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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of -the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at -www.gutenberg.org. 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: Dream-Songs for the Belovèd - -Author: Eleanor Farjeon - -Release Date: November 29, 2017 [EBook #56082] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DREAM-SONGS FOR THE BELOVÈD *** - - - - -Produced by Larry B. Harrison, MWS and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries) - - - - - - -</pre> - - - - - -<div class="figcenter newpage hideepub"> - <img src="images/cover.jpg" alt="Cover" /> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<div class="figcenter newpage"> - <img src="images/i_title.jpg" alt="Title Page" /> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - - - -<p class="center bold in0"><span class="xlarge">The Orpheus Series  No. 5</span></p> - -<h1>DREAM-SONGS<br />FOR THE BELOVÈD</h1> - -<p class="center bold in0">BY<br /> -<span class="xlarge">ELEANOR FARJEON</span><br /> -(Author of "Pan-Worship")<br /> -<span class="vspace"> </span><br /> -The Orpheus Press<br /> -3, Amen Corner, Paternoster Row, E.C.<br /> -<span class="smcap">Spring</span>, 1911</p> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p class="center bold in0 newpage"><i>By the same Author</i><br /> -<span class="vspace"> </span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Pan-Worship</span> (<i>a book of verses</i>), <i>published by<br /> -Elkin Mathews</i>, 1908.<br /> -<span class="vspace"> </span><br /> -<i>2s. 6d. net.</i></p> - - - - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>CONTENTS</h2> -</div> - -<table summary="Contents"> - <tr> - <td class="tdl"> </td> - <td class="tdr"><span class="xsmall">PAGE</span></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">To My Mother</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Dream-Songs for the Belovèd</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">In Love's House</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Double Beauty</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">440 <span class="smcap">b.c.</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Fogbound</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">The Dance-Ring</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">The Happy Shepherd</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Poplars at Night</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Sonnet</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Wild Hyacinth</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Never-Known</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Revolt</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Silence</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">My Knowledge Is—</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">The Last Week in September<br />Child's Vision<br />Man's Vision</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a><br /><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">New Light</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Dedication</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Morning-Vision</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Underworld</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">A Song</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Earth and the World</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">The Maid's Idyll</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Wêland and the Swan-Girls</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - - -<p class="center bold in0"><span class="xxlarge">✶</span></p> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">5</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>TO MY MOTHER</h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Unuttered songs fly round my thoughts like birds,</div> -<div class="i0">And aerially, above an earth of words,</div> -<div class="i2">Imagined music on my spirit showers</div> -<div class="i2">From azure-feathered throat and golden tongue.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Most dear, of the many songs I cannot sing</div> -<div class="i0">Yours is the bird of heavenliest wing</div> -<div class="i2">Whose sunward flight beyond my following towers</div> -<div class="i2">And leaves me with an impotent harp unstrung.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">And yet the shadow of my song for you</div> -<div class="i0">Falls on my heart forever as a dew,</div> -<div class="i2">Or the dim-breathing soul of evening flowers</div> -<div class="i2">That love the delicate light of stars still young.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">These lesser songs that all who listen may hear</div> -<div class="i0">Shall we call yours for a day, most dear, most dear?—</div> -<div class="i2">Knowing there is one other, only ours,</div> -<div class="i2">For ever singing, and for ever unsung.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">6</a></span></p> - -<p class="center bold in0 newpage"><span class="xxlarge">✶</span></p> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">7</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>DREAM-SONGS FOR THE BELOVÈD</h2> -</div> - -<p class="center bold in0">I.</p> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">They said it was a lone land, a land of many sorrows,</div> -<div class="i2">Grey weeping waters and a strip of golden sand,</div> -<div class="i0">Loss and desolation and the washing out of footsteps</div> -<div class="i2">That dare to treat the narrow golden peril of the sand.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">They said it was a fire-land, a land of flaming passions,</div> -<div class="i2">The sun like a molten rose in burning sapphire skies,</div> -<div class="i0">And never sound nor stir save of hearts that beat their way there</div> -<div class="i2">Like southron birds whose wings seek the blue of burning skies.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">8</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">But I have found a still land of neither pain nor passion,</div> -<div class="i2">No loss because no giving there, no gain since no desire,</div> -<div class="i0">And the great silent light of the Belovèd's spirit brooding</div> -<div class="i2">With the soul of all time there, made empty of desire.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">9</a></span></p> - - -<p class="center bold in0 p2t">II</p> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Even as between the silence of the sea</div> -<div class="i0">And rounded silver miracle of the moon</div> -<div class="i0">A little dew is drawn upon the night</div> -<div class="i2">To dwell there like the image of a cloud:</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">So from the silence of the darkest hour</div> -<div class="i0">The light that is a miracle in my soul</div> -<div class="i0">Distils the presence of the Well-Belov'd</div> -<div class="i2">And I possess the image in him of God.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">10</a></span></p> - - -<p class="center bold in0 p2t">III.</p> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i2">I seem to walk as a shadow in Love's shadow,</div> -<div class="i2">I seem to have always known what love might be</div> -<div class="i0">And beyond knowledge passed to the great tranquillity.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i2">I seem to have gained the light without the longing,</div> -<div class="i2">For lo! even as the smoking rose-torch came</div> -<div class="i0">Within my hands, red flame turned smokeless silver flame.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i2">Now in my dreams I tread an asphodel meadow</div> -<div class="i2">Where move the lovers out of the dreamful past.</div> -<div class="i0">"Dead lovers, how is it with you?"</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i19">"It is well at last,</div> -<div class="i2">Sister," reply their eyes about me thronging,</div> -<div class="i2">And all the phantoms of that immortal flight</div> -<div class="i0">Carry their torches still, and all the flames are white.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">11</a></span></p> - - -<p class="center bold in0 p2t">IV.</p> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Often, so often, you walk in the cool dim thoughts of me,</div> -<div class="i2">Though you may never know how often and where,</div> -<div class="i0">And a dream like a little lantern unknowing have given to me—</div> -<div class="i2">Between my two hands as I sit I hold it there</div> -<div class="i0">And never will let it again go out of the hands of me.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">For it may be that once you will let me wander the thoughts of you</div> -<div class="i2">By a chance, for a moment, and then you will see me bear</div> -<div class="i0">The fast-held lantern-light of the dream that was given by you</div> -<div class="i2">Since I never will let it go ... will you know? will you care</div> -<div class="i0">That the light I bear in my hands came out of the hands of you?</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">12</a></span></p> - - -<p class="center bold in0 p2t">V.</p> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">If by the Messengers of Sleep</div> -<div class="i2">I should be told that you had died</div> -<div class="i0">I do not think that I would weep.—</div> -<div class="i2">For you it only were to glide</div> -<div class="i0">Out of the shallows into the deep;</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">For me—how could such tidings shake</div> -<div class="i2">The thin clear crystal of my dream,</div> -<div class="i0">Mine past the breath of the earth to break?</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i4">Till some bright breath from the Supreme</div> -<div class="i0">Keen-singing shatters it awake,</div> -<div class="i0">Whether you linger here or there</div> -<div class="i4">Still in the groves of trance I lean,</div> -<div class="i0">While on the hushed and heavenly air</div> -<div class="i4">The moon of your spirit floats serene</div> -<div class="i0">And makes my twilight softly fair.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i2">For from the shallows or the deep</div> -<div class="i4">Beyond the ports of tranquil death</div> -<div class="i2">I know some word of you will creep</div> -<div class="i4">Nightly on the mysterious breath</div> -<div class="i2">Of the white Messengers of Sleep.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">13</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>IN LOVE'S HOUSE</h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Love the God at last has unclouded his eyes....</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"Newcomer, what are these things that you bear unto me?"</div> -<div class="i0">"Songs, the flower and fruit of my wondering heart,</div> -<div class="i0">All the creating I have to offer to you."</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"Nothing may be created of you in my house,</div> -<div class="i0">Drift your little singing away on the wind.</div> -<div class="i0">You cannot hang me about with a music of sighs,</div> -<div class="i0">You cannot deck me with roseal vapours of song,</div> -<div class="i0">Shape sweet words in a garland to circle my brows</div> -<div class="i0">Or make a jewel of speech to be worn in my bosom.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">14</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"Out of soft rain of tears and glamour of joy</div> -<div class="i0">Iris-arcs though you weave for your heart's-delight,</div> -<div class="i0">Bring me no luminous dream of the saffron and gold,</div> -<div class="i0">Bring me no dews of the emerald flame of the grass,</div> -<div class="i0">Bring me no vanishing fires of the poppy and rose,</div> -<div class="i0">No melting mirage of heavenly hyacinth light,</div> -<div class="i0">For I take nothing of colour of those who are mine.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"I it is colour my chosen ones, never they me,</div> -<div class="i0">I am not theirs to possess, they are mine, they are mine.</div> -<div class="i0">Did you believe I was given to you as a gift,</div> -<div class="i0">Something to treasure and care for and handle and clothe?</div> -<div class="i0">Lo! it is you are my gift to be treasured and clothed,</div> -<div class="i0">Fashion no garments for me, mine has fallen on you.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"How should men colour me? sing me? array me in light?</div> -<div class="i0">How should they think me, conceive me, endow me with form?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">15</a></span> -<div class="i0">Mine is the thought, the conception none other's than mine,</div> -<div class="i0">You and the children of men are the birth I bring forth,</div> -<div class="i0">Not within you do I enter, you enter in me.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"All is expressed for you finally here in my heart.</div> -<div class="i0">Struggle no more to express me. My silences sing."</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">16</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>DOUBLE BEAUTY</h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Love of the light compels the lark to sing</div> -<div class="i2">And brims his tiny body with a spark;</div> -<div class="i0">The nightingale draws music from a spring</div> -<div class="i2">Out of the bosom of the belovèd dark;</div> -<div class="i0">But on man's twofold nature God has breathed</div> -<div class="i2">The double soul of beauty like a spell,</div> -<div class="i0">And dark in light or light in darkness sheathed</div> -<div class="i2">His spirit still must sing the miracle.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">17</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>440 B.C.</h2> -</div> - -<p class="center bold in0">(<i>Friday, September 24th, 1909</i>)</p> - - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">More than my sons that day my fathers were mighty within me!</div> -<div class="i0">Walking the Past alone nothing I found there unknown.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Time like a whirlwind blew where I stood by the Tree of the Ages:</div> -<div class="i0">Boughs that in years did abound scattered their burthen aground,</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Till in immense liberation divinely austere and familiar,</div> -<div class="i0">Naked of over-ripe fruit, knew I the Stem and the Root.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Under the hand of the Sculptor, the carver of visible music,</div> -<div class="i0">Felt I an infinite Truth, saw I immutable Youth.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">18</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Out of the marble a sparkle of motion and delicate gesture</div> -<div class="i0">Even as a rose unsheathed blossom-like started and breathed:</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Even as animate light, a tremulous prism, made captive</div> -<div class="i0">Once in an æon whose spark leaps to us out of the dark.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Swift on a wonderful rapture upswung, the eternal procession</div> -<div class="i0">Joined I by some great right sharing the ages' delight.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Deathless singing there sounded and there moved life unarrested,</div> -<div class="i0">I was the body and soul, I was the part and the whole.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I was that boy's fine strength restraining his quivering charger,</div> -<div class="i0">Ay, and the nostril's fire quickened by curbèd desire.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I was this rhythmic strain of melodic, ineffable beauty</div> -<div class="i0">Maidenly garments reveal singing from shoulder to heel.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">19</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Well I remember how once when my sandal-latchet was loosened,</div> -<div class="i0">While the procession delayed, stooping the knot I re-made.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Greater and less was I than the flower divinely unconscious,</div> -<div class="i0">Golden Youth flowing by scarce asking Whither and Why:</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I was both seed and fruit of it: I was the beast sacrificial,</div> -<div class="i0">Garlanded ignorance led forth to be glorious dead:</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Also the elders within whose bosoms the torchlight of duty</div> -<div class="i0">Mellowed by Service and Time burned in aloofness sublime:</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">More than these things! the thing they aspired to, the ultimate Godhead,</div> -<div class="i0">Like a half-realised dream lifting to clasp the Supreme,</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Crown and star of this Life-Stream endlessly singing and dancing</div> -<div class="i0">Till it attain the Most High, Knowledge and Wisdom was I!</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">20</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Pheidias! under thy hand the unquenchable spark that Myself is,</div> -<div class="i0">Man and his Father and Son, all indissolubly one,</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">After great labour of years at last grew a visible wonder</div> -<div class="i0">Where men a-gaze at the shrine finally know them divine.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Ay! though To-morrow become the Wind in the Tree of the Ages,</div> -<div class="i0">Dust of my body to spread wide with the dust of the dead,</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">In thy golden procession eternally singing and dancing,</div> -<div class="i0">Let what may be the rest, stand I for ever expressed.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">21</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>FOGBOUND</h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Out of the fog-banks dank and yellow,</div> -<div class="i2">As I groped like a soul alone,</div> -<div class="i0">The shadow lurched of a drunken fellow,</div> -<div class="i2">Blasphemous, ragged, and then was gone.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Swift the shape of a stranger-woman—</div> -<div class="i2">Soft-shod maidenhood? draggled quean?</div> -<div class="i0">Only I know it was something human—</div> -<div class="i2">Passed, and was as it had not been.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Claspèd lovers with footfall muffled</div> -<div class="i2">Faded by ere I caught their bloom,</div> -<div class="i0">Whimpering urchins unmothered shuffled</div> -<div class="i2">Up from the desolate murky womb.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Shadows on shadows the lone way haunted</div> -<div class="i2">Where one shadow the more, I stole,</div> -<div class="i0">Each with a soul I must take for granted—</div> -<div class="i2">But how to be aware of the soul?</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Just the shapes of my fellow-creatures,</div> -<div class="i2">Dim and fitful as ghosts at dawn,</div> -<div class="i0">Lacking the life-pulse, void of features,</div> -<div class="i2">Self-encompassed, adrift, withdrawn.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">22</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Sisters! brothers! remote procession!</div> -<div class="i2">I would love and be loved of you,</div> -<div class="i0">Give myself for your whole possession,</div> -<div class="i2">Take yourselves as my human due:—</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">But my steps were as yours made noiseless</div> -<div class="i2">That none may know how we go and come:—</div> -<div class="i0">But you were all created voiceless</div> -<div class="i2">Even as I was fashioned dumb.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Each in his fogbound isolation</div> -<div class="i2">Who shall know how the other yearns?</div> -<div class="i0">Till some flash of a new Creation</div> -<div class="i2">Through this smoke with a clear flame burns,</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">And the world is man's for resistless brotherhood</div> -<div class="i2">Of hands grown warm and of shining brows,</div> -<div class="i0">And the world is woman's for mighty motherhood,</div> -<div class="i2">And life is lived in a common house.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">23</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>THE DANCE-RING</h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">It was the middle of the spring</div> -<div class="i0">I saw three girls dance in a ring.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">One was golden as the day,</div> -<div class="i0">Around her neck bright tresses lay.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">One as hazel-nuts was brown</div> -<div class="i0">And to her feet her hair fell down.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">One was black as midnight sky,</div> -<div class="i0">Her locks were like a crown piled high.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"Sweetings, shall I with ye fling?</div> -<div class="i0">It is the middle of the spring."</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I heard the three together sing:</div> -<div class="i0">"No man shall break our dancing-ring."</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">24</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"Sweetings, that ye cannot tell—</div> -<div class="i0">Unkind sweetings, fare ye well."</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Then each a mocking kiss did blow:</div> -<div class="i0">"Give us presents ere you go."</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"You that the morning-glow outvie</div> -<div class="i0">For all my gift shall take a sigh.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">To you that like the ebbing year</div> -<div class="i0">In russet go I give a tear.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">With you that seem of night to weave</div> -<div class="i0">Your grace a broken heart I leave."</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Then as from them I turned my feet</div> -<div class="i0">I listened how they laughèd sweet:</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">And "Fare you well," their laughter ran,</div> -<div class="i0">"Broken-hearted gentleman."</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">But shoulder-over I did call:</div> -<div class="i0">"Dance on, ye scornful sweetings all.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"When I am lost in shadows grey</div> -<div class="i0">My gifts ye shall not fling away.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">25</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"While still the spring beneath your feet</div> -<div class="i0">Flows green your ring shall stand complete.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"But when the year begins to turn</div> -<div class="i0">My gifts to use ye well shall learn.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"And one shall sigh and one shall weep</div> -<div class="i0">And one shall crave eternal sleep."</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0"><i>It was the middle of the spring</i></div> -<div class="i0"><i>I saw three girls dance in a ring.</i></div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0"><i>One was a yellow rose new-blown,</i></div> -<div class="i0"><i>One as hazel-nuts was brown,</i></div> -<div class="i0"><i>One she wore a midnight crown.</i></div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">(My heart is still a-hungering.)</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">26</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>THE HAPPY SHEPHERD</h2> -</div> - -<p class="center bold in0">(Old Love-Lilt)</p> - - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Hither when I see to stray</div> -<div class="i8">Her pink dress</div> -<div class="i2">With her flock round it prest</div> -<div class="i0">As she were a rose in snow:</div> -<div class="i2">Then my heart within my breast</div> -<div class="i0">Like a lamb to and fro</div> -<div class="i0">On a hill of green doth play</div> -<div class="i8">For happiness.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Meward when I hear her sing</div> -<div class="i8">And impress</div> -<div class="i2">All sweet airs that do flow</div> -<div class="i0">Round her head with airs more sweet:</div> -<div class="i2">Little songs my heart doth blow,</div> -<div class="i0">Gay and glad, half-complete,</div> -<div class="i0">Like the snatches piped by spring</div> -<div class="i8">For happiness.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">27</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>POPLARS AT NIGHT</h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">There are no trees so eloquent with wind</div> -<div class="i0">As poplars in the moon-mist of the dusk</div> -<div class="i0">When like a spirit that has slipt the husk</div> -<div class="i0">Among their heavenly crests its breath is thinned.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Their talk is of such high strange mysteries</div> -<div class="i0">They must commune in whispers lest weak men</div> -<div class="i0">Ere they are ripe for knowledge snatch again</div> -<div class="i0">The secret God has given to the trees.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">28</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>SONNET</h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">About the house go terrible winds in flight,</div> -<div class="i0">Out of the hiss and wash of sleepless seas</div> -<div class="i0">Half-drowning voices scream wild messages</div> -<div class="i0">Into the hungry belly of the night,</div> -<div class="i0">And icy-breasted clouds conceal the white</div> -<div class="i0">Souls of the stars, and in their bosoms freeze</div> -<div class="i0">The citadel of the moon, to whom gaunt trees</div> -<div class="i0">Stretch desperate arms that seem to pray for light.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Even so in me the elemental war</div> -<div class="i0">Strives fiercely to obliterate the heights,</div> -<div class="i0">And while the faint flesh staggers up the steeps</div> -<div class="i0">The naked spirit cries upon its star</div> -<div class="i0">That somewhere dwells among the eternal lights</div> -<div class="i0">Beyond this dreadful battle of the deeps.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">29</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>WILD HYACINTH</h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Delicate tangle of beauty that flows from the bowl of the May-green wood</div> -<div class="i0">Leading the lingering heart out of love in a transport to tremulous tears,</div> -<div class="i0">When the West wind runs a luminous wave through your bells and your sensitive spears</div> -<div class="i4">It is earth I behold a light with a heavenly mood:</div> -<div class="i0">Blue fires, blue floods, that shimmer and swim in a haze in the heart of the wood.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I have seen innocent beauty that made my spirit to laugh aloud</div> -<div class="i0">As joy danced over my soul like light that travels a fine-rippled sea;</div> -<div class="i0">I have seen awfullest beauty that struck into dumbness the senses of me</div> -<div class="i4">As under its folded wings my spirit lay bowed;</div> -<div class="i0">But you seal no terrible silence, nor chime the laughter that echoes aloud.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">30</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Wonder and worship and gladness and tenderest grief are for you who dream</div> -<div class="i0">Out of the earth like a lost blue cloud from the azure spheres of sleep,</div> -<div class="i0">Where our bodiless souls are the clustering stars that whirl and revolve and leap</div> -<div class="i4">Round the orb of a nameless light in an endless stream.</div> -<div class="i0">Oh beauty! the colour of vision is yours and you spring from the seeds of dream.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">And heaven I know is expressed in you because you were loved of a God,</div> -<div class="i0">You are nourished by tears of celestial dew because from his hand flew death,</div> -<div class="i0">And your quivering singing loveliness was born of his quivering breath</div> -<div class="i4">That sighed its twilight of sorrows into the sod:</div> -<div class="i0">For the heart of the lover you wreathed of old was the heart of the Singing God.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Distantly out of the Era of Gold that dims the glass of to-day</div> -<div class="i0">You shine in the shape of the beautiful boy the Great Ones adored and destroyed:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">31</a></span> -<div class="i0">The wind in a passion of longing arose from his jealous unsatisfied void</div> -<div class="i4">And the sun came down in a passion of worship to play—</div> -<div class="i0">And the soul of the form their passions made dust is the flower of the world to-day.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Oh measureless beauty conceived of the sorrow and love of the Lord of Light!</div> -<div class="i0">Oh swift brief beauty that died before your Spring accomplished its prime!</div> -<div class="i0">Divinest death for you, the divinely-beloved, was it less than sublime?—</div> -<div class="i4">Oh, rather than die by my enemy's hand in the night,</div> -<div class="i0">I would die by the hand of my lover-God at play in a splendour of light!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">32</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>NEVER-KNOWN</h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">O Never-Known, it may be Never-to-Know,</div> -<div class="i0">You are the murmur of colour in the East</div> -<div class="i0">When upon twilit clouds faint ghosts of sunset</div> -<div class="i0">Sigh from the Western rose-gardens.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Or the thin rippled tune</div> -<div class="i0">Of imperceptible Æolian harps</div> -<div class="i0">Swept by a wind out of the misty sphere</div> -<div class="i0">Just higher than the summit of the soul—</div> -<div class="i0">Music half-heard, song uncontainable.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Or you are violets whispering in the dark.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">You are unshapen in the eyes of me,</div> -<div class="i0">But in my breast I carry all the breath</div> -<div class="i0">And sound and colour of you, Never-Known,</div> -<div class="i0">It may be Never-to-Know.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">33</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>REVOLT</h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I will go riding, riding! away from the cities of men!</div> -<div class="i2">Into the heart of freedom I will hurl myself with the free!</div> -<div class="i0">I will race on the sun-swept mountains, I will dive through the rock-hewn glen,</div> -<div class="i2">I will cleave between hills billowing green like the surge of the sea!</div> -<div class="i0">(<i>Never shalt thou go riding! but live as man says man must,</i></div> -<div class="i2"><i>Or if thou flee to the open thou shalt find thy spirit to fail,</i></div> -<div class="i0"><i>And shrink as thou treadest the levels where the path has been beaten in dust</i></div> -<div class="i2"><i>From the glory that thrills the heaven-high hills, and the dark of the vale.</i>)</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I will go sailing, sailing! on waters that leave no track,</div> -<div class="i2">I will follow the path of the sunglow to the ultimate line of light,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">34</a></span> -<div class="i0">I will plunge where the ocean-giants upcurl their hollows of black,</div> -<div class="i2">I will take the way of the wind-blown spray in the dread of the night!</div> -<div class="i0">(<i>Never shalt thou go sailing! but still in the cities of men</i></div> -<div class="i2"><i>Thou shalt spin thy thread of existence in a pattern not thine own,</i></div> -<div class="i0"><i>Or lost on the desolate waters thy heart shall sicken again,</i></div> -<div class="i2"><i>For what man bears his burden who dares be adrift and alone?</i>)</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I will go flying, flying! and scale the steeps of the air</div> -<div class="i2">To play with lightning and gather a cloud from the molten noon,</div> -<div class="i0">I will find the source of the streams of the sun to lave my feet and my hair,</div> -<div class="i2">And stoop to drink at the brimming brink of the wells of the moon!</div> -<div class="i0">(<i>Never shalt thou go flying! but stay in thy agelong bond</i></div> -<div class="i2"><i>And stifle the starting pinions that scorn the way of the feet,</i></div> -<div class="i0"><i>Or if thy wild young folly still dreams to compass what lies beyond</i></div> -<div class="i2"><i>When thou clasp a cloud thou shalt find it thy shroud and thy winding-sheet.</i>)</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">35</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>SILENCE</h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Words and the body always have been much pain to me,</div> -<div class="i2">Little fetters and drags on immensities</div> -<div class="i2">Never to be defined. I am done with these.</div> -<div class="i0">Meanings of silence suddenly all grow plain to me.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Something still may sing like a joyous flute in me</div> -<div class="i2">Out of the life that dares to be voiced aloud,</div> -<div class="i2">But speech no more shall swathe like a burial-shroud</div> -<div class="i0">Things unencompassable now eloquent-mute in me.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">36</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>MY KNOWLEDGE IS—</h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">My knowledge is, that I am one</div> -<div class="i0">That never will behold the sun,</div> -<div class="i0">But only on his image look</div> -<div class="i0">As a veiled thing that scarcely stirs</div> -<div class="i0">Under the silent pool-waters,</div> -<div class="i0">Or tossed beneath a restless brook,</div> -<div class="i0">Blurred light from blinding glory spun.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">That I shall never feel the sweep</div> -<div class="i0">Of pinions from my shoulders leap,</div> -<div class="i0">Golden and beautiful and strong</div> -<div class="i0">To whirl me higher than heaven and all</div> -<div class="i0">Its stars, till there is nothing else</div> -<div class="i0">But a great glitter of air, and song</div> -<div class="i0">Out of the mouths of a wheeling throng</div> -<div class="i0">Which has found, and chants like a triumph-call,</div> -<div class="i0">The Miracle of miracles.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">37</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Only, a little dead-gold feather</div> -<div class="i0">Came drooping once through the misty weather</div> -<div class="i0">Into my hands, all frayed and fine;</div> -<div class="i0">And underneath my breast as it clings</div> -<div class="i0">Whenever I feel it feebly stirred</div> -<div class="i0">My soul imagines a blaze of wings,</div> -<div class="i0">They are of neither angel nor bird,</div> -<div class="i0">That at the sun's bright passionate springs</div> -<div class="i0">Beat up a splendour constantly</div> -<div class="i0">And make wherever they flash and fly</div> -<div class="i0">A fiery wind in the over-ether.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Mirage and shadows, these are mine.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">38</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>THE LAST WEEK IN SEPTEMBER</h2> -</div> - -<p class="center bold in0"><span class="smcap">Child's Vision</span></p> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I saw a man, an old, <i>old</i> man,</div> -<div class="i2">The oldest man I ever did see—</div> -<div class="i0">Well! I am very nearly five,</div> -<div class="i2">And he was <i>twice</i> as old as me.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">His eyes were much too old for sight,</div> -<div class="i2">His ears were much too old to hear,</div> -<div class="i0">His beard it was all tangled and white,</div> -<div class="i2">His old hands shook with a sort of fear.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">He had a kind of twiggy broom</div> -<div class="i2">As though he had a room to mind,</div> -<div class="i0">Yet he was not in any room</div> -<div class="i2">But all among the blowy wind.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I saw him stoop to gather things—</div> -<div class="i2">He had not very far to stoop—</div> -<div class="i0">Leaves that had scattered like the wings</div> -<div class="i2">Of dead moths flying in a troop,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">39</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">And little broken sticks beside</div> -<div class="i2">Where flowers and berries used to hang—</div> -<div class="i0">I wonder where the music died</div> -<div class="i2">Of all the birds that in them sang?—</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">There were some feathers on the ground,</div> -<div class="i2">And silky dried-up curls of flow'rs,</div> -<div class="i0">And he went stooping round and round</div> -<div class="i2">And gathering these things for hours.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I stood and watched and asked him why,</div> -<div class="i2">But still he groped about the mold</div> -<div class="i0">And never made the least reply</div> -<div class="i2">Because his ears were much too old.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">He got his broom and swept and swept</div> -<div class="i2">A pile as round as any cup—</div> -<div class="i0">If I'd been <i>littler</i> I'd have wept</div> -<div class="i2">To see him sweeping summer up.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">But I just stood and watched him there,</div> -<div class="i2">And presently he didn't sweep,</div> -<div class="i0">When there was nothing anywhere</div> -<div class="i2">But summer lying in a heap.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">And then the old man found a light</div> -<div class="i2">And stooped above the darling mound,</div> -<div class="i0">And little dancing flames grew bright ...</div> -<div class="i2">He burned up summer on the ground!</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">40</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">But oh! there was the sweetest smell—</div> -<div class="i2">And yet the smell was sorry too—</div> -<div class="i0">Much sweeter than I ever could tell,</div> -<div class="i2">Of all the things I ever knew.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">You could smell <i>every</i> kind of tree</div> -<div class="i2">And <i>every</i> kind of flower there is,</div> -<div class="i0">And wet weeds rather like the sea—</div> -<div class="i2">And something else as well as this.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">It was—I don't know what it was!—</div> -<div class="i2">The sweetest, sorriest smell of all.</div> -<div class="i0">It crept in smoke-rings over the grass,</div> -<div class="i2">And hung, and would not rise or fall.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I think the old man must have known</div> -<div class="i2">What smell it was, but would not say.</div> -<div class="i0">He shuffled slowly off alone</div> -<div class="i2">When summer all was burned away.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">One day when I'm a very old man</div> -<div class="i2">Perhaps I'll be as wise as he ...</div> -<div class="i0">But I am not quite five, you know,</div> -<div class="i2">And he was <i>twice</i> as old as me.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">41</a></span></p> - - -<p class="center bold in0 p2t"><span class="smcap">Man's Vision</span></p> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">It was the longest August</div> -<div class="i0">And the weariest September</div> -<div class="i0">That ever I remember,</div> -<div class="i0">That ever I remember!</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">All the tedious summer</div> -<div class="i0">I toiled among the city</div> -<div class="i0">Where nothing fresh and sweet was</div> -<div class="i0">Or cool or kind or pretty.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Empty all the streets were,</div> -<div class="i0">Every house was lonely,</div> -<div class="i0">Nothing human moved there</div> -<div class="i0">Saving me, me only.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I saw little white things,</div> -<div class="i0">Things with dreadful faces—</div> -<div class="i0">No, they were not children</div> -<div class="i0">In the empty places.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Haggard, haggard tired things</div> -<div class="i0">Crossed my gaze and froze it—</div> -<div class="i0">Men and women never</div> -<div class="i0">Looked so, and God knows it.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">42</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Somewhere, men and women—</div> -<div class="i0">All the children, somewhere!</div> -<div class="i0">If I asked the heavens</div> -<div class="i0">The heavens only dumb were.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Oh, the city pave-stones,</div> -<div class="i0">Common, hard and dusty,</div> -<div class="i0">Like ignoble grave-stones</div> -<div class="i0">Of high hopes gone rusty.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Oh, the arid, breathless</div> -<div class="i0">Days devoid of rumour.</div> -<div class="i0">Oh, the tedious, deathless,</div> -<div class="i0">Hateful, humdrum summer ...</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I walked out with a leaden brain</div> -<div class="i0">And a heart half-wild—</div> -<div class="i0">And suddenly I saw</div> -<div class="i0">A Child.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">She had brown hands and brown bare knees</div> -<div class="i0">And a glorious golden skin</div> -<div class="i0">And eyes overlaid with sun on the sea</div> -<div class="i0">And laughter's heart within.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">She stamped along the pavement</div> -<div class="i0">With hard and happy feet,</div> -<div class="i0">I was not done with gazing</div> -<div class="i0">Till she out-raced the street.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">43</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">A Child! One Child! But next day,</div> -<div class="i0">Oh, next day there were <i>two</i>!</div> -<div class="i0">And half-a-score to follow,</div> -<div class="i0">And so the legion grew.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Children! Children! Children!</div> -<div class="i0">Come straight from where God is,</div> -<div class="i0">All the ocean's rhythm</div> -<div class="i0">Rocking in their bodies,</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">All the sea-scent, field-scent</div> -<div class="i0">Blowing from their tresses,</div> -<div class="i0">In their glad free glances</div> -<div class="i0">All that Earth expresses,</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Sun-kissed, wind-kissed,</div> -<div class="i0">Rain-kissed bands,</div> -<div class="i0">Sand-yellow, sturdy legs,</div> -<div class="i0">Flower-dabbled hands,</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Eyes so shining, such loud voices,</div> -<div class="i0">Such hard, happy feet!</div> -<div class="i0">Holiday-homing children</div> -<div class="i0">Flowing through the street.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Laughter's heart beat in</div> -<div class="i0">The last week of September—</div> -<div class="i0">The sweetest I remember!</div> -<div class="i0">The sweetest I remember!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">44</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>NEW LIGHT</h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">What light was in me once unguarded was</div> -<div class="i2">And any wind could blow it any way,</div> -<div class="i0">A flame in tatters, with all moods for laws,</div> -<div class="i2">Wildest at midnight, pallidest by day.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">A fire too tossed for comfort to the cold,</div> -<div class="i2">A gleam too blurred for guidance to the dark,</div> -<div class="i0">Shifting caprice of red and blue and gold</div> -<div class="i2">Flickering wanly from the troubled spark;</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">And other times a curl of azure smoke,</div> -<div class="i2">Like the last puff of incense that is seen</div> -<div class="i0">To vanish from the brazier, rose to cloak</div> -<div class="i2">The light until I feared it never had been.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">But now the crystal-clear white globe of peace</div> -<div class="i2">Has closed my spirit in, that it may burn</div> -<div class="i0">Steadily to the stars, and henceforth cease</div> -<div class="i2">The wandering way of any wind to turn.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">45</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>DEDICATION</h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">My body having encountered with a soul,</div> -<div class="i0">Be it my body's care to cherish whole</div> -<div class="i0">The thing it holds in trust, nor once deny</div> -<div class="i0">Ears to receive its faintest ghostly cry,</div> -<div class="i0">Nor count the large advantage of the hour</div> -<div class="i0">Aught in the scale beside the tiniest flower</div> -<div class="i0">Breathed of the spirit, nor make dim its eyes</div> -<div class="i0">To simple truths with things the world names wise.</div> -<div class="i0">Knowing too well my body's great unworth</div> -<div class="i0">Such essence to contain and clothe with earth,</div> -<div class="i0">I dare not be unworthier than I must</div> -<div class="i0">Lest this my soul be clogged with this my dust,</div> -<div class="i0">And that wherefor I owe most gratitude</div> -<div class="i0">Shall in the end the caging clay elude,</div> -<div class="i0">More soiled and more despoiled, more dragged and sad</div> -<div class="i0">Than was the thing from God my body had.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">46</a></span> -<div class="i0">Even as flame consumes its husk of coal</div> -<div class="i0">The self must be consumèd by the soul</div> -<div class="i0">Till liberate from ash it leaps again,</div> -<div class="i0">Light seeking light, beyond the vision of men,</div> -<div class="i0">All that is counted I being cast adrift</div> -<div class="i0">Before the universe in me can lift</div> -<div class="i0">Up to its level of divinity:</div> -<div class="i0">Since therefore it has once befallen me</div> -<div class="i0">Wondrously for a little space to be</div> -<div class="i0">The vessel to whose charge the highest is given,</div> -<div class="i0">Pure as I may I'll render it to heaven.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">47</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>MORNING-VISION</h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">A sea that shimmers on the brink of light,</div> -<div class="i0">Emerging over shadow-boundaries</div> -<div class="i0">Silverly on a sleeping silver shore:</div> -<div class="i0">Phantom-land still, still silent mystery,</div> -<div class="i0">Strewn with wan visions of the fading moon,</div> -<div class="i0">Whereon the wave that wakens barely breathes.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Which gathering soon its sweet surrendering dreams</div> -<div class="i0">Offers them to the yet invisible fire</div> -<div class="i0">That sends its fore-glow from below the rim,</div> -<div class="i0">Till they aspire in little golden vapours</div> -<div class="i0">And flicker to the pure and passionless skies,</div> -<div class="i0">The colour of pale melted sapphires—so</div> -<div class="i0">These driftings of the ocean's moon-trance mount,</div> -<div class="i0">And through the morning, briefly luminous,</div> -<div class="i0">Waver, and cease, above a brightening tide.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Then lo! the swift shrill flight of sudden gulls,</div> -<div class="i0">Up-circling whiteness sprayed against the blue,</div> -<div class="i0">The sweep of silver breasts and wheeling wings</div> -<div class="i0">That flash across the newly-risen sun</div> -<div class="i0">And cleaving through the dazzle of the day</div> -<div class="i0">Vanish like light dissolved in greater light</div> -<div class="i0">Or music drowned in heavenlier music.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">48</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>UNDERWORLD</h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Here lie I in the underworld of trees,</div> -<div class="i2">Over my head I have a wave of leaves</div> -<div class="i0">Through whose loose shimmering weave of mysteries</div> -<div class="i2">The rays of heaven come in yellow sheaves</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Till every leaf is like an amber lamp</div> -<div class="i2">Lit at the very source of golden light;</div> -<div class="i0">The netted green has drawn the sun's own stamp</div> -<div class="i2">And myriad tiny suns are in my sight,</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">While such a radiant harmony, on wings</div> -<div class="i2">I hear but see not, seems my world to throng</div> -<div class="i0">I could believe the only voice that sings</div> -<div class="i2">Is of the leafage sparkling into song.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">To-day within my soul I may contain</div> -<div class="i2">As much melodic light as one fine leaf</div> -<div class="i0">Receives from heaven and gives out again</div> -<div class="i2">Into an underworld grown dim with grief.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">49</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>A SONG</h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">It means so little to you</div> -<div class="i0">To sing a note as you pass,</div> -<div class="i0">To smile your thanks to the day</div> -<div class="i0">For donning its cloudless blue</div> -<div class="i0">And then to go your way,</div> -<div class="i0">And leave behind in the grass</div> -<div class="i0">The print of your little shoe</div> -<div class="i0">Or a petal dropt from your rose</div> -<div class="i0">And your touch on the vine that grows</div> -<div class="i0">Over my cottage door:</div> -<div class="i0">It is nothing at all to you.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">But to me, it is alms to the poor,</div> -<div class="i0">And the light of day to the blind,</div> -<div class="i0">And hope to the desolate;</div> -<div class="i0">Though you never have once glanced through</div> -<div class="i0">The window where, half-defined,</div> -<div class="i0">Half-hidden, I watch and wait—</div> -<div class="i0">For it means so little to you.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">50</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>EARTH AND THE WORLD</h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Skies that smile and slumber overspread with peace,</div> -<div class="i0">Quiet shores divinely hushed by kissing seas,</div> -<div class="i0">Corn-meads like the Mother's breast swelling and at ease,</div> -<div class="i0">All these hold me, fold me, that was not born of these.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i6"><i>I was born of the city's din</i></div> -<div class="i6"><i>Where the World winds out and in</i></div> -<div class="i6"><i>The endless ways man's hands do spin,</i></div> -<div class="i6"><i>And men and women strive and sin</i></div> -<div class="i6"><i>To win—I know not what to win.</i></div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Silver feet of twilight stepping from the East,</div> -<div class="i0">Golden wings of morning pointing to the South,</div> -<div class="i0">Globëd noon that half a-swoon</div> -<div class="i0">Discontains its ecstasy, spills its ineffable feast,</div> -<div class="i0">And flings about the shining air invisibly a wreath,</div> -<div class="i0">Scent of pine and flower and brine</div> -<div class="i0">Sweet and sweeter than the breath</div> -<div class="i0">Of the Belovèd's mouth.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">51</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i6"><i>O but O the city's mood</i></div> -<div class="i6"><i>Restlessly divides my blood</i></div> -<div class="i6"><i>Until the greater half doth crave</i></div> -<div class="i6"><i>All at once to plunge and lave</i></div> -<div class="i6"><i>Underneath the murky wave</i></div> -<div class="i6"><i>And commingle with the flood:</i></div> -<div class="i6"><i>And my brow desires the crown</i></div> -<div class="i6"><i>Of the chimney-smoke-wreaths brown,</i></div> -<div class="i6"><i>And my foot upon the pave</i></div> -<div class="i6"><i>Aches to tramp it up and down</i></div> -<div class="i6"><i>To the discord of the town.</i></div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Sunk in this large retirement where God's presence flows</div> -<div class="i0">And I can add no drop to His seas, no speck to His skies,</div> -<div class="i0">I might yield myself to His shadow for ever on my eyes</div> -<div class="i0">And the vision of Him for ever at peace in my peaceful soul,</div> -<div class="i0">Till one still-breathing dusk when the West was a golden rose</div> -<div class="i0">I might float out on the tides and over the Brim</div> -<div class="i0">To Him:—</div> -<div class="i0">And consummate the whole.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i6"><i>O but to touch the Brim</i></div> -<div class="i6"><i>And never have sought to swim!</i></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">52</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Out here God says all, does all. But there in the city's hum</div> -<div class="i0">Units, whereof I am, have their thing to do and say.</div> -<div class="i0">My individual note I would sing ere I go the Way.</div> -<div class="i0">Finite was I created. The Infinite strikes me dumb.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">O changeless earth! O changeful world! I will arise!</div> -<div class="i0">Here stands the immutable Is. Yonder the Might Be lies.</div> -<div class="i0">What Is I cannot achieve, what Might Be perhaps I can</div> -<div class="i0">If but to my finite powers the Infinite give the nod:</div> -<div class="i0">All's possible here to God, all's possible there to Man,</div> -<div class="i0">And I was born in the city, I am Man, I am not God.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">53</a></span></p> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>THE MAID'S IDYLL</h2> -</div> - -<p class="center bold in0">I.</p> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Night was warm and still,</div> -<div class="i2">Moon a dusky red,</div> -<div class="i0">Crickets chirped all up the hill,</div> -<div class="i2">And I wished me dead.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"For what use alive to be</div> -<div class="i2">And never live?" I said,</div> -<div class="i0">Lifting arms to let free</div> -<div class="i2">The plaits about my head.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"Have parents kind enow,</div> -<div class="i2">Lack nor roof nor bread,</div> -<div class="i0">Day goes I scarce know how</div> -<div class="i2">Till day be sped,</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"Each drags by so like to each</div> -<div class="i2">Weighted with lead,</div> -<div class="i0">Always something needing speech</div> -<div class="i2">In my soul unsaid,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">54</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"Something in my soul unsung,</div> -<div class="i2">Something unfed—</div> -<div class="i0"><i>Must</i> be eased while still I'm young</div> -<div class="i2">And unwitherèd."</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Crickets chirruped strangely shrill,</div> -<div class="i2">Smooth lay my bed,</div> -<div class="i0">Moon was hot upon the hill,</div> -<div class="i2">And I wished me dead.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">55</a></span></p> - - -<p class="center bold in0 p2t">II.</p> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Over garden and garth and meadow</div> -<div class="i0">Lo! I see a slipping shadow</div> -<div class="i2">Swift as any swallow—</div> -<div class="i0">Hist, strange shadow! I'll up and follow.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Neither meadow nor garth nor garden</div> -<div class="i0">Has in the sweet close nights its warden:</div> -<div class="i2">Oh, yet now I doubt me!</div> -<div class="i0">Eyes and whispers do seem about me.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Yet though the stars high-strewn, a litter</div> -<div class="i0">Of lights that shake for fear as they glitter,</div> -<div class="i2">All be lamps of danger—</div> -<div class="i0">I will speak with you, shadow-stranger!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">56</a></span></p> - - -<p class="center bold in0 p2t">III.</p> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Brown boy, brown boy,</div> -<div class="i2">What do you here</div> -<div class="i0">In the orchard all in rags</div> -<div class="i2">At midnight very near?</div> -<div class="i0"><i>Brown boy, I never saw</i></div> -<div class="i2"><i>Eyes so clear.</i></div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Brown boy, brown boy,</div> -<div class="i2">Bare are your feet—</div> -<div class="i0">Say I fetched the watch-dog out</div> -<div class="i2">Could they run fleet?</div> -<div class="i0"><i>Brown boy, I never heard</i></div> -<div class="i2"><i>Voice so sweet.</i></div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Brown boy, brown boy,</div> -<div class="i2">Where's your alarm?</div> -<div class="i0">Say I fetched my mother out</div> -<div class="i2">Sure you'd come to harm!</div> -<div class="i0"><i>Brown boy, I never felt</i></div> -<div class="i2"><i>Hands so warm.</i></div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Brown boy, brown boy,</div> -<div class="i2">Stealing's very wrong!</div> -<div class="i0">If I fetched my father out</div> -<div class="i2">Your skin weren't worth a song.</div> -<div class="i0"><i>Brown boy, I never knew</i></div> -<div class="i2"><i>Hearts beat so strong.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">57</a></span></p> - - -<p class="center bold in0 p2t">IV.</p> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">He said, three apples I came to steal,</div> -<div class="i0">Red and russet and golden peel,</div> -<div class="i0">For I've walked the day and never a meal.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Give me, he said, your russet hair</div> -<div class="i0">Once for my lips, and it's little I care</div> -<div class="i0">Though your apples rot as they ripen there.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Twice to save me, he said, from sin,</div> -<div class="i0">Give me your beautiful golden skin</div> -<div class="i0">That I may kiss it from forehead to chin.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Nay, and lest hunger still gnaw, he said,</div> -<div class="i0">Give me, belovèd, your mouth's dear red:</div> -<div class="i0">Though I starve in the dawn I will still be fed.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">58</a></span></p> - - -<p class="center bold in0 p2t">V.</p> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">What's the road you travel</div> -<div class="i0">"Sand, chalk, and gravel,</div> -<div class="i0">Green grass and paving-stone,</div> -<div class="i0">Always alone.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"Hard and easy faring,</div> -<div class="i0">Freedom unsparing,</div> -<div class="i0">Where ant has crept or bird flown</div> -<div class="i0">To me is known.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"The sun's way, the rain's way,</div> -<div class="i0">Joy's way and pain's way,</div> -<div class="i0">As many ways as wind has blown</div> -<div class="i0">All are my own."</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">[Symbol: star]</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Love, the future why weigh?</div> -<div class="i0">Your way is my way,</div> -<div class="i0">Neither grass nor city stone</div> -<div class="i0">Walk more alone.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Will not bitter faring</div> -<div class="i0">Better by sharing?</div> -<div class="i0">Every pain you've ever known</div> -<div class="i0">I'll make my own,</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Beside you free of care foot,</div> -<div class="i0">Hungry and barefoot,</div> -<div class="i0">Glad, gay, great-hearted grown,</div> -<div class="i0">And never alone!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">59</a></span></p> - - -<p class="center bold in0 p2t">VI.</p> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">I know not whether I would laugh or weep,</div> -<div class="i0">Whether great sorrow or great gladness fill me,</div> -<div class="i0">Only that life has suddenly grown deep,</div> -<div class="i0">And from their dim and dreamful caverns springing</div> -<div class="i0">The golden-eyed imaginings of sleep</div> -<div class="i0">Like glorious birds given full freedom sweep</div> -<div class="i0">The world about our heads with strange wild singing ...</div> -<div class="i0">Though it do kill me,</div> -<div class="i0">Boy, I will love you, only so you will me....</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">60</a></span></p> - - -<p class="center bold in0 p2t">VII.</p> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Suppose no other night is like to this?</div> -<div class="i0">Suppose the coming light</div> -<div class="i0">Rives lance-like from the heart even of this night</div> -<div class="i0">Its mysteries?</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">You have put sudden bloom upon my soul,</div> -<div class="i0">And you have made to lift</div> -<div class="i0">My wingless spirit that did faintly drift</div> -<div class="i0">And saw no goal:</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Have made me know the dazzle of a star</div> -<div class="i0">Crowns all this common earth</div> -<div class="i0">Which is a planet shooting light from birth</div> -<div class="i0">As yonder are.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">These things, this bright new wisdom, could be given</div> -<div class="i0">Only of you to me:</div> -<div class="i0">The virtue's God's alone, who bade it be,</div> -<div class="i0">To unmake heaven:</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">So if you, sole destroyer, being sole giver,</div> -<div class="i0">Go ere you try your pow'rs,</div> -<div class="i0">All this may still be infinitely ours</div> -<div class="i0">To guard for ever.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">61</a></span></p> - - -<p class="center bold in0 p2t">VIII.</p> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Is morning in the sky?</div> -<div class="i0">Is not the moon still high?</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">A little wing of light</div> -<div class="i0">Flutters against the night.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">You scarce have seen my face,</div> -<div class="i0">Your own's a shadowed place,</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">But your voice I still will know</div> -<div class="i0">In a million years or so,</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Say Welcome to your breath</div> -<div class="i0">In some abyss of death,</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Meet in the black eclipse</div> -<div class="i0">Of unborn worlds your lips,</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Or know by its thrilling pain</div> -<div class="i0">This pulse of your heart again.</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">The moon is very low,</div> -<div class="i0">Soon all this grey will glow—</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Go now, before the red,</div> -<div class="i0">And do not turn your head.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">62</a></span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2>WÊLAND AND THE SWAN-GIRLS</h2> -</div> - -<div class="center"> -<div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Three white swans flew in the sky</div> -<div class="i2">(Are you heeding, Wêland-Smith?)</div> -<div class="i0">Three white swans flew in the sky</div> -<div class="i0">Till they did a blue lake spy,</div> -<div class="i0">Then the three to earth did fly</div> -<div class="i0">And they laid their plumage by.</div> -<div class="i2">(Are you watchful, Wêland-Smith?)</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">When they stood of plumage bare</div> -<div class="i2">(What's your eye say, Wêland-Smith?)</div> -<div class="i0">When they stood of plumage bare</div> -<div class="i0">Three white maidens rose up there.</div> -<div class="i0">Earthly maids have not such rare</div> -<div class="i0">Rose-flushed limbs, such yellow hair,</div> -<div class="i0">Earthly maids are not so fair—</div> -<div class="i2">(What's your heart say, Wêland-Smith?)</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">These three maidens did begin</div> -<div class="i2">(What the ending, Wêland-Smith?)</div> -<div class="i0">These three maidens did begin</div> -<div class="i0">By the lakeside flax to spin,</div> -<div class="i0">And a low-hummed song did win</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">63</a></span> -<div class="i0">Thro' their threads all fine and thin,</div> -<div class="i0">Stealing, flashing out and in.</div> -<div class="i2">(Was it magic, Wêland-Smith?)</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">When the golden flax was spun</div> -<div class="i2">(Threads of fate for Wêland-Smith!)</div> -<div class="i0">When the golden flax was spun:</div> -<div class="i0">"Sisters," said the youngest one,</div> -<div class="i0">"See the ripples of the sun</div> -<div class="i0">Spinning where the waters run!</div> -<div class="i0">Let's unravel them till none</div> -<div class="i0">Rests to mock what we have done."</div> -<div class="i2">(Tense with hope lay Wêland-Smith.)</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">From the blue lake's flowery brim</div> -<div class="i2">(Still your breathing, Wêland-Smith!)</div> -<div class="i0">From the sweet lake's flowering brim</div> -<div class="i0">These three maids did dive and swim.</div> -<div class="i0">Oh, the flash of pearly limb</div> -<div class="i0">Visioned through the waters dim!</div> -<div class="i2">(Steal your moment, Wêland-Smith!)</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Said the youngest Valkyr-Maid</div> -<div class="i2">(Did she hear you, Wêland-Smith?)</div> -<div class="i0">Said the youngest Valkyr-Maid:</div> -<div class="i0">"Sisters, I am grown afraid!</div> -<div class="i0">Three men hide within the shade—</div> -<div class="i0">Quick! before we be betrayed!"</div> -<div class="i2">(Quicker yet was Wêland-Smith.)</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">64</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Three men stood upon the bank</div> -<div class="i2">(Egil, Slagfinn, Wêland-Smith)</div> -<div class="i0">Three men stood upon the bank,</div> -<div class="i0">In their hands the plumage lank.</div> -<div class="i0">"What prank's this?" the youngest drank</div> -<div class="i0">Breath to ask that triple rank.</div> -<div class="i0">Wêland said: "This is no prank."</div> -<div class="i2">(Strong and grave was Wêland-Smith.)</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Egil lifted up his hand,</div> -<div class="i2">(Not as yet stirred Wêland-Smith)</div> -<div class="i0">Egil-Archer raised his hand,</div> -<div class="i0">Slagfinn only looked command,</div> -<div class="i0">And their maidens came to land,</div> -<div class="i0">And the four passed down the strand.</div> -<div class="i2">(Patient still was Wêland-Smith.)</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Then the youngest of the brood,</div> -<div class="i2">(Ay, and fairest, Wêland-Smith!)</div> -<div class="i0">Then the fairest of the brood</div> -<div class="i0">Spoke to him from where she stood:</div> -<div class="i0">"Brown young Smith, your eyes are good—</div> -<div class="i0">Spare my immortal maidenhood."</div> -<div class="i0">But the swan-girl's melting mood</div> -<div class="i0">All the stronglier swayed and wooed</div> -<div class="i0">Every impulse of his blood</div> -<div class="i0">Till desire was at full flood—</div> -<div class="i2">('Ware of drowning, Wêland-Smith!)</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">65</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"What reck I of prayer and plea?"</div> -<div class="i2">(So made answer Wêland-Smith.)</div> -<div class="i0">"What reck I of prayer and plea?</div> -<div class="i0">By this plumage held in fee,</div> -<div class="i0">Swan-girl, you belong to me,</div> -<div class="i0">Swan-girl, you shall follow me,</div> -<div class="i0">Ay, and be true wife to me."</div> -<div class="i2">(Warm of voice was Wêland-Smith.)</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"Render me my white swan-wings!"</div> -<div class="i2">(Still she strove with Wêland-Smith.)</div> -<div class="i0">"Render me my white swan-wings</div> -<div class="i0">And I'll teach you cunning things</div> -<div class="i0">From the craft-wise fount that springs</div> -<div class="i0">Where iron Thor his hammer swings.</div> -<div class="i0">Smith, when your red anvil sings,</div> -<div class="i0">Fashioning you magic rings,</div> -<div class="i0">Swords for hero-happenings,</div> -<div class="i0">Crowns more meet for gods than kings—</div> -<div class="i0">You'll not grudge my white swan-wings."</div> -<div class="i2">(Plied she thuswise Wêland-Smith.)</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"What reck I of promises?"</div> -<div class="i2">(So made answer Wêland-Smith.)</div> -<div class="i0">"What reck I of promises?</div> -<div class="i0">When I need such things as these</div> -<div class="i0">You shall teach me, if I please,</div> -<div class="i0">Wife of mine, upon your knees.</div> -<div class="i0">Mine you are beyond release."</div> -<div class="i2">(Firm of voice was Wêland-Smith.)</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">66</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"Back I take all promise and pray'r!"</div> -<div class="i2">(Proudly faced she Wêland-Smith.)</div> -<div class="i0">"Back I take all promise and pray'r!</div> -<div class="i0">Hear, you worm of earth! that dare</div> -<div class="i0">With base cunning seek to snare</div> -<div class="i0">Me, a Valkyr of the air:</div> -<div class="i0">Such as I are slow to spare</div> -<div class="i0">Who our god-given rights impair—</div> -<div class="i0">Render me my plumage fair</div> -<div class="i0">Lest I blast you standing there!"</div> -<div class="i2">(Fiercely faced she Wêland-Smith.)</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"What reck I of passion and pride?"</div> -<div class="i2">(So made answer Wêland-Smith.)</div> -<div class="i0">"What reck I of passion and pride?</div> -<div class="i0">Witless woman-words fly wide.</div> -<div class="i0">Woman, you are Wêland's bride,</div> -<div class="i0">'Shall come meekly to his side,</div> -<div class="i0">And he will not be denied."</div> -<div class="i2">(Stern of voice was Wêland-Smith.)</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">Thro' the lake the swan-girl white,</div> -<div class="i2">(Ah, be gentle, Wêland-Smith!)</div> -<div class="i0">Thro' the lake the swan-girl white</div> -<div class="i0">Slipped, and came with footfall light</div> -<div class="i0">Till beside him in full sight</div> -<div class="i0">Stood she beautiful and bright,</div> -<div class="i0">Saying with neither fear nor spite:</div> -<div class="i0">"I am here for your delight."</div> -<div class="i2">(So she greeted Wêland-Smith.)</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">67</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"Nay, but hear me ere we go,</div> -<div class="i2">(As I love you, Wêland-Smith!)</div> -<div class="i0">Nay, but hear me ere we go</div> -<div class="i0">Hence to lay my godhead low</div> -<div class="i0">Since my lord will have it so.</div> -<div class="i0">Weigh the balance, lord, and know</div> -<div class="i0">That if we twain wedded show</div> -<div class="i0">All your streams of fate do flow</div> -<div class="i0">Henceforth from the tides of woe—</div> -<div class="i2">(Woe, O woe to Wêland-Smith!)</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"Full seven years you shall me hold,</div> -<div class="i2">(Seven years' bliss for Wêland-Smith!)</div> -<div class="i0">Full seven years you shall me hold.</div> -<div class="i0">When the seventh year is told,</div> -<div class="i0">Like a parchment read and scrolled—</div> -<div class="i0">Ah, but, lord, inscribed in gold!—</div> -<div class="i0">That we may no more unfold</div> -<div class="i2">(Only think on, Wêland-Smith),</div> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"I shall know a strange unrest,</div> -<div class="i2">(Dread the eighth year, Wêland-Smith!)</div> -<div class="i0">I shall know a strange unrest,</div> -<div class="i0">Be of old desires possessed,</div> -<div class="i0">Passionate to ride the crest</div> -<div class="i0">Of the storm, North, South, East, West—</div> -<div class="i0">Ay, and by your strong arm pressed</div> -<div class="i0">Win no sleep more on your breast.</div> -<div class="i2">(Sound tho' <i>you</i> sleep, Wêland-Smith.)</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">68</a></span> -</div> - -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="i0">"In the ninth year I shall hear,</div> -<div class="i2">(Will you hear, too, Wêland-Smith?)</div> -<div class="i0">In the ninth year I shall hear</div> -<div class="i0">Iron Thor's thunder very near</div> -<div class="i0">Like a summons in my ear—</div> -<div class="i0">I shall leap for helm and spear</div> -<div class="i0">And shall pass in the ninth year!</div> -<div class="i0">Wêland! woe for Wêland! drear</div> -<div class="i0">Stands his future all too clear,</div> -<div class="i0">Yet I may not read it here.</div> -<div class="i0">Cast me from you, lord, with fear!</div> -<div class="i2">(I have warned you, Wêland-Smith.)"</div> -</div> - 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