Tigers, blaze - Amid the garden’s tangled maze; - - Where still in triumph, stiff with gold, - The rich Chrysanthemums unfold; - - Ere doth the floral pageant close - With one last flower—a Christmas Rose. - - - - -[Illustration: ·FROM·HELLAS·HOMEWARD·] - - - FROM sea to sea our steamer glides, - The Adriatic laves her sides, - Her engines, deep pulsating, beat, - A throbbing heart of fire and heat; - Its freight of human hearts to bear - With good and ill as time doth wear. - Still changeful as the changing seas - Beneath the wayward winds’ increase, - Or like the bird that eastward flies, - Our thoughts fare backward with our eyes - Which still the blue Ægean holds; - Round Grecian isles its cincture folds, - Where on Sunium falls the light, - And carves anew the columns white; - Where the gulf of Nauplia fills - The sculptured sides of Argos’ hills; - And through their gates thrown back do show - Fair gardens rich and trees arow, - Where yet in waking dreams one sees - The Apples of Hesperides, - With but the gleaming scales between - Of water in the sunsets’ sheen. - - Past the twinkling lights that show, - Like stars to mock celestial glow, - And light us back to antique ground— - To Tiryn’s buried ruins found, - And Agamemnon’s house of old, - With treasures of Mykenæ’s gold, - Where stands the lion-guarded gate, - To keep the city’s shattered state, - Among the lonely hills forgot - Of ages long, as it were not. - Hill and dale dissolving glide, - As the winged wheels swiftly slide, - By Nemæan crags that still - The legendary echoes fill. - Or by Corinth’s fortressed steep, - And shattered temple, still that keep - The record of her ancient fame, - Her glory past into a name. - - What oracle from Delphi hear? - What message from Apollo bear? - Speaks no more the god of light? - Doth he no word to men indite? - Yea, day by day his arrows’ flight - Behold! Dividing dark and bright, - Till they strike Athena’s fanes— - Still upon the rock she reigns, - Though, alas! Her house of state, - Empty is, and desolate: - Fair still her shrine of marble shines, - Whenas the sun-like moon defines - With opal lights and shadows blue - That well nigh build the temple new, - Which day by day o’erlays with gold - As in the sun’s bright flame of old. - Many a morn and eve have we - Watched him rise and set at sea, - His foaming steeds with tossing crests - Turn fire the watery way they breast, - Where dolphins leaping drive the spray - Before them in their wanton play. - What if the ancient gods no more - Are seen of men on sea or shore? - What if a sterner creed and cold - Did drive them from the Temple’s fold? - Or pride of rule, or curse of gold, - With wasting care that makes youth old, - Do blind men’s eyes to all save gain, - And beauty pleads with them in vain? - Though greed would all the earth degrade - And see the world a market made, - And drive the peasant from his soil, - And lay the yoke of hopeless toil - Upon the millions seeking bread, - To art and love and beauty dead; - Not all has gone while these have hold - In some true hearts not bought and sold. - - Though fallen, Aphrodité’s shrines - Still through the opal wave she shines, - Or, veiled in light doth sail the blue - Where breaks the foam in iris hue; - And still from dangerous rocks is heard - The siren’s song Odysseus feared, - Far wandering from his sea-girt home - In Ithaca across the foam. - The same stars shine above his head - As watch us on our rocking bed; - As turned his thoughts to child and wife, - And homestead dear, and pleasant life; - So, tossing on the houseless seas - Sweet thoughts of home our hearts do please. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration: - - ·RONDEAUS· - ·RONDELS· - & - TRIOLET· -] - - -RONDEAU—BEYOND THE VERGE - - BEYOND the verge of night dost sigh - To watch the glow of reddening sky, - While sleep the worldlings wrapt in grey - Of mist and dreams that round them play - In semblance of reality? - - Thought’s craggy cliff is steep to try, - That walls the future, yet Hope’s eye - Doth catch the breaking beacon ray - Beyond the verge. - - Now gleam and glance in gold array - Bright vanes on towers that meet half-way - Like spears and torches held on high, - And flashing as the wind sweeps by— - The herald’s fleet of that new day - Beyond the verge. - - -RONDEAU—THE OLD AND NEW - - THE Old and New together meet, - Around the world, across the street, - As neighbours, side by side, that grew; - As friends, or foes, as false or true, - Whose tale the heedless hours repeat. - - Two stems entwined to part and greet, - From one root springing, bitter-sweet - With flower and fruitage, seed to strew, - The Old and New. - - Since, serpent-twined, their knowledge knew - The heart of man, between the two, - With clinging hands and winged feet - He stands the sport of Time’s deceit, - The parti-coloured shield in view— - The Old and New. - - -RONDEAU—ACROSS THE FIELDS - - ACROSS the fields like swallows fly - Sweet thoughts and sad of days gone by, - From Life’s broad highway turned away, - Like children thought and memory play, - Nor heed Time’s scythe though grass be high. - - Beneath the blue and shoreless sky, - Time is but told when seedlings dry - By love’s light breath are blown like spray - Across the fields. - - Now comes the scent of fallen hay, - And flowers bestrew the foot-worn clay, - While summer breathes a passing sigh, - As westward rolls the day’s gold eye, - And Time with Labour ends his day - Across the fields. - - -RONDEAU—IN LOVE’S DISPORT - - IN love’s disport, gay bubbles blown, - On summer’s winds, light-freighted, flown;— - A child intent upon delight - The painted spheres would keep in sight— - Dissolved too soon in worlds unknown. - - Lo! from the furnace mouth hath grown - Fair shapes, as frail, with jewelled zone - Clear globes which fate might read aright - In love’s disport. - - O frail as fair! Though in the white - Of flameful heat with force to fight, - Art thou by careless hands cast down - Or killed—when frozen hearts disown - The children born of love of light - In love’s disport. - - -RONDEAU—WHAT MAKES THE WORLD - - WHAT makes the world for you and I? - A space of lawn a strip of sky, - The bread and wine of fellowship, - The cup of life for love to sip, - A glass of dreams in Hope’s blue eye. - - So let the days and hours still fly, - Let Fortune flout, and Fame deny, - With feathered heel shall fancy trip— - What makes the world? - - The wealth that never in the grip - Of blighting greed shall heedless slip— - When bought and sold is liberty: - With worth of life and love gone by, - What makes the world? - - -RONDEAU—SEED-TIME - - THE field is wide, broadcast the seed - Of human hope and human need, - As, to and fro, from end to end, - The furrows of the world ye wend - Its legioned hungry mouths to feed. - - Though lowering o’er the landscape bend - The brows of winter, rains descend, - And tempest sowings whirlwinds breed, - The field is wide. - - Sowing, ye shall reap indeed - Golden grain, or grisly weed, - Or dragon’s teeth, that in the end, - Perchance, in golden ears depend, - Sunward, as our path doth lead, - The field is wide. - - -RONDEAU—A SEAT FOR THREE - -WRITTEN ON THE PANELS OF A SETTLE - - A SEAT for three, where host and guest - May side by side pass toast or jest; - And be their number two or three - With elbow-room and liberty, - What need to wander east or west? - - A book for thought, a nook for rest, - And meet for fasting or for fest, - In fair and equal parts to be - A seat for three. - - Then give you pleasant company, - For youth or eld a shady tree; - A roof for council or sequest, - A corner in a homely nest, - Free, equal, and fraternally, - A seat for three. - - -RONDEL—WHEN TIME UPON THE WING - - WHEN Time, upon the wing, - A swallow heedless flies, - Love-birds forget to sing - Beneath the lucent skies: - - For now belated spring - With her last blossom hies, - When time, upon the wing, - A swallow heedless flies. - - What summer hope shall bring - To wistful dreaming eyes? - What fateful forecast fling - Before life’s last surprise - When Time upon the wing, - A swallow heedless flies? - - -RONDEL—THIS BOOK OF HOURS - - THIS Book of Hours Love wrought - With burnished letters gold, - Each page with art and thought - And colours manifold. - - His calendar he taught - To youths and virgins cold— - This Book of Hours Love wrought - With letters burnished gold. - - Love’s priceless book is bought - With sighs and tears untold - Of votaries who sought - His countenance of old— - This Book of Hours Love wrought - With letters burnished gold. - - -TRIOLET - - IN the light, in the shade, - This is Time and Life’s measure; - With a heart unafraid, - In the light, in the shade, - Hope is born and not made, - And the heart finds its treasure - In the light, in the shade— - This is Time and Life’s measure. - - - - -[Illustration: SONNETS] - - -AT SHELLEY’S GRAVE - -WRITTEN IN THE PROTESTANT CEMETERY, ROME, APRIL 11, 1872 - - TREAD softly! Here the heart of Shelley lies: - His grave a garden ’neath the cypress wood, - Stirred with the tongues his spirit understood, - And spake in deathless song that vivifies - Men’s souls made heavy with the sad world’s cries, - Still where the darkness hides the dragon brood - Of evil, and while yet innocent blood - Is shed, and truth and falsehood change their dyes. - - Thy voice is heard above the silent tomb, - And shall be heard until the end of days, - While Freedom lives, and whatsoever things - Are good and lovely—still thy spirit sings, - And by thy grave to-day fresh violets bloom, - But on thy head imperishable bays. - - -THE VOICE OF SPRING - - I HEARD the voice of Spring—I saw her look - Out of the naked wood, and, on the green, - Traced the frail pattern of her steps unseen, - Toward Winter’s house which he this day forsook: - There she hath turned the leaves of Time’s sad book, - Seeking the songs, well-nigh forgotten clean - By faltering birds in Winter’s dark demesne, - O’erborne by bitter winds that none may brook. - - Art thou so near! And we still all unmeet - To give thee welcome? Due with service clear - From dull world’s slavery, and sordid taint, - The soil and rust of cities, spirits faint— - O fill us with new life, and give us cheer, - Whom life’s best gifts—Art, Love, and Freedom greet. - - -A DAY IN EARLY SPRING - - THOU art the bride of Light, most glorious morn! - Issuing to meet thy lord—thy crystal gate - Flung wide by flame-winged hours—where he doth wait - Till from thy face the æthereal veil be torn: - Clothed in white splendour and thy train upborne - By silken handed airs in fluttering state, - With piping minstrels, joyful in thy fate, - And still, before thee heard, Spring’s herald horn. - - Thy silver feet have touched the sparkling grass, - Where flowers are stars of light from heaven’s blue dome - Dropt in the noiseless night to pave thy floor: - So, like a splendid vision, thou dost pass - Between the pillars of the sun’s bright home, - Drawn in Time’s pageant to return no more. - - -A NIGHT IN MAY - - FROM eve’s lit casement turns reluctant day, - A lingering lover—dreaming of delights - Unseen, unknown, with summer scents and sights - Scarce whispered through the modest green of May— - Who yet beneath the dusk would kiss and play, - With mingled softness of mysterious lights, - With hidden sweets the silent hour requites, - Ere from the west he sinks to night away. - - But on the still grey eve what glory breaks! - A glowing sphere between the trembling trees, - As though the wondering world returning sees - A silvern sun a softer day that makes, - Ere this departs and his last song doth cease - With his last breath that night’s enchantment takes. - - -ILLUSIONS - - I STOOPED to drink of Life’s enchanted stream, - From fair green meads and flowery marge of youth, - Athirst for love, for fame, and sight of truth, - And, dreaming as I drank, all life did seem - Fair as the pageant of a lover’s dream, - That hides the grim and sordid world uncouth; - Till Time and change came by that know not ruth, - And grief was left to watch Hope’s flickering beam. - - So from the bitter world I turned again, - To work, to sleep; but as in sleep I lay, - Truth touched me, and Hope said to me, “Arise!” - Whom, waking, I beheld as visions vain - As dream-beguiled one looks with clouded eyes - Upon the breaking morn, nor knows it is the day. - - -ON THE SUPPRESSION OF FREE SPEECH AT CHICAGO - - WITH stifled voice who crieth from the West, - Where sinks the ensanguined sun of Freedom, erst - That spread her stainless wings, and sheltering nurst, - From out all lands, the hunted and opprest? - America! shrink not from thy new guest; - For liberty was thine for best and worst: - How should her seed upon thy land be curst - Till her false friends as traitors stand confest? - - Doth Freedom dwell where ruthless Kings of gain, - Like stealthy vampires, still on Labour feed, - Still free—to toil or starve on plenty’s plain? - Then what of Labour’s hope—the will to be - Equal, fraternal, knowing want nor greed, - Shrined in a peoples’ heart when states are free? - - June, 1886. - - -FREEDOM IN AMERICA - - WHERE is thy home, O Freedom? Have they set - Thine image up upon a rock to greet - All comers, shaking from their wandering feet - The dust of old world bondage, to forget - The tyrannies of fraud and force, nor fret, - Where men are equal, slavish chain unmeet, - Nor bitter bread of discontent to eat, - Here, where all races of the earth are met? - - America, beneath thy banded flag - Of old it was thy boast that men were free - To think, to speak, to meet, to come and go. - What meaneth then the gibbet and the gag - Held up to Labour’s sons who would not see - Fair Freedom but a mask—a hollow show? - - Oct. 7, 1887. - - -TO THE PRISONERS OF LIBERTY - - JOHN BURNS AND R. B. CUNNINGHAM GRAHAM, WHO SUFFERED - FOR A BRAVE ATTEMPT TO MAINTAIN THE RIGHT OF FREE - SPEECH AND PUBLIC MEETING IN TRAFALGAR SQUARE. - - WHAT robe of honour doth the prison hide, - What glory lines its stony cell and bare, - That, erst its tenants, forth in triumph fare? - Bondsmen for Freedom, and the right denied - By fraud and force, in legal mask that bide, - Alike on Irish ground, or London’s square, - With violent hands on those, henceforth to bear - The crest of battle on the people’s side. - - What! must ye learn the lesson still so late - That they who suffer for the common good - Stone walls confine not, and no chain doth hold, - Blind Tyranny? Whom these, like men, withstood: - Whose tenfold force flings back the iron gate, - Whose names upon the reddening morn are scrolled. - - February 22, 1888. - - -REMINISCENT - - THROUGH seas of light above the opal blue - Across the Adriatic sped our ship, - Her long wake trailing towards the ocean’s lip, - Far from the isles of Greece; in our fond view - A vision bright that all our thoughts embue; - Which from the Book of Days may never slip - But in the golden haze of memory dip, - And its fresh youth continually renew. - - It was my fortune late to tread upon - The marble stairs of Athens’ sacred steep, - To see its columned gate in moonlight sleep - Beneath the shadow of the Parthenon, - Fair still in ruin, though well Time might weep - For Pallas fallen and her glory gone. - - -OF HELLAS DEAD - - MID wrecks of Hellas dead in marble state, - Whose relics whiten still Ægean’s shore, - Gold treasuries of kings, Art’s precious ore, - Cast up by Time’s slow waves to us so late: - It reached me then these things to meditate— - How fell such pillared state, how lost its lore? - What palsy touched the hand, what ate the core - Of ancient life—why Hellas met such fate? - - And so methought of nations now that sail - Upon the wings of commerce and of gold, - With new-found force electric, iron and steam, - To yoke fierce Nature’s neck; shall these avail - To save us, or our toil-wrung wealth redeem, - If Freedom fair, and justice loose their hold? - - -TO THE HAMMERSMITH CHOIR - - SWEET voices broke my sleep on Christmas morn; - Clear through the moonlit air their anthem rung, - Of human hope and fellowship that sung, - A mass for souls not dead but yet new born, - A herald blast on Freedom’s silver horn, - At dayspring on the brooding darkness flung, - With tidings of new joy in tuneful tongue, - The marching song of workers travel-worn. - - As one in dreams I heard, and wondering rose; - E’en as the shepherds’ marvelling of old - To hear the angels quiring, and my blood - Quickened to catch at last their stirring close, - And so my heart took hope and courage good - In thought of days to be in time untold. - - Xmas, 1888. - - -RENASCENCE - - ART, once an outcast in a wintry land, - Far from the sun-built house where she was born, - Did wander desolate and laughed to scorn - By eyeless men who counted gold like sand: - Nor any soul her speech would understand— - A friendless stranger in the city lorn, - Toil-grimed and blackened with the smoke upborne - Of human sacrifice of brain and hand. - - Then Art, aweary, laid her down and slept - Beneath an ancient gate, and dreaming, smiled, - For Hope, like spring, came full of tidings good; - And Labour, huge and free, and Brotherhood - Led her between them like a little child - In time new born, to glad new life that leapt. - -[Illustration] - - -[Illustration: CHISWICK PRESS:—C. 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Macmillan and -Co., whom I have to thank for permission to reprint it -with the others here.</p> - -<p>“Flora’s Feast,” with coloured designs of the flowers -to each couplet, has been published as a Christmas book -by Messrs. Cassell and Co., at whose consent it re-appears.</p> - -<p>I regret there should have been any delay in the appearance -of the book, which has been owing to the illness -of the engraver who had charge of some of the blocks.</p> - -<div class="sig"> -<span class="smcap">Walter Crane.</span><br /> -</div> -<div class="unindent"> -<small>April, 1891.</small><br /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[vi]</a><br /><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 442px;"> -<img src="images/i-007.jpg" width="442" height="143" alt="Pandora opening large box" /> -</div> - -<h2>CONTENTS</h2> - - - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Part I.</span></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2">EARLIER POEMS.</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"> </td> -<td align="right"><small>PAGE</small></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Invocation</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="smcap">The City of Love</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="smcap">The House of Dreams</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Love’s Labyrinth</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Dividing Gulf</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Valley of Deliverance</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Unknown Shore</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="smcap">The West Wind</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="smcap">The New Light</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Hymn of Free Peoples</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[viii]</a></span><span class="smcap">Twelve Sonnets of Love</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"> </td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Part II.</span></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="center" colspan="2">LATER POEMS</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Herald of Spring</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Thoughts in a Hammock</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Sirens Three</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Flora’s Feast</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_129">129</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="smcap">From Hellas Homeward</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_133">133</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Rondeaus</span>:</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Beyond the Verge</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_139">139</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">The Old and New</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_140">140</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Across the Fields</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_141">141</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">In Love’s Disport</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">What makes the World</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_143">143</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Seed Time</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_144">144</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">A Seat for Three</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_145">145</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Rondels:</span></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">When Time upon Wing</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_146">146</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">This Book of Hours</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_147">147</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Triolet</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_148">148</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Sonnets:</span></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">At Shelley’s Grave</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_151">151</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">The Voice of Spring</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_152">152</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">A Day in Early Spring</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_153">153</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">A Night in May</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_154">154</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Illusions</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_155">155</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[ix]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">On the Suppression of Free Speech at Chicago</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_156">156</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Freedom in America</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_157">157</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">To the Prisoners of Liberty</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_158">158</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Reminiscent</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_159">159</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Of Hellas Dead</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_160">160</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">To the Hammersmith Choir</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_161">161</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="left"><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Renascence</span></span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_162">162</a></td> -</tr> -</table> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 210px;"> -<img src="images/i-009.jpg" width="210" height="185" alt="decoration of man crouched down" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[x]</a><br /><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[xi]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 452px;"> -<img src="images/i-011.jpg" width="452" height="149" alt=" LIST OF DESIGNS" /> -</div> - - - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustrations"> -<tr> -<td align="right">No.</td> -<td align="left"> </td> -<td align="left"> </td> -<td align="left"> </td> -<td align="left"> </td> -<td align="right"><small>PAGE</small></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">1. </td> -<td align="left" colspan="3">Frontispiece </td> -<td align="left"><i>Engraved on wood by Arthur Leverett</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">2. </td> -<td align="left">Dedication</td> -<td align="left"><i>Heading</i></td> -<td align="left" class="btrb" rowspan="2"> </td> -<td align="left" rowspan="2"><div class="hang1">—<i>Photo-engraved by Emery Walker and W. Boutall</i></div></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">3. </td> -<td align="center">”</td> -<td align="left"><i>Tail-piece</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_iii">iii</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">4. </td> -<td align="left">Contents</td> -<td align="left"><i>Head.</i></td> -<td align="left" class="btrb" rowspan="2"> </td> -<td align="left" rowspan="2"><div class="hang1">—<i>Engraved on wood by Arthur Leverett</i></div></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">5. </td> -<td align="center">”</td> -<td align="left"><i>Tail.</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_vii">vii</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">6. </td> -<td align="left">List of Designs</td> -<td align="left"><i>Head.</i></td> -<td align="left" class="btrb" rowspan="2"> </td> -<td align="left" rowspan="2"><div class="hang1">—<i>Photo-engraved by Emery Walker and W. Boutall</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_xi">xi</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">7. </td> -<td align="center"><span class="spaced">””</span></td> -<td align="left"><i>Tail.</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_xiii">xiii</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">8. </td> -<td align="left">Part I. </td> -<td align="left"><i>Title device</i></td> -<td align="left"> </td> -<td align="left"><div class="hang1"><i>Engraved on wood by Arthur Leverett</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">9. </td> -<td align="left">Invocation</td> -<td align="left"><i>Head.</i></td> -<td align="left" class="btrb" rowspan="2"> </td> -<td align="left" rowspan="2"><div class="hang1">—<i>Engraved on wood by Arthur Leverett</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">10. </td> -<td align="center">”</td> -<td align="left"><i>Tail.</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">11. </td> -<td align="left">The City of Love</td> -<td align="left"><i>Head.</i></td> -<td align="left" class="btrb" rowspan="2"> </td> -<td align="left" rowspan="2"><div class="hang1">—<i>Photo-engraved by Emery Walker and W. Boutall</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">12. </td> -<td align="center"><span class="spaced">””</span></td> -<td align="left"><i>Tail.</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">13. </td> -<td align="left">The House of Dreams</td> -<td align="left"><i>Head.</i></td> -<td align="left" class="btrb" rowspan="2"> </td> -<td align="left" rowspan="2"><div class="hang1">—<i>Engraved on wood by Arthur Leverett</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">14. </td> -<td align="center"><span class="spaced">””</span></td> -<td align="left"><i>Tail.</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_30">30</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[xii]</a></span></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">15. </td> -<td align="left">Love’s Labyrinth</td> -<td align="left"><i>Head.</i></td> -<td align="left" rowspan="2" class="btrb"> </td> -<td align="left" rowspan="2"><div class="hang1">—<i>Photo-engraved by Emery Walker and W. Boutall</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">16. </td> -<td align="left">The Dividing Gulf</td> -<td align="left"><i>Head.</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">17. </td> -<td align="left">The Valley of Deliverance </td> -<td align="left"><i>Head.</i></td> -<td align="left" class="btrb" rowspan="2"> </td> -<td align="left" rowspan="2"><div class="hang1">—<i>Photo-engraved by Emery Walker and W. Boutall</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">18. </td> -<td align="center"><span class="spaced">””</span></td> -<td align="left"><i>Tail.</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">19. </td> -<td align="left">The Unknown Shore</td> -<td align="left"><i>Head.</i></td> -<td align="left" class="btrb" rowspan="2"> </td> -<td align="left" rowspan="2"><div class="hang1">—<i>Photo-engraved by Emery Walker and W. Boutall</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">20. </td> -<td align="center"><span class="spaced">””</span></td> -<td align="left"><i>Tail.</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">21. </td> -<td align="left">The West Wind</td> -<td align="left"><i>Head.</i></td> -<td align="left" class="btrb" rowspan="2"> </td> -<td align="left" rowspan="2"><div class="hang1">—<i>Photo-engraved by Emery Walker and W. Boutall</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">22. </td> -<td align="center"><span class="spaced">””</span></td> -<td align="left"><i>Tail.</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">23. </td> -<td align="left">The New Light</td> -<td align="left"><i>Head.</i></td> -<td align="left" class="btrb" rowspan="2"> </td> -<td align="left" rowspan="2"><div class="hang1">—<i>Photo-engraved by Emery Walker and W. Boutall</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right"> </td> -<td align="left" colspan="2"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">(Tail-piece No. 7 repeated.)</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">24. </td> -<td align="left">Hymn of Free Peoples</td> -<td align="left"><i>Head.</i></td> -<td align="left"> </td> -<td align="left"><div class="hang1">—<i>Photo-engraved by Emery Walker and W. Boutall</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">25. </td> -<td align="left">Twelve Sonnets</td> -<td align="left"><i>Title device</i></td> -<td align="left" class="btrb" rowspan="2"> </td> -<td align="left" rowspan="2"><div class="hang1">—<i>Engraved on wood by Arthur Leverett</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">26. </td> -<td align="left">Part II. </td> -<td align="left"><i>Title device</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">27. </td> -<td align="left">A Herald of Spring</td> -<td align="left"><i>Head.</i></td> -<td align="left"> </td> -<td align="left"><div class="hang1">—<i>Photo-engraved by Emery Walker and W. Boutall</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">28. </td> -<td align="left">Thoughts in a Hammock</td> -<td align="left"><i>Head.</i></td> -<td align="left" class="btrb" rowspan="2"> </td> -<td align="left" rowspan="2"><div class="hang1">—<i>Photo-engraved by Emery Walker and W. Boutall</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">29. </td> -<td align="center"><span class="spaced">”””</span></td> -<td align="left"><i>Tail.</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">30. </td> -<td align="left">The Siren’s Three</td> -<td align="left"><i>Title device</i></td> -<td align="left" class="btrb" rowspan="4"> </td> -<td align="left" rowspan="4"><div class="hang1">—<i>Photo-engraved by Emery Walker and W. Boutall</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">31. </td> -<td align="center"><span class="spaced">””</span></td> -<td align="left"><i>Dedicatory</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">32. </td> -<td align="center"><span class="spaced">””</span></td> -<td align="left"><i>Head.</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">33. </td> -<td align="center"><span class="spaced">””</span></td> -<td align="left"><i>Tail.</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_128">128</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">34. </td> -<td align="left">Flora’s Feast</td> -<td align="left"><i>Head.</i></td> -<td align="left"> </td> -<td align="left"><div class="hang1"><i>Photo-engraved by Emery Walker and W. Boutall</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_129">129</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[xiii]</a></span></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">35. </td> -<td align="left">From Hellas Homeward</td> -<td align="left"><i>Head.</i></td> -<td align="left" class="btrb" rowspan="2"> </td> -<td align="left" rowspan="2"><div class="hang1">—<i>Photo-engraved by Emery Walker and W. Boutall</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_133">133</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">36. </td> -<td align="center"><span class="spaced">””</span></td> -<td align="left"><i>Tail.</i></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">37. </td> -<td align="left">Rondeaus, &c. </td> -<td align="left"><i>Title device</i></td> -<td align="left"> </td> -<td align="left"><div class="hang1"><i>Engraved on wood by Arthur Leverett</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_137">137</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">38. </td> -<td align="left">Sonnets</td> -<td align="left"><i>Title device</i></td> -<td align="left"> </td> -<td align="left"><div class="hang1"><i>Photo-engraved by Emery Walker and W. Boutall</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_149">149</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td align="right">39. </td> -<td align="left">Pegasus</td> -<td align="left"><i>Colophon</i></td> -<td align="left"> </td> -<td align="left"><div class="hang1"><i>Engraved on wood by Arthur Leverett</i></div></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_163">163</a></td> -</tr> -</table> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 236px;"> -<img src="images/i-013.jpg" width="236" height="227" alt="peacock" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> - - - -<h2 class="faux">PART I. EARLIER POEMS</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 411px;"> -<img src="images/image001.jpg" width="411" height="393" alt="PART I. EARLIER POEM" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a><br /><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2 class="faux">INVOCATION</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 454px;"> -<img src="images/image003.jpg" width="454" height="180" alt="INVOCATION" /> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">O</span> SOUL of souls, awake! Lift up thine eyes</div> -<div class="verse">To meet the dayspring, till their spherèd skies</div> -<div class="verse">Flash answering light to pierce the clinging veil</div> -<div class="verse">Of mists and shadows of the night grown pale.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Renascent, leave the tombment of thy bed,</div> -<div class="verse">Though rich with painted love of legend dead,</div> -<div class="verse">And gilded with the gold of hallowed time,</div> -<div class="verse">And dim with dreams and darkness of the prime.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O joy of Man, arise! Behold Time brings</div> -<div class="verse">Deliverance for thee, and thoughts’ swift wings</div> -<div class="verse">Are dyed afresh in iris hues of Hope</div> -<div class="verse">Who paints for thee, by her creative scope,</div> -<div class="verse">New heaven in earth renewed before thy sight,</div> -<div class="verse">With golden fields unreaped and fresh delight</div> -<div class="verse">Of flower, and fruit of no forbidden tree,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span>Where Life is Love, and blooms sweet Liberty.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O Bride of Light! Like Aphrodite rise</div> -<div class="verse">From rosy waves of morn that crystallize</div> -<div class="verse">Thy sacred image in their mirror, smooth</div> -<div class="verse">As sculpture of the shining limbs they soothe;</div> -<div class="verse">And clothe thyself in pureness like the sun,</div> -<div class="verse">With lily lawn and blue of heaven, spun</div> -<div class="verse">From spotless fields of interstellar space—</div> -<div class="verse">A seamless shrine to keep thy inward grace.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Put on thy broidered robe, thy bride’s attire,</div> -<div class="verse">Put on thy glory, and the jewel fire</div> -<div class="verse">Of fearless thought, nor let thine handmaids spare,</div> -<div class="verse">All grateful tribute from the sweet and fair</div> -<div class="verse">To deck thy loveliness, and make appear</div> -<div class="verse">The fullness of the beauty thou dost wear:</div> -<div class="verse">But let no crown thy golden head dethrone</div> -<div class="verse">Except the coronal of wisdom’s own.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fare forth, fair Bride, and from thy chamber come,</div> -<div class="verse">Lo! they are waiting who shall lead thee home:</div> -<div class="verse">The winged procession of the eager Hours,</div> -<div class="verse">Before thy feet to pave the way with flowers;</div> -<div class="verse">The Daughters of the Year, the Seasons Four,</div> -<div class="verse">Have decked the happy earth with sun and shower;</div> -<div class="verse">Each joyful mouth, each blissful day is swift</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span>To bring unto thy feet its treasured gift;</div> -<div class="verse">The Sisters Three, who plough, and sow, and reap,</div> -<div class="verse">Still gather thee Time’s grain in growing heap,</div> -<div class="verse">From golden age to golden age to be;</div> -<div class="verse">Their dreamful faces rapt in prophecy</div> -<div class="verse">Of veiled futurity’s potential hour</div> -<div class="verse">Where Fate prepareth thine immortal dower.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Arise, sweet soul! Arise, and take thy throne,</div> -<div class="verse">Upbuilt in ages long by stone on stone—</div> -<div class="verse">The human spirit’s still aspiring stair</div> -<div class="verse">Whose marble feet were laid in toil and care,</div> -<div class="verse">And washed with tears, and worn in eager quest</div> -<div class="verse">Of false and fleeting phantoms, seeking rest.</div> -<div class="verse">But now thy feet are fledged and would aspire</div> -<div class="verse">To climb the summit of thy hope’s desire,</div> -<div class="verse">High where in sculptured walls and towers rise</div> -<div class="verse">Her architecture, white in azure skies,</div> -<div class="verse">Tinged with the fire of dawn above thy head—</div> -<div class="verse">Ah! there, fair soul, thy marriage feast is spread.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And there, with Wisdom still, and Knowledge clear,</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet counsel shalt thou take, and without fear,</div> -<div class="verse">For Love will give thee law, and Love shall be</div> -<div class="verse">Thy chancellor and rule equality.</div> -<div class="verse">No sceptre shall thy white right hand e’er hold</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span>But sacred Freedom, brighter than the gold</div> -<div class="verse">Of kingships, and blessing by the power</div> -<div class="verse">That crowns life’s magic staff with bud and flower:</div> -<div class="verse">Nor be thy sister hand forgotten sole,</div> -<div class="verse">The while her slender fingers do control</div> -<div class="verse">The world’s large heart, and in its compass found</div> -<div class="verse">The wealth of all the universe embound.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And thou shalt open the eternal reign</div> -<div class="verse">Of Justice; while fair Peace, with all her train,</div> -<div class="verse">Shall sow the earth with blessings and impart</div> -<div class="verse">New joy and skill to men in Craft and Art;</div> -<div class="verse">To gather from all shores the scattered gems</div> -<div class="verse">With beauty’s pearls to deck thought’s diadems:</div> -<div class="verse">And Poesy shall fill thy courts with song,</div> -<div class="verse">And Commonwealth the ocean gateways throng</div> -<div class="verse">With white-winged messengers from all the lands</div> -<div class="verse">And tidings glad shall join the nation’s hands,</div> -<div class="verse">From riches and from penury set free,</div> -<div class="verse">And from the last dread link of slavery;</div> -<div class="verse">And eke from tyrant sword, and tyrant gold,</div> -<div class="verse">And priestly nightmare that the soul doth fold.</div> -<div class="verse">There Giant Labour in his strength new-found,</div> -<div class="verse">Rejoicing, shall go forth to break new ground,</div> -<div class="verse">One brotherhood with Art and Knowledge clear;</div> -<div class="verse">To bridge the gulf of space and bring men near;</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span>With fruitful brain and hand to bring new birth</div> -<div class="verse">Of Titan forces to subdue the earth,</div> -<div class="verse">And from the willing hands of nature draw</div> -<div class="verse">New benefits, and, owning but her law,</div> -<div class="verse">Out of her treasury things tried and true,</div> -<div class="verse">In human faith and hope to build anew</div> -<div class="verse">Man’s shattered house, and paint his storied wall</div> -<div class="verse">For Life and Love, a heritage for all.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> -<img src="images/image007.jpg" width="300" height="298" alt="decoration" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2 class="faux">·THE·CITY·OF·LOVE·</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 489px;"> -<img src="images/image008.jpg" width="489" height="196" alt="The City of Love" /> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">A</span>BOUT the time when garlanded green May</div> -<div class="verse">At Summer’s threshold casts her blossom crown,</div> -<div class="verse">Time bore me on his wingèd wheels away,</div> -<div class="verse">Out of the joyless city where I lay,</div> -<div class="verse">From smoke-dimmed streets whose dusky skies disown</div> -<div class="verse">The day-god’s glorious face, serene that shows</div> -<div class="verse">This day of days, to reign in his fair house,</div> -<div class="verse">Cloud-built, and white, and interspaced with blue,</div> -<div class="verse">Above the green earth’s fields that I did pass,</div> -<div class="verse">Bearing ungathered harvests in their grass</div> -<div class="verse">Of star-bright flowers, and every magic hue</div> -<div class="verse">Born of the hours, and of the kindling zone</div> -<div class="verse">Sun-cast o’er wandering mead and upland lone,</div> -<div class="verse">That now on every hand mine eyes did fill,</div> -<div class="verse">As went the wheel whirl’d with the fiery will.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And always, as the changeful landscape spread</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span>Mead beyond mead, and furrow’d ridge and tree,</div> -<div class="verse">And traversed road, and bridge, and woodland lea;</div> -<div class="verse">Me seemèd as a chart my life to see,</div> -<div class="verse">What was, and is, and that which is to be,</div> -<div class="verse">As dark and bright the region’s face I read.</div> -<div class="verse">Nor yet I stay’d at all, but still with Time</div> -<div class="verse">Fled by, and onward many leagues, until,</div> -<div class="verse">About the height of day the wheel was still,</div> -<div class="verse">About the hour it was ere noon should chime,</div> -<div class="verse">And I look’d forth and saw dim-pointed spires,</div> -<div class="verse">Like flames, arising from a golden mead</div> -<div class="verse">Which burn’d with all the yellow crowded fires</div> -<div class="verse">Of shining cups that fill the fields of May:</div> -<div class="verse">Whereby a city fair mine eyes had heed,</div> -<div class="verse">Verged round with bowery close, and willows grey</div> -<div class="verse">Shading the silent water’s secret way,</div> -<div class="verse">Girdling the quiet town with cluster’d reed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thence rose no surge of men, or sound of strife,</div> -<div class="verse">But smoothly glode the even hours of life,</div> -<div class="verse">Told by the sweet-tongued bells in tuneful towers;</div> -<div class="verse">And in the streets there moved the breath of flowers,</div> -<div class="verse">And incense, such as riseth after showers</div> -<div class="verse">Upon deep gardens, hiding in their bowers</div> -<div class="verse">The inmost heart of sweetness.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 16em;">Still my way</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span>Drew on, between high-window’d walls and old,</div> -<div class="verse">That to the street an ancient story told,</div> -<div class="verse">With solemn mien unto Life’s changing day,</div> -<div class="verse">In restless ebb and flow, as sea-waves play</div> -<div class="verse">About the feet of lonely cliff’s; tho’ now</div> -<div class="verse">Even these I pass’d, as fleeting things and vain,</div> -<div class="verse">For all my heart a strange consuming pain</div> -<div class="verse">Possess’d, in thought of what I hoped to gain</div> -<div class="verse">Fill’d with an exquisite fire, wherein did show</div> -<div class="verse">All things as dross, or gold of fairest vein:</div> -<div class="verse">As, since the gate of Love had oped for me,</div> -<div class="verse">I lived in hell or heavenly ecstasy.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But all things on this day had good import,</div> -<div class="verse">For even now I went to Love’s high court,</div> -<div class="verse">To greet my heart’s dear queen, where she did dwell</div> -<div class="verse">In this his holy city, where the streets</div> -<div class="verse">Seem’d gold, or like the burnish’d path which meets</div> -<div class="verse">The sun’s bright porch across the shining sea;</div> -<div class="verse">So in Love’s glory shone my way to me.</div> -<div class="verse">Until before her gate the splendour fell.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Robed in sweet grace and crowned with her hair,</div> -<div class="verse">I met my queen, upon her palace stair,</div> -<div class="verse">And near I was to fall and worship there,</div> -<div class="verse">As to her hand I brought a golden gift,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span>Which she, my gracious sovereign, counted well,</div> -<div class="verse">And me unto her highest grace did lift,</div> -<div class="verse">Making me rich above all kingly state.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For side by side within her house we sate,</div> -<div class="verse">Or ’neath the azure canopy of heaven,</div> -<div class="verse">And every hour and every day, of seven,</div> -<div class="verse">Brought unto our feet their separate joy.</div> -<div class="verse">And every day the plenteous feast was spread</div> -<div class="verse">Before my grateful heart, and eyes, and lips</div> -<div class="verse">That drank the wine of Love and broke his bread,</div> -<div class="verse">And drew my soul delight thro’ honey sips</div> -<div class="verse">From the sweet source of sweet which may not cloy.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then from Love’s banquet, rising, my beloved</div> -<div class="verse">Forth led me in the bond of her dear hand,</div> -<div class="verse">That we in his glad courts might understand</div> -<div class="verse">Fresh joyance; and thro’ all his realm we moved.</div> -<div class="verse">Adown the golden street my lady led,</div> -<div class="verse">Where pass’d us, to and fro, Love’s votaries—</div> -<div class="verse">The searchers of his book, within whose eyes</div> -<div class="verse">Was writ his name, whose chanting lips had said</div> -<div class="verse">His prayers and orisons within the shrines,</div> -<div class="verse">Dim-window’d, strange, and still with sacred air,</div> -<div class="verse">Stirr’d by the wings of singing spirits fair,</div> -<div class="verse">When the sweet anthem lifteth or declines,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span>In organ waves that sweep along the lines</div> -<div class="verse">Of the soul’s shore, to break upon and die,</div> -<div class="verse">Soft on the soothed borders, silently.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We passéd by the door and enter’d in,</div> -<div class="verse">For in Love’s holy place we sought to win</div> -<div class="verse">High ecstasy whereon our souls might climb</div> -<div class="verse">Even to the utmost gate of golden bliss,</div> -<div class="verse">And know within the sanctuary of this,</div> -<div class="verse">Our dear inheritance in God’s good time.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Love’s service done, forth streamed from their place</div> -<div class="verse">His choristers and singing boys, attired</div> -<div class="verse">In white raiment, shining where they quired;</div> -<div class="verse">And after them we went with silent pace,</div> -<div class="verse">And towards the groves of pleasure turn’d our face,</div> -<div class="verse">Whence by green quietude of cloister’d stone,</div> -<div class="verse">And shadow’d courts that kept themselves alone,</div> -<div class="verse">And ’neath the carven boughs that interlace;</div> -<div class="verse">Until we came beneath the fairer roof</div> -<div class="verse">Of curtain’d leaves, light spread, of greenest woof,</div> -<div class="verse">Glowing between the stoney window fret,</div> -<div class="verse">As shines such light of paradise men get,</div> -<div class="verse">Dark-barr’d by care which holdeth them aloof</div> -<div class="verse">And binds their souls within life’s twisted net.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But enter’d we the joyful Eden gate,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span>Where talk the trees of summer, and of green</div> -<div class="verse">More glorious than May’s bright head doth screen</div> -<div class="verse">Whereas she hideth from the flaming state,</div> -<div class="verse">When the all regal sun would penetrate,</div> -<div class="verse">Seeking dominion in the realm of shade,</div> -<div class="verse">Where now we thought to find sweet pleasure laid,</div> -<div class="verse">And take her sleeping, while the hours should wait.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yea! hidden in the odorous aisles of May;</div> -<div class="verse">Whose fragrance fans the air which faints away,</div> -<div class="verse">There, in a labyrinth of leaves I caught her—</div> -<div class="verse">Whereby soft willows kiss the silent water—</div> -<div class="verse">I caught her, and I kiss’d, tho’ she did pray</div> -<div class="verse">Release, and said: “Thou canst not hold Time’s daughter.”</div> -<div class="verse">But her I held, nor let her thence depart</div> -<div class="verse">Till I had won her favourable grace;</div> -<div class="verse">And after oft we saw her fleeting face</div> -<div class="verse">Laugh through the leaves, and in our kindled heart</div> -<div class="verse">Were glad exceedingly, nor thought to part,</div> -<div class="verse">Content a little while in each fair place</div> -<div class="verse">To know a sweet above all flowery space.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My faint tongue faltereth when I would tell</div> -<div class="verse">What doors of joy we pass’d, what sights to seek,</div> -<div class="verse">But Love’s day endeth, and his holy week,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span>Whose dear appointed feasts we kept full well;</div> -<div class="verse">Seeking Love’s face at morn and eventide,</div> -<div class="verse">Tho’ oft it was too bright to look upon,</div> -<div class="verse">Shining above the splendour of the sun,</div> -<div class="verse">A burning flame when day’s dim fire had died.</div> -<div class="verse">And now, the last of days, it came to pass</div> -<div class="verse">I with my Love, upon a space of grass,</div> -<div class="verse">Sate by a water which the willows kept</div> -<div class="verse">And silently the stream beneath them swept,</div> -<div class="verse">Secret as time, and still, and staying not;</div> -<div class="verse">Fair fell the sun thro’ glancing leaves above,</div> -<div class="verse">And fair on us did shine the sun of Love,</div> -<div class="verse">As one brief hour together we forgot</div> -<div class="verse">All earthly things in that enchanted plot—</div> -<div class="verse">The world of strife, and evil-favour’d care,</div> -<div class="verse">And misery whose voice was silent there:</div> -<div class="verse">Even so, a little while, our blissful lot.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A little while—but soon the end befel,</div> -<div class="verse">For Time, a sudden shadow, on us fell,</div> -<div class="verse">And loud above I heard his hateful bell</div> -<div class="verse">Clang in the tower to ring our sweet day’s knell.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thence was I torn from my dear Love away,</div> -<div class="verse">And, as a dream, I lost upon that day</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span>My hold of joy, and slipp’d adown, adown.</div> -<div class="verse">Nor knew I more until I woke again</div> -<div class="verse">Unto the endless world with all its pain—</div> -<div class="verse">The sea-wide city, and the sad refrain</div> -<div class="verse">Of hungry waves that now my song would drown.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 267px;"> -<img src="images/image015.jpg" width="267" height="214" alt="decoration" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2 class="faux">THE·HOVSE·OF·DREAMS</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 455px;"> -<img src="images/image016.jpg" width="455" height="216" alt="THE·HOVSE·OF·DREAMS" /> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">I</span> SATE in my soul’s house one day</div> -<div class="verse">The world-wide book before me lay</div> -<div class="verse">And in mine eyes, as through a glass</div> -<div class="verse">The colours of all things did pass,</div> -<div class="verse">And thought and life, in mingled stream,</div> -<div class="verse">Strange semblance showed as in a dream.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My soul’s still house lies hid in trees,</div> -<div class="verse">And sitting in its porch one sees,</div> -<div class="verse">Before the feet, a garden green,</div> -<div class="verse">Amidst a wild and dark demesne,</div> -<div class="verse">When sight may range by lea and lawn,</div> -<div class="verse">From sunset to the gate of dawn,</div> -<div class="verse">Till through the utmost wood may be</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span>Descried a dim and dreadful sea.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Five gates it hath, five porches fair,</div> -<div class="verse">That know bright guests of light and air,</div> -<div class="verse">And through the windows, clear and high,</div> -<div class="verse">The winged thoughts come from earth and sky</div> -<div class="verse">That show me things by shore and sea,</div> -<div class="verse">And visions high of things to be.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Anigh the house a water clear,</div> -<div class="verse">Born of some secret crystal mere</div> -<div class="verse">Among the mountains of the land,</div> -<div class="verse">And flowing to the dim sea-strand;</div> -<div class="verse">But still and silent in its pace,</div> -<div class="verse">That in its smooth translucent face</div> -<div class="verse">Bright image flashed of many a thing,</div> -<div class="verse">And folk that passed in wandering,</div> -<div class="verse">With colours fresh of tree and flower.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here kept my soul a secret bower;</div> -<div class="verse">And in the garden all the year</div> -<div class="verse">One plied his craft of gardener,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor slept between the moon and sun,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor ever was his labour done;</div> -<div class="verse">For this was Time who told my hours</div> -<div class="verse">And gave, and took away, my flowers.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And one beside him fed a fire</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span>With listless hands, whose whole desire</div> -<div class="verse">Was not therein, but far away</div> -<div class="verse">She watched an ever dying day:</div> -<div class="verse">She smiled sometimes, and oft she wept,</div> -<div class="verse">But through her tears her watch she kept:</div> -<div class="verse">Time brought her flowers; she cast the same</div> -<div class="verse">To feed the hungering tongues of flame—</div> -<div class="verse">Yea, all men know the dreamful dame,</div> -<div class="verse">Pale Memory, ye rede her name.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In my soul’s house, alway to be,</div> -<div class="verse">Dwelt spirits five for company,</div> -<div class="verse">And fair they were in form and face,</div> -<div class="verse">And well my soul’s white house did grace:</div> -<div class="verse">For one the chambers garnished fit</div> -<div class="verse">With boughs and flowers, and them she lit</div> -<div class="verse">By night and day, for she was Sight</div> -<div class="verse">And rulèd all my soul’s delight.</div> -<div class="verse">Her sister to my table bare</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet pleasure of earth’s fruits and rare,</div> -<div class="verse">As every season brought its meed</div> -<div class="verse">Or ever as my soul had need.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Another made sweet incense rise</div> -<div class="verse">From out a censer in such wise</div> -<div class="verse">That mingled sweet of every kind,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span>And let the slender smoke enwind</div> -<div class="verse">The pillars of the roof, and send</div> -<div class="verse">The pleasant mist from end to end.</div> -<div class="verse">The while another yet of these</div> -<div class="verse">With music soft my soul would please;</div> -<div class="verse">To every thought in every mood</div> -<div class="verse">She made her tuneful interlude:</div> -<div class="verse">She touched the strings, she ruled the lute,</div> -<div class="verse">And many a soft harmonious flute</div> -<div class="verse">That mocked the birds in leafy quire;</div> -<div class="verse">But oft this spirit would aspire</div> -<div class="verse">To lift the solemn organ’s voice,</div> -<div class="verse">And this would be her dearest choice,</div> -<div class="verse">Till, with its deeper soul embued,</div> -<div class="verse">My soul forgot its solitude.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet one there was, both dumb and blind,</div> -<div class="verse">Who yet was wise in every kind,</div> -<div class="verse">And many a thing her hand could teach,</div> -<div class="verse">In silent service serving each.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">These watched the house and kept it fair</div> -<div class="verse">As each its several part had care.</div> -<div class="verse">Thus sate my soul and talked with these</div> -<div class="verse">In its white porch among the trees;</div> -<div class="verse">And each brought word what she had seen</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span>Of all that ranged that region green:</div> -<div class="verse">For many folk passed to and fro,</div> -<div class="verse">As flew the hours or footed slow.</div> -<div class="verse">One came in garment green and pale</div> -<div class="verse">Across the hill, adown the dale,</div> -<div class="verse">And blossoms in her hand she bore;</div> -<div class="verse">A swallow skimmed her path before;</div> -<div class="verse">It was a herald bright of spring,</div> -<div class="verse">And this the song that she did sing:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"> </div> -<div class="verse">There fell a day of sun and shower,</div> -<div class="verse">Spring stirred within her leafless bower,</div> -<div class="verse">She sent me from her wintry home—</div> -<div class="verse">“Go forth and tell the world I come.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Beneath the windows of the dawn</div> -<div class="verse">I took my way, by lake and lawn,</div> -<div class="verse">I saw of flowers the firstling born,</div> -<div class="verse">I gathered of the flowering thorn:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And from the dale and from the down</div> -<div class="verse">I passed into the sleeping town,</div> -<div class="verse">Along the stoney streets to spill</div> -<div class="verse">My flowers, by door and window sill:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But they were like the eyes of men,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span>Sleep-locked, though some were open then:</div> -<div class="verse">I saw within a darkened room</div> -<div class="verse">An old man, lying in the gloom.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He saw my flowers, and then he sighed,</div> -<div class="verse">And turned upon his bed and died.</div> -<div class="verse">I took my way with soundless feet,</div> -<div class="verse">But none I met my steps to greet.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Save when a wakeful babe me spied,</div> -<div class="verse">And stretched his dimpled arms and cried.</div> -<div class="verse">They hushed his voice, nor knew his will—</div> -<div class="verse">I left the city sleeping still.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"> </div> -<div class="verse">She ceased her song, and there was hush,</div> -<div class="verse">As after when the tuneful thrush</div> -<div class="verse">Hath warbled clear the wood is still</div> -<div class="verse">Ere yet again the quire sings shrill</div> -<div class="verse">For very joy.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 8em;">And then I heard,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Among the grass, Time grind and gird</div> -<div class="verse">Upon his blade: He stooped to slay,</div> -<div class="verse">And soon before his feet there lay</div> -<div class="verse">The fallen emblems of the hours—</div> -<div class="verse">A harvest sheaf of spring’s first flowers—</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span>Which she beside him gathering flung</div> -<div class="verse">Into the fire the while they sung,</div> -<div class="verse">And thus I heard their voices chime:</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>(THE SONG OF MEMORY AND TIME.)</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="center">TIME.</div> -<div class="verse">Spring-tide come and winter going;</div> -<div class="verse">Flower to seed, and seed to sowing;</div> -<div class="verse">Seed and harvest, reaping, mowing.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="center">MEMORY.</div> -<div class="verse">Life beginning, and life ending;</div> -<div class="verse">Life his substance ever spending;</div> -<div class="verse">Time to life his little lending.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="center">TIME.</div> -<div class="verse">Hark! the wingèd winds are calling;</div> -<div class="verse">Clouds the young year’s path appalling;</div> -<div class="verse">Blooms of spring like snow are falling.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="center">MEMORY.</div> -<div class="verse">Snows of spring green earth bestrewing!</div> -<div class="verse">Wasted hopes must I be rueing,</div> -<div class="verse">Spring of life there’s no renewing.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And after these had ceased their song,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span>A company there passed along,</div> -<div class="verse">In divers weed, and changeful mien,</div> -<div class="verse">And glad, or sad, athwart my green:</div> -<div class="verse">Their fluttering robes of dark or pale,</div> -<div class="verse">Like leaves adrift on Autumn gale;</div> -<div class="verse">And they like shadows o’er the grass</div> -<div class="verse">Before my porch did singly pass,</div> -<div class="verse">But through the house their voices rang,</div> -<div class="verse">Tune-tongued like bells, as thus they sang:—</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>(SONG OF THE HOURS.)</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Between the gates of night and morn,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With sleepless hands and sleepless eyes,</span></div> -<div class="verse">We watch the sun and moon outworn,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The silent stars that sink and rise.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In hidden chambers of the night,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The thread of Fate we sit and spin,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Through death and life, in dark and light,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From life’s slim staff to wind and win.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With joinèd hands and parting feet,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The work is wove, and still undone;</span></div> -<div class="verse">But still we tread Time’s measure fleet,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As through the glass the sand is spun.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With linkèd hands and feet that wind</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Between the pillars of the day,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Around the house the garland bind,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For spring hath come, we cannot stay.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"> </div> -<div class="verse">They passed. A change came o’er the sky.</div> -<div class="verse">I heard a shout—I heard a cry.</div> -<div class="verse">A horn’s far sound the woods awoke,</div> -<div class="verse">And sudden from the thicket broke,</div> -<div class="verse">In my soul’s sight, a thing of flame,</div> -<div class="verse">And after, swift, a horseman came—</div> -<div class="verse">A youth intent upon the chase;</div> -<div class="verse">But ever, as he urged his pace,</div> -<div class="verse">One laid her hands upon his rein,</div> -<div class="verse">And from that end would him restrain;</div> -<div class="verse">While did the stirring horn resound,</div> -<div class="verse">And in the leash each panting hound</div> -<div class="verse">Pressed hard to slip the tightened chain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What would that eager hunter gain?</div> -<div class="verse">Some magic thing whose form and hue</div> -<div class="verse">Still changed as he did close pursue—</div> -<div class="verse">A flame, a bubble of the air?</div> -<div class="verse">A woman, marvellously fair?</div> -<div class="verse">Yea, every shape it hath in turn</div> -<div class="verse">That makes man’s troubled soul to burn,</div> -<div class="verse">And doth his baffled sight elude</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span>To leave the world a solitude.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Again the sounding horn did bray,</div> -<div class="verse">The hounds were slipt and broke away,</div> -<div class="verse">And swift throughout the close they sped,</div> -<div class="verse">Still as the changeful quarry led;</div> -<div class="verse">Till far beyond the open green</div> -<div class="verse">They flashed the forest stems between,</div> -<div class="verse">And soon were lost in night of wood.</div> -<div class="verse">Again I heard Time’s interlude:—</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>TIME</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Whence the way and whither wending?</div> -<div class="verse">Seeks hot youth, till eld descending,</div> -<div class="verse">Leaves unread the secret pending.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What is Life? Truth answers never;</div> -<div class="verse">Darkly flows the secret river,</div> -<div class="verse">But its springs are hid for ever.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What is Truth? Man’s long endeavour</div> -<div class="verse">Finds the web but not the weaver:</div> -<div class="verse">Sleeps the riddle none may sever.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As it was in Time’s beginning,</div> -<div class="verse">Then, as now, while Fate is spinning</div> -<div class="verse">Man her clue would still be winning.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"> </div> -<div class="verse">My soul knew rest no more that day.</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span>I heard Time’s voice sink far away,</div> -<div class="verse">And long did muse till light was gone,</div> -<div class="verse">Still sitting in my porch alone.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Strange thoughts like flashes went and came,</div> -<div class="verse">And dreams of love, and hopes of fame,</div> -<div class="verse">With dim desires that inly burned;</div> -<div class="verse">Dead hopes that rose again and yearned</div> -<div class="verse">To follow still that unknown quest,</div> -<div class="verse">And failing, fluttered back to rest.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then had my soul a vision strange,</div> -<div class="verse">As far in spirit did I range,</div> -<div class="verse">And I beheld a far dim plain,</div> -<div class="verse">Dyed in day’s last Tyrean stain,</div> -<div class="verse">And through its dark and desert ground</div> -<div class="verse">A gleaming vein of water wound,</div> -<div class="verse">Where lonely piles of ruin old</div> -<div class="verse">Loomed vast, with hollow chambers cold,</div> -<div class="verse">Where horror dwelt with night and death,</div> -<div class="verse">And filled they were with ghostly breath.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But there amid the gathering glooms,</div> -<div class="verse">Among the temples and the tombs,</div> -<div class="verse">One wandered in a pilgrim’s guise,</div> -<div class="verse">Who fixed afar his wistful eyes;</div> -<div class="verse">His footsteps kept the river’s side,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span>A glowing lamp his feet did guide,</div> -<div class="verse">That shone upon that desert’s dearth,</div> -<div class="verse">As like a star there fall’n to earth;</div> -<div class="verse">And moving through the twilight dim,</div> -<div class="verse">By shattered arch and column slim,</div> -<div class="verse">With staff and scrip he kept his way,</div> -<div class="verse">Among those wrecks of ancient day.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"> </div> -<div class="verse">Far, far upon that desert land,</div> -<div class="verse">Half buried in her grave of sand,</div> -<div class="verse">The ancient head of Egypt rose;</div> -<div class="verse">And, still sublime in death’s repose,</div> -<div class="verse">Great Memnon kept his awful throne</div> -<div class="verse">Outwatching day and night alone:</div> -<div class="verse">And where the Greek laid stone on stone</div> -<div class="verse">The faces of his gods were shown,</div> -<div class="verse">When to the world—a youth—there came</div> -<div class="verse">Fair Wisdom, Power, and Beauty’s dame,</div> -<div class="verse">Heré, not Pallas, had his choice</div> -<div class="verse">But Aphrodité won his voice.</div> -<div class="verse">The crumbling strength of mighty Rome,</div> -<div class="verse">Her grave, her cradle, and her home;</div> -<div class="verse">There stood the emblems of her reign—</div> -<div class="verse">The Arch that would the world sustain,</div> -<div class="verse">And still doth span in legioned range</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span>The gulf of time, the waves of change.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Long stood the Pilgrim here at gaze,</div> -<div class="verse">As lost in thought of antique days,</div> -<div class="verse">As far his searching eyes could scan</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath the age-worn arches’ span.</div> -<div class="verse">He marked each age’s builded pile</div> -<div class="verse">Loom dimly down the endless aisle,</div> -<div class="verse">Where shone the winding waters’ thread,</div> -<div class="verse">A wandering life among the dead,</div> -<div class="verse">Until his sight no more could trace</div> -<div class="verse">Its courses from their hidden place,</div> -<div class="verse">Wrapt in the clinging mists that shroud</div> -<div class="verse">The trackless mountains dim with cloud;</div> -<div class="verse">But still his spirit found no home</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath the broad eternal dome.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At last the Pilgrim turned and sighed,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor stayed he where a cross beside</div> -<div class="verse">Marked how a greater power and pride</div> -<div class="verse">Did conquer Rome, and still doth bide.</div> -<div class="verse">Full many a stone about that ground</div> -<div class="verse">Made stumbling, but of flowers were found</div> -<div class="verse">None save the sanguined poppy’s hue</div> -<div class="verse">Between still sleep and death that grew.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Pilgrim stayed for sleep nor rest,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span>As bent upon some hidden quest;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor turned he from his painful way</div> -<div class="verse">Where folk made feast and holiday</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath fair vines and fruited trees,</div> -<div class="verse">As pipe, and dance, and song them please.</div> -<div class="verse">He seemed the world of men to shun,</div> -<div class="verse">And joyed when he a wood had won,</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet cloistered green, and roofed above,</div> -<div class="verse">Where soft he heard the wooing dove,</div> -<div class="verse">And sound of wandering water near;</div> -<div class="verse">He drank its crystal cup and clear,</div> -<div class="verse">And kept his path beside the stream</div> -<div class="verse">Till he beheld white pillars gleam.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He passed from green to blossomed boughs</div> -<div class="verse">That compassed fair a secret house;</div> -<div class="verse">Still music drew him to the door,</div> -<div class="verse">Swift beat his heart, and trembling more,</div> -<div class="verse">He entered, to a gold dim space</div> -<div class="verse">Flame-lit before an altar daïs,</div> -<div class="verse">Rose-garlanded, most fair and meet,</div> -<div class="verse">And all the air was still and sweet,</div> -<div class="verse">But over these in fairer case</div> -<div class="verse">Shone the clear semblance of a face.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He knelt before that altar stone,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span>The anthem soothed his heart’s faint tone,</div> -<div class="verse">And seraph voices high and soft,</div> -<div class="verse">In measured cadence quired aloft,</div> -<div class="verse">Or sailed in tempest gusts of sound</div> -<div class="verse">When passion’s music shook the ground.</div> -<div class="verse">Filled was the Pilgrim’s soul and bowed,</div> -<div class="verse">Till in his stress he cried aloud:</div> -<div class="verse">“O Love! This is thy holy place,</div> -<div class="verse">Give me, I pray, my lady’s grace!”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 331px;"> -<img src="images/image030.jpg" width="331" height="290" alt="decoration" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2 class="faux">LOVE’S·LABYRINTH</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 454px;"> -<img src="images/image031.jpg" width="454" height="194" alt="LOVE’S·LABYRINTH" /> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">W</span>HEN summer reigned in leafy sheen,</div> -<div class="verse">I found me in a garden green,</div> -<div class="verse">Deep hidden from the sun’s gold edge,</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath a rose-hung thorny hedge,</div> -<div class="verse">Upon a space of cool fair grass,</div> -<div class="verse">Whereon not yet the scythe should pass;</div> -<div class="verse">Though in the meadows was it laid,</div> -<div class="verse">Where Time was stooping in the shade</div> -<div class="verse">As, foot by foot, with measured sweep</div> -<div class="verse">His engine cleft the grassy deep;</div> -<div class="verse">And thence fresh fragrance wafted sweet</div> -<div class="verse">The smell of roses blown to meet,</div> -<div class="verse">Mixed in the drowsèd air and stole</div> -<div class="verse">In slumber to my dreamful soul.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Full long I lay in leafy lair,</div> -<div class="verse">Until, upon the murmurous air,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span>One murmur grew with deep’ning note</div> -<div class="verse">And soon my sleeping ear it smote,</div> -<div class="verse">And woke a trouble in my breast—</div> -<div class="verse">A joyful pain more sweet than rest.</div> -<div class="verse">Like as the voice of plaining strings</div> -<div class="verse">When magic hands the music brings</div> -<div class="verse">Out of the viols’ soul in sound</div> -<div class="verse">That hath a power when speech is bound,</div> -<div class="verse">To lift the whirlwind and the wail</div> -<div class="verse">Of passion’s tempest, and the veil</div> -<div class="verse">Of dumb desires and hopes that cry,</div> -<div class="verse">Until the strong winds sinking die,</div> -<div class="verse">Though still the wrought waves strike the shore,</div> -<div class="verse">Above them shrill a voice dost soar;</div> -<div class="verse">Or with the soft gale, falling low,</div> -<div class="verse">To lull the soul, sings sweet and slow,</div> -<div class="verse">And folds the fluttering wings of peace:</div> -<div class="verse">So thrilled that music through the trees;</div> -<div class="verse">The leaves were stirred upon the boughs,</div> -<div class="verse">The petals shaken from a rose,</div> -<div class="verse">As though a spirit moved anear.</div> -<div class="verse">Then from the hedge a voice broke clear:—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“O Time! O Time! Thy dial stay,</div> -<div class="verse">And lend to Love thy little day,</div> -<div class="verse">And make him free of thy domain;</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span>And thou shalt not have less of gain,</div> -<div class="verse">For he must pay thee back again</div> -<div class="verse">In penal hours of longing pain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“O Time! O Time! Thy labour stay</div> -<div class="verse">Between the sun and moon to-day:</div> -<div class="verse">Tell not thy hours of moon and noon</div> -<div class="verse">Lest they should find us swift and soon</div> -<div class="verse">To steal from us our secret joy,</div> -<div class="verse">And give us to the world’s annoy.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Let Love be king in hour and place,</div> -<div class="verse">And give thy garden for his chase,</div> -<div class="verse">Set all with lilies fair and white,</div> -<div class="verse">And roses for his heart’s delight,</div> -<div class="verse">Both red, and crimson dark, and pale</div> -<div class="verse">Like snow that hidden fire doth veil:</div> -<div class="verse">Yea, give them on their thorny stem,</div> -<div class="verse">Before thy breath shalt shatter them,</div> -<div class="verse">That chaplets Love may bind for those</div> -<div class="verse">Who wander in his tangled close.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Time, ceasing not his toil, far heard,</div> -<div class="verse">Gave back to Love this answering word:—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Love, to Time dost thou come sueing?</div> -<div class="verse">Love, with all thy debt accrueing?</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span>Time can give thee no renewing.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Ask the hearts thy sceptre schooleth,</div> -<div class="verse">Seek the kings thy kingship ruleth,</div> -<div class="verse">Who is he that Time befooleth?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Rest thee, Love, in thine own city,</div> -<div class="verse">But of my dominion quit ye,</div> -<div class="verse">Time is hard, and hath no pity.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Erst for king didst thou disown me,</div> -<div class="verse">Wouldst thou o’er thy kingdom crown me?</div> -<div class="verse">Thee I serve when thou hast won me.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Slave and servant, no man’s master,</div> -<div class="verse">They who will me slow or faster</div> -<div class="verse">Urge me to their own disaster.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Lo! this garden for thy going,</div> -<div class="verse">Fair and sweet life-blooms in growing,</div> -<div class="verse">Gather, ere its leaves be strowing.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Hive thy honey, sweet bestowing,</div> -<div class="verse">Take life’s apples, red and glowing,</div> -<div class="verse">Ere they fall to earth unknowing.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Days and hours, perforce, Time gives thee</div> -<div class="verse">By the sun’s swift wheel that drives ye,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span>Rest you merry! Time survives Thee.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His shadow passed, his voice had died,</div> -<div class="verse">And from the rosy covert side,</div> -<div class="verse">Clear shining in his goodlihead,</div> -<div class="verse">Love to my soul came forth and said:—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Arise, O Soul! and go with me,</div> -<div class="verse">And thou shalt read my book and see</div> -<div class="verse">Things hidden from the wise, and know</div> -<div class="verse">The height of joy, the depth of woe,</div> -<div class="verse">And hear the seas of passion roll,</div> -<div class="verse">And scan the dim strange human scroll,</div> -<div class="verse">The writing of its speechless lore,</div> -<div class="verse">And poesy’s unfathomed store;</div> -<div class="verse">The mystic birth of Song and Art</div> -<div class="verse">In painted chambers of the heart;</div> -<div class="verse">Love’s histories of bliss and strife,</div> -<div class="verse">And woven mysteries of life—</div> -<div class="verse">Yea, all that in Love’s house do dwell</div> -<div class="verse">Between the doors of heaven and hell.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now in this garden lay apart</div> -<div class="verse">A space contrived with cunning art,</div> -<div class="verse">Where whoso entered at its gate</div> -<div class="verse">Might choose of pleasant paths and straight,</div> -<div class="verse">Green walled in privet, rose, and yew,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span>Anon that interlaced and drew</div> -<div class="verse">The wildered wight still to and fro,</div> -<div class="verse">Who wists not if to turn or go,</div> -<div class="verse">Amid the close entangled ways,</div> -<div class="verse">Where oft, for his yet more amaze,</div> -<div class="verse">Soft voices, wandering, called his name,</div> -<div class="verse">And through the leaves sweet music came,</div> -<div class="verse">Clear faces showed like sudden light,</div> -<div class="verse">To vanish from his longing sight</div> -<div class="verse">Ere he might hope of help to win</div> -<div class="verse">The secret bliss hid far within.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Few ’scape from out that pleasaunce whole,</div> -<div class="verse">Few gain the inmost golden goal;</div> -<div class="verse">Full many wander there forlorn,</div> -<div class="verse">Or come out thence sore wounded, torn,</div> -<div class="verse">To weep their wasted lives forespent.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thither by Love my soul was bent:</div> -<div class="verse">Soon in the green maze sweet and still,</div> -<div class="verse">I heard the brown and blackbird trill,</div> -<div class="verse">Where, linkèd lanes and alleys through,</div> -<div class="verse">Love led me by his secret clue;</div> -<div class="verse">And oft the scented briar would cling,</div> -<div class="verse">Or in the hedge some fluttering thing</div> -<div class="verse">Shake soft adown a summer snow</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span>Of roses bloom in overblow,</div> -<div class="verse">Among the leaves all fair bedight</div> -<div class="verse">And prankt with buds of red and white.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But still by these Love’s footsteps led,</div> -<div class="verse">Dim paths before him turned and fled;</div> -<div class="verse">Full oft some sweet or anguished face</div> -<div class="verse">Would part the leaves to seek his grace;</div> -<div class="verse">For many folk did wander there,</div> -<div class="verse">Both gleaming knights and dames most fair,</div> -<div class="verse">And o’er the level hedge and trim</div> -<div class="verse">Fair showed in quaint attire and slim</div> -<div class="verse">Of samite, broidery, and brocade,</div> -<div class="verse">As folk of passèd time portrayed</div> -<div class="verse">By cunning painters, skilled full well,</div> -<div class="verse">That mid so goodly sights did dwell.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And there about the stems were hung</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet names and legends poets sung,</div> -<div class="verse">Ywrought on scrolls and tablets fine,</div> -<div class="verse">And bound with knots that true loves twine;</div> -<div class="verse">And oft the lute’s full tender strain</div> -<div class="verse">Amid the rose leaves made soft plain,</div> -<div class="verse">As songs were heard in women’s fame</div> -<div class="verse">That crownèd singers sweet proclaim—</div> -<div class="verse">Prophets and kings of lyre and pen,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span>Who sound the hearts of silent men</div> -<div class="verse">That hold their word as treasure trove</div> -<div class="verse">In the immortal book of love.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">These all were passed, and in a while,</div> -<div class="verse">Love showed my soul a dim green aisle,</div> -<div class="verse">And far at end a stone-built stair,</div> -<div class="verse">That led us from the woody lair,</div> -<div class="verse">Forth issuing through a night of trees</div> -<div class="verse">To know anew the day’s increase,</div> -<div class="verse">And there a fragrant arbour found,</div> -<div class="verse">With clinging jasmine close embound.</div> -<div class="verse">Soon, in this leafy ambush set,</div> -<div class="verse">Love bade my soul look forth and let</div> -<div class="verse">Sight wonder at its might or will.</div> -<div class="verse">Then saw I those that wandered still</div> -<div class="verse">Lost in the green and covert ways,</div> -<div class="verse">And all the secret of the maze.</div> -<div class="verse">How there, as folks distraught, misled,</div> -<div class="verse">Sought lovers for their lover, who fled</div> -<div class="verse">Far from them, or, unwitting, past</div> -<div class="verse">The prisoning hedge that shut them fast:</div> -<div class="verse">How, oft their eyes met far amain</div> -<div class="verse">In severed paths that kept them twain;</div> -<div class="verse">How, after toil and weary pace,</div> -<div class="verse">Some met at last with shamefast face,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span>And silent lips, or coldly masked</div> -<div class="verse">With wintry speech their hearts that asked</div> -<div class="verse">For utterance, and leapt, and cried—</div> -<div class="verse">Love’s dear deliverance denied.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thereby great heaviness and pain</div> -<div class="verse">Had then my soul, and turned again</div> -<div class="verse">To ask of him who stood beside</div> -<div class="verse">What hope for these might yet betide.</div> -<div class="verse">Clothed in his godhead strong he stood,</div> -<div class="verse">He bent his bow above the wood,</div> -<div class="verse">And swift the wingèd arrow left</div> -<div class="verse">The quivering string—what heart it cleft</div> -<div class="verse">My soul ne’er knew, for then the light</div> -<div class="verse">Of falling day dazed all my sight</div> -<div class="verse">With splendour, as the level sun</div> -<div class="verse">Blazed in his gold pavilion spun</div> -<div class="verse">Out of his rays whose burning thread</div> -<div class="verse">A glorious tapestry outspread</div> -<div class="verse">With all life’s hues commingling blent.</div> -<div class="verse">And ere the golden web was rent</div> -<div class="verse">By darkness, Love led me away,</div> -<div class="verse">And passed, about the end of day,</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath the hanging umbrage dread</div> -<div class="verse">Till grew in sight a summer stead,</div> -<div class="verse">Fair corniced, roofed, and pillared clean,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span>Closed in the midmost heart of green,</div> -<div class="verse">And girt about with garlands round,</div> -<div class="verse">Clear-built upon a pleasant ground,</div> -<div class="verse">That gardened was and set with flowers,</div> -<div class="verse">Which had the speech of love and powers</div> -<div class="verse">After that they are dead to keep</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet thoughts in heart and cherished deep.</div> -<div class="verse">Also of mythic trees and rare</div> -<div class="verse">That grew in love’s high region there,</div> -<div class="verse">My soul did mark fair Daphne’s leaf;</div> -<div class="verse">The almond bloom, for love and grief,</div> -<div class="verse">When Phillis died; and Syrinx’ reed,</div> -<div class="verse">Like sprung of legendary seed,</div> -<div class="verse">The sun’s broad flower, that shows his flame</div> -<div class="verse">And blooms in Clyte’s sculptured fame.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Amidst them fair and high uprose</div> -<div class="verse">The carven images of those</div> -<div class="verse">That wrought with men for good or ill,</div> -<div class="verse">And gave good gifts, and god-like skill,</div> -<div class="verse">And reverence had upon the earth—</div> -<div class="verse">Yea, still, in all man’s strife and mirth</div> -<div class="verse">Have part and glory, yet for him</div> -<div class="verse">The mingled cup of life they brim,</div> -<div class="verse">As gods, who here Love’s lordship own</div> -<div class="verse">Casting their crowns before his throne.</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span>Their marble image broken fell</div> -<div class="verse">Where leapt a water from its well</div> -<div class="verse">Gemmed in the green and grassy space</div> -<div class="verse">Before the pillars of the place,</div> -<div class="verse">Where now my soul love’s travel brought.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Soon trod we both the marble court,</div> -<div class="verse">And passed into a painted hall,</div> -<div class="verse">Most goodly wrought on roof and wall</div> -<div class="verse">With dreams, and golden mysteries</div> -<div class="verse">Of love and love’s rich histories</div> -<div class="verse">Wherein dumb thoughts of heart and brain</div> -<div class="verse">Took form and speech and breathed again.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Natheless, ere we the end might win</div> -<div class="verse">Was hung a veil, fine-woven, thin,</div> -<div class="verse">But through the veil a fire glowed dim,</div> -<div class="verse">And faint-heard music soft did swim,</div> -<div class="verse">Till out of vague and murmurous tone</div> -<div class="verse">Rose up a voice to take its throne:—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Last night my lady talked with me,</div> -<div class="verse">As on a green hill, I and she</div> -<div class="verse">Sat close, where erst alone I stood</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath the dusk-leaved ilex wood.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“The earth was gathered to her rest,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span>Sweet silence lay upon her breast,</div> -<div class="verse">Well nigh asleep, save that she heard</div> -<div class="verse">The wandering waters’ silver word.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“The sun had kissed the earth’s dark lips</div> -<div class="verse">That grow so ruddy ere he dips,</div> -<div class="verse">Wine-coloured to his golden rim,</div> -<div class="verse">As purple evening pours for him.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Low stooped his head as he would drink,</div> -<div class="verse">Till out of sight we saw him sink,</div> -<div class="verse">And with his splendour in our eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">Full-orbed we watched the great moon rise.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Rose-tinged in the dim sky shone she</div> -<div class="verse">Like Venus from the opal sea,</div> -<div class="verse">So grew her glory in our sight,</div> -<div class="verse">Till in her face we saw love’s light,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Love’s light in hers, like flame on flame—</div> -<div class="verse">Yea, very Love in presence came,</div> -<div class="verse">Between the fires of moon and sun</div> -<div class="verse">He stood, like dawn ere night begun.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Clear-aureoled his golden head,</div> -<div class="verse">His eyes our burning hearts well read,</div> -<div class="verse">And in the sanctuary of my soul</div> -<div class="verse">I won of love the golden goal.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h3>ERRATUM.</h3> - -<div class="center">Page 33, line 5, <i>for</i> “moon” <i>read</i> “morn”.</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2 class="faux">·THE·DIVIDING·GULF·</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 452px;"> -<img src="images/image043.jpg" width="452" height="165" alt="THE·DIVIDING·GULF" /> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">A</span> GULF divideth Heaven and Hell</div> -<div class="verse">Whose depth no fathom line can tell;</div> -<div class="verse">A gulf is fixed between two souls</div> -<div class="verse">As cold and deep, which ever rolls</div> -<div class="verse">To hinder messengers of light,</div> -<div class="verse">Who else would wing in welcome flight,</div> -<div class="verse">With water from love’s living spring,</div> -<div class="verse">And peace to the tormented bring:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But now if any will to pass</div> -<div class="verse">From hence to thence, alas! alas!</div> -<div class="verse">The gulf is fixed, they cannot go,</div> -<div class="verse">And all unaided lie in woe,</div> -<div class="verse">Sad souls unto their succour near,</div> -<div class="verse">And yet so far as though they were</div> -<div class="verse">Divided by an ocean plain;</div> -<div class="verse">And so thoughts die within each brain</div> -<div class="verse">That might in interchanging wed,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span>And fruitfulness and plenty spread</div> -<div class="verse">To clothe and crown the naked fields,</div> -<div class="verse">And give them bread for barren yields,</div> -<div class="verse">That waste beneath a sunless sky</div> -<div class="verse">Their empty ears, or, blighted die.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But as when we have longed to greet</div> -<div class="verse">Some wished-for-one we never meet,</div> -<div class="verse">Their semblance still may please our eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">Their presence in our dreams arise;</div> -<div class="verse">So, though lone thoughts ne’er meet their kind,</div> -<div class="verse">Or, meeting in the darkness blind,</div> -<div class="verse">Know not they meet—falls there no flash</div> -<div class="verse">Upon the waters wide that wash</div> -<div class="verse">The silent shores of either mind,</div> -<div class="verse">And both by sudden pathway find?</div> -<div class="verse">Shines there no light we never sought</div> -<div class="verse">On all the ways of toil and thought—</div> -<div class="verse">A flash in momentary course,</div> -<div class="verse">Like lightning from an unseen source</div> -<div class="verse">That, in the trembling of a star,</div> -<div class="verse">Shows all world anear and far,</div> -<div class="verse">When in a flood of flame intense</div> -<div class="verse">The gulf is banished from our sense,</div> -<div class="verse">And in one moment, bridging space,</div> -<div class="verse">Two spirits stand as face to face.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2 class="faux">·THE·VALLEY·of·DELIVERANCE</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 502px;"> -<img src="images/image045.jpg" width="502" height="189" alt="THE·VALLEY·of·DELIVERANCE" /> -</div> - - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">S</span>EA-BLUE infinitude of silent hills!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That fold, like waves that crested are and smooth,</span></div> -<div class="verse">The wide-spread vale that slowly eve instils</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With misty lakes, and all thy summits sooth.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">In baths of amber light where melt and merge</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wandering purples into green and gold,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Athwart the slumbrous fields, and moorland verge</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O’ersailed by slow cloud-shadows softly rolled.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">With alternations new and grateful change</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of burning tones to cool in magic show,</span></div> -<div class="verse">As oft the opalescent sea do range</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or in the sun-built arch transfused do glow.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">O silent hills! ye hold a meaning more</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than speech; ye are not voiceless, O ye vales!</span></div> -<div class="verse">But eloquent of time and treasured lore</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of memory, and filled with untold tales.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">That well nigh dim my gazing eyes with tears,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whereas they follow those familiar lines;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Dear as the features shaped by hopes and fears</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On friendship’s face, oft read and sought for signs.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>VI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">For dear to me the crags—the weather-worn;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The slopes of green, the waving woodland towers</span></div> -<div class="verse">Whose crested pageantry of leaves adorn</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The shadowed graves of faded summer hours.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>VII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Full well I know the belts of larch that fringe</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dark verge of the lonely moor, which seems</span></div> -<div class="verse">The limit of the world, touched with the tinge</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of dying light, and burned with day’s last beams.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>VIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">And oft, as now, I pressed the purple bloom—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The heather-plumaged breast of this high moor;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And heard, as now I hear, the wandering boom</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of these winged gleaners of the honeyed store.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>IX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">O well loved vale! For I am bound to thee</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By subtle threads of thought that memory weaves;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yea, sitting in thy shadow, Liberty,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like dawn first knew I, opening life’s leaves;</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>X</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">E’en then, when first I tasted of the tree,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And dayspring of new knowledge touched mine eyes,</span></div> -<div class="verse">That erst were sealed—as other books to me,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Until upon thy hills new light should rise:</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Until my soul, new born, within this vale</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should learn of Nature in her age-worn book,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And strive, beyond the starry void, to scale</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dim unknown, or in truth’s glass to look</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>XII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">On life, and life’s dark mystery which broods</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And clings, a shadow, to the sad-eyed world;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Born in the horror of primæval woods,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And in death’s cloud impenetrable furled.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Beyond the gathering years since first I knew</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thee, happy vale, my yearning spirit reads,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Beyond night’s mist on thy horizon blue,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where glow day’s embers, ere the night succeeds—</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">The Legends rich of unforgotten time—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Azure, and white, and gray enfolded days,</span></div> -<div class="verse">That long have passed away, unto the chime</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of brief on lingering hours, their restful ways:</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">And, even now, clear imaged on my brain</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their semblance comes again—I see them move</span></div> -<div class="verse">In long procession slow, with joy or pain</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Enrobed, with faces hid, and eyes of doubt or love:</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>XVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Until the day which died with yestern sun</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Begins to merge in that unending line;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And soon her lingering sister will be one</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For on her face the light has ceased to shine.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">So pass the days, with days unborn, to die,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gather them to years in time’s swift pace,</span></div> -<div class="verse">But we would fain forecast futurity,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or read fate’s rune upon the sky’s calm face.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">And I could well believe that in the shade</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of this still vale the secret sign lies hid—</span></div> -<div class="verse">The secret that shall shape my life, unsaid,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As in a casket treasured with close lid;</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Mid fir-woods dark, or tumbled crags, unknown,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or in brown deeps, where swift the river flows</span></div> -<div class="verse">Among tumultuous rocks, whence I have heard</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Vague murmurings, ofttimes, beneath the boughs.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>XX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">But silence with her finger locks the lips,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When stand we watching at Futura’s gate;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Though eager thought would climb, and climbing slips;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">While, all unwatched, each hour doth carve our fate.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 331px;"> -<img src="images/image050.jpg" width="331" height="311" alt="decoration" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2 class="faux">THE·UNKNOWN·SHORE·</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 463px;"> -<img src="images/image051.jpg" width="463" height="192" alt="THE·UNKNOWN·SHORE" /> -</div> - - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">T</span>HERE is no voice, there is no voice,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or answer from the UNKNOWN shore:</span></div> -<div class="verse">Turn! turn again—there is no choice</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But Life or Death—we know no more.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Yet Thought in Art and Song awakes;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Still Hope doth speak, and Reason brings</span></div> -<div class="verse">New light to men, and Wisdom takes</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sweet comfort from most lowly things.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Have loveliness or glory fled?</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hath Love or Beauty passed away?</span></div> -<div class="verse">Is poesy or fancy dead,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When light returns with every day?</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Sweet Hope and Beauty cannot die,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Enshrined as one in heaven’s blue;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And still eternal as the sky</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is good, and knowledge ever new.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">And evermore rolls on the fight</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of good and evil by the sea;</span></div> -<div class="verse">But on the waters falls a light</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From golden ages yet to be.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>VI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Hear how they cry from every side,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The voices from the deepening strife!</span></div> -<div class="verse">The fields are white, the world is wide;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Arise! take heart! take hope! take Life!</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 305px;"> -<img src="images/image052.jpg" width="305" height="159" alt="decoration" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2 class="faux">THE·WEST·WIND</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 453px;"> -<img src="images/image053.jpg" width="453" height="179" alt="THE·WEST·WIND" /> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">W</span>ILD Wind! Thy tameless spirit lifts my mind—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou, all night long the troubled earth hast torn,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And tossed the stormy trees until the morn,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Which struggles now unto its noon, half blind</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With those wild locks which ye have cast across</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The face of heaven, scarcely showing through</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her eyes between are still of stedfast blue,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And still look calm above the woods ye toss;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As they were wrathful waves of that green main</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From whence ye come, beyond the sunset’s grave,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To freshen on the sunburnt hills, and lave</span></div> -<div class="verse">The summer-thirsty fields with gracious rain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hark! in the wood thy voice, a lion, roars!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beneath thy breath upon the parchèd hill,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shudders the wasted grass, and shrieketh shrill,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span>As though it feared thee: but thy spirit soars</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To lash the fossil waves of hill and dale</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye may not move, yet melted make appear</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their solid sides, enrobed in rains ye bear</span></div> -<div class="verse">Across the valley like a falling veil.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But, night or day, thy ceaseless song to me</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Makes melody, and music wild and free,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I rejoice to drink thy breath for ye</span></div> -<div class="verse">Do bring the sound and savour of the sea.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 189px;"> -<img src="images/image054.jpg" width="189" height="124" alt="decoration: shell" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2 class="faux">·THE·NEW·LIGHT·</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 445px;"> -<img src="images/image055.jpg" width="445" height="171" alt="THE·NEW·LIGHT" /> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">A</span>WAKE, O world! From thy long sleep arise!</div> -<div class="verse">For a new light breaks in reddening skies:</div> -<div class="verse">Shake off your rust-eaten fetters, ye slaves!</div> -<div class="verse">And claim the Freedom of winds and of waves:</div> -<div class="verse">Unwind! O unwind all the swathing clothes</div> -<div class="verse">Of bondage and ignorance, nations’ woes:</div> -<div class="verse">Break the dark might of enchantment’s spell,</div> -<div class="verse">Burst all thy bonds, and the chorus swell!</div> -<div class="verse">Kindle on every high hill a clear fire:</div> -<div class="verse">Plant in the cities, on tower and spire,</div> -<div class="verse">The banner of Freedom! Wide let it wave</div> -<div class="verse">Over sea and land, and over the grave</div> -<div class="verse">Of buried oppression, and chains decayed</div> -<div class="verse">Of tyrant’s power: till the ghosts shall be laid</div> -<div class="verse">Of fraud and violence, bloodshed and war:</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span>And, burned in the flame of freedom’s fair star,</div> -<div class="verse">All wrongs shall be dust and ashes on earth—</div> -<div class="verse">Dead leaves from whose death shall spring a new birth</div> -<div class="verse">Which shall spread and grow like a fruitful tree,</div> -<div class="verse">And under its branches shall live the Free.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> -<img src="images/image056.jpg" width="300" height="312" alt="decoration" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2 class="faux">HYMN OF FREE PEOPLES</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 443px;"> -<img src="images/image057.jpg" width="443" height="142" alt="HYMN OF FREE PEOPLES" /> -</div> - - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">O</span> KINDREDS! peoples strong!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That earth’s large arms enfold,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Against the powers that work ye wrong,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In common cause make bold.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">From North, from East and West;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beneath the southern star;</span></div> -<div class="verse">In bonds of slavery opprest,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In cruel arms of war.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">From East, and South, and North;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From desert-cities shade,</span></div> -<div class="verse">From living tombs of toil, come forth,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where rich man’s gold is made.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">From North, from West, and East,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O starved and meagre-fed!</span></div> -<div class="verse">Be gathered to the equal feast</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The earth for all hath spread.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Beneath Life’s healing tree,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Truth’s fountain’s crystal flow,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Let all the Nations kindred be</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The joy of life to know.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>VI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">And let each soul rejoice,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who in that meat is strong;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And, hunger stayed, let heart and voice</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be filled with a new song.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>VII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">For Freedom like the sun</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hath risen on the world!</span></div> -<div class="verse">This hour a new age is begun—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A stainless scroll unfurled.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>VIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Old things have passed away—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The curse of gold, and gore;</span></div> -<div class="verse">The Law of Love all peoples sway,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And war shall be no more.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>IX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">No more to joyless toil</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall Labour’s hands be chained;</span></div> -<div class="verse">No more shall Fraud have power to spoil</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Man’s equal rights regained.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>X</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">One hope, one joy, one light,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">United all men know;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And from all lands with gathering might</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The voice of truth shall go:</span></div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">And far and wide proclaim,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Defying tyrants’ ban,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Writ in all hearts, like tongues of flame—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Brotherhood of Man!</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a><br /><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p> - -<h2 class="faux">·TWELVE·SONNETS·OF·LOVE</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 420px;"> -<img src="images/image061.jpg" width="420" height="436" alt="TWELVE·SONNETS·OF·LOVE" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a><br /><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>I<br /> - -LOVE’S SANCTUARY</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">N</span>O more I go to worship with the crowd</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Christian temples, pagan now to me,</span></div> -<div class="verse">No dim cathedral hears me pray aloud,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I sing no credo, as it used to be:</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Though kneeling not beneath the roof of Rome,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or in protesting fanes, I have a shrine—</span></div> -<div class="verse">A holiest of holies—Love’s sweet home,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On whose white altar lies life’s bread and wine.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There oft, in saddened times and weary hours,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To secret sanctuary do I flee,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Where one sweet presence soothes, like breath of flowers,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To whom their incense rises ceaselessly;</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For there, though not a Roman devotee,</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet virgin Mary I do worship thee.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>II<br /> - -LOVE’S HERALDRY</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">I</span> GAVE to thee at parting, dear, a rose,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Encrimsoned with the hue of Love’s warm lips,</span></div> -<div class="verse">But yet it faded when compared to those</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wherefrom my soul unfailing honey sips.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And thou didst plant it in the snowy lawn</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which veiled the purer treasures of thy breast,</span></div> -<div class="verse">As when we see o’er earth, by winter drawn</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The white sky-covering in spotless rest.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Warm gules on argent, like a blazoned field,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The hues of life and death in red and white—</span></div> -<div class="verse">A fair device for any knightly shield,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor needing motto to proclaim its might.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Henceforth I bear it on my battle crest,</div> -<div class="verse">Till in thine arms from life’s alarms I rest.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>III<br /> - -THE SOLACE OF LOVE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">I</span>N my heart’s chamber cold in day’s white glare,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sate Love disconsolate with tatter’d wings,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And brooding on the memory of lost things</span></div> -<div class="verse">That erst made glad those walls, so wan and bare.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Came Hope then unto him and bade him look</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon the brightness of the cloudless hours,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And on the buds of yet unopened flowers;</span></div> -<div class="verse">But Love, being blind, all blank was nature’s book.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sleep came to him, and would have brought him peace,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But dreams awoke Desire whose torturing flame</span></div> -<div class="verse">Made worse his case and left him agony:</div> -<div class="verse">Till one, with wreathèd brows, for his release,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unto his fingers gave a stringèd frame,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And then Love wept, and sang his pain to thee.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>IV<br /> - -PASSION MUSIC</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">T</span>HE air grows faint within the shrine of Love,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And from his altar rose-leaves fall away,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As smoke of incense dims the dying day</span></div> -<div class="verse">That crimsons on the golden roof above:</div> -<div class="verse">But, slowly stealing, soon the organ plains,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With quiring voices in a tender song,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which shakes my soul as with a tempest strong,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Still as the music rolleth on refrains.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Now lifted light upon melodious wave,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My spirit rises on each beating wing,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That near unto the gates of bliss me bring;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Full soon cast down, and bowed by thunder-tones,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He falls upon the ground, and weeps and moans—</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Such madness doth Love’s votaries enslave.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>V<br /> - -LOVE’S ANCHORITE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">L</span>OVE’S anchorite, within my lonely cell,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His breviary I learn you every day,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Aves to my sainted Mary say,</span></div> -<div class="verse">As all my rosary I careful tell:</div> -<div class="verse">While on thy picture sweet my fond eyes dwell,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or rapt upon thy treasured story pore,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which, ending, leaves me yet to hunger more,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And still athirst to seek again the well.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet all Love’s calendar I follow through,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And each fair day, where memory shows thy sign,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Keep holy unto thee in prayer and song;</div> -<div class="verse">So every season brings to thee its due;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, while thy table’s set with corn and wine,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Fasting I keep Love’s Lenten-tide so long.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>VI<br /> - -LOVE’S GARDEN</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">I</span>N my heart’s garden, winter dark and bare,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Love sought for flowers to make a wreath for thee,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which, since the sun was gone, he scarce might see</span></div> -<div class="verse">In all the waste, and Time was gardener there,</div> -<div class="verse">Who yet a little bloom will hardly spare,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But with remorseless hand still prunes away,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And still his scythe he sharpeneth every day;</span></div> -<div class="verse">So Love was left with empty hands to fare.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Till Hope had led him to a little well</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That in this desert kept a joyful spot,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Made sapphire with the eyes of flowers Love knew,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">As though from heavenly seed their harvest grew,</span></div> -<div class="verse">That soon into his reaping fingers fell</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which bring you these—sweet, sweet FORGET-ME-NOT.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>VII<br /> - -LOVE’S SOLITUDE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="big">F</span>ILLED with the breath of Love, my soul knows change</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Throughout its troubled region, day by day,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Still as the breaking fire upclimbs its way</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From scarlet dawn, through fervent noon to range;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Until the fainting eve, grown wan and pale,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Swoons in the arms of close embracing night</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That putteth forth her spells of dreamful might,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And sweet enchantments, till the starry veil</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Is cloven by the gleaming shafts of morn,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ascending new with all his glittering train</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To bring me peace, or strange tempestuous pain;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or soft winds singing in the sacred grove</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That keeps thy shrine, and where I talk with Love,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Watching the far-off sea whence hope is born.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>VIII<br /> - -LOVE’S HOPE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">J</span>OY, like the flashes of a fitful sun,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Falls on my storm-worn heart, and kindling, dies</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In wandering gleams about the changeful skies,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Cloud-built with tempest towers, and wind-undone:</div> -<div class="verse">For winds make desolate the day begun</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wild on my path that climbs a bleak green hill,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Among the writhen thorns, oft traversed, chill</span></div> -<div class="verse">With the breath of March, until the ridge is won:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wherefrom I think to gain some hopeful sign,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As range mine eyes the saddened landscape round,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That keeps my soul’s white house, whence I return,</span></div> -<div class="verse">With thoughts that may not utterly repine,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But hearing even in the strong wind’s sound</span></div> -<div class="verse">The shout of coming spring which makes me burn.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>IX<br /> - -LOVE’S DOUBT</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">D</span>OUBT, Hope, and Fear, all day within my breast</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Have clanged in cruel war where none prevail,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though their fierce cries have rent the sacred veil,</span></div> -<div class="verse">When in Love’s sanctuary I sought to rest.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Since brazen morn awoke this wild alarm</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">So have they striven long with clashing swords</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of two edged thought—since fell the words</span></div> -<div class="verse">Upon my soul from herald lips of harm;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Whose message strange a fiery hand imprest</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In charact’ry that burns my mazèd sight:</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet loud with iron hands they tear and smite,</span></div> -<div class="verse">But through the cloud of strife I see Hope’s crest</div> -<div class="verse">Rise loftier, and his voice above the rest</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Grows calm and clearer with the falling night.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>X<br /> - -LOVE’S GARLAND</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">Y</span>OUNG Love with rosy wings came through a mead,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whereon before the feet of spring had gone,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Along a slender brook that wound and shone</span></div> -<div class="verse">By stems made bright with blooms of fruitful deed.</div> -<div class="verse">He gathered as he went of such fair seed</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As Spring upon her grassy ways had sown,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And in his fingers wove a garland crown</span></div> -<div class="verse">That faded not, or drooped or died for need.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Full soon the stream had brought him to a space</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of orchard green, where maidens sweet were met</span></div> -<div class="verse">With Time’s frail gifts around his dial stone;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, these among, thou sat’st in such sweet grace,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">That, seeing thee, Love on thy dear head set</span></div> -<div class="verse">His magic wreath and crowned thee on my throne.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>XI<br /> - -LOVE’S ARROWS</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">I</span> SAW young Love make trial of his bow,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In May’s green garden where he shot his dart,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor recked if any nigh beheld his art,</span></div> -<div class="verse">But other eyes did mark him as I know;</div> -<div class="verse">For my sweet lady sate anear his throw,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I with her, and joinèd heart to heart,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">So that we might not feel the bitter smart</span></div> -<div class="verse">Love leaveth there when time doth force us go.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We heard Love’s arrows falling in the grass,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Or watched them quiver in the targe below;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet few to us came nigh, nor might they pass</span></div> -<div class="verse">Beyond our feet, which trembled when they came,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose hearts were not the quarry for his aim,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">That in Love’s chase fell stricken long ago.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>XII<br /> - -LOVE’S HARVEST</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">I</span> STAND to gaze across the years’ long fields</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That have the tinge of Autumn, and their gold</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gathered by careful hours on lea and wold;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Rich spoils of time that he to Love upyields</div> -<div class="verse">Who yet amid fair corn his sickle wields,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though harvest’s done, and summer groweth old:</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Well-storèd barns, and orchards he doth hold</span></div> -<div class="verse">Whose wealth against the steely winter shields.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Unto my feet the days, like full-eared sheaves,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Have fallen, one by one, time-bound and borne</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">To be the bread of Love through barren days;</span></div> -<div class="verse">E’en such dear heritage the sweet year leaves,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And life to live again Love’s night and morn</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Whose light thou art, whose glory is their praise.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2 class="faux">·PART·II·LATER·POEMS·</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 431px;"> -<img src="images/image075.jpg" width="431" height="405" alt="Part II Later Poems" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a><br /><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2 class="faux">·A·HERALD·OF·SPRING</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 484px;"> -<img src="images/image077.jpg" width="484" height="193" alt="A·HERALD·OF·SPRING" /> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">S</span>WEET bird, what makes thee glad?</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath this sky so wan and sad,</div> -<div class="verse">And leafless poplars, thin and grey,</div> -<div class="verse">Bowed down before the wintry sway.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What tuneful thought of days gone by</div> -<div class="verse">Doth make thee sing? Or knowest thou why</div> -<div class="verse">Thy soul is lifted up, sweet bird?</div> -<div class="verse">Or dost thou hear Spring’s voice, unheard</div> -<div class="verse">Of earth that sleeps, nor, dreaming, minds</div> -<div class="verse">The herald blast of trumpet winds</div> -<div class="verse">That make old Winter’s fortress quail,</div> -<div class="verse">And force him cast his coat of mail.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What secret bower thy shape doth keep?</div> -<div class="verse">Close hidden by the buds that sleep;</div> -<div class="verse">Thy voice—the firstling bloom that blows—</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span>Breaks joyful through the wintry boughs,</div> -<div class="verse">That bear thy song of promise, meet</div> -<div class="verse">For happy hours when lovers greet,</div> -<div class="verse">When every leaf-lorn tree shall bear</div> -<div class="verse">Flower, fruit, and song upon the air,</div> -<div class="verse">And summer’s choir is full, and gay</div> -<div class="verse">The soft winds on the sun’s feast-day.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sweet bird, as thou dost sing, my soul</div> -<div class="verse">Doth partly catch the speechless whole</div> -<div class="verse">Of joyful pain that lifts the wings</div> -<div class="verse">Of thy sequestered music—things</div> -<div class="verse">Remembered half, and half forgot,</div> -<div class="verse">Of sight, or sound, or sense begot,</div> -<div class="verse">Confused in love’s ambrosial streams,</div> -<div class="verse">And hidden in the house of dreams;</div> -<div class="verse">As frail sweet scent of flowers that hold</div> -<div class="verse">Past time and days in some book’s fold,</div> -<div class="verse">Which, when the leaves are turned again,</div> -<div class="verse">Doth warm, like wine, the wintry brain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O bird, thy heart doth sing in me,</div> -<div class="verse">I hear what thou dost hear—I see</div> -<div class="verse">Upon a high green land, untrod</div> -<div class="verse">Of men, upon the flower-wrought sod</div> -<div class="verse">The feet of Spring, and her bright throng</div> -<div class="verse">Break from the woods with shout and song;</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span>Soft piping winds with pleasant cheer</div> -<div class="verse">Before her go, her path to clear,</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet maids come with her, and behind,</div> -<div class="verse">Light-footed as the lifting wind:</div> -<div class="verse">Some bear her canopy on high,</div> -<div class="verse">And warm gleams gild it from the sky;</div> -<div class="verse">Some strew with flowers the flower-strewn ground,</div> -<div class="verse">Some bind them garlands, some are bound,</div> -<div class="verse">And still, with all the happy rout,</div> -<div class="verse">Fleet little loves wind in and out;</div> -<div class="verse">Some hide in maiden’s fluttering weed,</div> -<div class="verse">And ply their pretty arts, nor heed,</div> -<div class="verse">While wilful gusts make sport, like them,</div> -<div class="verse">With mantle’s fold, and garment’s hem;</div> -<div class="verse">Or some, more bold, soft vengeance wreak</div> -<div class="verse">On lifting hair, and glowing cheek.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But, scarce the wood hath set them free,</div> -<div class="verse">Some forceful sprite in winter’s fee</div> -<div class="verse">To snatch Spring’s garland would make bold,</div> -<div class="verse">Whom shrill the shrinking maids do scold,</div> -<div class="verse">Until the sun, their champion bright,</div> -<div class="verse">Doth drive aback the wintry knight,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose wild assault being overthrown,</div> -<div class="verse">Far in the woodland makes he moan,</div> -<div class="verse">And gentle Spring with all her train</div> -<div class="verse">Doth hold high court on earth again.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2 class="faux">·THOUGHTS·IN·A·HAMMOCK</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 440px;"> -<img src="images/image080.jpg" width="440" height="171" alt="·THOUGHTS·IN·A·HAMMOCK" /> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">R</span>OCKED as in some fairy boat,</div> -<div class="verse">By swift fancy set afloat,</div> -<div class="verse">’Twixt the oceans, blue and green,</div> -<div class="verse">Of grass beneath, and sky serene,</div> -<div class="verse">Where the streams of dusk and day</div> -<div class="verse">Meet and mingle, far away,</div> -<div class="verse">On the universal tide,</div> -<div class="verse">Still with time and life to glide.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Boat, that, pendent ’mid the trees,</div> -<div class="verse">Swingeth moored, yet sails the seas,</div> -<div class="verse">Stem and stern from east to west,</div> -<div class="verse">Bound upon an unknown quest,</div> -<div class="verse">Past the marge of night and day,</div> -<div class="verse">Blanched or strewn with starry spray;</div> -<div class="verse">By the oar-strokes of the blood,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span>Glides the shallop of my mood,</div> -<div class="verse">On the windings of the flood,</div> -<div class="verse">Shadowed by the summer wood,</div> -<div class="verse">Dusk with dreams yon leaves that play</div> -<div class="verse">With the falling blooms of May.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Like the web the Fates do spin</div> -<div class="verse">Helpless man to cradle in—</div> -<div class="verse">Hung, with life, upon a thread,</div> -<div class="verse">Here I swing, and, o’er my head,</div> -<div class="verse">Maze of apples, boughs and leaves,</div> -<div class="verse">Meshed wherein, my thought enweaves</div> -<div class="verse">Tapestry, phantasmic, strange,</div> -<div class="verse">Shot with shifting dyes of change:</div> -<div class="verse">So my shallow bark and frail</div> -<div class="verse">Spreads a rich emblazoned sail,</div> -<div class="verse">Filled, as now the summer breeze</div> -<div class="verse">Fans my brain and stirs the trees,</div> -<div class="verse">Where, a hidden heart of fire,</div> -<div class="verse">Strives the moon in her desire</div> -<div class="verse">Still to pierce the leafy fret</div> -<div class="verse">Her celestial seat to get.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Cynthia’s self that silver shape,</div> -<div class="verse">Boskage dark, she doth escape,</div> -<div class="verse">Long her gleaming body hid</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span>Forth from its embraces slid,</div> -<div class="verse">Doth naked, glorious, emerge</div> -<div class="verse">Upon the lucent starry verge.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let me linger in the wood,</div> -<div class="verse">Hear the sound of pipings rude,</div> -<div class="verse">Watch the shapes of nymph and fawn,</div> -<div class="verse">Centaurs fleet across the lawn,</div> -<div class="verse">Satyrs brown, in rhythmic dance,</div> -<div class="verse">By the stream great Pan, perchance,</div> -<div class="verse">Hidden in the vocal reed—</div> -<div class="verse">All the happy antique breed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I would turn again the book,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet again to steal a look,</div> -<div class="verse">Back to where Time’s firstling ran—</div> -<div class="verse">Arboreal ancestral man:</div> -<div class="verse">Wooing shy his dusky mate,</div> -<div class="verse">Wild-eyed, half articulate:</div> -<div class="verse">In his rude canoe, askance,</div> -<div class="verse">See him poise his flint-tipped lance,</div> -<div class="verse">Flashing in the ardent noon</div> -<div class="verse">O’er the sedgy broad lagoon,</div> -<div class="verse">When Thames reeds the river-horse</div> -<div class="verse">Crushed in his unconscious force.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Swinging on the pendent bough</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span>Had he sweet content enow?</div> -<div class="verse">Basking in the primal sun</div> -<div class="verse">Recked he how his race should run?</div> -<div class="verse">How, for forest night of trees,</div> -<div class="verse">Cities spreading, dense as these,</div> -<div class="verse">Where the shade of gilded pride,</div> -<div class="verse">Starved and savage men, should hide</div> -<div class="verse">Human vampires, hawks and flies,</div> -<div class="verse">Gliding snakes and lustrous eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">Dainty beauty, plumaged fair,</div> -<div class="verse">Hollow masks for smiling care,</div> -<div class="verse">Hopeless toil that smileth not,</div> -<div class="verse">Misery, untold, forgot—</div> -<div class="verse">Where the throng of fashion flaunts,</div> -<div class="verse">Where, in dark unwholesome haunts,</div> -<div class="verse">Lurks a darker race, to prowl</div> -<div class="verse">Desert streets when night doth scowl,</div> -<div class="verse">Desert stoney streets, and bare,</div> -<div class="verse">’Neath a strange electric glare,</div> -<div class="verse">Fiery eyed to track them down,</div> -<div class="verse">Homeless on the heartless town.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ah! could early man, or late,</div> -<div class="verse">Set his ways, or Nature’s, straight,</div> -<div class="verse">Who life’s stream doth careless pour,</div> -<div class="verse">Lets the cup brim o’er and o’er,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span>Who will drink, or, drinking, dream,</div> -<div class="verse">With the chosen skim the cream,</div> -<div class="verse">Struggle with the ravening swine,</div> -<div class="verse">For residue, or helpless whine,</div> -<div class="verse">Lazarus at Dives’ gate,</div> -<div class="verse">Dives at his feast of state,</div> -<div class="verse">Rising with a hungry heart,</div> -<div class="verse">As, one by one, life’s guests depart.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Could we chain those monsters up</div> -<div class="verse">That on human lives do sup—</div> -<div class="verse">Shameless lust of rule and gold,</div> -<div class="verse">Lawless greed grown overbold,</div> -<div class="verse">Vice and drink with palsied hand</div> -<div class="verse">Riding down the joyless land—</div> -<div class="verse">Then, if humanity could be</div> -<div class="verse">From these, and other tyrants, free</div> -<div class="verse">To win its bread—to win, I wot,</div> -<div class="verse">Vine, and fig, and breathing plot,</div> -<div class="verse">Joy in work, and joy in leisure,</div> -<div class="verse">Love and art to fill life’s measure,</div> -<div class="verse">Force and fraud might vainly rage</div> -<div class="verse">To see, new born, the golden age.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sailing thus, as thought doth steer,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span>With the moon through cloud and clear,</div> -<div class="verse">Fancy flutt’ring at the prow,</div> -<div class="verse">Sirens singing soft and low,</div> -<div class="verse">From the opal shores and streams,</div> -<div class="verse">Where they dye the cloth of dreams—</div> -<div class="verse">From the present and the past</div> -<div class="verse">Have I touched the land at last!</div> -<div class="verse">Voyaging the world around</div> -<div class="verse">Yet anchored still to English ground.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="unindent"><small>June, 1884.</small></div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 282px;"> -<img src="images/image085.jpg" width="282" height="184" alt="decoration" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a><br /><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p> - -<h2 class="faux">·THE·SIRENS·THREE</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 305px;"> -<img src="images/image087.jpg" width="305" height="376" alt="THE·SIRENS·THREE" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a><br /><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p> - - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 203px;"> -<img src="images/image089.jpg" width="203" height="94" alt="decoration" /> -</div> - - -<h2>THE SIRENS THREE<br /> - -<big>DEDICATORY SONNET</big><br /> - -<small>TO</small><br /> - -WILLIAM MORRIS</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">T</span>HE Mage of Naishapur in English tongue</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beside the northern sea, I, wandering, read,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With chaunt of breaking waves each verse was said,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Till, storm-possessed, my heart in answer sung;</div> -<div class="verse">And to the winds my ship of thoughts I flung,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And drifted wide upon the ocean dread</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of space and time, ere thought and life were bred,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Till Hope did cast the anchor, and I clung.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Book of Omar saw I limned in gold,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And decked with vine and rose and pictured pause,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Enwrought by hands of one well skilled and bold</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In art and poesy and Freedom’s cause—</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hope of humanity and equal laws—</span></div> -<div class="verse">To him and to this hope be mine enscrolled.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 451px;"> -<img src="images/image090.jpg" width="451" height="171" alt="THE·SIRENS·THREE" /> -</div> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">L</span>OST on a sleepless sea, without avail</div> -<div class="verse">My soul’s ship drifted wide, with idle sail</div> -<div class="verse">And slow pulsating oars, that night’s blue gulf</div> -<div class="verse">Beat noiselessly to Time’s recurring tale.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">The rolling hours like waves broke, one by one,</div> -<div class="verse">Upon the tide of thought time’s sands outrun,</div> -<div class="verse">And cloudy visions hovered o’er my bed,</div> -<div class="verse">Piled to the stars, full soon like cloud undone:</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">As, like the wan moon through her fleecy sea,</div> -<div class="verse">My spirit clove their rack unceasingly,</div> -<div class="verse">And struck at last upon an unknown ground,</div> -<div class="verse">More still than sleep, more strange than dreamlands be.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">The echoes of lost thoughts wild music made,</div> -<div class="verse">Like Sirens, heard above the winds that played,</div> -<div class="verse">Above the rhythmic waves’ tumultuous tone,</div> -<div class="verse">Upon the hollows of that coast decayed.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Yea, on the strand they stood, the Sirens three—</div> -<div class="verse">No More, and golden Now, and dark To be,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose vocal harps are love, and hope, and grief;</div> -<div class="verse">To these they sang, and waved their hands to me.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>VI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Who thence, unto the shore, escaping, clung,</div> -<div class="verse">As from the dread insatiate ocean’s tongue</div> -<div class="verse">That lapped the barren sand, and evermore,</div> -<div class="verse">Above its vain recoil, the Sisters sung.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - - -<h3>VII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Prone on that unknown land, outcast, forlorn,</div> -<div class="verse">My soul lay; watching for the eyes of morn;</div> -<div class="verse">As from a dying universe adrift,</div> -<div class="verse">A naked life—to what dim world new born?</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>VIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">All former things had passed, the sea’s salt tears</div> -<div class="verse">From Youths’ frail ship had washed false hopes and fears,</div> -<div class="verse">And relics, treasured once, bestrewed the sand,</div> -<div class="verse">Wrapped in the clinging weed the seamaid wears.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>IX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">The bodies of lost Faith and Love, outcast,</div> -<div class="verse">Spurned by the waves, and clinging to the mast,</div> -<div class="verse">Were flung upon the shore, mid drift and wreck,—</div> -<div class="verse">Time’s fragile shells, which frailer lives outlast.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>X</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">As at the world’s end left, the last of men,</div> -<div class="verse">Or ere the first was sphered, beyond his ken,</div> -<div class="verse">Was I, mid tumbled kosmic fragments cast—</div> -<div class="verse">A babe at play within a mammoth’s den:</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>XI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Mid bones of power extinct, and its lost prey,</div> -<div class="verse">With shreds and shards of unknown primal day—</div> -<div class="verse">The formless Future, and the Past forgot,</div> -<div class="verse">The broken statue, and the sculptor’s clay.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">The blue-breast bird of space his fan outspread,</div> -<div class="verse">And shook the starry splendour o’er my head—</div> -<div class="verse">A wood of eyes that wonder at the world,</div> -<div class="verse">Glassed in the world’s eyes’ wonder, scanned and read:</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Each burning orb that did the sky emblaze</div> -<div class="verse">Upon my spirit lone cast piercing gaze;</div> -<div class="verse">World beyond world enringed, and suns aflame</div> -<div class="verse">Shot from night’s spangled cloud their storm of rays.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">As doth the glass to one bright point intense</div> -<div class="verse">Draw the sun’s fervour to our shrinking sense;</div> -<div class="verse">So, on my soul, the concentrated fire</div> -<div class="verse">Of countless suns that moment did condense.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>XV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">My brain, an instant’s Atlas, seemed to bear</div> -<div class="verse">The Universe immense, and all its care;</div> -<div class="verse">For thought’s frail arms intolerable weight,</div> -<div class="verse">Since Nature’s triumph still is Man’s despair.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Untilled, unknown, the trackless regions spread</div> -<div class="verse">Which Thought, belated wanderer, doth tread,</div> -<div class="verse">Where, like river flashing through the night,</div> -<div class="verse">The milky way its myriad star-foam shed.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Cast from what vital source—what teeming brain?</div> -<div class="verse">By blind persistent force—from fiery rain?</div> -<div class="verse">Suns, moons, and stars, transmuted, globed, and hung—</div> -<div class="verse">The dew of Space upon its blue campaign:</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Trod by the feet of Time, as he doth go,</div> -<div class="verse">A labourer night and morn to reap and sow—</div> -<div class="verse">Who counts the glittering drops—the spheres that fall,</div> -<div class="verse">Or marvels they should hold such weight of woe?</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>XIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Each drop a desert, or a battle-ground</div> -<div class="verse">Of life in its arena ringed around,</div> -<div class="verse">Where without quarter wears the endless war,</div> -<div class="verse">Till Death the hunter slips his famished hound.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Here, circling with the horses of the sun,</div> -<div class="verse">Man’s fateful race from day to day is run;</div> -<div class="verse">Bound in this narrow ring—his crown, his grave</div> -<div class="verse">Still as the world for each is lost or won.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - - -<h3>XXI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Then, like a homeless one, my spirit turned</div> -<div class="verse">For shelter ’neath the roofless void, and—spurned</div> -<div class="verse">From the star-desert to the stony one—</div> -<div class="verse">Scanned the dark waste where yet no hearth fire burned:</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>XXII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">But through the veil of night, around me there,</div> -<div class="verse">Rose towering shapes clothed in the voiceless air,</div> -<div class="verse">Like kings enthroned amid their powers’ decay—</div> -<div class="verse">Statue, and ruined shrine, and temple bare:</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XXIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Dolmen, and sphinx, and Greek or Gothic fane,</div> -<div class="verse">The shattered caskets of man’s winged brain,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose flight hath left them empty, desolate,</div> -<div class="verse">Sublime in ruin on the crumbling plain.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XXIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">The perished bodies frail that once did house</div> -<div class="verse">His restless soul, and heard his sacred vows</div> -<div class="verse">To his own likeness, dressed in speech or stone,</div> -<div class="verse">Ere he forswore them for some fairer spouse.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XXV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">He sought for Truth, and cried, “Where dost thou dwell?”</div> -<div class="verse">Ten thousand tongues replied, but none could tell:</div> -<div class="verse">They held their peace, and then the stones did cry—</div> -<div class="verse">“Lo! Truth sits naked by the wayside well.”</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>XXVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">She sitteth naked since they drove her out</div> -<div class="verse">From Babel of the Creeds to wastes of Doubt;</div> -<div class="verse">There hath she wandered long in dens and caves,</div> -<div class="verse">Through Custom’s winter, and through Reason’s drought.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XXVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">They would have cloaked her as a shameful thing;</div> -<div class="verse">Force brought her chains, and Fraud a marriage ring,</div> -<div class="verse">But Truth, affrighted, fled the market place</div> -<div class="verse">Where lies were coined in gold, and Craft was king.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XXVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">And still she flies from sacred fount, and school,</div> -<div class="verse">When man defiles, or doth his kind befool;</div> -<div class="verse">And still they wait, the halt, the lame, the blind,</div> -<div class="verse">Though Truth, the angel, troubleth not the pool.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XXIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">A wandering spirit in this street of tombs,</div> -<div class="verse">I sought her yet who still to travel dooms,</div> -<div class="verse">From hostel unto hostel o’er the waste,</div> -<div class="verse">Her votaries the fitful lamp illumes.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>XXX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">But ere the dawn stood trembling at night’s gate,</div> -<div class="verse">Dark as the night, I reached a portal great,</div> -<div class="verse">Wide to the homeless wind, defaced and bare,</div> -<div class="verse">While yet it spake of power, and antique state,</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XXXI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Of pillared hall and chambers large and fair,</div> -<div class="verse">Which Thought and Art had carven and made rare,</div> -<div class="verse">As life by life was laid with stone on stone,</div> -<div class="verse">Or flowed through marble veins the beams to bear;</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XXXII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">And flowered aloft in capital and frieze,</div> -<div class="verse">As roof and wall high rose with years’ increase;</div> -<div class="verse">Withal did slow decay still gild and stain,</div> -<div class="verse">Or like a stealthy robber climbed to seize.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XXXIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Strange lights from windows glared, and stranger sound</div> -<div class="verse">Of mingled mourners’ grief and revel round—</div> -<div class="verse">Sad discords from a world’s disorder wrung—</div> -<div class="verse">With music broke upon the desert bound.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>XXXIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">A fountain in the forecourt sullen slept,</div> -<div class="verse">One wintry tree beside it, wind beswept,</div> -<div class="verse">And shorn of its last leaves, which strewed the stone,</div> -<div class="verse">Like one above the water, drooped and wept.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XXXV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">And at the threshold, on the shattered stair,</div> -<div class="verse">In raiment sad one sate as cloaked in care;</div> -<div class="verse">There, too, her sister shape in vernal green,</div> -<div class="verse">The lintel old did hang with garlands fair.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XXXVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">“Who,” then I would have cried, “art thou that weep?</div> -<div class="verse">And why with mourning festal garlands heap?</div> -<div class="verse">Why thus, though kindred, are your hearts in twain!</div> -<div class="verse">O Sisters weird this magic house who keep?</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XXXVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">“This magic house, so fair, so disarrayed,</div> -<div class="verse">What god, what demon first its foundings laid?</div> -<div class="verse">Who thus its treasure to Oblivion casts,</div> -<div class="verse">Still hungering at the gate but never stayed?”</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>XXXVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">And I was answered ere my thought found tongue,</div> -<div class="verse">As pealing from the gate their voices rung,</div> -<div class="verse">Like wailing harp and voice together heard;</div> -<div class="verse">With ear intent upon their speech I hung.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XXXIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">“Let no man ask, but he who doth not shrink</div> -<div class="verse">To stand at gaze upon thought’s giddy brink,</div> -<div class="verse">Where breaks the endless sea, and ebbs and flows</div> -<div class="verse">The tides of life and death that Time doth drink.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XL</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">“Time’s very house is this, his daughters we,</div> -<div class="verse">Ruin and Renovation, thou dost see,</div> -<div class="verse">That sweep or garnish, and its chambers fit</div> -<div class="verse">For grief or joy, or whatso guests may be.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XLI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">“Pillared and roofed it is with nights and days,</div> -<div class="verse">And windows gemmed in gold, or azure space,</div> -<div class="verse">Its table spread, with earth’s, for fast or feast,</div> -<div class="verse">Between Birth’s gate and Death’s where all find place.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>XLII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">“Close curtained both with mystery and pain,</div> -<div class="verse">O’erwrought with costly tears, and heart-hued stain,</div> -<div class="verse">And Love the windows dim hath painted o’er</div> -<div class="verse">With dreams of dear delight, that wax and wane</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XLIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">“From morn to eve, as through the glowing glass</div> -<div class="verse">His vital sun transfigures, as they pass,</div> -<div class="verse">Those visionary joys, and hopes, and fears</div> -<div class="verse">That mask Life’s face—a dream itself, alas!”</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XLIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">But ere they ceased a fairer one forth came,</div> -<div class="verse">With cup of welcome and with torch aflame,</div> -<div class="verse">In floating raiment soft, and radiant hair,</div> -<div class="verse">And thus she sang, each captive sense to claim:—</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XLV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">“Dream on, O soul, or sleep and take thy rest,</div> -<div class="verse">The feast is spread however late the guest;</div> -<div class="verse">Let passion drug the cup with secret fire,</div> -<div class="verse">Till torturing thought be slain on pleasure’s breast.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>XLVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">“Where all are masked thy mask shall be thy face,</div> -<div class="verse">Call for the best life gives, and take thy place</div> -<div class="verse">At Time’s long hostel board; cast off thy care,</div> -<div class="verse">And rest you merry in dame Fortune’s grace.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XLVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">“Vex not thy soul until the reckoning day,</div> -<div class="verse">Though life be but the least thou hast to pay;</div> -<div class="verse">Stand not too late on pleasure’s foaming brink,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor yet, with sightless eld, outsit the play.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XLVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">“Time is thine host, and, ere the day grows old,</div> -<div class="verse">To thee his story strange he shall unfold,</div> -<div class="verse">Writ in a half-obliterated scroll,</div> -<div class="verse">But pictured fair, and graven deep—behold!”</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - - -<h3>XLIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">As though a new Pandora raised the lid,</div> -<div class="verse">And let life’s mystery escape unbid,</div> -<div class="verse">Broke sudden on my sight a wonder show,</div> -<div class="verse">As through the portal dark I gazed, close hid:</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>L</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">E’en like as one who sits expectant, dumb,</div> -<div class="verse">At gaze before some world’s proscenium,</div> -<div class="verse">When rolls the curtain from the painted stage,</div> -<div class="verse">To see life’s play,—Past, Present, and To Come;</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">The drama of the earth before me rolled,</div> -<div class="verse">The war of good and evil, new and old,</div> -<div class="verse">The fight for very life, for space, for air,</div> -<div class="verse">The sum and cost of Being, still untold.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Since when Time’s brooding bird did patient sit</div> -<div class="verse">Upon her spherèd egg—the world, to wit,</div> -<div class="verse">Potent with life, in ocean, earth, and air,</div> -<div class="verse">Ere ever faun or flower did people it:</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>LIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Since when from countless germs life’s tree did grow</div> -<div class="verse">From writhing worms about its roots below,</div> -<div class="verse">From dragon-shapes that clasp its fossil stem,</div> -<div class="verse">To bear love’s fruit, and human flowers arow.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Where Thought’s winged kind among its branches dwell,</div> -<div class="verse">Still fertilized by Beauty’s potent spell;</div> -<div class="verse">Cast and re-cast in Nature’s supple mould,</div> -<div class="verse">Through death and change, and birth’s transforming cell.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">’Twas pictured here—with boughs outspread thro’ space,</div> -<div class="verse">Blossomed with stars upon the sky’s swart face,</div> -<div class="verse">With globing worlds for fruit, that cool or glow</div> -<div class="verse">As night and day, like leaves their shadows chase.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Out of the dream of ages, sleeping fast,</div> -<div class="verse">Out of the dim and unrecorded past,</div> -<div class="verse">Out of the caverns of uncounted time,</div> -<div class="verse">In life’s dark house Man saw the sun at last.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>LVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Inhuman Man, late come unto the birth,</div> -<div class="verse">Wrapped in the swathing bands of mother Earth,</div> -<div class="verse">Long his descent, his pedigree obscure,</div> -<div class="verse">To his inheritance of strife and dearth.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">As from the ground the earth worm crawls to light,</div> -<div class="verse">Speechless and blind, from antenatal night</div> -<div class="verse">Man rose on earth, the bitter strife began—</div> -<div class="verse">Man rose on earth, and craft did conquer might:</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Since cruel Nature, careless of her child,</div> -<div class="verse">Left him an outcast on the worldly wild,</div> -<div class="verse">Cradled in space, and serpent-swathed in time,</div> -<div class="verse">And rocked to sleep by death, or dream-beguiled.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">I saw him in his cradle at the first,</div> -<div class="verse">With beasts and savage passions, rudely nursed,</div> -<div class="verse">To snatch uncertain life from Nature’s hand,</div> -<div class="verse">Niggard or prodigal, through best and worst;</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>LXI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">He blindly bore the burden of his day</div> -<div class="verse">With his dumb kindred of the primal clay,</div> -<div class="verse">Whence drew his blood brute instincts, fiery lusts,</div> -<div class="verse">That waste his substance still, and tear and slay.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">A babbling child he sits upon Time’s sand,</div> -<div class="verse">To the mute sky he cries, he would command;</div> -<div class="verse">Heedless he plays with serpents and with fire,</div> -<div class="verse">With life—a toy in his unconscious hand.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Yet hath he held it from that early day,</div> -<div class="verse">Though Death did ever plot to snatch away,</div> -<div class="verse">And snared his tottering steps with dangers thick,</div> -<div class="verse">Prowling in countless shapes beside his way.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Sore was the strife, and little was life’s boon</div> -<div class="verse">Between the toiling sun and wasting moon,</div> -<div class="verse">With lurid pleasures fierce, and horrid rite,</div> -<div class="verse">Blind day outworn, the long long sleep won soon.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>LXV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Still Nature, prodigal, did cast his seed</div> -<div class="verse">O’er frozen sea, or burning zone, to breed—</div> -<div class="verse">Where hand or foot could cling, or heart could beat—</div> -<div class="verse">Man’s kind on earth, since sprung to flower, or weed.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">The rod of Want, the school of bitter Need,</div> -<div class="verse">Taught him Life’s letters, still so hard to read:</div> -<div class="verse">Use gave him skill, and skill new sense to use,</div> -<div class="verse">He bent the bow, he bade the ploughshare speed.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Bread for his body and his soul he sought,</div> -<div class="verse">Raiment to cloak him from the cold he bought</div> -<div class="verse">Of ruthless nature, toiling brain and hand;</div> -<div class="verse">Past all the gates of death his race he brought.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Lo! infant Thought and Art, Man’s children fair,</div> -<div class="verse">First tottering from the cave, his primal lair;</div> -<div class="verse">Babes in the world’s wood wandering, to and fro,</div> -<div class="verse">To touch man’s sordid heart, and lift his care.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>LXIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Since the first hunter graved his dirk and horn,</div> -<div class="verse">Or in the shepherd state was music born—</div> -<div class="verse">When Song lay dreaming in the whispering reed,</div> -<div class="verse">Ere she discoursed unto the golden morn.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Born of life’s travail, Virtues, sweet, benign,</div> -<div class="verse">Grew like fair daughters of a race divine—</div> -<div class="verse">The pillars of Man’s house, before whose rod</div> -<div class="verse">Evil and Good, as twisted snakes, untwine.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXXI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">But to his roof had fled pale palsied Fear,</div> -<div class="verse">The child of Death and Night, but fathered there,</div> -<div class="verse">And nursed by Ignorance beside the hearth</div> -<div class="verse">To cloud his house with all her mystic gear.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXXII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Demon and fetish painted she to scare,</div> -<div class="verse">And veils against the light did weave and wear;</div> -<div class="verse">Yea, Art and Thought, man’s firstlings, fain would bind</div> -<div class="verse">From birth to serve her will, her yoke to bear.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>LXXIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">So Man, held hand and foot, a slave behold</div> -<div class="verse">Between the soldier-king and priest of old;</div> -<div class="verse">By force and fraud bound fast as by two chains—</div> -<div class="verse">How long, O Man, how long shall they thee hold?</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXXIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">“How long?” again I cried,—but Silence kept</div> -<div class="verse">Her finger on the lips of Hope: still slept,</div> -<div class="verse">Like clouds upon the mountains, dreams untold,</div> -<div class="verse">And Freedom on the tomb of ages wept.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXXV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Yet, like a watcher by a beacon fire,</div> -<div class="verse">Amid the lurid gloom and shadows dire,</div> -<div class="verse">Wrapped in the cloak of darkness, fold on fold,</div> -<div class="verse">I marked through flames portentous shapes aspire.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - - -<h3>LXXVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Slow streamed the progress vast of human kind,</div> -<div class="verse">Out of the primal dark I watched it wind,</div> -<div class="verse">Like a full river gleaming towards the sun,</div> -<div class="verse">Crested with light, but lost in mists behind.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXXVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">I saw the towering crests of ancient state</div> -<div class="verse">Arise and pass, and bow themselves to fate:</div> -<div class="verse">Captors of men bound still to conquering Time,</div> -<div class="verse">And in their triumph drawn to death’s dark gate.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXXVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Colossal Egypt on her car rolled by,</div> -<div class="verse">Dragged by her crowd of slaves, with lash and cry;</div> -<div class="verse">Who now, a slave herself, is bought and sold,</div> -<div class="verse">And buried in the sand her pride doth lie.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXXIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Athens, supreme, with burnished helm and spear,</div> -<div class="verse">In art and arms and wisdom shining clear,</div> -<div class="verse">To other hands hath passed the lamp of life,</div> -<div class="verse">And weep the muses o’er her sculptured bier.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>LXXX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">There, clothed as with a robe with power and pride,</div> -<div class="verse">Great Rome upon her triumph car did ride</div> -<div class="verse">Over the necks of nations and of men,</div> -<div class="verse">Unto whose broken wheel still souls are tied.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXXXI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">All these I saw, as on time’s painted page</div> -<div class="verse">The figure of man’s life from age to age</div> -<div class="verse">Was figured, like his life of years and hours,</div> -<div class="verse">And glassed his face—an infant or a mage.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXXXII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">In boyhood bright beneath the Grecian sun,</div> -<div class="verse">I saw him stand, intent his race to run—</div> -<div class="verse">To touch the golden goal of thought and art,</div> -<div class="verse">And daring all man since hath dared or done.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXXXIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">The apple of his life to Beauty’s hand</div> -<div class="verse">Freely he gave, and she so dowered his land,</div> -<div class="verse">That still that fond world takes it for her glass,</div> -<div class="verse">And gazes, leaving knowledge and command.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>LXXXIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">In youth a mystic shadow o’er him fell:</div> -<div class="verse">He touched the lover’s lute beneath the spell;</div> -<div class="verse">He fought, a knight-at-arms, for lady’s grace;</div> -<div class="verse">He prayed a monk austere in haunted cell;</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXXXV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Till Nature roused him from his dreams again,</div> -<div class="verse">And Reason broke the chains which bound him then;</div> -<div class="verse">New knowledge, power, and beauty filled life’s cup,</div> -<div class="verse">And rolled the round world to his manhood’s ken.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXXXVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Yet old before his time he sits, out-worn</div> -<div class="verse">With words and wars, upon the seat of scorn;</div> -<div class="verse">Weary of life’s vain round, love’s fruitless chase,</div> -<div class="verse">False fortune’s whirling wheel, fame’s empty horn.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXXXVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">For here, in living shape and semblance, shone</div> -<div class="verse">The passions and the powers man’s soul hath won</div> -<div class="verse">Through all his ages, like the starry signs</div> -<div class="verse">Where through life’s year revolves the sleepless sun.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>LXXXVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">The pattern and the form of thoughts untold;</div> -<div class="verse">The book of being wrought in runes of gold;</div> -<div class="verse">The twisted net that holds all gain and loss</div> -<div class="verse">The birth-clothes cover, or the shroud doth fold.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>LXXXIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">The moving tapestry of human date,</div> -<div class="verse">Where lives for threads are crossed in love or hate,</div> -<div class="verse">Between the narrow beams of dark and day—</div> -<div class="verse">Time’s shifting loom, the toil of threefold fate.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XC</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">At their eternal task the sisters dread,</div> -<div class="verse">Who spin and weave and shear the slender thread</div> -<div class="verse">With all its dyes, that doth sustain and fill</div> -<div class="verse">This tangled web from pole to pole outspread.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XCI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">The arras that doth clothe the house of Time,</div> -<div class="verse">Stained with the hues of all man’s bliss and crime:—</div> -<div class="verse">The chequered pageant of the changing earth</div> -<div class="verse">Still through its folds doth ever sink and climb:</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>XCII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Along the street of days and nights where rolls</div> -<div class="verse">The world’s car onwards and its throng of souls,</div> -<div class="verse">Like captives in a conqueror’s triumph chained—</div> -<div class="verse">Compelled by fortune’s wheel that none controls.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XCIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">The glittering triumph of youth’s golden dreams,</div> -<div class="verse">And ardent manhood in the zenith, beams</div> -<div class="verse">Of love, and fame, and power that guides the car,</div> -<div class="verse">And slow-pulsed eld still warmed in their last gleams.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XCIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Masqued with the masquers in that endless race</div> -<div class="verse">The hours go by at grief’s or passion’s pace,</div> -<div class="verse">And cloaked alike in poverty or pride,</div> -<div class="verse">Through all life’s masks death shows his ashen face.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XCV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">The shadow clinging to the feet of life,</div> -<div class="verse">As unto day doth cleave his silent wife—</div> -<div class="verse">Sower and reaper in the self-same field—</div> -<div class="verse">Twin spirits folded in immortal strife.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>XCVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">There good and ill, brothers and bitter foes,</div> -<div class="verse">Do strike the balance of man’s joys and woes;</div> -<div class="verse">And in the traffic of the world’s exchange</div> -<div class="verse">Oft ill as good, and good as evil goes:</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XCVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Two knights that battle for Truth’s painted targe,</div> -<div class="verse">With flashing spears upon time’s river marge,</div> -<div class="verse">Where, like the rushing waters, rise their steeds,</div> -<div class="verse">And crash together in tremendous charge.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XCVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Their broken harness lies upon time’s plain,</div> -<div class="verse">Their wars’ receding tide doth cast the slain,</div> -<div class="verse">As shifts the battle ground from age to age,</div> -<div class="verse">And earth its grim memorials retain.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>XCIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">These things I marked, as in a moving show</div> -<div class="verse">Before mine eyes life passed thro’ gloom and glow—</div> -<div class="verse">The trappings and the garniture that decked</div> -<div class="verse">This house of shadows still from room to room.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - - -<h3>C</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Man was; man is; but who shall count the gain,</div> -<div class="verse">Or measure out the sum of all life’s pain?</div> -<div class="verse">So to the play my thought made interlude,</div> -<div class="verse">And still to fate’s sad music sang refrain.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Man is, but who can count his being’s cost?</div> -<div class="verse">Who metes the water from the pitcher lost?</div> -<div class="verse">The squandered corn upon the sower’s path?</div> -<div class="verse">Cast in time’s scale hath good or ill the most?</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Each out of Babel answers for himself,</div> -<div class="verse">As justice he doth love, or gilded pelf:</div> -<div class="verse">Who in the school of ignorance should read</div> -<div class="verse">Truth’s tattered book on thriftless nature’s shelf?</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>CIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Unlettered children, hopeless to the task,</div> -<div class="verse">And dumb before life’s riddles, still we ask;</div> -<div class="verse">But labour, sole, is answered—patient thought,</div> -<div class="verse">And science still doth nature make unmask.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Ah! what is life?—A coin but stamped and cast</div> -<div class="verse">Into time’s treasury, counted, weighed, and pass’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Staked in the fateful race for weal or woe,</div> -<div class="verse">And, gold or silver, changed for lead at last?</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">While dread Necessity, great Nature’s nurse,</div> -<div class="verse">Who rules man’s way for better or for worse,</div> -<div class="verse">Still watching by death’s bed and birth’s doth sit</div> -<div class="verse">To pour life’s blessing or to brand its curse.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Between the flickering lamps of day and night,</div> -<div class="verse">Cloaked in her age-worn mantle care-bedight,</div> -<div class="verse">Behold her shape, inexorable, vast—</div> -<div class="verse">Blind arbitress o’er changeling wrong and right:</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>CVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Who pain, and bliss, and passion, hope, despair,</div> -<div class="verse">Casts in life’s cup, she, cunning, mixes fair,</div> -<div class="verse">And gives, as to a babe, man’s helpless lips,</div> -<div class="verse">Drawing delicious poison unaware.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Then what is life? Well might we ask again—</div> -<div class="verse">A spirit from the cup that fills the brain</div> -<div class="verse">With teeming images of love and power,</div> -<div class="verse">And high desires ’tis impotent to gain?</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Protean life which man doth vain pursue</div> -<div class="verse">From youth’s green meads to age’s mountains blue—</div> -<div class="verse">The painted fly a breathless child doth chase—</div> -<div class="verse">Through all its changing shapes to change but true:</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">This quivering bubble, dyed with every stain</div> -<div class="verse">Of splendour and of passion, why in vain—</div> -<div class="verse">Ah! why?—It sails the summer air—</div> -<div class="verse">An iridescent moment lost in rain?</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - - -<h3>CXI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">But still the cup is passed swift as of yore,</div> -<div class="verse">As life each new come guest doth pledge and pour</div> -<div class="verse">The priceless wine into the fragile glass,</div> -<div class="verse">Once to the brim filled up, and filled no more.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Some drink with eager thirst; some waste their store,</div> -<div class="verse">Or drop by drop still watch it shrinking sore;</div> -<div class="verse">Some, ere the vital juice hath passed their lips,</div> -<div class="verse">The frail cup shatter on the marble floor.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Yet high the feast-tide rolled, and those who fell</div> -<div class="verse">Few missed, nor empty long their place did dwell,</div> -<div class="verse">For great the press is at earth’s table round,</div> -<div class="verse">And still new streams that company doth swell.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>CXIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Ah! bitter was the strife, and hot the breath,</div> -<div class="verse">Of envy, hate, their smiling masks beneath,</div> -<div class="verse">And baleful fires I saw in beauties’ eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">And rosy ensigns veiled the cheek of death.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">While grovelled for the crumbs a famished crew,</div> -<div class="verse">As starvèd hounds for what man careless threw,</div> -<div class="verse">On wastrel bread and refuse fain to feed,</div> -<div class="verse">Or none, as deadlier their struggle grew.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">For very life at all too dear a cost</div> -<div class="verse">As slaves these toiled, while those as counters tost</div> -<div class="verse">Their lives for gold, or gold for lives exchanged,</div> -<div class="verse">Indifferent, so they did win, who lost.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">For those the roses, and for these the rue,</div> -<div class="verse">In man’s unequal measures paid undue:</div> -<div class="verse">Some murmured loud, some patient bore their fate—</div> -<div class="verse">The poor were many, and the rich were few.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>CXVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Most weary of the sordid throng I grew,</div> -<div class="verse">And thence a little space apart withdrew,</div> -<div class="verse">Weary of life, that it this thing should be,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor other lot for man that hope foreknew.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">So to the portal dark I turned again,</div> -<div class="verse">And there, as at the first, the Sisters twain—</div> -<div class="verse">She who the fruitless garland hung aloft,</div> -<div class="verse">She on the shattered stone that wept in vain.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">But in the forecourt flashed the fountain’s stream,</div> -<div class="verse">The wintry tree beside its glittering beam</div> -<div class="verse">Bore now a cloud of blossom, red and pale,</div> -<div class="verse">As if bright spring had touched it in a dream.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - - -<h3>CXXI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Alone I stood in that still house of Time,</div> -<div class="verse">All swept and bare it was as at the prime,</div> -<div class="verse">And but the sea-wind peopled it with sighs,</div> -<div class="verse">And, heard afar, the slow waves’ measured chime.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXXII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">I saw Time’s shape colossal rising stark</div> -<div class="verse">Against the endless waves, receding dark</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath a rising dawn that never rose</div> -<div class="verse">Upon the sea, where yet would Hope embark.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXXIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Yea! Hope arose and drew the painted veil</div> -<div class="verse">Of things that are, and furled it like a sail,</div> -<div class="verse">And on her gilded prow I stood at gaze</div> -<div class="verse">On golden sands beyond the morning pale.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXXIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">And from the face of Earth were drawn away,</div> -<div class="verse">Like clinging mists that do obscure the day,</div> -<div class="verse">The shadows and the fears which have oppressed</div> -<div class="verse">Her children long beneath their baneful sway.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>CXXV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">As new created in her sculptured sphere,</div> -<div class="verse">I saw her rise again translucent, clear,</div> -<div class="verse">Robed in the kindling splendour of the sun,</div> -<div class="verse">Renascent from the sea of crystal air,</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXXVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">That limpid broke on her rejoicing shore,</div> -<div class="verse">Where life’s reviving stream welled evermore</div> -<div class="verse">From Nature’s fount, through teeming veins that bred</div> -<div class="verse">Man’s countless kin from one redundant core.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXXVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">I saw the dragons slain of lust and greed,</div> -<div class="verse">Of gold and power, that waste to serve their need</div> -<div class="verse">Poor human lives; and till earth’s fruitful fields</div> -<div class="verse">With fire and sword, and bloody vengeance breed.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXXVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">No more the nations armed did lie and wait,</div> -<div class="verse">Like bandits fierce, to spoil and desolate</div> -<div class="verse">What each did hold most dear—no dogs of war</div> -<div class="verse">At tyrant’s beck, let loose to maim and bait.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>CXXIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">No peoples blind by blinder leaders led</div> -<div class="verse">Into the pit of shame, or daily fed</div> -<div class="verse">Like swine on empty husks and sophistries,</div> -<div class="verse">And frozen custom giving stones for bread.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXXX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">No selfish castes in internecine strife</div> -<div class="verse">Fought like the beasts to win a worthless life;</div> -<div class="verse">No ruthless commerce cheapened hope and health,</div> -<div class="verse">Or held to slavish throats starvation’s knife.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXXXI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">No rights usurped, against the common good</div> -<div class="verse">Breathed out defiance, and the claims withstood</div> -<div class="verse">Of labour and of life, where all by labour lived:</div> -<div class="verse">No bonds were there but bonds of brotherhood.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXXXII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">No temple-gloom obscured the lucent skies,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor incense fume of faith’s dead sacrifice,</div> -<div class="verse">No baneful toil made cities desolate</div> -<div class="verse">With hellish smoke at morn and eve to rise.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>CXXXIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">No morbid anchorite with famished creed</div> -<div class="verse">Would man persuade to sell his nature’s need</div> -<div class="verse">Of joy—no fevered dream of future fate</div> -<div class="verse">Would snatch life’s brimming cup, his human meed.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXXXIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Not there blind dogma flung the bitter fruit</div> -<div class="verse">Of discord, burning red, or hate uproot</div> -<div class="verse">The flower of innocence, or fraud beguiled,</div> -<div class="verse">Or force laid iron hands on man and brute.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXXXV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">I saw regenerate Man, as stainless, free—</div> -<div class="verse">A child again on mother Nature’s knee;</div> -<div class="verse">His wistful eyes did scan the starry spheres,</div> -<div class="verse">His hand outstretched to life’s new-flowering tree.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXXXVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">The Ages kneeling at his feet did bear</div> -<div class="verse">The treasure of their thoughts in caskets rare—</div> -<div class="verse">The fire-tried gold of science, and the lore</div> -<div class="verse">Of wisdom, bought with costly toil and care.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>CXXXVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">The thoughts each moment from the quivering brain</div> -<div class="verse">That spring like flames, or, born with labour pain,</div> -<div class="verse">Embodied there I saw—quick thronging spirits fair</div> -<div class="verse">From whose inwoven wings light fell like summer rain.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXXXVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">And each in hand did bear the emblems bright</div> -<div class="verse">Wherein do art and poesy delight,</div> -<div class="verse">And mysteries of science, hid in time,</div> -<div class="verse">Her wands of power and globes of knowledge-light</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXXXIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">For, more than men, lives Man, through death alive;</div> -<div class="verse">Slow moves the progress vast, still cry and strive</div> -<div class="verse">New hopes, new thoughts for utterance and for act,</div> -<div class="verse">And Use, and Strength, and Beauty yet survive.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXL</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Yea, beauty’s image graven on the mind</div> -<div class="verse">Beats with the pulse of life, in life enshrined;</div> -<div class="verse">Irradiant she moves in love’s own flame,</div> -<div class="verse">And joy with her, and the sweet graces kind.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>CXLI</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Like Venus flashing from the lucent sea,</div> -<div class="verse">Or, from the earth, the flower Persephone;</div> -<div class="verse">She that was buried, lo! is born again,</div> -<div class="verse">And time her resurrection brings to be.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>CXLII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Daughter of earth yet is not mortal she,</div> -<div class="verse">Though time hath shook the blossoms from her tree,</div> -<div class="verse">Her spring returns, her summer and her fruit,</div> -<div class="verse">And Art by her hath Immortality.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - - -<h3>CXLIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">I saw, I heard no more, for sleep, like rain<br /> -Fell soft at last upon my restless brain;<br /> -For Sleep in all the pageant made the last,<br /> -And with her poppies swept mine eyes again:</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>CXLIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Yea, far upon her wings then I was borne<br /> -All dreamlessly till, like a dream, the morn<br /> -Broke on my sense and sight, and swift and loud,<br /> -Day, like a hunter, blew his golden horn.</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 256px;"> -<img src="images/image128.jpg" width="256" height="300" alt="decoration" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2 class="faux">·FLORA’S·FEAST· -·A·MASQVE·OF·FLOWERS</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 448px;"> -<img src="images/image129.jpg" width="448" height="180" alt="FLORA’S·FEAST·A·MASQVE·OF·FLOWERS" /> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">T</span>HE sullen winter nearly spent,</div> -<div class="verse">Queen Flora to her garden went</div> -<div class="verse">To call the flowers from their long sleep,</div> -<div class="verse">The year’s glad festivals to keep:</div> -<div class="verse">And one by one each making bold</div> -<div class="verse">Their silken vesture to unfold,</div> -<div class="verse">And peeping forth to meet the sun,</div> -<div class="verse">The long procession is begun:—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The snowdrops, first upon the scene,</div> -<div class="verse">White-crested braved King Frost’s demesne:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The little Crocus reaches up</div> -<div class="verse">To catch a sunbeam in his cup:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Daffodil his trumpet blows,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span>And after spring a-hunting goes:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Anemones rode out the gale,</div> -<div class="verse">Frail wind-flowers fluttered, red and pale:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Violet and the Primrose dame,</div> -<div class="verse">With modest mien but hearts a-flame:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Green kirtled from the brooklet’s fold,</div> -<div class="verse">The rustic maid Marsh Marigold:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The “Lady smocks all silver white”</div> -<div class="verse">The milkmaids of the meadows bright,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Where shining Buttercups abound</div> -<div class="verse">Among the Cowslips on the ground.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here, Lords and Ladies of the wood,</div> -<div class="verse">With shaking spear and riding hood:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Black knight-at-arms, the white-plumed Thorn;</div> -<div class="verse">In pomp the Crown Imperial borne.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">While Tulips lift the banner red,</div> -<div class="verse">Or fill their cups with fire instead:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sweet Hyacinths their bells did ring,</div> -<div class="verse">To swell the music of the spring.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With blazoned pennons from each spear</div> -<div class="verse">The Iris and the Flag appear:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sweet masking May, in white or red,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span>Her snowy cloud of blossom spread:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And Chaucer’s Daisy, small and sweet—</div> -<div class="verse">“Si douce est la Margarete.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The little Lilies of the Vale,</div> -<div class="verse">White ladies delicate and pale.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Great Peonies in crimson pride,</div> -<div class="verse">And budding ones in green that hide:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fair Columbines that drew the car</div> -<div class="verse">Of Venus from her distant star:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And Love’s own flower, the blushing Rose,</div> -<div class="verse">The Queen of all the garden close:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And Roses from the hedgerow wild,</div> -<div class="verse">Behind their thorns that faintly smiled:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And from the cressy brook’s green side,</div> -<div class="verse">“Forget-me-Not,” a small voice cried.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here stately Lilies pale and proud,</div> -<div class="verse">In vesture pure as summer cloud;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Or, burning like an orange flame,</div> -<div class="verse">With torches borne aloft they came.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Monk that wears the Hood of blue,</div> -<div class="verse">The Belles of Canterbury, too:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wide Oxeyes in the meads that gaze</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span>On scarlet Poppy heads ablaze:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ere Evening Primrose lights her lamp,</div> -<div class="verse">A beacon to the garden camp:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When Lilies of the Day are done,</div> -<div class="verse">And sunk the golden westering sun:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fresh Pinks cast incense on the air,</div> -<div class="verse">In fluttering garments fringed and rare.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Their cousin from the corn in blue;</div> -<div class="verse">Corn Marigold of golden hue.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The fond Convolvulus still clings,</div> -<div class="verse">The Honeysuckle spreads his wings:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Hollyhock his standard high,</div> -<div class="verse">Rears proudly to the autumn sky:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The blazing Sunflower, black and bold,</div> -<div class="verse">Burns yet to win the sunset’s gold,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That, reddening on the Triton’s spear</div> -<div class="verse">Foretells the waning of the year:</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When Lilies, turned to Tigers, blaze</div> -<div class="verse">Amid the garden’s tangled maze;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Where still in triumph, stiff with gold,</div> -<div class="verse">The rich Chrysanthemums unfold;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ere doth the floral pageant close</div> -<div class="verse">With one last flower—a Christmas Rose.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2 class="faux">·FROM·HELLAS·HOMEWARD·</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 497px;"> -<img src="images/image133.jpg" width="497" height="190" alt="FROM·HELLAS·HOMEWARD" /> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">F</span>ROM sea to sea our steamer glides,</div> -<div class="verse">The Adriatic laves her sides,</div> -<div class="verse">Her engines, deep pulsating, beat,</div> -<div class="verse">A throbbing heart of fire and heat;</div> -<div class="verse">Its freight of human hearts to bear</div> -<div class="verse">With good and ill as time doth wear.</div> -<div class="verse">Still changeful as the changing seas</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath the wayward winds’ increase,</div> -<div class="verse">Or like the bird that eastward flies,</div> -<div class="verse">Our thoughts fare backward with our eyes</div> -<div class="verse">Which still the blue Ægean holds;</div> -<div class="verse">Round Grecian isles its cincture folds,</div> -<div class="verse">Where on Sunium falls the light,</div> -<div class="verse">And carves anew the columns white;</div> -<div class="verse">Where the gulf of Nauplia fills</div> -<div class="verse">The sculptured sides of Argos’ hills;</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span>And through their gates thrown back do show</div> -<div class="verse">Fair gardens rich and trees arow,</div> -<div class="verse">Where yet in waking dreams one sees</div> -<div class="verse">The Apples of Hesperides,</div> -<div class="verse">With but the gleaming scales between</div> -<div class="verse">Of water in the sunsets’ sheen.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Past the twinkling lights that show,</div> -<div class="verse">Like stars to mock celestial glow,</div> -<div class="verse">And light us back to antique ground—</div> -<div class="verse">To Tiryn’s buried ruins found,</div> -<div class="verse">And Agamemnon’s house of old,</div> -<div class="verse">With treasures of Mykenæ’s gold,</div> -<div class="verse">Where stands the lion-guarded gate,</div> -<div class="verse">To keep the city’s shattered state,</div> -<div class="verse">Among the lonely hills forgot</div> -<div class="verse">Of ages long, as it were not.</div> -<div class="verse">Hill and dale dissolving glide,</div> -<div class="verse">As the winged wheels swiftly slide,</div> -<div class="verse">By Nemæan crags that still</div> -<div class="verse">The legendary echoes fill.</div> -<div class="verse">Or by Corinth’s fortressed steep,</div> -<div class="verse">And shattered temple, still that keep</div> -<div class="verse">The record of her ancient fame,</div> -<div class="verse">Her glory past into a name.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What oracle from Delphi hear?</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span>What message from Apollo bear?</div> -<div class="verse">Speaks no more the god of light?</div> -<div class="verse">Doth he no word to men indite?</div> -<div class="verse">Yea, day by day his arrows’ flight</div> -<div class="verse">Behold! Dividing dark and bright,</div> -<div class="verse">Till they strike Athena’s fanes—</div> -<div class="verse">Still upon the rock she reigns,</div> -<div class="verse">Though, alas! Her house of state,</div> -<div class="verse">Empty is, and desolate:</div> -<div class="verse">Fair still her shrine of marble shines,</div> -<div class="verse">Whenas the sun-like moon defines</div> -<div class="verse">With opal lights and shadows blue</div> -<div class="verse">That well nigh build the temple new,</div> -<div class="verse">Which day by day o’erlays with gold</div> -<div class="verse">As in the sun’s bright flame of old.</div> -<div class="verse">Many a morn and eve have we</div> -<div class="verse">Watched him rise and set at sea,</div> -<div class="verse">His foaming steeds with tossing crests</div> -<div class="verse">Turn fire the watery way they breast,</div> -<div class="verse">Where dolphins leaping drive the spray</div> -<div class="verse">Before them in their wanton play.</div> -<div class="verse">What if the ancient gods no more</div> -<div class="verse">Are seen of men on sea or shore?</div> -<div class="verse">What if a sterner creed and cold</div> -<div class="verse">Did drive them from the Temple’s fold?</div> -<div class="verse">Or pride of rule, or curse of gold,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span>With wasting care that makes youth old,</div> -<div class="verse">Do blind men’s eyes to all save gain,</div> -<div class="verse">And beauty pleads with them in vain?</div> -<div class="verse">Though greed would all the earth degrade</div> -<div class="verse">And see the world a market made,</div> -<div class="verse">And drive the peasant from his soil,</div> -<div class="verse">And lay the yoke of hopeless toil</div> -<div class="verse">Upon the millions seeking bread,</div> -<div class="verse">To art and love and beauty dead;</div> -<div class="verse">Not all has gone while these have hold</div> -<div class="verse">In some true hearts not bought and sold.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Though fallen, Aphrodité’s shrines</div> -<div class="verse">Still through the opal wave she shines,</div> -<div class="verse">Or, veiled in light doth sail the blue</div> -<div class="verse">Where breaks the foam in iris hue;</div> -<div class="verse">And still from dangerous rocks is heard</div> -<div class="verse">The siren’s song Odysseus feared,</div> -<div class="verse">Far wandering from his sea-girt home</div> -<div class="verse">In Ithaca across the foam.</div> -<div class="verse">The same stars shine above his head</div> -<div class="verse">As watch us on our rocking bed;</div> -<div class="verse">As turned his thoughts to child and wife,</div> -<div class="verse">And homestead dear, and pleasant life;</div> -<div class="verse">So, tossing on the houseless seas</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet thoughts of home our hearts do please.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 198px;"> -<img src="images/image136.jpg" width="198" height="51" alt="decoration: fish" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2 class="faux">RONDEAUS·RONDELS·& TRIOLET·</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 355px;"> -<img src="images/image137.jpg" width="355" height="389" alt="RONDEAUS·RONDELS·& TRIOLET" /> -</div> -<hr class="chap" /> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a><br /><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>RONDEAU—BEYOND THE VERGE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">B</span>EYOND the verge of night dost sigh</div> -<div class="verse">To watch the glow of reddening sky,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">While sleep the worldlings wrapt in grey</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of mist and dreams that round them play</span></div> -<div class="verse">In semblance of reality?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thought’s craggy cliff is steep to try,</div> -<div class="verse">That walls the future, yet Hope’s eye</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Doth catch the breaking beacon ray</span></div> -<div class="verse">Beyond the verge.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Now gleam and glance in gold array</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bright vanes on towers that meet half-way</span></div> -<div class="verse">Like spears and torches held on high,</div> -<div class="verse">And flashing as the wind sweeps by—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The herald’s fleet of that new day</span></div> -<div class="verse">Beyond the verge.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>RONDEAU—THE OLD AND NEW</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">T</span>HE Old and New together meet,</div> -<div class="verse">Around the world, across the street,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">As neighbours, side by side, that grew;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">As friends, or foes, as false or true,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Whose tale the heedless hours repeat.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Two stems entwined to part and greet,</div> -<div class="verse">From one root springing, bitter-sweet</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">With flower and fruitage, seed to strew,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The Old and New.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Since, serpent-twined, their knowledge knew</div> -<div class="verse">The heart of man, between the two,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">With clinging hands and winged feet</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">He stands the sport of Time’s deceit,</span></div> -<div class="verse">The parti-coloured shield in view—</div> -<div class="verse">The Old and New.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>RONDEAU—ACROSS THE FIELDS</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">A</span>CROSS the fields like swallows fly</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet thoughts and sad of days gone by,</div> -<div class="verse">From Life’s broad highway turned away,</div> -<div class="verse">Like children thought and memory play,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor heed Time’s scythe though grass be high.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Beneath the blue and shoreless sky,</div> -<div class="verse">Time is but told when seedlings dry</div> -<div class="verse">By love’s light breath are blown like spray</div> -<div class="verse">Across the fields.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now comes the scent of fallen hay,</div> -<div class="verse">And flowers bestrew the foot-worn clay,</div> -<div class="verse">While summer breathes a passing sigh,</div> -<div class="verse">As westward rolls the day’s gold eye,</div> -<div class="verse">And Time with Labour ends his day</div> -<div class="verse">Across the fields.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>RONDEAU—IN LOVE’S DISPORT</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">I</span>N love’s disport, gay bubbles blown,</div> -<div class="verse">On summer’s winds, light-freighted, flown;—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">A child intent upon delight</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The painted spheres would keep in sight—</span></div> -<div class="verse">Dissolved too soon in worlds unknown.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lo! from the furnace mouth hath grown</div> -<div class="verse">Fair shapes, as frail, with jewelled zone</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Clear globes which fate might read aright</span></div> -<div class="verse">In love’s disport.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">O frail as fair! Though in the white</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of flameful heat with force to fight,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Art thou by careless hands cast down</div> -<div class="verse">Or killed—when frozen hearts disown</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The children born of love of light</span></div> -<div class="verse">In love’s disport.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>RONDEAU—WHAT MAKES THE WORLD</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">W</span>HAT makes the world for you and I?</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;">A space of lawn a strip of sky,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 6em;">The bread and wine of fellowship,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 6em;">The cup of life for love to sip,</span></div> -<div class="verse">A glass of dreams in Hope’s blue eye.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So let the days and hours still fly,</div> -<div class="verse">Let Fortune flout, and Fame deny,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">With feathered heel shall fancy trip—</span></div> -<div class="verse">What makes the world?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The wealth that never in the grip</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of blighting greed shall heedless slip—</span></div> -<div class="verse">When bought and sold is liberty:</div> -<div class="verse">With worth of life and love gone by,</div> -<div class="verse">What makes the world?</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>RONDEAU—SEED-TIME</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">T</span>HE field is wide, broadcast the seed</div> -<div class="verse">Of human hope and human need,</div> -<div class="verse">As, to and fro, from end to end,</div> -<div class="verse">The furrows of the world ye wend</div> -<div class="verse">Its legioned hungry mouths to feed.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Though lowering o’er the landscape bend</div> -<div class="verse">The brows of winter, rains descend,</div> -<div class="verse">And tempest sowings whirlwinds breed,</div> -<div class="verse">The field is wide.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sowing, ye shall reap indeed</div> -<div class="verse">Golden grain, or grisly weed,</div> -<div class="verse">Or dragon’s teeth, that in the end,</div> -<div class="verse">Perchance, in golden ears depend,</div> -<div class="verse">Sunward, as our path doth lead,</div> -<div class="verse">The field is wide.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>RONDEAU—A SEAT FOR THREE<br /><small>WRITTEN ON THE PANELS OF A SETTLE</small></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">A</span> SEAT for three, where host and guest</div> -<div class="verse">May side by side pass toast or jest;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And be their number two or three</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With elbow-room and liberty,</span></div> -<div class="verse">What need to wander east or west?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A book for thought, a nook for rest,</div> -<div class="verse">And meet for fasting or for fest,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In fair and equal parts to be</span></div> -<div class="verse">A seat for three.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then give you pleasant company,</div> -<div class="verse">For youth or eld a shady tree;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A roof for council or sequest,</span></div> -<div class="verse">A corner in a homely nest,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Free, equal, and fraternally,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A seat for three.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>RONDEL—WHEN TIME UPON THE WING</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">W</span>HEN Time, upon the wing,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A swallow heedless flies,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Love-birds forget to sing</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beneath the lucent skies:</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For now belated spring</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With her last blossom hies,</span></div> -<div class="verse">When time, upon the wing,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A swallow heedless flies.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What summer hope shall bring</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To wistful dreaming eyes?</span></div> -<div class="verse">What fateful forecast fling</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before life’s last surprise</span></div> -<div class="verse">When Time upon the wing,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A swallow heedless flies?</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>RONDEL—THIS BOOK OF HOURS</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">T</span>HIS Book of Hours Love wrought</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With burnished letters gold,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Each page with art and thought</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And colours manifold.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His calendar he taught</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To youths and virgins cold—</span></div> -<div class="verse">This Book of Hours Love wrought</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With letters burnished gold.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Love’s priceless book is bought</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With sighs and tears untold</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of votaries who sought</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His countenance of old—</span></div> -<div class="verse">This Book of Hours Love wrought</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With letters burnished gold.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>TRIOLET</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">I</span>N the light, in the shade,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">This is Time and Life’s measure;</span></div> -<div class="verse">With a heart unafraid,</div> -<div class="verse">In the light, in the shade,</div> -<div class="verse">Hope is born and not made,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the heart finds its treasure</span></div> -<div class="verse">In the light, in the shade—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">This is Time and Life’s measure.</span></div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span></p> - -<h2 class="faux">SONNETS</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 299px;"> -<img src="images/image149.jpg" width="299" height="359" alt="SONNETS" /> -</div> - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a><br /><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h3>AT SHELLEY’S GRAVE<br /> -<small>WRITTEN IN THE PROTESTANT CEMETERY,<br /> -ROME, APRIL 11, 1872</small></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">T</span>READ softly! Here the heart of Shelley lies:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His grave a garden ’neath the cypress wood,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stirred with the tongues his spirit understood,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And spake in deathless song that vivifies</div> -<div class="verse">Men’s souls made heavy with the sad world’s cries,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Still where the darkness hides the dragon brood</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of evil, and while yet innocent blood</span></div> -<div class="verse">Is shed, and truth and falsehood change their dyes.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy voice is heard above the silent tomb,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And shall be heard until the end of days,</div> -<div class="verse">While Freedom lives, and whatsoever things</div> -<div class="verse">Are good and lovely—still thy spirit sings,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And by thy grave to-day fresh violets bloom,</span></div> -<div class="verse">But on thy head imperishable bays.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>THE VOICE OF SPRING</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">I</span> HEARD the voice of Spring—I saw her look</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Out of the naked wood, and, on the green,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Traced the frail pattern of her steps unseen,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Toward Winter’s house which he this day forsook:</div> -<div class="verse">There she hath turned the leaves of Time’s sad book,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seeking the songs, well-nigh forgotten clean</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By faltering birds in Winter’s dark demesne,</span></div> -<div class="verse">O’erborne by bitter winds that none may brook.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Art thou so near! And we still all unmeet</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To give thee welcome? Due with service clear</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">From dull world’s slavery, and sordid taint,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The soil and rust of cities, spirits faint—</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O fill us with new life, and give us cheer,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Whom life’s best gifts—Art, Love, and Freedom greet.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>A DAY IN EARLY SPRING</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">T</span>HOU art the bride of Light, most glorious morn!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Issuing to meet thy lord—thy crystal gate</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Flung wide by flame-winged hours—where he doth wait</span></div> -<div class="verse">Till from thy face the æthereal veil be torn:</div> -<div class="verse">Clothed in white splendour and thy train upborne</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By silken handed airs in fluttering state,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With piping minstrels, joyful in thy fate,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And still, before thee heard, Spring’s herald horn.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thy silver feet have touched the sparkling grass,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where flowers are stars of light from heaven’s blue dome</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dropt in the noiseless night to pave thy floor:</span></div> -<div class="verse">So, like a splendid vision, thou dost pass</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Between the pillars of the sun’s bright home,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Drawn in Time’s pageant to return no more.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>A NIGHT IN MAY</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">F</span>ROM eve’s lit casement turns reluctant day,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A lingering lover—dreaming of delights</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unseen, unknown, with summer scents and sights</span></div> -<div class="verse">Scarce whispered through the modest green of May—</div> -<div class="verse">Who yet beneath the dusk would kiss and play,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With mingled softness of mysterious lights,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With hidden sweets the silent hour requites,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Ere from the west he sinks to night away.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But on the still grey eve what glory breaks!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A glowing sphere between the trembling trees,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As though the wondering world returning sees</span></div> -<div class="verse">A silvern sun a softer day that makes,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ere this departs and his last song doth cease</span></div> -<div class="verse">With his last breath that night’s enchantment takes.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>ILLUSIONS</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">I</span> STOOPED to drink of Life’s enchanted stream,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">From fair green meads and flowery marge of youth,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Athirst for love, for fame, and sight of truth,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And, dreaming as I drank, all life did seem</div> -<div class="verse">Fair as the pageant of a lover’s dream,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That hides the grim and sordid world uncouth;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till Time and change came by that know not ruth,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And grief was left to watch Hope’s flickering beam.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So from the bitter world I turned again,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To work, to sleep; but as in sleep I lay,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Truth touched me, and Hope said to me, “Arise!”</span></div> -<div class="verse">Whom, waking, I beheld as visions vain</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">As dream-beguiled one looks with clouded eyes</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon the breaking morn, nor knows it is the day.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>ON THE SUPPRESSION OF FREE SPEECH -AT CHICAGO</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">W</span>ITH stifled voice who crieth from the West,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where sinks the ensanguined sun of Freedom, erst</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That spread her stainless wings, and sheltering nurst,</span></div> -<div class="verse">From out all lands, the hunted and opprest?</div> -<div class="verse">America! shrink not from thy new guest;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For liberty was thine for best and worst:</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">How should her seed upon thy land be curst</span></div> -<div class="verse">Till her false friends as traitors stand confest?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Doth Freedom dwell where ruthless Kings of gain,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like stealthy vampires, still on Labour feed,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Still free—to toil or starve on plenty’s plain?</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Then what of Labour’s hope—the will to be</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Equal, fraternal, knowing want nor greed,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Shrined in a peoples’ heart when states are free?</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="unindent"> - -<small>June, 1886.</small></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>FREEDOM IN AMERICA</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">W</span>HERE is thy home, O Freedom? Have they set</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thine image up upon a rock to greet</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All comers, shaking from their wandering feet</span></div> -<div class="verse">The dust of old world bondage, to forget</div> -<div class="verse">The tyrannies of fraud and force, nor fret,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where men are equal, slavish chain unmeet,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor bitter bread of discontent to eat,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Here, where all races of the earth are met?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">America, beneath thy banded flag</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of old it was thy boast that men were free</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">To think, to speak, to meet, to come and go.</span></div> -<div class="verse">What meaneth then the gibbet and the gag</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Held up to Labour’s sons who would not see</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Fair Freedom but a mask—a hollow show?</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="unindent"> - -<small>Oct. 7, 1887.</small></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>TO THE PRISONERS OF LIBERTY</h3> - -<div class="blockquot"> -JOHN BURNS AND R. B. CUNNINGHAM -GRAHAM, WHO SUFFERED -FOR A BRAVE ATTEMPT TO MAINTAIN -THE RIGHT OF FREE SPEECH -AND PUBLIC MEETING IN TRAFALGAR -SQUARE.</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">W</span>HAT robe of honour doth the prison hide,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What glory lines its stony cell and bare,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That, erst its tenants, forth in triumph fare?</span></div> -<div class="verse">Bondsmen for Freedom, and the right denied</div> -<div class="verse">By fraud and force, in legal mask that bide,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alike on Irish ground, or London’s square,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With violent hands on those, henceforth to bear</span></div> -<div class="verse">The crest of battle on the people’s side.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What! must ye learn the lesson still so late</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That they who suffer for the common good</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Stone walls confine not, and no chain doth hold,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blind Tyranny? Whom these, like men, withstood:</span></div> -<div class="verse">Whose tenfold force flings back the iron gate,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Whose names upon the reddening morn are scrolled.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="unindent"> - -<small>February 22, 1888.</small></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>REMINISCENT</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">T</span>HROUGH seas of light above the opal blue</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Across the Adriatic sped our ship,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her long wake trailing towards the ocean’s lip,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Far from the isles of Greece; in our fond view</div> -<div class="verse">A vision bright that all our thoughts embue;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which from the Book of Days may never slip</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But in the golden haze of memory dip,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And its fresh youth continually renew.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It was my fortune late to tread upon</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The marble stairs of Athens’ sacred steep,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see its columned gate in moonlight sleep</span></div> -<div class="verse">Beneath the shadow of the Parthenon,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fair still in ruin, though well Time might weep</span></div> -<div class="verse">For Pallas fallen and her glory gone.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>OF HELLAS DEAD</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">M</span>ID wrecks of Hellas dead in marble state,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose relics whiten still Ægean’s shore,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gold treasuries of kings, Art’s precious ore,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Cast up by Time’s slow waves to us so late:</div> -<div class="verse">It reached me then these things to meditate—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">How fell such pillared state, how lost its lore?</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">What palsy touched the hand, what ate the core</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of ancient life—why Hellas met such fate?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And so methought of nations now that sail</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon the wings of commerce and of gold,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">With new-found force electric, iron and steam,</span></div> -<div class="verse">To yoke fierce Nature’s neck; shall these avail</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">To save us, or our toil-wrung wealth redeem,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">If Freedom fair, and justice loose their hold?</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>TO THE HAMMERSMITH CHOIR</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">S</span>WEET voices broke my sleep on Christmas morn;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Clear through the moonlit air their anthem rung,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of human hope and fellowship that sung,</span></div> -<div class="verse">A mass for souls not dead but yet new born,</div> -<div class="verse">A herald blast on Freedom’s silver horn,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">At dayspring on the brooding darkness flung,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With tidings of new joy in tuneful tongue,</span></div> -<div class="verse">The marching song of workers travel-worn.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As one in dreams I heard, and wondering rose;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">E’en as the shepherds’ marvelling of old</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">To hear the angels quiring, and my blood</span></div> -<div class="verse">Quickened to catch at last their stirring close,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And so my heart took hope and courage good</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In thought of days to be in time untold.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="unindent"> -<small>Xmas, 1888.</small></div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span></p> - - -<h3>RENASCENCE</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="big">A</span>RT, once an outcast in a wintry land,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Far from the sun-built house where she was born,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did wander desolate and laughed to scorn</span></div> -<div class="verse">By eyeless men who counted gold like sand:</div> -<div class="verse">Nor any soul her speech would understand—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A friendless stranger in the city lorn,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Toil-grimed and blackened with the smoke upborne</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of human sacrifice of brain and hand.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then Art, aweary, laid her down and slept</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beneath an ancient gate, and dreaming, smiled,</span></div> -<div class="verse">For Hope, like spring, came full of tidings good;</div> -<div class="verse">And Labour, huge and free, and Brotherhood</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Led her between them like a little child</span></div> -<div class="verse">In time new born, to glad new life that leapt.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 555px;"> -<img src="images/image163.jpg" width="555" height="652" alt="decoration" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a><br /><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 109px;"> -<img src="images/image165.jpg" width="109" height="143" alt="colophon" /></div> -<div class="copyright">CHISWICK PRESS:—C. 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