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George William Russell + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Imaginations and Reveries + +Author: (A.E.) George William Russell + +Release Date: July 29, 2009 [EBook #8105] +Last Updated: February 7, 2013 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK IMAGINATIONS AND REVERIES *** + + + + +Produced by Jake Jaqua, and David Widger + + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + IMAGINATIONS AND REVERIES + </h1> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h2> + By "AE" [George William Russell] + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_PREF" id="link2H_PREF"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + PREFACE + </h2> + <p> + The publishers of this book thought that a volume of articles and tales + written by me during the past twenty-five years would have interest enough + to justify publication, and asked me to make a selection. I have not been + able to make up a book with only one theme. My temperament would only + allow me to be happy when I was working at art. My conscience would not + let me have peace unless I worked with other Irishmen at the + reconstruction of Irish life. Birth in Ireland gave me a bias towards + Irish nationalism, while the spirit which inhabits my body told me the + politics of eternity ought to be my only concern, and that all other races + equally with my own were children of the Great King. To aid in movements + one must be orthodox. My desire to help prompted agreement, while my + intellect was always heretical. I had written out of every mood, and could + not retain any mood for long. If I advocated a national ideal I felt + immediately I could make an equal plea for more cosmopolitan and universal + ideas. I have observed my intuitions wherever they drew me, for I felt + that the Light within us knows better than any other the need and the way. + So I have no book on one theme, and the only unity which connects what is + here written is a common origin. The reader must try a balance between the + contraries which exist here as they exist in us all, as they exist and are + harmonized in that multitudinous meditation which is the universe.—A.E. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_PREF2" id="link2H_PREF2"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + PREFACE TO SECOND EDITION + </h2> + <p> + To this edition four essays have been added. Two of these, "Thoughts for a + Convention" and "The New Nation," made some little stir when they first + appeared. Ireland since then has passed away from the mood which made it + possible to consider the reconciliations suggested, and has set its heart + on more fundamental changes, and these essays have only interest as + marking a moment of transition in national life before it took a new road + leading to another destiny. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_PREF"> PREFACE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_PREF2"> PREFACE TO SECOND EDITION </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> NATIONALITY OR COSMOPOLITANISM </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> STANDISH O'GRADY </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> THE DRAMATIC TREATMENT OF LEGEND </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> THE CHARACTER OF HEROIC LITERATURE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> A POET OF SHADOWS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> THE BOYHOOD OF A POET </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> THE POETRY OF JAMES STEPHENS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> A NOTE ON SEUMAS O'SULLIVAN </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> ART AND LITERATURE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> AN ARTIST OF GAELIC IRELAND </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> TWO IRISH ARTISTS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> "ULSTER" </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> IDEALS OF THE NEW RURAL SOCIETY </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0016"> THOUGHTS FOR A CONVENTION </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0017"> THE NEW NATION </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0018"> THE SPIRITUAL CONFLICT </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0019"> ON AN IRISH HILL </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0020"> RELIGION AND LOVE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0021"> THE RENEWAL OF YOUTH </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0022"> THE HERO IN MAN </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0023"> THE MEDITATION OF ANANDA </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0024"> THE MIDNIGHT BLOSSOM </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0025"> THE CHILDHOOD OF APOLLO </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0026"> THE MASK OF APOLLO </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0027"> THE CAVE OF LILITH </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0028"> THE STORY OF A STAR </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0029"> A DREAM OF ANGUS OGE </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0030"> <b>DEIRDRE</b> </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#linkact1"> ACT I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0031"> ACT II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0032"> ACT III. </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0033"> NOTE TO THOUGHTS FOR A CONVENTION </a> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + NATIONALITY OR COSMOPOLITANISM + </h2> + <p> + As one of those who believe that the literature of a country is for ever + creating a new soul among its people, I do not like to think that + literature with us must follow an inexorable law of sequence, and gain a + spiritual character only after the bodily passions have grown weary and + exhausted themselves. In the essay called The Autumn of the Body, Mr. + Yeats seems to indicate such a sequence. Yet, whether the art of any of + the writers of the decadence does really express spiritual things is open + to doubt. The mood in which their work is conceived, a distempered + emotion, through which no new joy quivers, seems too often to tell rather + of exhausted vitality than of the ecstasy of a new life. However much, + too, their art refines itself, choosing, ever rarer and more exquisite + forms of expression, underneath it all an intuition seems to disclose only + the old wolfish lust, hiding itself beneath the golden fleece of the + spirit. It is not the spirit breaking through corruption, but the life of + the senses longing to shine with the light which makes saintly things + beautiful: and it would put on the jeweled raiment of seraphim, retaining + still a heart of clay smitten through and through with the unappeasable + desire of the flesh: so Rossetti's women, who have around them all the + circumstance of poetry and romantic beauty, seem through their sucked-in + lips to express a thirst which could be allayed in no spiritual paradise. + Art in the decadence in our time might be symbolized as a crimson figure + undergoing a dark crucifixion: the hosts of light are overcoming it, and + it is dying filled with anguish and despair at a beauty it cannot attain. + All these strange emotions have a profound psychological interest. I do + not think because a spiritual flaw can be urged against a certain phase of + life that it should remain unexpressed. The psychic maladies which attack + all races when their civilization grows old must needs be understood to be + dealt with: and they cannot be understood without being revealed in + literature or art. But in Ireland we are not yet sick with this sickness. + As psychology it concerns only the curious. Our intellectual life is in + suspense. The national spirit seems to be making a last effort to assert + itself in literature and to overcome cosmopolitan influences and the art + of writers who express a purely personal feeling. It is true that + nationality may express itself in many ways: it may not be at all evident + in the subject matter, but it may be very evident in the sentiment. But a + literature loosely held together by some emotional characteristics common + to the writers, however great it may be, does not fulfill the purpose of a + literature or art created by a number of men who have a common aim in + building up an overwhelming ideal—who create, in a sense, a soul for + their country, and who have a common pride in the achievement of all. The + world has not seen this since the great antique civilizations of Egypt and + Greece passed away. We cannot imagine an Egyptian artist daring enough to + set aside the majestic attainment of many centuries. An Egyptian boy as he + grew up must have been overawed by the national tradition, and have felt + that it was not to be set aside: it was beyond his individual rivalry. The + soul of Egypt incarnated in him, and, using its immemorial language and + its mysterious lines, the efforts of the least workman who decorated a + tomb seem to have been directed by the same hand that carved the Sphinx. + This adherence to a traditional form is true of Greece, though to a less + extent. Some little Tanagra terra-cottas might have been fashioned by + Phidias, and in literature Ulysses and Agamemnon were not the heroes of + one epic, but appeared endlessly in epic and drama. Since the Greek + civilization no European nation has had an intellectual literature which + was genuinely national. In the present century, leaving aside a few things + in outward circumstance, there is little to distinguish the work of the + best English writers or artists from that of their Continental + contemporaries. Milliais, Leighton, Rossetti, Turner—how different + from each other, and yet they might have painted the same pictures as born + Frenchmen, and it would not have excited any great surprise as a marked + divergence from French art. The cosmopolitan spirit, whether for good or + for evil, is hastily obliterating all distinctions. What is distinctly + national in these countries is less valuable than the immense wealth of + universal ideas; and the writers who use this wealth appeal to no narrow + circle: the foremost writers, the Tolstois and Ibsens, are conscious of + addressing a European audience. + </p> + <p> + If nationality is to justify itself in the face of all this, it must be + because the country which preserves its individuality does so with the + profound conviction that its peculiar ideal is nobler than that which the + cosmopolitan spirit suggests—that this ideal is so precious to it + that its loss would be as the loss of the soul, and that it could not be + realized without an aloofness from, if not an actual indifference to, the + ideals which are spreading so rapidly over Europe. Is it possible for any + nationality to make such a defense of its isolation? If not, let us read + Goethe, Balzac, Tolstoi, men so much greater than any we can show, try to + absorb their universal wisdom, and no longer confine ourselves to local + traditions. But nationality was never so strong in Ireland as at the + present time. It is beginning to be felt, less as a political movement + than as a spiritual force. It seems to be gathering itself together, + joining men who were hostile before, in a new intellectual fellowship: and + if all these could unite on fundamentals, it would be possible in a + generation to create a national Ideal in Ireland, or rather to let that + spirit incarnate fully which began among the ancient peoples, which has + haunted the hearts and whispered a dim revelation of itself through the + lips of the bards and peasant story tellers. + </p> + <p> + Every Irishman forms some vague ideal of his country, born from his + reading of history, or from contemporary politics, or from imaginative + intuition; and this Ireland in the mind it is, not the actual Ireland, + which kindles his enthusiasm. For this he works and makes sacrifices; but + because it has never had any philosophical definition or a supremely + beautiful statement in literature which gathered all aspirations about it, + the ideal remains vague. This passionate love cannot explain itself; it + cannot make another understand its devotion. To reveal Ireland in clear + and beautiful light, to create the Ireland in the heart, is the province + of a national literature. Other arts would add to this ideal hereafter, + and social life and politics must in the end be in harmony. We are yet + before our dawn, in a period comparable to Egypt before the first of her + solemn temples constrained its people to an equal mystery, or to Greece + before the first perfect statue had fixed an ideal of beauty which mothers + dreamed of to mould their yet unborn children. We can see, however, as the + ideal of Ireland grows from mind to mind, it tends to assume the character + of a sacred land. The Dark Rosaleen of Mangan expresses an almost + religious adoration, and to a later writer it seems to be nigher to the + spiritual beauty than other lands: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + And still the thoughts of Ireland brood + Upon her holy quietude. +</pre> + <p> + The faculty of abstracting from the land their eyes beheld another Ireland + through which they wandered in dream, has always been a characteristic of + the Celtic poets. This inner Ireland which the visionary eye saw was the + Tirnanoge, the Country of Immortal Youth, for they peopled it only with + the young and beautiful. It was the Land of the Living Heart, a tender + name which showed that it had become dearer than the heart of woman, and + overtopped all other dreams as the last hope of the spirit, the bosom + where it would rest after it had passed from the fading shelter of the + world. And sure a strange and beautiful land this Ireland is, with a + mystic beauty which closes the eyes of the body as in sleep, and opens the + eyes of the spirit as in dreams and never a poet has lain on our hillsides + but gentle, stately figures, with hearts shining like the sun, move + through his dreams, over radiant grasses, in an enchanted world of their + own: and it has become alive through every haunted rath and wood and + mountain and lake, so that we can hardly think of it otherwise than as the + shadow of the thought of God. The last Irish poet who has appeared shows + the spiritual qualities of the first, when he writes of the gray rivers in + their "enraptured" wanderings, and when he sees in the jeweled bow which + arches the heavens— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + The Lord's seven spirits that shine through the rain +</pre> + <p> + This mystical view of nature, peculiar to but one English poet, Wordsworth + is a national characteristic; and much in the creation of the Ireland in + the mind is already done, and only needs retelling by the new writers. + More important, however, for the literature we are imagining as an offset + to the cosmopolitan ideal would be the creation of heroic figures, types, + whether legendary or taken from history, and enlarged to epic proportions + by our writers, who would use them in common, as Cuculain, Fionn, Ossian, + and Oscar were used by the generations of poets who have left us the + bardic history of Ireland, wherein one would write of the battle fury of a + hero, and another of a moment when his fire would turn to gentleness, and + another of his love for some beauty of his time, and yet another tell how + the rivalry of a spiritual beauty made him tire of love; and so from + iteration and persistent dwelling on a few heroes, their imaginative + images found echoes in life, and other heroes arose, continuing their + tradition of chivalry. + </p> + <p> + That such types are of the highest importance, and have the most ennobling + influence on a country, cannot be denied. It was this idea led Whitman to + exploit himself as the typical American. He felt that what he termed a + "stock personality" was needed to elevate and harmonize the incongruous + human elements in the States. English literature has always been more + sympathetic with actual beings than with ideal types, and cannot help us + much. A man who loves Dickens, for example, may grow to have a great + tolerance for the grotesque characters which are the outcome of the social + order in England, but he will not be assisted in the conception of a + higher humanity: and this is true of very many English writers who lack a + fundamental philosophy, and are content to take man as he seems to be for + the moment, rather than as the pilgrim of eternity—as one who is + flesh today but who may hereafter grow divine, and who may shine at last + like the stars of the morning, triumphant among the sons of God. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Standish O'Grady, in his notable epic of Cuculain, was in our time the + first to treat the Celtic tradition worthily. He has contributed one hero + who awaits equal comrades, if indeed the tales of the Red Branch do not + absorb the thoughts of many imaginative writers, and Cuculain remain the + typical hero of the Gael, becoming to every boy who reads the story a + revelation of what his own spirit is. + </p> + <p> + I know John Eglinton, one of our most thoughtful writers, our first + cosmopolitan, thinks that "these ancient legends refuse to be taken out of + their old environment." But I believe that the tales which have been + preserved for a hundred generations in the heart of the people must have + had their power, because they had in them a core of eternal truth. Truth + is not a thing of today or tomorrow. Beauty, heroism, and spirituality do + not change like fashion, being the reflection of an unchanging spirit. The + face of faces which looks at us through so many shifting shadows has never + altered the form of its perfection since the face of man, made after its + image, first looked back on its original: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + For these red lips, with all their mournful pride, + Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam, + And Usna's children died. +</pre> + <p> + These dreams, antiquities, traditions, once actual, living, and + historical, have passed from the world of sense into the world of memory + and thought: and time, it seems to me, has not taken away from their + power, nor made them more remote from sympathy, but has rather purified + them by removing them from earth to heaven: from things which the eye can + see and the ear can hear they have become what the heart ponders over, and + are so much nearer, more familiar, more suitable for literary use than the + day they were begotten. They have now the character of symbol, and, as + symbol, are more potent than history. They have crept through veil after + veil of the manifold nature of man; and now each dream, heroism, or beauty + has laid itself nigh the divine power it represents, the suggestion of + which made it first beloved: and they are ready for the use of the spirit, + a speech of which every word has a significance beyond itself, and Deirdre + is, like Helen, a symbol of eternal beauty; and Cuculain represents as + much as Prometheus the heroic spirit, the redeemer in man. + </p> + <p> + In so far as these ancient traditions live in the memory of man, they are + contemporary to us as much as electrical science: for the images which + time brings now to our senses, before they can be used in literature, have + to enter into exactly the same world of human imagination as the Celtic + traditions live in. And their fitness for literary use is not there + determined by their freshness but by their power of suggestion. Modern + literature, where it is really literature and not book-making, grows more + subjective year after year, and the mind has a wider range over time than + the physical nature has. Many things live in it—empires which have + never crumbled, beauty which has never perished, love whose fires have + never waned: and, in this formidable competition for use in the artist's + mind, today stands only its chance with a thousand days. To question the + historical accuracy of the use of such memories is not a matter which can + be rightly raised. The question is—do they express lofty things to + the soul? If they do they have justified themselves. + </p> + <p> + I have written at some length on the two paths which lie before us, for we + have arrived at a parting of ways. One path leads, and has already led + many Irishmen, to obliterate all nationality from their work. The other + path winds upward to a mountain-top of our own, which may be in the future + the Mecca to which many worshippers will turn. To remain where we are as a + people, indifferent to literature, to art, to ideas, wasting the precious + gift of public spirit we possess so abundantly in the sordid political + rivalries, without practical or ideal ends, is to justify those who have + chosen the other path, and followed another star than ours. I do not wish + any one to infer from this a contempt for those who, for the last hundred + years, have guided public opinion in Ireland. If they failed in one + respect, it was out of a passionate sympathy for wrongs of which many are + memories, thanks to them, and to them is due the creation of a force which + may be turned in other directions, not without a memory of those pale + sleepers to whom we may turn in thought, placing— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + A kiss of fire on the dim brow of failure, + A crown upon her uncrowned head. +</pre> + <p> + 1899 <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + STANDISH O'GRADY + </h2> + <p> + In this age we read so much that we lay too great a burden on the + imagination. It is unable to create images which are the spiritual + equivalent of the words on the printed page, and reading becomes for too + many an occupation of the eye rather than of the mind. How rarely, out of + the multitude of volumes a man reads in his lifetime, can he remember + where or when he read any particular book, or with any vividness recall + the mood it evoked in him. When I close my eyes, and brood in memory over + the books which most profoundly affected me, I find none excited my + imagination more than Standish O'Grady's epical narrative of Cuculain. + Whitman said of his Leaves of Grass: "Camerado, this is no book. Who + touches this touches a man," and O'Grady might have boasted of his Bardic + History of Ireland, written with his whole being, that there was more than + a man in it, there was the soul of a people, its noblest and most exalted + life symbolized in the story of one heroic character. + </p> + <p> + With reference to Ireland, I was at the time I read like many others who + were bereaved of the history of their race. I was as a man who, through + some accident, had lost memory of his past, Who could recall no more than + a few months of new life, and could not say to what songs his cradle had + been rocked, what mother had nursed him, who were the playmates of + childhood, or by what woods and streams he had wandered. When I read + O'Grady I was as such a man who suddenly feels ancient memories rushing at + him, and knows he was born in a royal house, that he had mixed with the + mighty of heaven and earth and had the very noblest for his companions. It + was the memory of race which rose up within me as I read, and I felt + exalted as one who learns he is among the children of kings. That is what + O'Grady did for me and for others who were my contemporaries, and I + welcome the reprints, of his tales in the hope that he will go on + magically recreating for generations yet unborn the ancestral life of + their race in Ireland. For many centuries the youth of Ireland as it grew + up was made aware of the life of bygone ages, and there were always some + who remade themselves in the heroic mould before they passed on. The + sentiment engendered by the Gaelic literature was an arcane presence, + though unconscious of itself, in those who for the past hundred years had + learned another speech. In O'Grady's writings the submerged river of + national culture rose up again, a shining torrent, and I realized as I + bathed in that stream, that the greatest spiritual evil one nation could + inflict on another was to cut off from it the story of the national soul. + For not all music can be played upon any instrument, and human nature for + most of us is like a harp on which can be rendered the music written for + the harp but nor that written for the violin. The harp strings quiver for + the harp-player alone, and he who can utter his passion through the violin + is silent before an unfamiliar instrument. That is why the Irish have + rarely been deeply stirred by English literature, though it is one of the + great literatures of the world. Our history was different and the + evolutionary product was a peculiarity of character, and the strings of + our being vibrate most in ecstasy when the music evokes ancestral moods or + embodies emotions akin to these. I am not going to argue the comparative + worth of the Gaelic and English tradition. All that I can say is that the + traditions of our own country move us more than the traditions of any + other. Even if there was not essential greatness in them we would love + them for the same reasons which bring back so many exiles to revisit the + haunts of childhood. But there was essential greatness in that neglected + bardic literature which O'Grady was the first to reveal in a noble manner. + He had the spirit of an ancient epic poet. He is a comrade of Homer, his + birth delayed in time perhaps that he might renew for a sophisticated + people the elemental simplicity and hardihood men had when the world was + young and manhood was prized more than any of its parts, more than thought + or beauty or feeling. He has created for us, or rediscovered, one figure + which looms in the imagination as a high comrade of Hector, Achilles, + Ulysses, Rama or Yudisthira, as great in spirit as any. Who could extol + enough his Cuculain, that incarnation of Gaelic chivalry, the fire and + gentleness, the beauty and heroic ardour or the imaginative splendor of + the episodes in his retelling of the ancient story. There are writers who + bewitch you by a magical use of words whose lines glitter like jewels, + whose effects are gained by an elaborate art and who deal with the + subtlest emotions. Others again are simple as an Egyptian image, and yet + are more impressive, and you remember them less for the sentence than for + a grandiose effect. They are not so much concerned with the art of words + as with the creation of great images informed with magnificence of spirit. + They are not lesser artists but greater, for there is a greater art in the + simplification of form in the statue of Memnon than there is in the + intricate detail of a bronze by Benvenuto Cellini. Standish O'Grady had in + his best moments that epic wholeness and simplicity, and the figure of + Cuculain amid his companions of the Red Branch which he discovered and + refashioned for us is, I think, the greatest spiritual gift any Irishman + for centuries has given to Ireland. + </p> + <p> + I know it will be said that this is a scientific age, the world is so full + of necessitous life that it is waste of time for young Ireland to brood + upon tales of legendary heroes, who fought with enchanters, who harnessed + wild fairy horses to magic chariots and who talked with the ancient gods, + and that it would be much better for youth to be scientific and practical. + Do not believe it, dear Irish boy, dear Irish girl, I know as well as any + the economic needs of our people. They must not be overlooked, but keep + still in your hearts some desires which might enter Paradise. Keep in your + souls some images of magnificence so that hereafter the halls of heaven + and the divine folk may not seem altogether alien to the spirit. These + legends have passed the test of generations for century after century, and + they were treasured and passed on to those who followed, and that was + because there was something in them akin to the immortal spirit. Humanity + cannot carry with it through time the memory of all its deeds and + imaginations, and it burdens itself only in a new era with what was + highest among the imaginations of the ancestors. What is essentially noble + is never out of date. The figures carved by Pheidias for the Parthenon + still shine by the side of the greatest modern sculpture. There has been + no evolution of the human form to a greater beauty than the ancient Greek + saw, and the forms they carved are not strange to us, and if this is true + of the outward form it is true of the indwelling spirit. What is + essentially noble is contemporary with all that is splendid today, and + until the mass of men are equal in spirit the great figures of the past + will affect us less as memories than as prophecies of the Golden Age to + which youth is ever hurrying in its heart. + </p> + <p> + O'Grady in his stories of the Red Branch rescued from the past what was + contemporary to the best in us today, and he was equal in his gifts as a + writer to the greatest of his bardic predecessors in Ireland. His + sentences are charged with a heroic energy, and, when he is telling a + great tale, their rise and fall is like the flashing and falling of the + bright sword of some great battle, or like the onset and withdrawal of + Atlantic surges. He can at need be beautifully tender and quiet. Who that + has read his tale of the young Finn and the Seven Ancients will forget the + weeping of Finn over the kindness of the famine-stricken old men, and + their wonder at his weeping, and the self-forgetful pathos of their + meditation unconscious that it was their own sacrifice called forth the + tears of Finn. "Youth," they said, "has many sorrows that cold age cannot + comprehend." + </p> + <p> + There are critics repelled by the abounding energy in O'Grady's sentences. + It is easy to point to faults due to excess and abundance, but how rare in + literature is that heroic energy and power. There is something arcane and + elemental in it, a quality that the most careful stylist cannot attain, + however he uses the file, however subtle he is. O'Grady has noticed this + power in the ancient bards and we find it in his own writing. It ran all + through the Bardic History, the Critical and Philosophical History, and + through the political books, The Tory Democracy and All Ireland. There is + this imaginative energy in the tale of Cuculain, in all its episodes, the + slaying of the hound, the capture of the Liath Macha, the hunting of the + enchanted deer, the capture of the Wild swans, the fight at the ford, and + the awakening of the Red Branch. In the later tale of Red Hugh which, he + calls The Flight of the Eagle there is the same quality of power joined + with a shining simplicity in the narrative which rises into a poetic + ecstasy in that wonderful chapter where Red Hugh, escaping from the Pale, + rides through the Mountain Gates of Ulster and sees high above him Sheve + Gullion, a mountain of the Gods, the birth-place of legend "more mythic + than Avernus"; and O'Grady evokes for us and his hero the legendary past + and the great hill seems to be like Mount Sinai, thronged with immortals, + and it lives and speaks to the fugitive boy, "the last great secular + champion of the Gael," and inspires him for the fulfillment of his + destiny. We might say of Red Hugh, and indeed of all O'Grady's heroes, + that they are the spiritual progeny of Cuculain. From Red Hugh down to the + boys who have such enchanting adventures in Lost on Du Corrig and The + Chain of Gold they have all a natural and hardy purity of mind, a + beautiful simplicity of character, and one can imagine them all in an hour + of need, being faithful to any trust like the darling of the Red Branch. + These shining lads never grew up amid books. They are as much children of + nature as the Lucy of Wordsworth's poetry. It might be said of them as the + poet of the Kalevala sang of himself: "Winds and waters my instructors." + </p> + <p> + These were O'Grady's own earliest companions, and no man can find better + comrades than earth, water, air and sun. I imagine O'Grady's own youth was + not so very different from the youth of Red Hugh before his captivity; + that he lived on the wild and rocky western coast, that he rowed in + coracles, explored the caves, spoke much with hardy natural people, + fishermen and workers on the land, primitive folk, simple in speech but + with that fundamental depth men have who are much in nature in + companionship with the elements, the elder brothers of humanity. It must + have been out of such a boyhood and such intimacies with natural and + unsophisticated people that there came to him the understanding of the + heroes of the Red Branch. How pallid, beside the ruddy chivalry who pass, + huge and fleet and bright, through O'Grady's pages, appear Tennyson's + bloodless Knights of the Round Table, fabricated in the study to be read + in the drawing room, as anemic as Burne Jones' lifeless men in armour. The + heroes of ancient Irish legend reincarnated in the mind of a man who could + breathe into them the fire of life, caught from sun and wind, their + ancient deities, and send them forth to the world to do greater deeds, to + act through many men and speak through many voices. What sorcery was in + the Irish mind that it has taken so many years to win but a little + recognition for this splendid spirit; and that others who came after him, + who diluted the pure fiery wine of romance he gave us with literary water, + should be as well known or more widely read. For my own, part I can only + point back to him and say whatever is Irish in me he kindled to life, and + I am humble when I read his epic tale, feeling how much greater a thing it + is for the soul of a writer to have been the habitation of a demi-god than + to have had the subtlest intellections. + </p> + <p> + We praise the man who rushes into a burning mansion and brings out its + greatest treasure. So ought we to praise this man who rescued from the + perishing Gaelic tradition its darling hero and restored him to us, and I + think now that Cuculain will not perish, and he will be invisibly present + at many a council of youth, and he will be the daring which lifts the will + beyond itself and fires it for great causes, and he will be also the + courtesy which shall overcome the enemy that nothing else may overcome. + </p> + <p> + I am sure that Standish O'Grady would rather I should speak of his work + and its bearing on the spiritual life of Ireland, than about himself, and, + because I think so, in this reverie I have followed no set plan but have + let my thoughts run as they will. But I would not have any to think that + this man was only a writer, or that he could have had the heroes of the + past for spiritual companions, without himself being inspired to fight + dragons and wizardry. I have sometimes regretted that contemporary + politics drew O'Grady away from the work he began so greatly. I have said + to myself he might have given us an Oscar, a Diarmuid or a Caolte, an + equal comrade to Cuculain, but he could not, being lit up by the spirit of + his hero, he merely the bard and not the fighter, and no man in Ireland + intervened in the affairs of his country with a superior nobility of aim. + He was the last champion of the Irish aristocracy, and still more the + voice of conscience for them, and he spoke to them of their duty to the + nation as one might imagine some fearless prophet speaking to a council of + degenerate princes. When the aristocracy failed Ireland he bade them + farewell, and wrote the epitaph of their class in words whose scorn we + almost forget because of their sounding melody and beauty. He turned his + mind to the problems of democracy and more especially of those workers who + are trapped in the city, and he pointed out for them the way of escape and + how they might renew life in the green fields close to Earth, their + ancient mother and nurse. He used too exalted a language for those to whom + he spoke to understand, and it might seem that all these vehement appeals + had failed but that we know that what is fine never really fails. When a + man is in advance of his age, a generation, unborn when he speaks, is born + in due time and finds in him its inspiration. O'Grady may have failed in + his appeal to the aristocracy of his own time but he may yet create an + aristocracy of character and intellect in Ireland. The political and + economic writings will remain to uplift and inspire and to remind us that + the man who wrote the stories of heroes had a bravery of his own and a + wisdom of his own. I owe so much to Standish O'Grady that I would like to + leave it on record that it was he made me conscious and proud of my + country, and recalled to my mind, that might have wandered otherwise over + too wide and vague a field of thought, to think of the earth under my feet + and the children of our common mother. There hangs in the Municipal + Gallery of Dublin the portrait of a man with melancholy eyes, and scrawled + on the canvas is the subject of his bitter brooding: "'The Lost Land." I + hope that O'Grady will find before he goes back to Tir na noge that + Ireland has found again through him what seemed lost for ever, the law of + its own being, and its memories which go back to the beginning of the + world. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE DRAMATIC TREATMENT OF LEGEND + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "The Red Branch ought not to be staged.... That + literature ought not to be produced for popular consumption + for the edification of the crowd.... I say to you drop + this thing at your peril.... You may succeed in + degrading Irish ideals, and banishing the soul of the land. + ... Leave the heroic cycles alone, and don't bring them + down to the crowd..." (Standish O'Grady in All Ireland + Review). +</pre> + <p> + Years ago, in the adventurous youth of his mind, Mr. O'Grady found the + Gaelic tradition like a neglected antique dun with the doors barred, and + there was little or no egress. Listening, he heard from within the hum of + an immense chivalry, and he opened the doors and the wild riders went + forth to work their will. Now he would recall them. But it is in vain. The + wild riders have gone forth, and their labors in the human mind are only + beginning. They will do their deeds over again, and now they will act + through many men and speak through many voices. The spirit of Cuculain + will stand at many a lonely place in the heart, and he will win as of old + against multitudes. The children of Turann will start afresh still eager + to take up and renew their cyclic labors, and they will gain, not for + themselves, the Apples of the Tree of Life, and the Spear of the Will, and + the Fleece which is the immortal body. All the heroes and demigods + returning will have a wider field than Erin for their deeds, and they will + not grow weary warning upon things that die but will be fighters in the + spirit against immortal powers, and, as before, the acts will be sometimes + noble and sometimes base. They cannot be stayed from their deeds, for they + are still in the strength of a youth which is ever renewing itself. Not + for all the wrong which may be done should they be restrained. Mr. O'Grady + would now have the tales kept from the crowd to be the poetic luxury of a + few. Yet would we, for all the martyrs who perished in the fires of the + Middle Ages, counsel the placing of the Gospels on the list of books to be + read only by a few esoteric worshippers? + </p> + <p> + The literature which should be unpublished is that which holds the secret + of the magical powers. The legends of Ireland are not of this kind. They + have no special message to the aristocrat more than to the man of the + people. The men who made the literature of Ireland were by no means nobly + born, and it was the bards who placed the heroes, each in his rank, and + crowned them for after ages, and gave them their famous names. They have + placed on the brow of others a crown which belonged to themselves, and all + the heroic literature of the world was made by the sacrifice of the + nameless kings of men who have given a sceptre to others they never + wielded while living, and who bestowed the powers, of beauty and pity on + women who perhaps had never uplifted a heart in their day, and who now + sway us from the grave with a grace only imagined in the dreaming soul of + the poet. Mr. O'Grady has been the bardic champion of the ancient Irish + aristocracy. He has thrown on them the sunrise colors of his own brilliant + spirit, and now would restrain others from the use of their names lest a + new kingship should be established over them, and another law than that of + his own will, lest the poets of the democracy looking back on the heroes + of the past should overcome them with the ideas of a later day, and the + Atticottic nature find a loftier spirit in those who felt the unendurable + pride of the Fianna and rose against it. Well, it is only natural he + should try to protect the children of his thought, but they need no later + word from him. If writers of a less noble mind than his deal with these + things they will not rob his heroes of a single power to uplift or + inspire. In Greece, after Eschylus and his stupendous deities, came + Sophocles, who restrained them with a calm wisdom, and Euripides, who made + them human, but still the mysterious Orphic deities remain and stir us + when reading the earlier page. Mr. O'Grady would not have the Red Branch + cycle cast in dramatic form or given to the people. They are too great to + be staged; and he quotes, mistaking the gigantic for the heroic, a story + of Cuculain reeling round Ireland on his fairy steed the Liath Macha. This + may be phantasy or extravagance, but it is not heroism. Cuculain is often + heroic, but it is a quality of the soul and not of the body; it is shown + by his tears over Ferdiad, in his gentleness to women. A more grandiose + and heroic figure than Cuculain was seen on the Athenian stage; and no one + will say that the Titan Prometheus, chained on the rock in his age-long + suffering for men, is not a nobler figure than Cuculain in any aspect in + which he appears to us in the tales. Divine traditions, the like of which + were listened to with awe by the Athenians, should not be too lofty for + our Christian people, whose morals Mr. O'Grady, here hardly candid, + professes to be anxious about. What is great in literature is a greatness + springing out of the human heart. Though we fall short today of the bodily + stature of the giants of the prime, the spirit still remains and can + express an equal greatness. I can well understand how a man of our own + day, by the enlargement of his spirit, and the passion and sincerity of + his speech, could express the greatness of the past. The drama in its + mystical beginning was the vehicle through which divine ideas, which are + beyond the sphere even of heroic life and passion, were expressed; and if + the later Irish writers fail of such greatness, it is not for that reason + that the soul of Ireland will depart. I can hardly believe Mr. O'Grady to + be serious when he fears that many forbidden subjects will be themes for + dramatic art, that Maeve with her many husbands will walk the stage, and + the lusts of an earlier age be revived to please the lusts of today. The + danger of art is not in its subjects, but in the attitude of the artist's + mind. The nobler influences of art arise, not because heroes are the + theme, but because of noble treatment and the intuition which perceives + the inflexible working out of great moral laws. + </p> + <p> + The abysses of human nature may well be sounded if the plummet be dropped + by a spirit from the heights. The lust which leads on to death may be a + terrible thing to contemplate, but in the event there is consolation; and + the eye of faith can see even in the very exultation of corruption how God + the Regenerator is working His will, leading man onward to his destiny of + inevitable beauty. Mr. O'Grady in his youth had the epic imagination, and + I think few people realize how great and heroic that inspiration was; but + the net that is spread for Leviathan will not capture all the creatures of + the deep, and neither epic nor romance will manifest fully the power of + the mythical ancestors of the modern Gael who now seek incarnation anew in + the minds of their children. Men too often forget, in this age of printed + books, that literature is, after all, only an ineffectual record of + speech. The literary man has gone into strange byways through long + contemplation of books, and he writes with elaboration what could never be + spoken, and he loses that power of the bards on whom tongues of fire had + descended, who were masters of the magic of utterance, whose thoughts were + not meant to be silently absorbed from the lifeless page. For there never + can be, while man lives in a body, a greater means of expression for him + than the voice of man affords, and no instrument of music will ever rival + in power the flowing of the music of the spheres through his lips. In all + its tones, from the chanting of the magi which compelled the elements, to + those gentle voices which guide the dying into peace, there is a power + which will never be stricken from tympan or harp, for in all speech there + is life, and with the greatest speech the deep tones of another Voice may + mingle. Has not the Lord spoken through His prophets? And man, when he has + returned to himself, and to the knowledge of himself, may find a greater + power in his voice than those which he has painfully harnessed to perform + his will, in steamship or railway. It is through drama alone that the + writer can summon, even if vicariously, so great a power to his aid; and + it is possible we yet may hear on the stage, not merely the mimicry of + human speech, but the old forgotten music which was heard in the duns of + great warriors to bow low their faces in their hands. Dear O'Grady, if we + do not succeed it is not for you to blame us, for our aims are at least as + high as your own. + </p> + <p> + 1902 <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE CHARACTER OF HEROIC LITERATURE + </h2> + <p> + Lady Gregory, a fairy godmother, has given to Young Ireland the gift of + her Cuchulain of Muirthemne, which should be henceforward the book of its + dream. I do not doubt but there will be a great change in the next + generation, for the character of many children will have grown to maturity + brooding over the memories of heroes who were themselves half children, + half demigods. Though the hero tales will have their greatest power over + the young, no one mind could measure their depth. They seem simple and + primitive, yet they draw us strangely aside from life, and the emotions + they awaken are not simple but complex. Here are twenty tales, and they + are so alike in imaginative character that they seem all to have poured + from one mind; and to these twenty we could add a hundred others, all + endlessly fertile in difference of incident, but all seeming to own the + same imaginative creator. It was so for many centuries, and then the maker + of the song seems to have grown weary, and distinct voices not overladen + with the tradition of the ages were heard; and today every one wanders in + a path of his own, finding or losing the way, the truth, and the life of + art in the free play of his desires. There was something more to cause + this later period of diverse utterance than the interruption of other + races and the claims of the world upon us. Surely the ancient Egyptian met + in Memphis or Thebes as many strangers as we did, but he wept on through + many dynasties carving the same face of mystery and rarely altering the + peculiar forms which were his inheritance from the craftsmen of a thousand + years before. It was not the introduction of something new, but the loss + of something which finally vexed the calm of the Sphinx and marred the + Phidian beauty which in Greece was a long dream for many generations. It + was not because the Dane or Norman came and dwelt among us that the + signature of the Sidhe was withdrawn from the Gaelic mind. I do not know + how to express this loss otherwise than by saying we appear to have fallen + away from our archetype. We find in all the early stories the presence of + one being who may be the genius of our land if that old idea of race + divinities be a true one. A strange similitude unites all the characters. + We infer an interior identity. The same spirit flashes out in hostile + clans, and then Cuculain kisses Ferdiad. They all confidently appeal to; + it in each other. Maeve flying after the great battle can ask a gift from + her conqueror and obtains it. Fand and Emer dispute who shall make the + last sacrifice of love and give the beloved to a rival. The conflicts seem + half in play or in dream, and we do not know when an awakening of love + will disarm the foes. In spite of the bloodshed the heroes seem like + children who fight steadily through a mock battle, but the night will see + these children at peace, and they will dream with arms around each other + in the same cot. No literature ever had a more beautiful heart of + childhood in it. The bards could hate no one consistently. If they took + away the heroic chivalry from Conchobar in one tale they restored it to + him in another. They have the confident trust—and expectation of + goodness that children have, who may have suffered punishment, but who + come later on and smile on the chastiser. It is this quality which gives + the tales their extraordinary charm. I know no other literature which has + it to the same degree. I do not like to speculate on the absence of this + spirit in our later literature, which was written under other influences. + It cannot be because there was a less spiritual life in the apostles than + in the bards. We cannot compare Cuculain, the most complete ideal of + Gaelic chivalry, with that supreme figure whose coming to the world was + the effacement of whole pantheons of divinities, and yet it is true that + since the thoughts of men were turned from the old ideals our literature + has been filled with a less noble life. I think a due may be found in the + withdrawal of thought from nature, the great mother who, is the giver of + all life, and without whose life ideals become inoperative and listless + dwellers in the heart. The eyes of the ancient Gael were fixed in wonder + on the rocks and hills, and the waste places of the earth were piled with + phantasmal palaces where the Sidhe sat on their thrones. Everywhere there + was life, and as they saw so they felt. To conceive of nature in any way, + as beautiful and living, as friendly or hostile, is to receive from her in + like measure out of her fullness. With whatever face we approach the + mirror a similar face approaches ours. "Let him approach it, saying, 'This + is the Mighty,' he becomes mighty," says an ancient scripture, teaching us + that as our aspiration is so will be our inspiration and power. Out of + this comradeship with earth there came a commingling of natures, and we do + not know when we read who are the Sidhe and who are human. The great + energies are all in the heroes. They bound to themselves, like the + Talkend, the strength of the fire, the brightness of the sun, and the + swiftness of the wind. They seem truly the earth-born. The waves respond + to their deeds; the elemental creatures respond and there are clashing + echoes and allies innumerable, and armies in the air continuing their + battles illimitably beyond: a proud race, who felt with bursting heart the + heavens were watching them, who defied their gods and exiled them to have + free play for their own deeds. A very different humanity indeed from those + who have come to walk the earth with humility, who are afraid of heaven + and its rulers, and whose dread is the greatest of all sins, for in it is + a denial of their own divinity. Surely the sight heroes is more welcome to + the King, in whose heaven are sworded seraphim, than the bowed knees and + the spirits who make themselves as worms in His sight. In the symbolic + expression of our spiritual life the eagle has become a dove brooding + peace. Oh, that it might rebecome the eagle and take to the upper airs! + </p> + <p> + A generosity and greatness of spirit are in the heroes of the Red Branch, + and out of their strength grows a bloom of beauty never fully revealed + until Lady Gregory compiled these tales. As we read our eyes are dazzled + by strange graces of color flowing over the pages: everywhere there is + mystery and magnificence. Procession's pass by in Druid ritual, kings and + queens, and harpers who look like kings. When the wind passes over them + and stirs their garments a sweetness comes over the teller of the tale, + who felt that delight in draperies blown over shapely forms which is the + inspiration of the Winged Victory and many Greek marbles. The bards will + not have the hands of those proud people touch anything which is not + beautiful. "It was a beautiful chessboard they had, all of white bronze, + and the chessmen of gold and silver, and a candlestick of precious stones + lighting it." The wasting of time has spared us a few things to show that + this rare and intricate metal work was not a myth, and we are forced by an + inexorable logic to accept as mainly true the narration of the pride, the + beauty, the generosity, and the large lovable character of the ancient + heroes. We may come to realize that, losing their Druid vision of a more + shining world mingling with this, we have lost the vision of that life + into the likeness of which it is the true labor of the spirit to transform + this life. For the Tirnanoge is that Garden where, in the mind of the + Lord, the flowers and trees blossomed before they grew in the fields, + where man lived in the Golden Age before the outer darkness of the earth + was built and he was outcast from Paradise. There is no true art or + literature which has not some image of the Golden Life lurking within it, + and through the archaic rudeness of these legends the light shines as + sunlight through the hoary branches of ancient oaks. Lady Gregory has done + her work, as compiler with a judgment which could hardly be too much + praised, and she has translated the stories into an idiom which is a + reflection of the original Gaelic and is full of charm. We are indebted to + her for this labor as much as to any of those who sang to sweeten + Ireland's wrong. + </p> + <p> + 1902 <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + A POET OF SHADOWS + </h2> + <p> + When I was asked to write "anything" about Yeats, our Irish poet, my + thoughts were like rambling flocks that have no shepherd, and without + guidance my rambling thoughts have run anywhere. + </p> + <p> + I confess I have feared to enter or linger too long in the many-colored + land of Druid twilights and tunes. A beauty not our own, more perfect than + we can ourselves conceive, is a danger to the imagination. I am too often + tempted to wander with Usheen in Timanoge and to forget my own heart and + its more rarely accorded vision of truth. I know I like my own heart best, + but I never look into the world of my friend without feeling that my + region lies in the temperate zone and is near the Arctic circle; the + flowers grow more rarely and are paler, and the struggle for existence is + keener. Southward and in the warm west are the Happy Isles among the + Shadowy Waters. The pearly phantoms are dancing there with blown hair amid + cloud tail daffodils. They have known nothing but beauty, or at the most a + beautiful unhappiness. Everything there moves in procession or according + to ritual, and the agony of grief, it is felt, must be concealed. There + are no faces blurred with tears there; some traditional gesture signifying + sorrow is all that is allowed. I have looked with longing eyes into this + world. It is Ildathach, the Many-Colored Land, but not the Land of the + Living Heart. That island where the multitudinous beatings of many hearts + became one is yet unvisited; but the isle of our poet is the more + beautiful of all the isles the mystic voyagers have found during the + thousands of years literature has recorded in Ireland. What wonder that + many wish to follow him, and already other voices are singing amid its + twilights. + </p> + <p> + They will make and unmake. They will discover new wonders; and will + perhaps make commonplace some beauty which but for repetition would have + seemed rare. I would that no one but the first discoverer should enter + Ildathach, or at least report of it. No voyage to the new world, however + memorable, will hold us like the voyage of Columbus. I sigh sometimes + thinking on the light dominion dreams have over the heart. We cannot hold + a dream for long, and that early joy of the poet in his new-found world + has passed. It has seemed to him too luxuriant. He seeks for something + more, and has tried to make its tropical tangle orthodox; and the + glimmering waters and winds are no longer beautiful natural presences, but + have become symbolic voices and preach obscurely some doctrine of their + power to quench the light in the soul or to fan it to a brighter flame. + </p> + <p> + I like their old voiceless motion and their natural wandering best, and + would rather roam in the bee-loud glade than under the boughs of beryl and + chrysoberyl, where I am put to school to learn the significance of every + jewel. I like that natural infinity which a prodigal beauty suggests more + than that revealed in esoteric hieroglyphs, even though the writing be in + precious stones. Sometimes I wonder whether that insatiable desire of the + mind for something more than it has yet attained, which blows the perfume + from every flower, and plucks the flower from every tree, and hews down + every tree in the valley until it goes forth gnawing itself in a last + hunger, does not threaten all the cloudy turrets of the Poet's soul. But + whatever end or transformation, or unveiling may happen, that which + creates beauty must have beauty in its essence, and the soul must cast off + many vestures before it comes to itself. We, all of us, poets, artists, + and musicians, who work in shadows, must sometime begin to work in + substance, and why should we grieve if one labor ends and another begins? + I am interested more in life than in the shadows of life, and as Ildathach + grows fainter I await eagerly the revelation of the real nature of one who + has built so many mansions in the heavens. The poet has concealed himself + under the embroidered cloths and has moved in secretness, and only at rare + times, as when he says, "A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of + love," do we find a love which is not the love of the Sidhe; and more + rarely still do recognizable human figures, like the Old Pensioner or Moll + Magee, meet us. All the rest are from another world and are survivals of + the proud and golden races who move with the old stateliness and an added + sorrow for the dark age which breaks in upon their loveliness. They do not + war upon the new age, but build up about themselves in imagination the + ancient beauty, and love with a love a little colored by the passion of + the darkness from which they could not escape. They are the sole + inheritors of many traditions, and have now come to the end of the ways, + and so are unhappy. We know why they are unhappy, but not the cause of a + strange merriment which sometimes they feel, unless it be that beauty + within itself has a joy in its own rhythmic being. They are changing, too, + as the winds and waters have changed. They are not like Usheen, seekers + and romantic wanderers, but have each found some mood in themselves where + all quest ceases; they utter oracles, and even in the swaying of a hand or + the dropping of hair there is less suggestion of individual action than of + a divinity living within them, shaping an elaborate beauty in dream for + his own delight, and for no other end than the delight in his dream. Other + poets have written of Wisdom overshadowing man and speaking through his + lips, or a Will working within the human will, but I think in this poetry + we find for the first time the revelation of the Spirit as the weaver of + beauty. Hence it comes that little hitherto unnoticed motions are adored: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + You need but lift a pearl-pale hand, + And bind up your long hair and sigh; + And all men's hearts must burn and beat. +</pre> + <p> + This woman is less the beloved than the priestess of beauty who reveals + the divinity, not as the inspired prophetesses filled with the Holy Breath + did in the ancient mysteries, but in casual gestures and in a waving of + her white arms, in the stillness of her eyes, in her hair which trembles + like a faery flood of unloosed shadowy light over pale breasts, and in + many glimmering motions so beautiful that it is at once seen whose + footfall it is we hear, and that the place where she stands is holy + ground. This, it seems to me, is what is essential in this poetry, what is + peculiar and individual in it—the revelation of great mysteries in + unnoticed things; and as not a sparrow may fall unconsidered by Him, so + even in the swaying of a human hand His sceptre may have dominion over the + heart and His paradise be entered in the lifting of an eyelid. + </p> + <p> + 1902 <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE BOYHOOD OF A POET + </h2> + <p> + When I was a boy I knew another who has since become famous and who has + now written Reveries over Childhood and Youth. I searched the pages to + meet the boy I knew and could not find him. He has told us what he saw and + what he remembered of others, but from himself he seems to have passed + away and remembers himself not. The boy I knew was darkly beautiful to + look on, fiery yet playful and full of lovely and elfin fancies. He was + swift of response, indeed over-generous to the fancies of others because a + nature so charged with beauty could not but emit beauty at every + challenge. Even so water, however ugly the object we cast upon it, can but + break out in a foam of beauty and a bewilderment of lovely curves. + </p> + <p> + Our fancies were in reality nothing to him but the affinities which by the + slightest similitude evoked out of the infinitely richer being the + prodigality of beautiful images with which it was endowed and made itself + conscious of itself. I have often thought how strange it is that artist + and poet have never yet revealed themselves to us except in verse and + painting, that there was among them no psychologist who could turn back + upon himself to search for the law of his own being, who could tell us how + his brain first became illuminated with images, and who tried to track the + inspiration to its secret fount and the images to their ancestral beauty. + Few of the psychologists who have written about imagination were endowed + with it themselves: and here is a poet, the most imaginative of his + generation, who has written about his youth and has told us only about + external circumstances and nothing about himself, nothing about that + flowering of strange beauty in poetry in him where the Gaelic imagination + that had sunk underground when the Gaelic speech had died, rose up again + transfiguring an alien language until that new poetry became like the + record of another mystic voyager to the Heaven-world of our ancestors. But + poet and artist are rarely self-conscious of the processes of their own + minds. They deliver their message with exultation but they find nothing + worth recording in the descent upon them of the fiery tongues. So our poet + has told us little about himself but much about circumstance, and I recall + in his pages the Dublin of thirty years ago, and note how faithful the + memory of eye and ear are, and how forgetful the heart is of its own + fancies. Is nature behind this distaste for intimate self-analysis in the + poet? Are our own emanations poisonous to us if we do not rapidly clear + ourselves of them? Is it best to forget ourselves and hurry away once the + deed is done or the end is attained to some remoter valley in the Golden + World and look for a new beauty if we would continue to create beauty? + </p> + <p> + I know how readily our poet forgets his own songs. I once quoted to him + some early verses of his own as comment on something he had said. He asked + eagerly "Who wrote that?" and when I said "Do you not remember?" he + petulantly waved the poem aside for he had forsaken his past. Again at a + later period he told me his early verses sometimes aroused him to a frenzy + of dislike. Of the feelings which beset the young poet of genius little or + nothing is revealed in this Reverie. Yet what would we not give for a book + which would tell how beauty beset that youth in his walks about Dublin and + Sligo; how the sensitive response to color, form, music and tradition + began, how he came to recognize the moods which incarnated in him as + immortal moods. Perhaps it is too much to expect from the creative + imagination that it shall also be capable of exact and subtle analysis. In + this work I walk down the streets of Dublin I walked with Yeats over + thirty years ago. I mix with the people who then were living in the city, + O'Leary, Taylor, Dowden, Hughes and the rest; but the poet himself does + not walk with me. It is a new voice speaking of the past of others, + pointing out the doorways entered by dead youth. The new voice has + distinction and dignity of its own, and we are grateful for this history, + others more so than myself, because most of what is written therein I knew + already, and I wanted a secret which is not revealed. I wanted to know + more about the working of the imagination which planted the little + snow-white feet in the sally garden, and which heard the kettle on the hob + sing peace into the breast, and was intimate with twilight and the + creatures that move in the dusk and undergrowths, with weasel, heron, + rabbit, hare, mouse and coney; which plucked the Flower of Immortality in + the Island of Statues and wandered with Usheen in Timanogue. I wanted to + know what all that magic-making meant to the magician, but he has kept his + own secret, and I must be content and grateful to one who has revealed + more of beauty than any other in his time. + </p> + <p> + 1916 <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE POETRY OF JAMES STEPHENS + </h2> + <p> + For a generation the Irish bards have endeavored to live in a palace of + art, in chambers hung with the embroidered cloths and made dim with pale + lights and Druid twilights, and the melodies they most sought for were + half soundless. The art of an early age began softly, to end its songs + with a rhetorical blare of sound. The melodies of the new school began + close to the ear and died away in distances of the soul. Even as the + prophet of old was warned to take off his shoes because the place he stood + on was holy ground, so it seemed for a while in Ireland as if no poet + could be accepted unless he left outside the demesnes of poetry that very + useful animal, the body, and lost all concern about its habits. He could + not enter unless he moved with the light and dreamy foot-fall of spirit. + Mr. Yeats was the chief of this eclectic school, and his poetry at its + best is the most beautiful in Irish literature. But there crowded after + him a whole horde of verse-writers, who seized the most obvious symbols he + used and standardized them, and in their writings one wandered about, + gasping for fresh air land sunlight, for the Celtic soul seemed bound for + ever pale lights of fairyland on the north and by the by the darkness of + forbidden passion on the south, and on the east by the shadowiness of all + things human, and on the west by everything that was infinite, without + form, and void. + </p> + <p> + It was a great relief to me, personally, who had lived in the palace of + Irish art for a time, and had even contributed a little to its dimness, to + hear outside the walls a few years ago a sturdy voice blaspheming against + all the formula, and violating the tenuous atmosphere with its + "Insurrections." There are poets who cannot write with half their being, + and who must write with their whole being, and they bring their poor + relation, the body, with them wherever they go, and are not ashamed of it. + They are not at warfare with the spirit, but have a kind of instinct that + the clan of human powers ought to cling together as one family. With the + best poets of this school, like Shakespeare and Whitman, one rarely can + separate body and soul, for we feel the whole man is speaking. With Keats, + Shelley, Swinburne, and our own Yeats, one feels that they have all sought + shelter from disagreeable actualities in the world of imagination. James + Stephens, as he chanted his Insurrections, sang with his whole being. Let + no one say I am comparing him with Shakespeare. One may say the blackbird + has wings as well as the eagle, without insisting that the bird in the + hedgerows is peer of the winged creature beyond the mountain-tops. But how + refreshing it was to find somebody who was a poet without a formula, who + did not ransack dictionaries for dead words, as Rossetti did to get living + speech, whose natural passions declared themselves without the least idea + that they ought to be ashamed of themselves, or be thrice refined in the + crucible by the careful alchemist before they could appear in the + drawing-room. Nature has an art of its own, and the natural emotions in + their natural and passionate expression have that kind of picturesque + beauty which Marcus Aurelius, tired, perhaps, of the severe orthodoxies of + Greek and Roman art, referred to when he spoke of the foam on the jaws of + the wild boar and the mane of the lion. + </p> + <p> + There were evidences of such an art in Insurrections, the first book of + James Stephens. In the poem called "Fossils," the girl who flies and the + boy who hunts her are followed in flight and pursuit with a swift energy + by the poet, and the lines pant and gasp, and the figures flare up and + down the pages. The energy created a new form in verse, not an orthodox + beauty, which the classic artists would have admitted, but such + picturesque beauty as Marcus Aurelius found in the foam on the jaws of the + wild boar. + </p> + <p> + I always want to find the fundamental emotion out of which a poet writes. + It is easy to do this with some, with writers like Shelley and Wordsworth, + for they talked much of abstract things, and a man never reveals himself + so fully as when he does this, when he tries to interpret nature, when he + has to fill darkness with light, and chaos with meaning. A man may speak + about his own heart and may deceive himself and others, but ask him to + fill empty space with significance, and what he projects on that screen + will be himself, and you can know him even as hereafter he will be known. + When a poet puts his ear to a shell, I know if he listens long enough he + will hear his own destiny. I knew after reading "The Shell" that in James + Stephens we were going to have no singer of the abstract. There was no + human quality or stir in the blind elemental murmur, and the poet drops it + with a sigh of relief: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + O, it was sweet + To hear a cart go jolting down the street. +</pre> + <p> + From the tradition of the world too he breaks away, from the great + murmuring shell which gives back to us our cries and questionings and + protests soothed into soft, easeful things and smooth orthodox + complacencies, for it was shaped by humanity to whisper back to it what it + wished to hear. From all soft, easeful beliefs and silken complacencies + the last Irish poet breaks away in a book of insurrections. He is doubtful + even of love, the greatest orthodoxy of any, which so few have questioned, + which has preceded all religions and will survive them all. When he writes + of love in "The Red-haired Man's Wife" and "The Rebel" he is not sure that + that old intoxication of self-surrender is not a wrong to the soul and a + disloyalty to the highest in us. His "Dancer" revolts from the applauding + crowd. The wind cries out against the inference that the beauty of nature + points inevitably to an equal beauty of spirit within. His enemies revolt + against their hate; his old man against his own grumblings, and the poet + himself rebels against his own revolt in that quaint scrap of verse he + prefixes to the volume: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + What's the use + Of my abuse? + The world will run + Around the sun + As it has done + Since time begun + When I have drifted to the deuce: + And what's the use + Of my abuse? +</pre> + <p> + He does not revolt against the abstract like so many because he is + incapable of thinking. Indeed, he is one of the few Irish poets we have + who is always thinking as he goes along. He does not rebel against love + because he is not himself sweet at heart, for the best thing in the book + is its unfeigned humanity. So we have a personal puzzle to solve with this + perplexing writer which makes us all the more eager to hear him again. A + man might be difficult to understand and the problem of his personality + might not be worth solution, but it is not so with James Stephens. From a + man who can write with such power as he shows in these two stanzas taken + from "The Street behind Yours" we may expect high things. It is a vision + seen with distended imagination as if by some child strayed from light: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + And though 'tis silent, though no sound + Crawls from the darkness thickly spread, + Yet darkness brings + Grim noiseless things + That walk as they were dead, + They glide and peer and steal around + With stealthy silent tread. + + You dare not walk; that awful crew + Might speak or laugh as you pass by. + Might touch or paw + With a formless claw + Or leer from a sodden eye, + Might whisper awful things they knew, + Or wring their hands and cry. +</pre> + <p> + There is nothing more grim and powerful than that in The City of Dreadful + Night. It has all the vaporous horror of a Dore grotesque and will bear + examination better. But our poet does not as a rule write with such + unrelieved gloom. He keeps a stoical cheerfulness, and even when he faces + terrible things we feel encouraged to take his hand and go with him, for + he is master of his own soul, and you cannot get a whimper out of him. He + likes the storm of things, and is out for it. He has a perfect craft in + recording wild natural emotions. The verse in this first book has + occasional faults, but as a rule the lines move, driven by that inner + energy of emotion which will sometimes work more metrical wonders than the + most conscious art. The words hiss at you sometimes, as in "The Dancer," + and again will melt away with the delicacy of fairy bells as in "The + Watcher," or will run like deep river water, as in "The Whisperer," which + in some moods I think is the best poem in the book until I read "Fossils" + or "What Tomas an Buile said in a Pub." They are too long to print, but I + must give myself the pleasure of quoting the beautiful "Slan Leat," with + which he concludes the book, bidding us, not farewell, but to accompany + him on further adventure: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + And now, dear heart, the night is closing in, + The lamps are not yet ready, and the gloom + Of this sad winter evening, and the din + The wind makes in the streets fills all the room. + You have listened to my stories—Seumas Beg + Has finished the adventures of his youth, + And no more hopes to find a buried keg + Stuffed to the lid with silver. He, in truth, + And all alas! grew up: but he has found + The path to truer romance, and with you + May easily seek wonders. We are bound + Out to the storm of things, and all is new. + Give me your hand, so, keeping close to me, + Shut tight your eyes, step forward... where are we? +</pre> + <p> + Our new Irish poet declared he was bound "out to the storm of things," and + we all waited with interest for his next utterance. Would he wear the red + cap as the poet of the social revolution, now long overdue in these + islands, or would he sing the Marsellaise of womanhood, emerging in hordes + from their underground kitchens to make a still greater revolution? He did + neither. He forgot all about the storm of things, and delighted us with + his story of Mary, the charwoman's daughter, a tale of Dublin life, so, + kindly, so humane, so vivid, so wise, so witty, and so true, that it would + not be exaggerating to say that natural humanity in Ireland found its + first worthy chronicler in this tale. + </p> + <p> + We have a second volume of poetry from James Stephens, The Hill of Vision. + He has climbed a hill, indeed, but has found cross roads there leading in + many directions, and seems to be a little perplexed whether the storm of + things was his destiny after all. When one is in a cave there is only one + road which leads out, but when one stands in the sunlight there are + endless roads. We enjoy his perplexity, for he has seated himself by his + cross-roads, and has tried many tunes on his lute, obviously in doubt + which sounds sweetest to his own ear. I am not at all in doubt as to what + is best, and I hope he will go on like Whitman, carrying "the old + delicious burdens, men and women," wherever he goes. For his references to + Deity, Plato undoubtedly would have expelled him from his Republic; and + justly so, for James Stephens treats his god very much as the African + savage treats his fetish. Now it is supplicated, and the next minute the + idol is buffeted for an unanswered prayer or a neglected duty, and then a + little later our Irish African is crooning sweetly with his idol, + arranging its domestic affairs and the marriage of Heaven and Earth. + Sometimes our poet essays the pastoral, and in sheer gaiety: flies like + any bird under the boughs, and up into the sunlight. There are in his + company imps and grotesques, and fauns and satyrs, who come summoned by + his piping. Sometimes, as in "Eve," the poem of the mystery of womanhood, + he is purely beautiful, but I find myself going back to his men and women; + and I hope he will not be angry with me when I say I prefer his tinker + drunken to his Deity sober. None of our Irish poets has found God, at + least a god any but themselves would not be ashamed to acknowledge. But + our poet does know his men and his women. They are not the shadowy, + Whistler-like decorative suggestions of humanity made by our poetic + dramatists. They have entered like living creatures into his mind, and + they break out there in an instant's unforgettable passion or agony, and + the wild words fly up to the poet's brain to match their emotion. I do not + know whether the verses entitled "The Brute" are poetry, but they have an + amazing energy of expression. + </p> + <p> + But our poet can be beautiful when he wills, and sometimes, too, he has + largeness and grandeur of vision and expression. Look at this picture of + the earth, seen from mid-heaven: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + And so he looked to where the earth, asleep, + Rocked with the moon. He saw the whirling sea + Swing round the world in surgent energy, + Tangling the moonlight in its netted foam, + And nearer saw the white and fretted dome + Of the ice-capped pole spin back a larded ray + To whistling stars, bright as a wizard's day, + But these he passed with eyes intently wide, + Till closer still the mountains he espied, + Squatting tremendous on the broad-backed earth, + Each nursing twenty rivers at a birth. +</pre> + <p> + I would like to quote the verses entitled "Shame." Never have I read + anywhere such an anguished cowering before Conscience, a mighty creature + full of eyes within and without, and pointing fingers and asped tongues, + anticipating in secret the blazing condemnation of the world. And there is + "Bessie Bobtail," staggering down the streets with her reiterated, + inarticulate expression of grief, moving like one of those wretched whom + Blake described in a marvelous phrase as "drunken with woe forgotten"; and + there is "Satan," where the reconcilement of light and darkness in the + twilights of time is perfectly and imaginatively expressed. + </p> + <p> + The Hill of Vision is a very unequal book. There are many verses full of + power, which move with the free easy motion of the literary athlete. + Others betray awkwardness, and stumble as if the writer had stepped too + suddenly into the sunlight of his power, and was dazed and bewildered. + There is some diffusion of his faculties in what I feel are byways of his + mind, but the main current of his energies will, I am convinced, urge him + on to his inevitable portrayal of humanity. With writers like Synge and + Stephens the Celtic imagination is leaving its Timanoges, its Ildathachs, + its Many Colored Lands and impersonal moods, and is coming down to earth + intent on vigorous life and individual humanity. I can see that there are + great tales to be told and great songs to be sung, and I watch the doings + of the new-comers with sympathy, all the while feeling I am somewhat + remote from their world, for I belong to an earlier day, and listen to + these robust songs somewhat as a ghost who hears the cock crow, and knows + his hours are over, and he and his tribe must disappear into tradition. + </p> + <p> + 1912 <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + A NOTE ON SEUMAS O'SULLIVAN + </h2> + <p> + As I grow older I get more songless. I am now exiled irrevocably from the + Country of the Young, but I hope I can listen without jealousy and even + with delight to those who still make music in the enchanted land. I often + searched in the "Poet's Corner" of the country papers with a wild surmise + that there, amid reports of Boards of Guardians and Rural Councils, some + poetic young kinsman may be taking council with the stars, watching more + closely the Plough in the furrows of the heavens than the county + instructor at his task of making farmers drive the plough straight in the + fields. I found many years ago in a country paper a local poet making + genuine music. I remember a line: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + And hidden rivers were murmuring in the dark. + + I went on in the strength of this poem through the desert +of country journalism for many years, hoping to find more hidden rivers +of song murmuring in the darkness. It was a patient life of unrequited +toil, and I have returned to civilization to search publishers' lists +for more easily procurable pleasure. A few years ago I mined out of the +still darker region of manuscripts some poetic crystals which I thought +were valuable, and edited New Songs. Nearly all my young singers have +since then taken flight on their own account. Some have volumes in the +booksellers and some in the hands of the printers. But there is one +shy singer of the group of writers in New Songs who might easily get +overlooked because his verse takes little or no thought of the past +or present or future of his country: yet the slim book in which is +collected Seumas O'Sullivan's verses reveals a true poet, and if he is +too shy to claim his country in his verses there is no reason why his +country should not claim him, for he is in his way as Irish as any of +our singers. He is, as Mr. W. B. Yeats was in his earlier days, the +literary successor of those old Gaelic poets who were fastidious in +their verse, who loved little in this world but some chance light in it +which reminded them of fairyland, or who, if they were in love, loved +their mistress less for her own sake than because some turn of her head, +or "a foam-pale breast," carried their impetuous imaginations past her +beauty into memories of Helen of Troy, Deirdre, or some other symbol +of that remote and perfect beauty which, however man desires, he shall +embrace only at the end of time. I think the wives or mistresses of +these old poets must have been very unhappy, for women wish to be loved +for what they know about themselves, and for the tenderness which is in +their hearts, and not because some colored twilight invests them with a +shadowy beauty not their own, and which they know they can never +carry into the light of day. These poets of the transient look and the +evanescent light do not help us to live our daily life, but they do +something which is as necessary. They educate and refine the spirit so +that it shall not come altogether without any understanding of delicate +loveliness into the Kingdom of Heaven, or gaze on Timanoge with the +crude blank misunderstanding of Cockney tourists staring up at the +stupendous dreams pictured on the roof of the Sistine Chapel. These +fastidious scorners of every day and its interests are always looking +through nature for "the herbs before they were in the field and every +flower before it grew," and through women for the Eve who was in the +imagination of the Lord before she was embodied, and we all need this +refining vision more than we know. It may be asked of us hereafter when +we would mount up into the towers of vision, "How can you desire the +beauty you have not seen, who have not sought or loved its shadow in +the world?" and the Gates of Ivory may not swing open at our knock. This +will never be said to Seumas O'Sullivan, who is always waiting on +the transient look and the evanescent light to build up out of their +remembered beauty the Kingdom of his Heaven: + + Round you light tresses, delicate, + Wind blown, wander and climb + Immortal, transitory. +</pre> + <p> + Earth has no steady beauty as the calm-eyed immortals have, but their + image glimmers on the waves of time, and out of what instantly vanishes we + can build up something within us which may yet grow into a calm-eyed + immortality of loveliness, we becoming gradually what we dream of. I have + heard people complain of the frailty of these verses of Seumas O'Sullivan. + They want war songs, plough songs, to nerve the soul to fight or the hand + to do its work. I will never make that complaint. I will only complain if + the strife or the work ever blunt my senses so that I will pass by with an + impatient disdain these delicate snatchings at a beauty which is ever + fleeting. But I would ask him to remember that life never allures us twice + with exactly the same enchantment. Never again will that tress drift like + a woven wind made visible out of Paradise; never again will that lifted + hand, foam-pale, seem like the springing up of beauty in the world; never + a second time will that white brow remind him of the wonderful white + towers of the city of the gods. To seek a second inspiration is to receive + only a second-rate inspiration, and our poet is a little too fond of + lingering in his verse round a few things, a face, the swaying poplars, or + sighing reeds which had once piped an alluring music in his ears, and + which he longs to hear again. He lives not in too frail a world, but in + too narrow a world, and he should adventure out into new worlds in the old + quest. He, has become a master of delicate and musical rhythms. I remember + reading Seumas O'Sulivan's first manuscripts with mingled pleasure and + horror, for his lines often ran anyhow, and scansion seemed to him an + unknown art, but I feel humbly now that he can get a subtle quality into + his music which I could not hope to acquire. I would like him to catch + some new and rare birds with that subtle net of his, and to begin to + invent more beauty of his own and to seek for it less. I believe he has + got it in him to do well, to do better than he has done if he will now try + to use his invention more. The poems with a slight narrative in them, like + "The Portent" or the "Saint Anthony," seem to me the most perfect, and it + is in this direction, I think, he will succeed best. He wants a story to + keep him from beating musical and ineffective wings in the void. I have + not said half what I want to say about Seumas O'Sullivan's verses, but I + know the world will not listen long to the musings of one verse-writer on + another. I only hope this note may send some readers to their bookseller + for Seumas O'Sullivan's poems, and that it may help them to study with + more understanding a mind that I love. + </p> + <p> + 1909 <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ART AND LITERATURE + </h2> + <p> + A LECTURE ON THE ART OF G. F. WATTS + </p> + <p> + After the publication of The Gentle Art of Making Enemies the writer who + ventures to speak of art and literature in the same breath needs some + courage. Since the death of Whistler, his opinions about the independence + of art from the moral ideas with which literature is preoccupied have been + generally accepted in the studios. The artist who is praised by a literary + man would hardly be human if he was not pleased; but he listens with + impatience to any criticism or suggestion about the substance of his art + or the form it should take. I had a friend, an artist of genius, and when + we were both young we argued together about art on equal terms. It had not + then occurred to him that any intelligence I might have displayed in + writing verse did not entitle me to an opinion about modeling; but one day + I found him reading Mr. Whistler's Ten O'clock. The revolt of art against + literature had reached Ireland. After that, while we were still good + friends, he made me feel that I was an outsider, and when I ventured to + plead for a national character in sculpture, his righteous anger—I + might say his ferocity—forced me to talk of something else. + </p> + <p> + I was not convinced he was right, but years after I began to use the brush + a little, and I remember painting a twilight from love of some strange + colors and harmonious lines, and when one of my literary friends found + that its interest depended on color and form, and that the idea in it + could not readily be translated into words, and that it left him wishing + that I would illustrate my poems or something that had a meaning, I veered + round at once and understood Whistler, and how foolish I was to argue with + John Hughes. I joined in the general insurrection of art against the + domination of literature. But being a writer and much concerned with + abstract ideas, I have never had the comfort and happiness of those who + embrace this opinion with their whole being, and when I was asked to + lecture, I thought that as I had no Irish Whistler to fear, I might speak + of art in relation to these universal ideas which artists hold are for + literature and not subject matter for art at all. + </p> + <p> + I must first say it was not my wish to speak. With a world of noble and + immortal forms all about us, it seemed to me as unfitting that words + without art or long labor in their making should be advertised as an + attraction; that any one should be expected to sit here for an hour to + listen to me or another upon a genius which speaks for itself. I was + overruled by Mr. Lane. But it is all wrong, this desire to hear and hold + opinions about art rather than to be moved by the art itself. I know + twenty charlatans who will talk about art, but never lift their eyes to + look at the pictures on the wall. I remember an Irish poet speaking about + art a whole evening in a room hung round with pictures by Constable, + Monet, and others, and he came into that room and went out of it without + looking at those pictures. His interest in art was in the holding of + opinions about it, and in hearing other opinions, which he could again + talk about. I hope I have made some of you feel uncomfortable. This may, + perhaps, seem malicious, but it is necessary to release artists from the + dogmas of critics who are not artists. + </p> + <p> + I would not venture to speak here tonight if I thought that anything I + said could be laid hold of and be turned into a formula, and used + afterwards to torment some unfortunate artist. An artist will take with + readiness advice or criticism from a fellow-artist, so far as his natural + vanity permits; but he writhes under opinions derived from Ruskin or + Tolstoi, the great theorists. You may ask indignantly, Can no one, then, + speak about paintings or statues except painters or modelers? No; no one + would condemn you to such painful silence and self-suppression. Artists + would wish you to talk unceasingly about the emotions their pain of making + pictures arouse in you; but, under lifelong enemies, do not suggest to + artists the theories under which they should paint. That is hitting below + the belt. The poor artist is as God made him; and no one, not even a + Tolstoi, is competent to undertake his re-creation. His fellow-artists + will pass on to him the tradition of using the brush. He may use it well + or ill; but when you ask him to use his art to illustrate literary ideas, + or ethical ideas, you are asking him to become a literary man or a + preacher. The other arts have their obvious limitations. The literary man + does not dare to demand of the musician that he shall be scientific or + moral. The latter is safe in uttering every kind of profanity in sound so + long as it is music. Musicians have their art to themselves. But the + artist is tormented, and asked to reflect the thought of his time. Beauty + is primarily what he is concerned with; and the only moral ideas which he + can impart in a satisfactory way are the moral ideas naturally associated + with beauty in its higher or lower forms. But I think, some of you are + confuting me in your own minds at this moment. You say to yourselves: "But + we have all about us the works of great artists whose inspiration not one + will deny. He used his art to express great ethical ideas. He spoke again + and again about these ideas. He was proud that his art was dedicated to + their expression." I am sorry to say that he did say many things which + would have endeared him to Tolstoi and Ruskin, and for which I respect him + as a man, and which as an artist I deplore. I deplore his speaking of + ethical ideas as the inspiration of his art, because I think they were + only the inspiration of his life; and where he is weakest in his appeal as + an artist is where he summons consciously to his aid ethical ideas which + find their proper expression in religion or literature or life. + </p> + <p> + Watts wished to ennoble art by summoning to its aid the highest + conceptions of literature; but in doing so he seems to me to imply that + art needed such conceptions for its justification, that the pure artist + mind, careless of these ideas, and only careful to make for itself a + beautiful vision of things, was in a lower plane, and had a less spiritual + message. Now that I deny. I deny absolutely that art needs to call to its + aid, in order to justify or ennoble it, any abstract ideas about love or + justice or mercy. + </p> + <p> + It may express none of these ideas, and yet express truths of its own as + high and as essential to the being of man; and it is in spite of himself, + in spite of his theories, that the work of Watts will have an enduring + place in the history of art. You will ask then, "Can art express no moral + ideas? Is it unmoral?" In the definite and restricted sense in which the + words "ethical" and "moral" are generally used, art is, and must by its + nature be unmoral. I do not mean "immoral," and let no one represent me as + saying art must be immoral by its very nature. There are dear newspaper + men to whom it would be a delight to attribute to me such a saying; and + never to let me forget that I said it. When I say that art is essentially + unmoral, I mean that the first impulse to paint comes from something seen, + either beauty of color or form or tone. It may be light which attracts the + artist, or it may be some dimming of natural forms, until they seem to + have more of the loveliness of mind than of nature. But it is the + aesthetic, not the moral or ethical, nature which is stirred. The picture + may afterwards be called "Charity," or "Faith," or "Hope"—and any of + these words may make an apt title. But what looms up before the vision of + the artist first of all is an image, and that is accepted on account of + its fitness for a picture; and an image which was not pictorial would be + rejected at once by any true artist, whether it was an illustration of the + noblest moral conception or not. Whether a picture is moral or immoral + will depend upon the character of the artist, and not upon the subject. A + man will communicate his character in everything he touches. He cannot + escape communicating it. He must be content with that silent witness, and + not try to let the virtues shout out from his pictures. The fact is, art + is essentially a spiritual thing, and its vision is perpetually turned to + Ultimates. It is indefinable as spirit is. It perceives in life and nature + those indefinable relations of one thing to another which to the religious + thinker suggest a master mind in nature—a magician of the beautiful + at work from hour to hour, from moment to moment, in a never-ceasing and + solemn chariot motion in the heavens, in the perpetual and marvelous + breathing forth of winds, in the motion of waters, and in the unending + evolution of gay and delicate forms of leaf and wing. + </p> + <p> + The artist may be no philosopher, no mystic; he may be with or without a + moral sense, he may not believe in more than his eye can see; but in so + far as he can shape clay into beautiful and moving forms he is imitating + Deity; when his eye has caught with delight some subtle relation between + color and color there is mysticism in his vision. I am not concerned here + to prove that there is a spirit in nature or humanity; but for those who + ask from art a serious message, here, I say, is a way of receiving from + art an inspiration the most profound that man can receive. When you ask + from the artist that he should teach you, be careful that you are not + asking him to be obvious, to utter platitudes—that you are not + asking him to debase his art to make things easy for you, who are too + indolent to climb to the mountain, but want it brought to your feet. There + are people who pass by a nocturne by Whistler, a misty twilight by Corot, + and who whisper solemnly before a Noel Paton as if they were in a + Cathedral. Is God, then, only present when His Name is uttered? When we + call a figure Time or Death, does it add dignity to it? What is the real + inspiration we derive from that noble design by Mr. Watts? Not the + comprehension of Time, not the nature of Death, but a revelation human + form can express of the heroic dignity. Is it not more to us to know that + man or woman can look half-divine, that they can wear an aspect such as we + imagine belongs to the immortals, and to feel that if man is made in the + image of his Creator, his Creator is the archetype of no ignoble thing? + There were immortal powers in Watts' mind when those figures surged up in + it; but they were neither Time nor Death. He was rather near to his own + archetype, and in that mood in which Emerson was when he said, "I the + imperfect adore my own perfect." Touch by touch, as the picture was built + up, he was becoming conscious of some interior majesty in his own nature, + and it was for himself more than for us he worked. "The oration is to the + orator," says Whitman, "and comes most back to him." The artist, too, as + he creates a beautiful form outside himself, creates within himself, or + admits to his being a nobler beauty than his eyes have seen. His + inspiration is spiritual in its origin, and there is always in it some + strange story of the glory of the King. + </p> + <p> + With man and his work we must take either a spiritual or a material point + of view. All half-way beliefs are temporary and illogical. I prefer the + spiritual with its admission of incalculable mystery and romance in + nature, where we find the infinite folded in the atom, and feel how in the + unconscious result and labor of man's hand the Eternal is working Its + will. You may say that this belongs more to psychology than to art + criticism, but I am trying to make clear to you and to myself the relation + which the mind which is in literature may rightly bear to the vision which + is art. Are literature and ethics to dictate to Art its subjects? Is it + right to demand that the artist's work shall have an obviously + intelligible message or meaning, which the intellect can abstract from it + and relate to the conduct of life? My belief is that the most literature + can do is to help to interpret art, and that art offers to it, as nature + does, a vision of beauty, but of undefined significance. + </p> + <p> + No one asks or expects the clouds to shape themselves into ethical forms, + or the sun to shine only on the just and not on the unjust also. It is + vain to expect it, but there is something written about the heavens + declaring the beauty of the Creator and the firmament showing His + handiwork. If the artist can bring whatever of that vision has touched him + into his work we should ask no more, and must not expect him to be more + righteously minded than his Creator, or to add a finishing tag of moral to + justify it all, to show that Deity is solemnly minded and no mere idle + trifler with beauty like Whistler. + </p> + <p> + I have stated my belief that art is spiritual, that its genuine + inspirations come from a higher plane of our being than the ethical or + intellectual; and I think wherever literature or ethics have so dominated + the mind of the artist that they change the form of his inspiration, his + art loses its own peculiar power and gains nothing. We have here a picture + of "Love steering the bark of Humanity." I may put it rather crudely when + I say that pictures like this are supposed to exert a power on the man + who, for example, would beat his wife, so that love will be his after + inspiration. Anyhow, ethical pictures are painted with some such intention + belief. Now, art has great influence, but I do not believe this or any + other picture would stop a man beating his wife if he wanted to. Art does + not call sinners to repentance; that is not one of its powers. It fulfils + rather another saying: "Unto them that have much shall be given," bringing + delight to those that are already sensitive to beauty. My own conviction + is that ethical pictures are, if anything, immoral in their influence, as + everything must be that forsakes the law of its own being, and that + pictures like this only add to the vanity of people so righteously minded + as to be aware of their own virtue. We will always have these concessions + to passing phases of thought. We have had requests for the scientific + painter—the man who will paint nature with geological accuracy, and + man in accordance with evolutionary dogmas. He will find his eloquent + literary defenders enchanted to find so much learning to point to in his + work, but it will all pass. The true artist will still be instinctively + spiritual. + </p> + <p> + Now I have used the word "spiritual" so often in connection with art that + you may reasonably ask for some definition of my meaning. I am afraid it + is easier to define spirituality in literature than in art. But a literary + definition may help. Spirituality is the power certain minds have of + apprehending formless spiritual essences, of seeing the eternal in the + transitory, of relating the particular to the universal, the type to the + archetype. + </p> + <p> + While I give this definition, I hope no artist will ever be insane enough + to make it the guiding principle of his art. I shudder to think of any + conscious attempt in a picture to relate the type to the archetype. It is + a philosophical definition, solely intended for the spectator. I wish the + artist only to paint his vision, and whether he paints this, or another + world he imagines, if it is art it will be spiritual. I have given a + definition of spirituality in literature, but how now relate it to art? + How illustrate its presence? When Pater wrote his famous description of + the Mona Lisa, that intense and enigmatic face had evoked a spiritual + mood. When he saw in it the summed-up experience of many generations of + humanity, he felt in the picture that relation of the particular to the + universal I have spoken of. When we find human forms suggesting a + superhuman dignity, as in Watts' figures of Time and Death, or in the + Phidian marbles, the type is there melting into the archetype. When Millet + paints a peasant figure of today with some gesture we imagine the first + Sower must have used, it is the eternal in it which makes the transitory + impressive. But these are obvious instances, you will say, chosen from + artists whose pictures lend themselves to this kind of exposition. What + about the art of the landscape painter? Undeniably a form of art, where is + the spirituality? + </p> + <p> + I am afraid my intellect is not equal to talking up every picture that + might be suggested and using it to illustrate my meaning, though I do not + think I would despair of finally discovering the spiritual element in any + picture I felt was art. However, I will go further. We have all felt some + element of art lacking in the painter who goes to Killarney, Italy, or + Switzerland, and brings us back a faithful representation of undeniably + beautiful places. It is all there—the lofty mountains, the lakes, + the local color; but what enchanted us in nature does not touch us in the + picture. What we want is the spirit of the place evoked in us rather than + the place itself. Art is neither pictured botany or geology. A great + landscape is the expression of a mood of the human mind as definitely as + music or poetry is. The artist is communicating his own emotions. There is + some mystic significance in the color he employs; and then the doorways + are opened, and we pass from sense into soul. We are looking into a soul + when we are looking at a Turner, a Carot, or a Whistler, as surely as when + in dream we find ourselves moving in strange countries which are yet + within us, contained for all their seeming infinitudes in the little + hollow of the brain. All this, I think, is undeniable; but perhaps not + many of you will follow me, though you may understand me, if I go further + and say, that in this, art is unconsciously also reaching out to + archetypes, is lifting itself up to walk in that garden of the divine mind + where, as the first Scripture says, it created "flowers before they were + in the field and every herb before it grew." A man may sit in an armchair + and travel farther than ever Columbus traveled; and no one can say how far + Turner, in his search after light, had not journeyed into the lost Eden, + and he himself may have been there most surely at the last when his + pictures had become a blaze of incoherent light. + </p> + <p> + You may say now that I have objected to literature dominating the arts, + and yet I have drawn from pictures a most complicated theory. I have felt + a little, indeed, as if I was marching through subtleties to the + dismemberment of my mind, but I do not think I have anywhere contradicted + myself or suggested that an artist should work on these speculations. + These may rightly arise in the mind of the onlooker who will regard a work + of art with his whole nature, not merely with the aesthetic sense, and who + will naturally pass from the first delight of vision into a psychological + analysis. A profound nature will always awaken profound reflections. There + are heads by Da Vinci as interesting in their humanity as Hamlet. When we + see eyes that tempt and allure with lips virginal in their purity, we feel + in the face a union of things which the dual nature of man is eternally + desiring. It is the marriage of heaven and hell, the union of spirit and + flesh, each with their uncurbed desires; and what is impossible in life is + in his art, and is one of the secrets of its strange fascination. It may + seem paradoxical to say of Watts—a man of genius, who was always + preaching through his art—that it is very difficult to find what he + really expresses. No one is ever for a moment in doubt about what is + expressed by Rossetti, Turner, Millet, Corot, or many contemporary artists + who never preached at all, but whose mood or vision peculiar to themselves + is easily definable. With Watts the effort at analyses is confused: first + by his own statement about the ethical significance of his works, which I + think misleading, because while we may come away from his pictures with + many feelings of majesty or beauty or mystery, the ethical spirit is not + the predominant one. That rapturous winged spirit which he calls Love + Triumphant might just as easily be called Music or Song, and another + allegory be attached to it without our feeling any more special fitness or + unfitness in the explanation. I see a beautiful exultant figure, but I do + not feel love as the fundamental mood in the painter, as I feel the + religious mood is fundamental in the Angelus of Millet. I do not need to + look for a title to that or for the painting of The Shepherdess to feel + how earth and her children have become one in the vision of the painter; + that the shepherdess is not the subject, nor the sheep, nor the still + evening, but altogether are one mood, one being, in which all things move + in harmony and are guided by the Great Shepherd. Well, I do not feel that + Love; or Charity, or Hope are expressed in this way in Watts, and that the + ethical spirit is not fundamental with him as the religious spirit is with + Millet. He has an intellectual conception of his moral idea, but is not + emotionally obsessed by it, and the basis of a man's art is not to be + found in his intellectual conceptions, which are light things, but in his + character or rather in his temperament. We know, for all the poetical + circumstances of Rossetti's pictures, what desire it is that shines out of + those ardent faces, and how with Leighton "the form alone is eloquent," + and that Tumer's God was light as surely as with any Persian worshipper of + the sun. Here and there they may have been tempted otherwise, but they + never strayed far from their temperamental way of expressing themselves in + art. So that the first thing to be dismissed in trying to understand Watts + is Watts' own view of his art and its inspiration. He is not the first + distinguished man whose intellect has not proved equal to explaining + rightly its sources of power. Our next difficulty in discovering the real + Watts arises because he did not look at nature or life directly. He was + overcome by great traditions. He almost persistently looks at nature + through one or two veils. There is a Phidian veil and a Venetian or rather + an Italian veil, and almost everything in life and nature which could not + be expressed in terms of these traditions he ignored. I might say that no + artist of equal genius ever painted pictures and brought so little fresh + observation into his art except, perhaps, Burne-Jones. Both these artists + seem to have a secret and refined sympathy with Fuseli's famous outburst, + "Damn Nature, she always puts me out!" Even when the sitter came, Watts + seems to have been uneasy unless he could turn him into a Venetian + nobleman or person of the Middle Ages, or could disguise in some way the + fact that Artist and Sitter belonged to the nineteenth century. He does + not seem to be aware that people must breathe even in pictures. His skies + rest solidly on the shoulders of his figures as if they were cut out to + let the figures be inserted. If he were not a man of genius there would + have been an end of him. But he was a man of genius, and we must try to + understand the meaning of his acceptance of tradition. If we understand it + in Watts we will understand a great deal of contemporary art and + literature which is called derivative, art issuing out of art, and + literature out of literature. + </p> + <p> + The fact is that this kind of art in which Watts and Burne-Jones were + pioneers is an art which has not yet come to its culmination or to any + perfect expression of itself. There is a genuinely individual impulse in + it, and it is not derivative merely, although almost every phase of it can + be related to earlier art. It has nothing in common with the so-called + grand school of painting which produced worthless imitations of Michael + Angelo and Raphael. It is feeling out for a new world, and it is trying to + use the older tradition as a bridge. The older art held up a mirror to + natural forms and brought them nearer to man. In the perfect culmination + of this new art one feels how a complete change might take place and + natural forms be used to express an internal nature or the soul of the + artist. Colors and forms, like words after the lapse of centuries, enlarge + their significance. The earliest art was probably simple and literal—there + may have been the outline of a figure filled up with some flat color. Then + as art became more complex, colors began to have an emotional meaning + quite apart from their original relation to an object. The artist begins + unconsciously to relate color more intimately to his own temperament than + to external nature. At last, after the lapse of ages, some sensitive + artist begins to imagine that he has discovered a complete language + capable of expressing any mood of mind. The passing of centuries has + enriched every color, and left it related to some new phase of the soul. + Phidian or Michael Angelesque forms gather their own peculiar associations + of divinity or power. In fact, this new art uses the forms of the old as + symbols or hieroglyphs to express more complicated ideas than the older + artists tried to depict. + </p> + <p> + Watts never attempted, for all his admiration of these men, to follow them + in their efforts to realize perfectly the forms that they conceived. They + had done this once and for all, and repetition may have seemed + unnecessary. But the lofty temper awakened by those stupendous creations + could be aroused by a suggestion of their peculiar characteristics. + Association of ideas will in some subtle way bring us back to the Phidian + demigods when we look at forms and draperies vaguely suggestive of the + Parthenon. I do not say that Watt's did this consciously, but + instinctively he felt compelled, with the gradual development of his own + mind, to use the imaginative traditions created by other artists as a + language through which he might find expression peculiar to himself. It is + a highly intellectual art to which tradition was a necessity, as much as + it is to the poet, who when he speaks of "beauty" draws upon a sentiment + created by millions of long-dead lovers, or who, when he thinks of the + "spirit," is, in his use of the word, the heir of countless generations + who brooded upon the mysteries. + </p> + <p> + Just as in Millet, the painter of peasants, there was a religious spirit + shaping all things into austere and elemental simplicities, so in Watts + there was an intellectual spirit, seeking everywhere for the traces of + mind trying to express the bodiless and abstract. With Whitman he seems to + cry out, "The soul for ever and ever!" It is there in the astonishing head + of Swinburne, whom he reveals, if I may use a vulgar phrase, as a poetic + "bounder," but illuminated and etherealized by genius. It is in the head + of Mill, the very symbol of the moral reasoning—mind. It is in the + face of Tennyson, with its too self-conscious seership, and in all those + vague faces of the imaginative paintings, into which, to use Pater's + phrase, "the soul with all its maladies has passed." In his pictures he + draws on the effects of earlier art, and throws his sitters back until + they seem to belong to some nondescript mediaeval country, like the + Bohemia of the dramatists; and he darkens and shuts out the light of day + that this starlight of soul may be more clearly seen, and destroys, as far + as he can, all traces of the century they live in, for the mind lives in + all the ages, and he would show it as the pilgrim of eternity. Because + Watts' art was necessarily so brooding and meditative, looking at life + with half-closed eyes and then shutting them to be alone with memory and + the interpreter, his painting, so beautiful and full of surety in early + pictures like the Wounded Heron, grows to be often labored and muddy, and + his drawing uncertain. That he could draw and paint with the greatest, he + every now and then gave proof; but the surety of beautiful craftsmanship + deserts those who have not always their eye fixed on an object of vision; + and Watts was not, like Blake or Shelley, one of the proud seers whose + visions are of "forms more real than living man." He seemed to feel what + his effects should be rather than to see them, or else his vision was + fleeting and his art was a laborious brooding to recapture the lost + impression. In his color he always seems to me to be second-hand, as if + the bloom and freshness of his paint had worn off through previous use by + other artists. It seemed to be a necessity of his curiously intellectual + art that only traditional colors and forms should be employed, and it is + only rarely we get the shock of a new creation, and absolutely original + design, as in Orpheus, where the passionate figure turns to hold what is + already a vanishing shadow. + </p> + <p> + Watts' art was an effort to invest his own age, an age of reason, with the + nobilities engendered in an age of faith. At the time Watts was at his + prime his contemporaries were everywhere losing belief in the spiritual + conceptions of earlier periods; they were analyzing everything, and were + deciding that what was really true in religion, what gave it nobility, was + its ethical teaching; retain that, and religion might go, illustrating the + truth of the Chinese philosopher who said: "When the spirit is lost, men + follow after charity and duty to one's neighbors." The unity of belief was + broken up into diverse intellectual conceptions. Men talked about love and + liberty, patriotism, duty, charity, and a whole host of abstractions moral + and intellectual, which they had convinced themselves were the essence of + religion and the real cause of its power over man. Whether Watts lost + faith like his contemporaries I do not know, but their spirit infected his + art. He set himself to paint these abstractions; and because we cannot + imagine these abstractions with a form, we feel something fundamentally + false in this side of his art. He who paints a man, an angelic being, or a + divine being, paints something we feel may have life. But it is impossible + to imagine Time with a body as it is to imagine a painting embodying + Newton's law of gravitation. It is because such abstractions do not + readily take shape that Watts drew so much on the imaginative tradition of + his predecessors. Where these pictures are impressive is where the artist + slipped by his conscious aim, and laid hold of the nobility peculiar to + the men and women he used as symbols. It is not Time or Death which awes + us in Watts' picture, but majestical images of humanity; and Watts is at + his greatest as an inventor when humanity itself most occupies him when he + depicts human life only, and lets it suggest its own natural infinity, as + in those images of the lovers drifting through the Inferno, with whom + every passion is burnt out and exhausted but the love through which they + fell. + </p> + <p> + Life itself is more infinite, noble, and suggestive than thought. We soon + come to the end of the ingenious allegory. It tells only one story but + where there is a perfect image of life there is infinitude and mystery. We + do not tire considering the long ancestry of expression in a face. It may + lead us back through the ages; but we do tire of the art which imprisons + itself within formulae, and says to the spectator: "In this way and in no + other shall you regard what is before you." No man is profound enough to + explain the nature of his own inspiration. Socrates says that the poet + utters many things which are truer than he himself understands. The same + thing applies to many a great artist, who, when he paints tree or field, + or face, or form, finds that there comes on him a mysterious quickening of + his nature, and he paints he knows not what. It is like and unlike what + his eyes have seen. It may be the same field, but we feel there the + presence of the spirit. It may be the same figure, but it is made + transcendental, as when the Word had become flesh and dwelt among us. His + inspiration is akin to that of the prophets of old, whose words rang but + for an instant and were still, yet they created nations whose only + boundaries were the silences where their speech had not been heard. His + majestical figures are prophecies. His ecstatic landscapes bring us nigh + to the beauty which was in Eden. His art is a divine adventure, in which + he, like all of us who are traveling in so many ways, seeks, consciously + or unconsciously, to regain the lost unity with nature and the knowledge + of his own immortal being, and it is so you will best understand it. + </p> + <p> + 1906 <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + AN ARTIST OF GAELIC IRELAND + </h2> + <p> + The art of Hone and the elder Yeats, while in spirit filled with a + sentiment which was the persistence of ancient moods into modern times, + still has not the external characteristics of Gaeldom; but looking at the + pictures of the younger Yeats it seemed to me that for the first time we + had something which could be called altogether Gaelic. The incompleteness + of the sketches suggests the term "folk" as expressing exactly the + inspiration of this very genuine art. We have had abundance of Irish + folk-lore, but we knew nothing of folk-art until the figures of Jack Yeats + first romped into our imagination a few years ago. It was the folk-feeling + lit up by genius and interpreted by love. It was not, and is now less than + ever, the patronage bestowed by the intellectual artist on the evidently + picturesque forms of a life below his own. + </p> + <p> + I suspect Jack Yeats thinks the life of the Sligo fisherman is as good a + method of life as any, and that he could share it for a long time without + being in the least desirous of a return to the comfortable life of + convention. The name of Muglas Hyde suggests itself to me as a literary + parallel. These sketches have all the prodigality of invention, the + exuberance of gesture, and animation of "The Twisting of the Rope," and + the poetry is of as high or higher an order. In the drawing called + "Midsummer Eve" there is a mystery which is not merely the mystery of + night and shadow. It is the mystery of the mingling of spirit with spirit + which is suggested by the solitary figure with face upturned to the stars. + We have all memories of such summer nights when into the charmed heart + falls the enchantment we call ancient, though the days have no fellows, + nor will ever have any, when the earth glows with the dusky hues of rich + pottery, and the stars, far withdrawn into faery altitudes, dance with a + gaiety which is more tremendous and solemn than any repose. The night of + this picture is steeped in such a dream, and I know not whether it is + communicated, or a feeling arising in myself; but there seems everywhere + in it the breathing of life, subtle, exultant, penetrating. It is + conceived in the mood of awe and prayer, which makes Millet's pictures as + religious as any whichever hung over the altar, for surely the "Angelus" + is one of the most spiritual of pictures, though the peasants bow their + heads and worship in a temple not built with hands. I do not, of course, + compare otherwise than in the mood the "Midsummer Eve" to such a + masterpiece; but there is a kinship between the beauty revealed in great + and in little things, and our thought turns from the stars to the flowers + with no feeling of descent into an alien world. But this mood is rare in + life as in art, and it is only occasionally that the younger Yeats becomes + the interpreter of the spirituality of the peasant. He is more often the + recorder of the extravagant energies of the race-course and the + market-place, where he finds herded together all the grotesque humors of + West Irish life. + </p> + <p> + We recognize his figures as distinctly Irish. Here the old rollicking + Lever and Lover type of Irishmen reappear, hunting like the very devil, + with faces set in the last ecstasy of rapid motion. There is an excess of + energy in these furious riders which almost gives them a symbolic + character. They seem to ride on some passionate business of the soul + rather than for any transitory excitement of the body. And besides these + wild horse-men there are quiet and lovely figures like "A Mother of the + Rosses," holding her child to her breast in an opalescent twilight, + through which the boat that carries her moves. There are always large and + noble outlines, which suggest that if Jack Yeats had more grandiose + ambitions he might have been the Millet of Irish rural life, but he is too + much the symbolist, hating all but essentials, to elaborate his art. + </p> + <p> + In writing of Jack Yeats mention must be made of his black and white work, + which at its best has a primitive intensity. The lines have a kind of + Gothic quality, reminding one of the rude glooms, the lights and lines of + some half-barbarian cathedral. They are very expressive and never + undecided. The artist always knows what he is going to do. There is no + doubt he has a clear image before him when he takes up pen or brush. A + strong will is always directing the strong lines, forcing them to repeat + an image present to the inner eye. In his early days Jack Yeats loafed + about the quays at Sligo, and we may be sure he was at all the races, and + paid his penny to go into the side-shows, and see the freaks, the Fat + Woman and the Skeleton Man. It was probably at this period of his life he + was captured by pirates of the Spanish Main. My remembrance of Irish + county towns at that time is that no literature flourished except the + Penny Dreadful and the local press. I may be doing Jack Yeats an injustice + when hailing him at the beginning of a fascinating career I yet suspect a + long background of Penny Dreadfuls behind it. How else could he have drawn + his pirates? They are the only pirates in art who manifest the true pride, + glory, beauty, and terror of their calling as the romantic heart of + childhood conceives of it. The pirate has been lifted up to a strange kind + of poetry in some of Jack Yeats' pictures. I remember one called "Walking + the Plank." The solemn theatrical face, lifted up to the blue sky in a + last farewell to the wild world and its lawless freedom, haunted me for + days. There was also a pen-and-ink drawing I wish I could reproduce here. + A young buccaneer, splendid in evil bravery, leaned across a bar where a + strange, beastly, little, old, withered, rat-like figure was drawing the + drink. The little figure was like a devil with the soul all concentrated + into malice, and the whole picture affected one with terror like a descent + into some ferocious human hell. + </p> + <p> + In all these figures, pirates or peasants, there is an ever present + suggestion of poetry; it is in the skies, or in the distance, or in the + colors; and these people who laugh in the fairs will have after hours as + solemn as the quiet star-gazer in the "Midsummer Eve." This poetry is + evident in the oddest ways, and escapes analysis, so elusive and so + original is it, as in the "Street of Shows." Nothing at first thought + seems more hopelessly remote from poetry than the country circus, with its + lurid posters of the Giant Schoolgirl, the Petrified Man, and the Mermaid, + all in strong sunlight; but the heart carries with it its own mood, and + this flaring scene has undergone some indefinite transformation by the + alchemy of genius, and it assumes the character of a fairy tale or Arabian + Nights Entertainment imagined in the fantastic dreams of childhood. The + sleepy doorkeeper is a goblin or gnome. Perhaps the charm of it all is + that it is so evidently illusion, for when the heart is strong in its own + surety it can look out on the world, and smile on things which would be + unendurable if felt to be permanent, knowing they are only dreams. + </p> + <p> + Many of these sketches have a largeness, almost a nobility, of conception, + which is, I think, a gift from father to son. "After the Harvest's Saved" + is something elemental. The "Post-car" suggests the horses of the sun, or + the stage coach in De Quincey's extraordinary dream, when the opium had + finally rioted in his brain, and transformed his stage-coach into a + chariot carrying news of some everlasting victory. Blake has said + "exuberance is genius," and there is an excess of energy or passion, or a + dilation of the forms, or a peace deeper than mere quietude in the figures + of Mr. Yeats' pictures, which gives them that symbolic character which + genius always impresses on its works. + </p> + <p> + The coloring grows better every year; it is more varied and purer. It is + sometimes sombre, as in the tragic and dramatic "Simon the Cyrenian," and + sometimes rich and flowerlike, but always charged with sentiment, and + there is a curious fitness in it even when it is evidently unreal. These + blues and purples and pale greens—what crowd ever seemed clad in + such twilight colors? And yet we accept it as natural, for this + opalescence is always in the mist-laden air of the West; it enters into + the soul today as it did into the soul of the ancient Gael, who called it + Ildathach—the many-colored land; it becomes part of the atmosphere + of the mind; and I think Mr. Yeats means here to express, by one of the + inventions of genius, that this dim radiant coloring of his figures is the + fitting symbol of the fairyland which is in their hearts. I have not felt + so envious of any artist's gift for a long time; not envy of his power of + expression, but of his way of seeing things. We are all seeking today for + some glimpse of the fairyland our fathers knew; but all the fairylands, + the Silver Cloud World, the Tirnanoge, the Land of Heart's Desire, rose + like dreams out of the human soul, and in tracking them there Mr. Yeats + has been more fortunate than us all, for he has come to the truth, perhaps + hardly conscious of it himself. + </p> + <p> + 1902 <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + TWO IRISH ARTISTS + </h2> + <p> + It is unjust to an artist to write on the spur of the moment of his work—of + the just seen picture which pleases or displeases. For what instantly + delights the eye may never win its way into the heart, and what repels at + first may steal later on into the understanding, and find its + interpretation in a deeper mood. The final test of a picture, or of any + work of art, is its power of enduring charm. There are many circles in the + Paradise of Beautiful Memories, and half unconsciously, but with a + justice, we at last place each in its hierarchy, remote or near to the + centre of our being; and I propose here rather to speak of the impression + left in my memory after seeing the work of Yeats and Hone for many years, + than to describe in detail the pictures—some new, some familiar—which + by a happy thought have been gathered together for exhibition. To tell an + artist that you remember his pictures with love after many years is the + highest praise you can give him; and to distinguish the impression + produced from others is a pleasure I am glad to be here allowed. + </p> + <p> + An artist like Mr. Yeats, whose main work has been in portraiture, must + often find himself before sitters with whom he has little sympathy, and we + all expect to find portraits which do not interest us, because the + interpreter has been at fault, and has failed in his vision. With the born + craftsman, who always gives us beautiful brushwork, we do not expect these + inequalities, but with Mr. Yeats technical power is not the most prominent + characteristic. He broods or dreams over his sitters, and his meditation + always tends to the discovery of some spiritual or intellectual life in + them, or some hidden charm in the nature, or something to love; and if he + finds what he seeks, we are sure, not always of a complete picture, but of + a poetic illumination, a revelation of character, a secret sweetness for + which we forgive the weakness or indecision manifest here and there, and + which are relics of the hours before the final surety was attained. + </p> + <p> + I do not know what Mr. Yeats' philosophy of life is, but in his work he + has been over-mastered by the spirit of his race, and he belongs to those + who from the earliest dawn of Ireland have sought for the Heart's Desire, + and who have refined away the world, until only fragments remained to + them. They have not accepted life as it is, and Mr. Yeats could not paint + like Reynolds or Romney the beauty of every day in its best attire. He is + like the Irish poets who have rarely left a complete description of women, + but who speak of some transitory motion or fragile charm—"a thin + palm like foam of the sea," "a white body," or in such vague phrases, + until it seems a spirit is praised and not flesh and blood. I remember the + faces of women and children in his pictures where everything is blurred or + obscured, save faces which have a nameless charm. They look at you with + long-remembered glances out of the brooding hour of twilight, out of + reverie and dream. It is the hidden heart which looks out, and we love + these women and children for this, for surely the heart's desire is its + own secret. + </p> + <p> + His portraits of men have kindred qualities, and the magnificent picture + of John O'Leary shows him at his best. It is itself a symbol of the + movement of which O'Leary was the last great representative. The stately + patriarchal head of the old chief is the head of the idealist, so sure of + his own truth that he must act, and, if needs be, become the martyr for + his ideal. But the delicate hands are not the hands of an empire-breaker. + This portrait will probably find its last resting-place in the National + Gallery, where, with a curious irony, the Government places the portraits + of the dead rebels who gave its statesmen many an anxious day and many a + nightmare; and so it will go on, perhaps, until the contemplation of these + pictures inspires some boy with an equal or better head and a stronger + hand, and then—. + </p> + <p> + But to return to Mr. Yeats. Some earlier pictures show him attempting to + paint directly the ideal world of romance and poetry; yet interesting as + these are, they do not convey the same impression of mystery as the + pictures of today. Indeed, the light seen behind or through a veil is + always more suggestive than the unveiled light. It may be that the spirit + is a formless breath which pervades form, and it is better revealed as a + light in the eyes, as a brooding expression, than by the choice of ancient + days and other-world subjects, where the shapes can be molded to ideal + forms by the artist's will. However it is, it is certain that Millet, the + realist, is more spiritual than Moreau or Burne-Jones for all their + archaic design; and Mr. Yeats, who, as his King Goll shows, might have + been a great romantic painter, has probably chosen wisely, and has painted + more memorable pictures than if he had gone back to the fairyland of + Celtic mythology. + </p> + <p> + To turn from Yeats to Hone is to turn from the lighted hearth to the + wilderness. Humanity is very far away, or is huddled up under immense + skies, where it seems of less importance than the rocks. The earth on + which men have lived, where the work of their hand is evident, with all + the sentiment of the presence of man, with smoke arising from numberless + homes, is foreign to Mr. Hone. The monsters of the primeval world might + sprawl on the rocks, for all the evidence of lapse of time since their + day, in many of his pictures. He, too, has refined away his world until + only fragments of the earth remain to him where he can dream in; and these + are waste places, where the salt of the sea is in the wind, and the skies + are gray and vapor-laden, or the loneliness of dim twilights are over + level sands. Whatever else he paints is devoid of its proper interest, for + he seems to impose on the cattle in the fields and on the habitable places + a sentiment alien to their nature. He has a mind with but one impressive + mood, and his spirit is never kindled, save in the society where none + intrude; but in his own domain he is a master, and is always sure of + himself and his effect. There is no tentative, undecisive brushwork, such + as we often see in the subtle search for the unrevealed, which makes or + mars Mr. Yeats' work. He is at home in his peculiar world, while the other + is always seeking for it. + </p> + <p> + "A Sunset on Malahide Sands" shows a greater intensity than is usual even + in Mr. Hone's work. There is something thrilling in this twilight + trembling over the deserted world. Philosophies may prove very well in the + lecture-room, says Whitman, and not prove at all under the sky and stars. + Pictures likewise may seem beautiful in a gallery, yet look thin and + unreal where, with a turn of the head, one could look out at the pictures + created hour after hour by the Master of the Beautiful; but there is some + magic in this vision made up of elemental light, darkness, and loneliness, + and we feel awed as if we knew the Spirit was hidden in His works. But + primitive as this peculiar world is, and remote from humanity, it is just + here we find a human revelation; for is not all art a symbol of the + creative mind, and if we were wise enough we would understand that in art + the light on every cloud, and the clear spaces above the cloud, and the + shadows of the earth beneath are made out of the lights, infinitudes, and + shadows of the soul, and are selected from nature because of some + correspondence, unconscious or half felt. But these things belong more to + the psychology of the artist mind than to the appreciation of its work. I + have said enough, I hope, to attract to the work of these artists, in a + mood of true understanding, those who would like to believe in the + existence in Ireland of a genuine art. For ignored and uncared for as art + is, we have some names to be proud of, and of these Mr. Yeats and Mr. Hone + are foremost. + </p> + <p> + 1902 <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + "ULSTER" + </h2> + <p> + AN OPEN LETTER TO MR. RUDYARD KIPLING + </p> + <p> + I Speak to you, brother, because you have spoken to me, or rather you have + spoken for me. I am a native of Ulster. So far back as I can trace the + faith of my forefathers they held the faith for whose free observance you + are afraid. + </p> + <p> + I call you brother, for so far as I am known beyond the circle of my + personal friends it is as a poet. We are not a numerous tribe, but the + world has held us in honor, because on the whole in poetry is found the + highest and sincerest utterance of man's spirit. In this manner of + speaking if a man is not sincere his speech betrayeth him, for all true + poetry was written on the Mount of Transfiguration, and there is + revelation in it and the mingling of heaven and earth. I am jealous of the + honor of poetry, and I am jealous of the good name of my country, and I am + impelled by both emotions to speak to you. + </p> + <p> + You have blood of our race in you, and you may, perhaps, have some + knowledge of Irish sentiment. You have offended against one of our noblest + literary traditions in the manner in which you have published your + thoughts. You begin by quoting Scripture. You preface your verses on + Ulster by words from the mysterious oracles of humanity as if you had been + inflamed and inspired by the prophet of God; and you go on to sing of + faith in peril and patriotism betrayed and the danger of death and + oppression by those who do murder by night, which things, if one truly + feels, he speaks of without consideration of commerce or what it shall + profit him to speak. But you, brother, have withheld your fears for your + country and mine until they could yield you a profit in two continents. + After all this high speech about the Lord and the hour of national + darkness it shocks me to find this following your verses: "Copyrighted in + the United States of America by Rudyard Kipling." You are not in want. You + are the most successful man of letters of your time, and yet you are not + above making profit out of the perils of your country. You ape the lordly + speech of the prophets, and you conclude by warning everybody not to + reprint your words at their peril. In Ireland every poet we honor has + dedicated his genius to his country without gain, and has given without + stint, without any niggardly withholding of his gift when his nation was + dark and evil days. Not one of our writers, when deeply moved about + Ireland, has tried to sell the gift of the spirit. You, brother, hurt me + when you declare your principles, and declare a dividend to yourself out + of your patriotism openly and at the same time. + </p> + <p> + I would not reason with you, but that I know there is something truly + great and noble in you, and there have been hours when the immortal in you + secured your immortality in literature, when you ceased to see life with + that hard cinematograph eye of yours, and saw with the eyes of the spirit, + and power and tenderness and insight were mixed in magical tales. But you + were far from the innermost when you wrote of my countrymen us you did. + </p> + <p> + I have lived all my life in Ireland, holding a different faith from that + held by the majority. I know Ireland as few Irishmen know it, county by + county, for I traveled all over Ireland for years, and, Ulster man as I + am, and proud of the Ulster people, I resent the crowning of Ulster with + all the virtues and the dismissal of other Irishmen as thieves and + robbers. I resent the cruelty with which you, a stranger, speak of the + lovable and kindly people I know. + </p> + <p> + You are not even accurate in your history when you speak of Ulster's + traditions and the blood our forefathers spilt. Over a century ago Ulster + was the strong and fast place of rebellion, and it was in Ulster that the + Volunteers stood beside their cannon and wrung the gift of political + freedom for the Irish Parliament. You are blundering in your blame. You + speak of Irish greed in I know not what connection, unless you speak of + the war waged over the land; and yet you ought to know that both parties + in England have by Act after Act confessed the absolute justice and + rightness of that agitation, Unionist no less than Liberal, and both boast + of their share in answering the Irish appeal. They are both proud today of + what they did. They made inquiry into wrong and redressed it. But you, it + seems, can only feel sore and angry that intolerable conditions imposed by + your laws were not borne in patience and silence. For what party do you + speak? What political ideal inspires you? When an Irishman has a grievance + you smite him. How differently would you have written of Runnymede and the + valiant men who rebelled when oppressed. You would have made heroes out of + them. Have you no soul left, after admiring the rebels in your own + history, to sympathize with other rebels suffering deeper wrongs? Can you + not see deeper into the motives for rebellion than the hireling reporter + who is sent to make up a case for the paper of a party? The best men in + Ulster, the best Unionists in Ireland will not be grateful to you for + libeling their countrymen in your verse. For, let the truth be known, the + mass of Irish Unionists are much more in love with Ireland than with + England. They think Irish Nationalists are mistaken, and they fight with + them and use hard words, and all the time they believe Irishmen of any + party are better in the sight of God than Englishmen. They think Ireland + is the best country in the world to live in, and they hate to hear Irish + people spoken of as murderers and greedy scoundrels. Murderers! Why, there + is more murder done in any four English shires in a year than in the whole + of the four provinces of Ireland! Greedy! The nation never accepted a + bribe, or took it as an equivalent or payment for an ideal, and what bribe + would not have been offered to Ireland if it had been willing to forswear + its traditions. + </p> + <p> + I am a person whose whole being goes into a blaze at the thought of + oppression of faith, and yet I think my Catholic countrymen more tolerant + than those who hold the faith I was born in. I am a heretic judged by + their standards, a heretic who has written and made public his heresies, + and I have never suffered in friendship or found my heresies an obstacle + in life. I set my knowledge, the knowledge of a lifetime, against your + ignorance, and I say you have used your genius to do Ireland and its + people a wrong. You have intervened in a quarrel of which you do not know + the merits like any brawling bully, who passes, and only takes sides to + use his strength. If there was a high court of poetry, and those in power + jealous of the noble name of poet, and that none should use it save those + who were truly Knights of the Holy Ghost, they would hack the golden spurs + from your heels and turn you out of the Court. You had the ear of the + world and you poisoned it with prejudice and ignorance. You had the power + of song, and you have always used it on behalf of the strong against the + weak. You have smitten with all your might at creatures who are frail on + earth but mighty in the heavens, at generosity, at truth, at justice, and + heaven has withheld vision and power and beauty from you, for this your + verse is but a shallow newspaper article made to rhyme. Truly ought the + golden spurs to be hacked from your heels and you be thrust out of the + Court. + </p> + <p> + 1912 <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IDEALS OF THE NEW RURAL SOCIETY + </h2> + <p> + For a country where political agitations follow each other as rapidly as + plagues in an Eastern city, it is curious how little constructive thought + we can show on the ideals of a rural civilization. But economic peace + ought surely to have its victories to show as well as political war. I + would a thousand times rather dwell on what men and women working together + may do than on what may result from majorities at Westminster. The beauty + of great civilizations has been built up far more by the people working + together than by any corporate action of the State. In these socialistic + days we grow pessimistic about our own efforts and optimistic about the + working of the legislature. I think we do right to expect great things + from the State, but we ought to expect still greater things from + ourselves. We ought to know full well that, if the State did twice as much + as it does, we shall never rise out of mediocrity among the nations unless + we have unlimited faith in the power of our personal efforts to raise and + transform Ireland, and unless we translate the faith into works. The State + can give a man an economic holding, but only the man himself can make it + into Earthly Paradise, and it is a dull business, unworthy of a being made + in the image of God, to grind away at work without some noble end to be + served, some glowing ideal to be attained. + </p> + <p> + Ireland is a horribly melancholy and cynical country. Our literary men and + poets, who ought to give us courage, have taken to writing about the Irish + as people who "went forth to battle, but always fell," sentimentalizing + over incompetence instead of invigorating us and liberating us and + directing our energies. We have developed a new and clever school of Irish + dramatists who say they are holding up the mirror to Irish peasant nature, + but they reflect nothing but decadence. They delight in the broken lights + of insanity, the ruffian who beats his wife, the weakling who is + unfortunate in love and who goes and drinks himself to death, while the + little decaying country towns are seized on with avidity and exhibited on + the stage in every kind of decay and human futility and meanness. Well, it + is good to be chastened in spirit, but it is a thousand times better to be + invigorated in spirit. To be positive is always better than to be + negative. These writers understand and sympathize with Ireland more + through their lower nature than their higher nature. Judging by the things + people write in Ireland, and by what they go to see performed on the + stage, it is more pleasing to them to see enacted characters they know are + meaner than themselves than to see characters which they know are nobler + than themselves. + </p> + <p> + All this is helping on our national pessimism and self-mistrust. It helps + to fix these features permanently in our national character, which were + excusable enough as temporary moods after defeat. The younger generation + should hear nothing about failures. It should not be hypnotized into + self-contempt. Our energies in Ireland are sapped by a cynical + self-mistrust which is spread everywhere through society. It is natural + enough that the elder generation, who were promised so many millenniums, + but who actually saw four million people deducted from the population, + should be cynical. But it is not right they should give only to the + younger generation the heritage of their disappointments without any + heritage of hope. From early childhood parents and friends are hypnotizing + the child into beliefs and unbeliefs, and too often they are exiling all + nobility out of life, all confidence, all trust, all hope; they are + insinuating a mean self-seeking, a self-mistrust, a vulgar spirit which + laughs at every high ideal, until at last the hypnotized child is blinded + to the presence of any beauty or nobility in life. No country can ever + hope to rise beyond a vulgar mediocrity where there is not unbounded + confidence in what its humanity can do. The self-confident American will + make a great civilization yet, because he believes with all his heart and + soul in the future of his country and in the powers of the American + people. What Whitman called their "barbaric yawp" may yet turn into the + lordliest speech and thought, but without self-confidence a race will go + no whither. If Irish people do not believe they can equal or surpass the + stature of any humanity which has been upon the globe, then they had + better all emigrate and become servants to some superior race, and leave + Ireland to new settlers who may come here with the same high hopes as the + Pilgrim Fathers had when they went to America. + </p> + <p> + We must go on imagining better than the best we know. Even in their ruins + now, Greece and Italy seem noble and beautiful with broken pillars and + temples made in their day of glory. But before ever there was a white + marble temple shining on a hill it shone with a more brilliant beauty in + the mind of some artist who designed it. Do many people know how that + marvelous Greek civilization spread along the shores of the Mediterranean? + Little nations owning hardly more land than would make up an Irish barony + sent out colony after colony. The seed of beautiful life they sowed grew + and blossomed out into great cities and half-divine civilizations. Italy + had a later blossoming of beauty in the Middle Ages, and travelers today + go into little Italian towns and find them filled with masterpieces of + painting and architecture and sculpture, witnesses of a time when nations + no larger than an Irish county rolled their thoughts up to Heaven and + miked their imagination with the angels. Can we be contented in Ireland + with the mean streets of our country towns and the sordid heaps of our + villages dominated in their economics by the vendors of alcohol, and + inspired as to their ideals by the vendors of political animosities? + </p> + <p> + I would not mind people fighting in a passion to get rid of all that + barred some lordly scheme of life, but quarrels over political bones from + which there is little or nothing wholesome to be picked only disgust. + People tell me that the countryside must always be stupid and backward, + and I get angry, as if it were said that only townspeople had immortal + souls, and it was only in the city that the flame of divinity breathed + into the first men had any unobscured glow. The countryside in Ireland + could blossom into as much beauty as the hillsides in mediaeval Italy if + we could but get rid of our self-mistrust. We have all that any race ever + had to inspire them, the heavens overhead, the earth underneath, and the + breath of life in our nostrils. I would like to exile the man who would + set limits to what we can do, who would take the crown and sceptre from + the human will and say, marking out some petty enterprise as the limit—"Thus + far can we go and no farther, and here shall our life be stayed." + Therefore I hate to hear of stagnant societies who think because they have + made butter well that they have crowned their parochial generation with a + halo of glory, and can rest content with the fame of it all, listening to + the whirr of the steam separators and pouching in peace of mind the extra + penny a gallon for their milk. And I dislike the little groups who meet a + couple of times a year and call themselves co-operators because they have + got their fertilizers more cheaply, and have done nothing else. Why, the + village gombeen man has done more than that! He has at least brought most + of the necessaries of life there by his activities; and I say if we + co-operators do not aim at doing more than the Irish Scribes and Pharisees + we shall have little to be proud of. A poet, interpreting the words of + Christ to His followers, who had scorned the followers of the old order, + made Him say: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Scorn ye their hopes, their tears, their inward prayers? + I say unto you, see that your souls live + A deeper life than theirs. +</pre> + <p> + The co-operative movement is delivering over the shaping of the rural life + of Ireland, and the building up of its rural civilization, into the hands + of Irish farmers. The old order of things has left Ireland unlovely. But + if we do not passionately strive to build it better, better for the men, + for the women, for the children, of what worth are we? We continually come + across the phrase "the dull Saxon" in our Irish papers, it crops up in the + speeches of our public orators, but it was an English poet who said: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + I will not cease from mental fight, + Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand + Till we have built Jerusalem + In England's green and pleasant land. +</pre> + <p> + And it was the last great, poet England has produced, who had so much hope + for humanity in his country that in his latest song he could mix earth + with heaven, and say that to human eyes: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Shall shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder + Hung betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross. +</pre> + <p> + Shall we think more meanly of the future of Ireland than these "dull + Saxons" think of the future of their island? Shall we be content with + humble crumbs fallen from the table of life, and sit like beggars waiting + only for what the commonwealth can do for us, leaving all high hopes and + aims to our rulers, whether they be English or Irish? Every people get the + kind of Government they deserve. A nation can exhibit no greater political + wisdom in the mass than it generates in its units. It is the pregnant + idealism of the multitude which gives power to the makers of great + nations, otherwise the prophets of civilization are helpless as preachers + in the desert and solitary places. So I have always preached self-help + above all other kinds of help, knowing that if we strove passionately + after this righteousness all other kinds of help would be at our service. + So, too, I would brush aside the officious interferer in co-operative + affairs, who would offer on behalf of the State to do for us what we + should, and could, do far better ourselves. We can build up a rural + civilization in Ireland, shaping it to our hearts' desires, warming it + with life, but our rulers and officials can never be warmer than a + stepfather, and have no "large, divine, and comfortable words" for us; + they tinker at the body when it is the soul which requires to be healed + and made whole. The soul of Ireland has to be kindled, and it can be + kindled only by the thought of great deeds and not by the hope of petty + parsimonies or petty gains. + </p> + <p> + Now, great deeds are never done vicariously. They are done directly and + personally. No country has grown to greatness mainly by the acts of some + great ruler, but by the aggregate activities of all its people. Therefore, + every Irish community should make its own ideals and should work for them. + As great work can be done in a parish as in the legislative assemblies + with a nation at gaze. Do people say: "It is easier to work well with a + nation at gaze?" I answer that true greatness becomes the North Pole of + humanity, and when it appears all the needles of Being point to it. You of + the young generation, who have not yet lost the generous ardour of youth, + believe it is as possible to do great work and make noble sacrifices, and + to roll the acceptable smoke of offering to Heaven by your work in an + Irish parish, as in any city in the world. Like the Greek architects—who + saw in their dreams hills crowned with white marble pillared palaces and + images of beauty, until these rose up in actuality—so should you, + not forgetting national ideals, still most of all set before yourselves + the ideal of your own neighborhood. How can you speak of working for all + Ireland, which you have not seen, if you do not labor and dream for the + Ireland before your eyes, which you see as you look out of your own door + in the morning, and on which you walk up and down through the day? + </p> + <p> + "What dream shall we dream or what labor shall we undertake?" you may ask, + and it is right that those who exhort should be asked in what manner and + how precisely they would have the listener act or think. I answer: the + first thing to do is to create and realize the feeling for the community, + and break up the evil and petty isolation of man from man. This can be + done by every kind of co-operative effort where combined action is better + than individual action. The parish cannot take care of the child as well + as the parents, but you will find in most of the labors of life combined + action is more fruitful than individual action. Some of you have found + this out in many branches of agriculture, of which your dairying, + agricultural, credit, poultry, and flax societies are witness. Some of you + have combined to manufacture; some to buy in common, some to sell in + common. Some of you have the common ownership of thousands of pounds' + worth of expensive machinery. Some of you have carried the idea of + co-operation for economic ends farther, and have used the power which + combination gives you to erect village halls and to have libraries of + books, the windows through which the life and wonder and power of humanity + can be seen. Some of you have light-heartedly, in the growing sympathy of + unity, revived the dances and songs and sports which are the right + relaxation of labor. Some Irishwomen here and there have heard beyond the + four walls in which so much of their lives are spent the music of a new + day, and have started out to help and inspire the men and be good comrades + to them; and calling themselves United Irish-women, they have joined, as + men have joined, to help their sisters who are in economic servitude, or + who suffer from the ignorance and indifference to their special needs in + life which pervade the administration of local government. We cannot build + up a rural civilization in Ireland without the aid of Irish women. It will + help life little if we have methods of the twentieth century in the + fields, and those of the fifth century in the home. A great writer said: + "Woman is the last thing man will civilize." If a woman had written on + that subject she would have said: "Woman is the last thing a man thinks + about when he is building up his empires." It is true that the + consciousness of woman has been always centered too close to the dark and + obscure roots of the Tree of Life, while men have branched out more to the + sun an wind, and today the starved soul of womanhood is crying out over + the world for an intellectual life and for more chance of earning a + living. If Ireland will not listen to this cry, its daughters will go on + slipping silently away to other countries, as they have been doing—all + the best of them, all the bravest, all those most mentally alive, all + those who would have made the best wives and the best mothers—and + they will leave at home the timid, the stupid and the dull to help in the + deterioration of the race and to breed sons as sluggish as themselves. In + the New World women have taken an important part in the work of the + National Grange, the greatest agency in bettering the economic and social + conditions of the agricultural population in the States. In Ireland the + women must be welcomed into the work of building up a rural civilization, + and be aided by men in the promotion of those industries with which women + have been immemorially associated. We should not want to see women + separated from the activities and ideals and inspirations of men. We + should want to see them working together and in harmony. If the women + carry on their work in connection with the associations by which men earn + their living they will have a greater certainty of permanence. I have seen + too many little industries and little associations of women workers spring + up and perish in Ireland, which depended on the efforts of some one person + who had not drunk of the elixir of immortal youth, and could not always + continue the work she started; and I have come to the conclusion that the + women's organizations must be connected with the men's organizations, must + use their premises, village halls, and rooms for women's meetings. I do + not believe women's work can be promoted so well in any other way. Men and + women have been companions in the world from the dawn of time. I do not + know where they are journeying to, but I believe they will never get to + the Delectable City if they journey apart from each other, and do not + share each other's burdens. + </p> + <p> + Working so, we create the conditions in which the spirit of the community + grows strong. We create the true communal idea, which the Socialists miss + in their dream of a vast amalgamation of whole nationalities in one great + commercial undertaking. The true idea of the clan or commune or tribe is + to have in it as many people as will give it strength and importance, and + so few people that a personal tie may be established between them. + Humanity has always grouped itself instinctively in this way. It did so in + the ancient clans and rural communes, and it does so in the parishes and + co-operative associations. If they were larger they would lose the sense + of unity. If they were smaller they would be too feeble for effectual + work, and could not take over the affairs of their district. A rural + commune or co-operative community ought to have, to a large extent, the + character of a nation. It should manufacture for its members all things + which it profitably can manufacture for them, employing its own workmen, + carpenters, bootmakers, makers and menders of farming equipment, saddlery, + harness, etc. It should aim at feeding its members and their families + cheaply and well, as far as possible, out of the meat and grain produced + in the district. It should have a mill to grind their grain, a creamery to + manufacture their butter; or where certain enterprises like a bacon + factory are too great for it, it should unite with other co-operative + communities to furnish out such an enterprise. It should sell for the + members their produce, and buy for them their requirements, and hold for + them labor-saving machinery. It should put aside a certain portion of its + profits every year for the creation of halls, libraries, places for + recreation and games, and it should pursue this plan steadily with the + purpose of giving its members every social and educational advantage which + the civilization of their time affords. It should have its councils or + village parliaments, where improvements and new ventures could be + discussed. Such a community would soon generate a passionate devotion to + its own ideals and interests among the members, who would feel how their + fortunes rose with the fortunes of the associations of which they were all + members. It would kindle and quicken the intellect of every person in the + community. It would create the atmosphere in which national genius would + emerge and find opportunities for its activity. The clan ought to be the + antechamber of the nation and the training ground for its statesmen. What + opportunity leadership in the councils of such a rural community would + give to the best minds! The man of social genius at present finds an + unorganized community, and he does not know how to affect his + fellow-citizens. A man might easily despair of affecting the destinies of + a nation of forty million people, but yet start with eagerness to build up + a kingdom of the size of Sligo, and shape it nearer to the heart's desire. + The organization of the rural population of Ireland in co-operative + associations will provide the instrument ready to the hand of the social + reformer. + </p> + <p> + Some associations will be more dowered with ability than others, but one + will learn from another, and a vast network of living, progressive + organizations will cover rural Ireland, democratic in constitution and + governed by the aristocracy of intellect and character. + </p> + <p> + Such associations would have great economic advantages in that they would + be self-reliant and self-contained, and would be less subject to + fluctuation in their prosperity brought about by national disasters and + commercial crises than the present unorganized rural communities are. They + would have all their business under local control; and, aiming at feeding, + clothing, and manufacturing locally from local resources as far as + possible, the slumps in foreign trade, the shortage in supplies, the + dislocations of commerce would affect them but little. They would make the + community wealthier. Every step towards this organization already taken in + Ireland has brought with it increased prosperity, and the towns benefit by + increased purchasing power on the part of these rural associations. New + arts and industries would spring up under the aegis of the local + associations. Here we should find the weaving of rugs, there the + manufacture of toys, elsewhere the women would be engaged in embroidery or + lace-making, and, perhaps, everywhere we might get a revival of the old + local industry of weaving homespuns. We are dreaming of nothing + impossible, nothing which has not been done somewhere already, nothing + which we could not do here in Ireland. True, it cannot be done all at + once, but if we get the idea clearly in our minds of the building up of a + rural civilization in Ireland, we can labor at it with the grand + persistence of medieval burghers in their little towns, where one + generation laid down the foundations of a great cathedral, and saw only in + hope and faith the gorgeous glooms over altar and sanctuary, and the blaze + and flame of stained glass, where apostles, prophets, and angelic + presences were pictured in fire: and the next generation raised high the + walls, and only the third generation saw the realization of what their + grandsires had dreamed. We in Ireland should not live only from day to + day, for the day only, like the beasts in the field, but should think of + where all this long cavalcade of the Gael is tending, and how and in what + manner their tents will be pitched in the evening of their generation. A + national purpose is the most unconquerable and victorious of all things on + earth. It can raise up Babylons from the sands of the desert, and make + imperial civilizations spring from out a score of huts, and after it has + wrought its will it can leave monuments that seem as everlasting a portion + of nature as the rocks. The Pyramids and the Sphinx in the sands of Egypt + have seemed to humanity for centuries as much a portion of nature as + Erigal, or Benbulben, or Slieve Gullion have seemed a portion of nature to + our eyes in Ireland. + </p> + <p> + We must have some purpose or plan in building up an Irish civilization. No + artist takes up his paints and brushes and begins to work on his canvas + without a clear idea burning in his brain of what he has to do, else were + his work all smudges. Does anyone think that out of all these little + cabins and farmhouses dotting the green of Ireland there will come + harmonious effort to a common end without organization and set purpose? + The idea and plan of a great rural civilization must shine like a burning + lamp in the imagination of the youth of Ireland, or we shall only be at + cross-purposes and end in little fatuities. We are very fond in Ireland of + talking of Ireland a nation. The word "nation" has a kind of satisfying + sound, but I am afraid it is an empty word with no rich significance to + most who use it. The word "laboratory" has as fine a sound, but only the + practical scientist has a true conception of what may take place there, + what roar of strange forces, what mingling of subtle elements, what + mystery and magnificence in atomic life. The word without the idea is like + the purse without the coin, the skull without the soul, or any other sham + or empty deceit. Nations are not built up by the repetition of words, but + by the organizing of intellectual forces. If any of my readers would like + to know what kind of thought goes to the building up of a great nation, + let him read the life of Alexander Hamilton by Oliver. To that + extraordinary man the United States owe their constitution, almost their + existence. To him, far more than to Washington, the idea, plan, shape of + all that marvelous dominion owes its origin and character. He seemed to + hold in his brain, while America was yet a group of half-barbaric + settlements, the idea of what it might become. He laid down the plans, the + constitution, the foreign policy, the trade policy, the relation of State + to State, and it is only within the last few years almost, that America + has realized that she had in Hamilton a supreme political and social + intelligence, the true fountain-head of what she has since become. + </p> + <p> + We have not half a continent to deal with, but size matters nothing. The + Russian Empire, which covers half Europe, and stretches over the Ural + Mountains to the Pacific, would weigh light as a feather in the balance if + we compare its services to humanity with those of the little State of + Attica, which was no larger than Tipperary. Every State which has come to + command the admiration of the world has had clearly conceived ideals which + it realized before it went the way which all empires, even the greatest, + must go; becoming finally a legend, a fable, or a symbol. We have to lay + down the foundations of a new social order in Ireland, and, if the + possibilities of it are realized, our thousand years of sorrow and + darkness may be followed by as long a cycle of happy effort and + ever-growing prosperity. We shall want all these plans whether we are + ruled from Westminster or College Green. Without an imaginative conception + of what kind of civilization we wish to create, the best government from + either quarter will never avail to lift us beyond national mediocrity. I + write for those who have joined the ranks of the co-operators without + perhaps realizing all that the movement meant, or all that it tended to. + Because we hold in our hearts and keep holy there the vision of a great + future, I have fought passionately for the entire freedom of our movement + from external control, lest the meddling of politicians or official + persons without any inspiration should deflect, for some petty purpose or + official gratification, the strength of that current which was flowing and + gathering strength unto the realization of great ideals. Every country has + its proportion of little souls which could find ample room on a threepenny + bit, and be majestically housed in a thimble, who follow out some little + minute practice in an ecstasy of self-satisfaction, seeking some little + job which is the El Dorado of their desires as if there were naught else, + as if humanity were not going from the Great Deep to the Great Deep of + Deity, with wind and water, fire and earth, stars and sun, lordly + companions for it on its path to a divine destiny. We have our share of + these in Ireland in high and low places, but I do not write for them. This + essay is for those who are working at laying deep the foundations of a new + social order, to hearten them with some thought of what their labor may + bring to Ireland. I welcome to this work the United Irishwomen. As one of + their poetesses has said in a beautiful song, the services of women to + Ireland in the past have been the services of mourners to the stricken. + But for today and tomorrow we need hope and courage and gaiety, and I + repeat for them the last passionate words of her verse: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Rise to your feet, O daughters, rise, + Our mother still is young and fair. + Let the world look into your eyes + And see her beauty shining there. + Grant of that beauty but one ray, + Heroes shall leap from every hill; + Today shall be as yesterday, + The red blood burns in Ireland still. +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THOUGHTS FOR A CONVENTION + </h2> + <p> + 1. There are moments in history when by the urgency of circumstance + everyone in a country is drawn from normal pursuits to consider the + affairs of the nation. The merchant is turned from his warehouse, the + bookman from his books, the farmer from his fields, because they realize + that the very foundations of the society, under whose shelter they were + able to carry on their avocation, are being shaken, and they can no longer + be voiceless, or leave it to deputies, unadvised by them, to arrange + national destinies. We are all accustomed to endure the annoyances and + irritations caused by legislation which is not agreeable to us, and solace + ourselves by remembering that the things which really matter are not + affected. But when the destiny of a nation, the principles by which life + is to be guided are at stake, all are on a level, are equally affected and + are bound to give expression to their opinions. Ireland is in one of these + moments of history. Circumstances with which we are all familiar and the + fever in which the world exists have infected it, and it is like molten + metal the skilled political artificer might pour into a desirable mould. + But if it is not handled rightly, if any factor is ignored, there may be + an explosion which would bring on us a fate as tragic as anything in our + past history. Irishmen can no longer afford to remain aloof from each + other, or to address each other distantly and defiantly from press or + platform, but must strive to understand each other truly, and to give due + weight to each other's opinions, and, if possible, arrive at a compromise, + a balancing of their diversities, which may save our country from anarchy + and chaos for generations to come. + </p> + <p> + 2. An agreement about Irish Government must be an agreement, not between + two but three Irish parties first of all, and afterwards with Great + Britain. The Premier of a Coalition Cabinet has declared that there is no + measure of self government which Great Britain would not assent to being + set up in Ireland, if Irishmen themselves could but come to an agreement. + Before such a compromise between Irish parties is possible there must be a + clear understanding of the ideals of these parties, as they are understood + by themselves, and not as they are presented in party controversy by + special pleaders whose object too often is to pervert or discredit the + principles and actions of opponents, a thing which is easy to do because + all parties, even the noblest, have followers who do them disservice by + ignorant advocacy or excited action. If we are to unite Ireland we can + only do so by recognizing what truly are the principles each party stands + for, and will not forsake, and for which, if necessary they will risk + life. True understanding is to see ideas as they are held by men between + themselves and Heaven; and in this mood I will try, first of all, to + understand the position of Unionists, Sinn Feiners and Constitutional + Nationalists as they have been explained to me by the best minds among + them, those who have induced others of their countrymen to accept those + ideals. When this is done we will see if compromise, a balancing of + diversities be not possible in an Irish State where all that is essential + in these varied ideals may be harmonized and retained. + </p> + <p> + 3. I will take first of all the position of Unionists. They are, many of + them, the descendants of settlers who by their entrance into Ireland broke + up the Gaelic uniformity and introduced the speech, the thoughts, + characteristic of another race. While they have grown to love their + country as much as any of Gaelic origin, and their peculiarities have been + modified by centuries of life in Ireland and by intermarriage, so that + they are much more akin to their fellow-countrymen in mind and manner than + they are to any other people, they still retain habits, beliefs and + traditions from which they will not part. They form a class economically + powerful. They have openness and energy of character, great organizing + power and a mastery over materials, all qualities invaluable in an Irish + State. In North-East Ulster, where they are most homogeneous they conduct + the affairs of their cities with great efficiency, carrying on an + international trade not only with Great Britain but with the rest of the + world. They have made these industries famous. They believe that their + prosperity is in large measure due to their acceptance of the Union, that + it would be lessened if they threw in their lot with the other Ireland and + accepted its ideals, that business which now goes to their shipyards and + factories would cease if they were absorbed in a self-governing Ireland + whose spokesmen had an unfortunate habit of nagging their neighbors and of + conveying the impression that they are inspired by race hatred. They + believe that an Irish legislature would be controlled by a majority, + representatives mainly of small farmers, men who had no knowledge of + affairs, or of the peculiar needs of Ulster industry, or the intricacy of + the problems involved in carrying on an international trade; that the + religious ideas of the majority would be so favored in education and + government that the favoritism would amount to religious oppression. They + are also convinced that no small country in the present state of the world + can really be independent, that such only exist by sufferance of their + mighty neighbors, and must be subservient in trade policy and military + policy to retain even a nominal freedom; and that an independent Ireland + would by its position be a focus for the intrigues of powers hostile to + Great Britain, and if it achieved independence Great Britain in self + protection would be forced to conquer it again. They consider that + security for industry and freedom for the individual can best be preserved + in Ireland by the maintenance of the Union, and that the world spirit is + with the great empires. + </p> + <p> + 4. The second political group may be described as the spiritual inheritors + of the more ancient race in Ireland. They regard the preservation of their + nationality as a sacred charge, themselves as a conquered people owing no + allegiance to the dominant race. They cannot be called traitors to it + because neither they nor their predecessors have ever admitted the right + of another people to govern them against their will. They are inspired by + an ancient history, a literature stretching beyond the Christian era, a + national culture and distinct national ideals which they desire to + manifest in a civilization which shall not be an echo or imitation of any + other. While they do not depreciate the worth of English culture or its + political system they are as angry at its being imposed on them as a young + man with a passion for art would be if his guardian insisted on his + adopting another profession and denied him any chance of manifesting his + own genius. Few hatreds equal those caused by the denial or obstruction of + national aptitudes. Many of those who fought in the last Irish + insurrection were fighters not merely for a political change but were + rather desperate and despairing champions of a culture which they held was + being stifled from infancy in Irish children in the schools of the nation. + They believe that the national genius cannot manifest itself in a + civilization and is not allowed to manifest itself while the Union + persists. They wish Ireland to be as much itself as Japan, and as free to + make its own choice of political principles, its culture and social order, + and to develop its industries unfettered by the trade policy of their + neighbors. Their mood is unconquerable, and while often overcome it has + emerged again and again in Irish history, and it has perhaps more + adherents today than at any period since the Act of Union, and this has + been helped on by the incarnation of the Gaelic spirit in the modern + Anglo-Irish literature, and a host of brilliant poets, dramatists and + prose writers who have won international recognition, and have increased + the dignity of spirit and the self-respect of the followers of this + tradition. They assert that the Union kills the soul of the people; that + empires do not permit the intensive cultivation of human life: that they + destroy the richness and variety of existence by the extinction of + peculiar and unique gifts, and the substitution therefor of a culture + which has its value mainly for the people who created it, but is as alien + to our race as the mood of the scientist is to the artist or poet. + </p> + <p> + 5. The third group occupies a middle position between those who desire the + perfecting of the Union and those whose claim is for complete + independence: and because they occupy a middle position, and have taken + coloring from the extremes between which they exist they have been exposed + to the charge of insincerity, which is unjust so far as the best minds + among them are concerned. They have aimed at a middle course, not going + far enough on one side or another to secure the confidence of the + extremists. They have sought to maintain the connection with the empire, + and at the same time to acquire an Irish control over administration and + legislation. They have been more practical than ideal, and to their credit + must be placed the organizing of the movements which secured most of the + reforms in Ireland since the Union, such as religious equality, the acts + securing to farmers fair rents and fixity of tenure, the wise and salutary + measures making possible the transfer of land from landlord to tenant, + facilities for education at popular universities, the laborers' acts and + many others. They are a practical party taking what they could get, and + because they could show ostensible results they have had a greater + following in Ireland than any other party. This is natural because the + average man in all countries is a realist. But this reliance on material + results to secure support meant that they must always show results, or the + minds of their countrymen veered to those ultimates and fundamentals which + await settlement here as they do in all civilizations. As in the race with + Atalanta the golden apples had to be thrown in order to win the race. The + intellect of Ireland is now fixed on fundamentals, and the compromise this + middle party is able to offer does not make provision for the ideals of + either of the extremists, and indeed meets little favor anywhere in a + country excited by recent events in world history, where revolutionary + changes are expected and a settlement far more in accord with fundamental + principles. + </p> + <p> + 6. It is possible that many of the rank and file of these parties will not + at first agree with the portraits painted of their opponents, and that is + because the special pleaders of the press, who in Ireland are, as a rule, + allowed little freedom to state private convictions, have come to regard + themselves as barristers paid to conduct a case, and have acquired the + habit of isolating particular events, the hasty speech or violent action + of individuals in localities, and of exhibiting these as indicating the + whole character of the party attacked. They misrepresent Irishmen to each + other. The Ulster advocates of the Union, for example, are accustomed to + hear from their advisers that the favorite employment of Irish farmers in + the three southern provinces is cattle driving, if not worse. They are + told that Protestants in these provinces live in fear of their lives, + whereas anybody who has knowledge of the true conditions knows that, so + far from being riotous and unbusinesslike, the farmers in these provinces + have developed a net-work of rural associations, dairies, bacon factories, + agricultural and poultry societies, etc., doing their business + efficiently, applying the teachings of science in their factories, + competing in quality of output with the very best of the same class of + society in Ulster and obtaining as good prices in the same market. As a + matter of fact this method of organization now largely adopted by Ulster + farmers was initiated in the South. With regard to the charge of + intolerance I do not believe it. Here, as in all other countries, there + are unfortunate souls obsessed by dark powers, whose human malignity takes + the form of religious hatreds, but I believe, and the thousands of Irish + Protestants in the Southern Counties will affirm it as true that they have + nothing to complain of in this respect. I am sure that in this matter of + religious tolerance these provinces can stand favorable comparison with + any country in the world where there are varieties of religions, even with + Great Britain. I would plead with my Ulster compatriots not to gaze too + long or too credulously into that distorting mirror held up to them, nor + be tempted to take individual action as representative of the mass. How + would they like to have the depth or quality of spiritual life in their + great city represented by the scrawlings and revilings about the head of + the Catholic Church to be found occasionally on the blank walls of + Belfast. If the same method of distortion by selection of facts was + carried out there is not a single city or nation which could not be made + to appear baser than Sodom or Gomorrah and as deserving of their fate. + </p> + <p> + 7. The Ulster character is better appreciated by Southern Ireland, and + there is little reason to vindicate it against any charges except the + slander that Ulster Unionists do not regard themselves as Irishmen, and + that they have no love for their own country. Their position is that they + are Unionists, not merely because it is for the good of Great Britain, but + because they hold it to be for the good of Ireland, and it is the Irish + argument weighs with them, and if they were convinced it would be better + for Ireland to be self-governed they would throw in their lot with the + rest of Ireland, which would accept them gladly and greet them as a + prodigal son who had returned, having made, unlike most prodigal sons, a + fortune, and well able to be the wisest adviser in family affairs. It is + necessary to preface what I have to say by way of argument or remonstrance + to Irish parties by words making it clear that I write without prejudice + against any party, and that I do not in the least underestimate their good + qualities or the weight to be attached to their opinions and ideals. It is + the traditional Irish way, which we have too often forgotten, to notice + the good in the opponent before battling with what is evil. So Maeve, the + ancient Queen of Connacht, looking over the walls of her city of Cruachan + at the Ulster foemen, said of them, "Noble and regal is their appearance," + and her own followers said, "Noble and regal are those of whom you speak." + When we lost the old Irish culture we lost the tradition of courtesy to + each other which lessens the difficulties of life and makes it possible to + conduct controversy without creating bitter memories. + </p> + <p> + 8. I desire first to argue with Irish Unionists whether it is accurate to + say of them, as it would appear to be from their spokesmen, that the + principle of nationality cannot be recognized by them or allowed to take + root in the commonwealth of dominions which form the Empire. Must one + culture only exist? Must all citizens have their minds poured into the + same mould, and varieties of gifts and cultural traditions be + extinguished? What would India with its myriad races say to that theory? + What would Canada enclosing in its dominion and cherishing a French + Canadian nation say? Unionists have by every means in their power + discouraged the study of the national literature of Ireland though it is + one of the most ancient in Europe, though the scholars of France and + Germany have founded journals for its study, and its beauty is being + recognized by all who have read it. It contains the race memory of + Ireland, its imaginations and thoughts for two thousand years. Must that + be obliterated? Must national character be sterilized of all taint of its + peculiar beauty? Must Ireland have no character of its own but be + servilely imitative of its neighbor in all things and be nothing of + itself? It is objected that the study of Irish history, Irish literature + and the national culture generates hostility to the Empire. Is that a true + psychological analysis? Is it not true in all human happenings that if + people are denied what is right and natural they will instantly assume an + attitude of hostility to the power which denies? The hostility is not + inherent in the subject but is evoked by the denial. I put it to my + Unionist compatriots that the ideal is to aim at a diversity of culture, + and the greatest freedom, richness and variety of thought. The more this + richness and variety prevail in a nation the less likelihood is there of + the tyranny of one culture over the rest. We should aim in Ireland at that + freedom of the ancient Athenians, who, as Pericles said, listened gladly + to the opinions of others and did not turn sour faces on those who + disagreed with them. A culture which is allowed essential freedom to + develop will soon perish if it does not in itself contain the elements of + human worth which make for immortality. The world has to its sorrow many + instances of freak religions which were persecuted and by natural + opposition were perpetuated and hardened in belief. We should allow the + greatest freedom in respect of cultural developments in Ireland so that + the best may triumph by reason of superior beauty and not because the + police are relied upon to maintain one culture in a dominant position. + </p> + <p> + 9. I have also an argument to address to the extremists whose claim, + uttered lately with more openness and vehemence, is for the complete + independence of the whole of Ireland, who cry out against partition, who + will not have a square mile of Irish soil subject to foreign rule. That + implies they desire the inclusion of Ulster and the inhabitants of Ulster + in their Irish State. I tell them frankly that if they expect Ulster to + throw its lot in with a self-governing Ireland they must remain within the + commonwealth of dominions which constitute the Empire, be prepared + loyally, once Ireland has complete control over its internal affairs, to + accept the status of a dominion and the responsibilities of that wider + union. If they will not accept that status as the Boers did, they will + never draw that important and powerful Irish party into an Irish State + except by force, and do they think there is any possibility of that? It is + extremely doubtful whether if the world stood aloof, and allowed Irishmen + to fight out their own quarrels among themselves, that the fighters for + complete independence could conquer a community so numerous, so + determined, so wealthy, so much more capable of providing for themselves + the plentiful munitions by which alone one army can hope to conquer + another. In South Africa men who had fiercer traditional hostilities than + Irishmen of different parties here have had, who belonged to different + races, who had a few years before been engaged in a racial war, were great + enough to rise above these past antagonisms, to make an agreement and + abide faithfully by it. Is the same magnanimity not possible in Ireland? I + say to my countrymen who cry out for the complete separation of Ireland + from the Empire, that they will not in this generation bring with them the + most powerful and wealthy, if not the most numerous, party in their + country. Complete control of Irish affairs is a possibility, and I suggest + to the extremists that the status of a self-governing dominion inside a + federation of dominions is a proposal which, if other safeguards for + minority interests are incorporated, would attract Unionist attention. But + if these men who depend so much in their economic enterprises upon a + friendly relation with their largest customers are to be allured into + self-governing Ireland there must be acceptance of the Empire as an + essential condition. The Boers found it not impossible to accept this + status for the sake of a United South Africa. Are our Irish Boers not + prepared to make a compromise and abide by it loyally for the sake of a + United Ireland? + </p> + <p> + 10. A remonstrance must also be addressed to the middle party in that it + has made no real effort to understand and conciliate the feelings of Irish + Unionists. They have indeed made promises, no doubt sincerely, but they + have undone the effect of all they said by encouraging of recent years the + growth of sectarian organizations with political aims and have relied on + these as on a party machine. It may be said that in Ulster a similar + organization, sectarian with political objects, has long existed, and that + this justified a counter organization. Both in my opinion are + unjustifiable and evil, but the backing of such an organization was + specially foolish in the case of the majority, whose main object ought to + be to allure the minority into the same political fold. The baser elements + in society, the intriguers, the job seekers, and all who would acquire by + influence what they cannot attain by merit, flock into such bodies, and + create a sinister impression as to their objects and deliberations. If we + are to have national concord among Irishmen religion must be left to the + Churches whose duty it is to promote it, and be dissevered from party + politics, and it should be regarded as contrary to national idealism to + organize men of one religion into secret societies with political or + economic aims. So shall be left to Caesar the realm which is Caesar's, and + it shall not appear part of the politics of eternity that Michael's + sister's son obtains a particular post beginning at thirty shillings a + week. I am not certain that it should not be an essential condition of any + Irish settlement that all such sectarian organizations should be disbanded + in so far as their objects are political, and remain solely as friendly + societies. It is useless assuring a minority already suspicious, of the + tolerance it may expect from the majority, if the party machine of the + majority is sectarian and semi-secret, if no one of the religion of the + minority can join it. I believe in spite of the recent growth of sectarian + societies that it has affected but little the general tolerant spirit in + Ireland, and where the evils have appeared they have speedily resulted in + the break up of the organization in the locality. Irishmen individually as + a rule are much nobler in spirit than the political organizations they + belong to. + </p> + <p> + 11. It is necessary to speak with the utmost frankness and not to slur + over any real difficulty in the way of a settlement. Irish parties must + rise above themselves if they are to bring about an Irish unity. They + appear on the surface irreconcilable, but that, in my opinion, is because + the spokesmen of parties are under the illusion that they should never + indicate in public that they might possibly abate one jot of the claims of + their party. A crowd or organization is often more extreme than its + individual members. I have spoken to Unionists and Sinn Feiners and find + them as reasonable in private as they are unreasonable in public. I am + convinced that an immense relief would be felt by all Irishmen if a real + settlement of the Irish question could be arrived at, a compromise which + would reconcile them to living under one government, and would at the same + time enable us to live at peace with our neighbors. The suggestions which + follow were the result of discussions between a group of Unionists, + Nationalists and Sinn Feiners, and as they found it possible to agree upon + a compromise it is hoped that the policy which harmonized their + diversities may help to bring about a similar result in Ireland. + </p> + <p> + 12. I may now turn to consider the Anglo-Irish problem and to make + specific suggestions for its solution and the character of the government + to be established in Ireland. The factors are triple. There is first the + desire many centuries old of Irish nationalists for self-government and + the political unity of the people: secondly, there is the problem of the + Unionists who require that the self-governing Ireland they enter shall be + friendly to the imperial connection, and that their religious and economic + interests shall be safeguarded by real and not merely by verbal + guarantees; and, thirdly, there is the position of Great Britain which + requires, reasonably enough, that any self-governing dominion set up + alongside it shall be friendly to the Empire. In this matter Great Britain + has priority of claim to consideration, for it has first proposed a + solution, the Home Rule Act which is on the Statute Book, though later + variants of that have been outlined because of the attitude of Unionists + in North-East Ulster, variants which suggest the partition of Ireland, the + elimination of six counties from the area controlled by the Irish + government. This Act, or the variants of it offered to Ireland, is the + British contribution to the settlement of the Anglo-Irish problem. + </p> + <p> + 13. If it is believed that this scheme, or any diminutive of it, will + settle the Anglo-Irish problem, British statesmen and people who trust + them are only preparing for themselves bitter disappointment. I believe + that nothing less than complete self-government has ever been the object + of Irish Nationalism. However ready certain sections have been to accept + installments, no Irish political leader had authority to pledge his + countrymen to ever accept a half measure as a final settlement of the + Irish claim. The Home Rule Act, if put into operation tomorrow, even if + Ulster were cajoled or coerced into accepting it, would not be regarded by + Irish Nationalists as a final settlement, no matter what may be said at + Westminster. Nowhere in Ireland has it been accepted as final. Received + without enthusiasm at first, every year which has passed since the Bill + was introduced has seen the system of self-government formulated there + subjected to more acute and hostile criticism: and I believe it would be + perfectly accurate to say that its passing tomorrow would only be the + preliminary for another agitation, made fiercer by the unrest of the + world, where revolutions and the upsetting of dynasties are in the air, + and where the claims of nationalities no more ancient than the Irish, like + the Poles, the Finns, and the Arabs, to political freedom are admitted by + the spokesmen of the great powers, Great Britain included, or are already + conceded. If any partition of Ireland is contemplated this will intensify + the bitterness now existing. I believe it is to the interest of Great + Britain to settle the Anglo-Irish dispute. It has been countered in many + of its policies in America and the Colonies by the vengeful feelings of + Irish exiles. There may yet come a time when the refusal of the Irish + mouse to gnaw at a net spread about the lion may bring about the downfall + of the Empire. It cannot be to the interest of Great Britain to have on + its flank some millions of people who, whenever Great Britain is engaged + in a war which threatens its existence, feel a thrill running through + them, as prisoners do hearing the guns sounding closer of an army which + comes, as they think, to liberate them. Nations denied essential freedom + ever feel like that when the power which dominates them is itself in + peril. Who can doubt but for the creation of Dominion Government in South + Africa that the present war would have found the Boers thirsty for + revenge, and the Home Government incapable of dealing with a distant + people who taxed its resources but a few years previously. I have no doubt + that if Ireland was granted the essential freedom and wholeness in its + political life it desires, its mood also would be turned. I have no + feelings of race hatred, no exultation in thought of the downfall of any + race; but as a close observer of the mood of millions in Ireland, I feel + certain that if their claim is not met they will brood and scheme and Wait + to strike a blow, though the dream may be handed on from them to their + children and their children's children, yet they will hope, sometime, to + give the last vengeful thrust of enmity at the stricken heart of the + Empire. + </p> + <p> + 14. Any measure which is not a settlement which leaves Ireland still + actively discontented is a waste of effort, and the sooner English + statesmen realize the futility of half measures the better. A man who + claims a debt he believes is due to him, who is offered half of it in + payment, is not going to be conciliated or to be one iota more friendly, + if he knows that the other is able to pay the full amount and it could be + yielded without detriment to the donor. Ireland will never be content with + a system of self-government which lessens its representation in the + Imperial Parliament, and still retains for that Parliament control over + all-important matters like taxation and trade policy. Whoever controls + these controls the character of an Irish civilization, and the demand of + Ireland is not merely for administrative powers, but the power to fashion + its own national policy, and to build up a civilization of its own with an + economic character in keeping by self-devised and self-checked efforts. To + misunderstand this is to suppose there is no such thing as national + idealism, and that a people will accept substitutes for the principle of + nationality, whereas the past history of the world and present + circumstance in Europe are evidence that nothing is more unconquerable and + immortal than national feeling, and that it emerges from centuries of + alien government, and is ready at any time to flare out in insurrection. + At no period in Irish history was that sentiment more self-conscious than + it is today. + </p> + <p> + 15. Nationalist Ireland requires that the Home Rule Act should be + radically changed to give Ireland unfettered control over taxation, + customs, excise and trade policy. These powers are at present denied, and + if the Act were in operation, Irish people instead of trying to make the + best of it, would begin at once to use whatever powers they had as a lever + to gain the desired control, and this would lead to fresh antagonism and a + prolonged struggle between the two countries, and in this last effort + Irish Nationalists would have the support of that wealthy class now + Unionist in the three southern provinces, and also in Ulster if it were + included, for they would then desire as much as Nationalists that, while + they live in a self-governing Ireland, the powers of the Irish government + should be such as would enable it to build up Irish industries by an Irish + trade policy, and to impose taxation in a way to suit Irish conditions. As + the object of British consent to Irish self-government is to dispose of + Irish antagonism nothing is to be gained by passing measures which will + not dispose of it. The practically unanimous claim of Nationalists as + exhibited in the press in Ireland is for the status and power of economic + control possessed by the self-governing dominions. By this alone will the + causes of friction between the two nations be removed, and a real + solidarity of interest based on a federal union for joint defense of the + freedom and well-being of the federated communities be possible and I have + no doubt it would take place. I do not believe that hatreds remain for + long among people when the causes which created them are removed. We have + seen in Europe and in the dominions the continual reversals of feeling + which have taken place when a sore has been removed. Antagonisms are + replaced by alliances. It is mercifully true of human nature that it + prefers to exercise goodwill to hatred when it can, and the common sense + of the best in Ireland would operate once there was no longer interference + in our internal affairs, to allay and keep in order these turbulent + elements which exist in every country, but which only become a danger to + society when real grievances based on the violation of true principles of + government are present. + </p> + <p> + 16. The Union has failed absolutely to conciliate Ireland. Every + generation there have been rebellions and shootings and agitations of a + vehement and exhausting character carried continually to the point of + lawlessness before Irish grievances could be redressed. A form of + government which requires a succession of rebellions to secure reforms + afterwards admitted to be reasonable cannot be a good form of government. + These agitations have inflicted grave material and moral injury on + Ireland. The instability of the political system has prejudiced natural + economic development. Capital will not be invested in industries where no + one is certain about the future. And because the will of the people was so + passionately set on political freedom an atmosphere of suspicion gathered + around public movements which in other countries would have been allowed + to carry on their beneficent work unhindered by any party. Here they were + continually being forced to declare themselves either for or against + self-government. The long attack on the movement for the organization of + Irish agriculture was an instance. Men are elected on public bodies not + because they are efficient administrators, but because they can be trusted + to pass resolutions favoring one party or another. This has led to + corruption. Every conceivable rascality in Ireland has hid itself behind + the great names of nation or empire. The least and the most harmless + actions of men engaged in philanthropic or educational work or social + reform are scrutinized and criticized so as to obstruct good work. If a + phrase even suggests the possibility of a political partiality, or a + tendency to anything which might be construed by the most suspicious + scrutineer to indicate a remote desire to use the work done as an argument + either for or against self-government the man or movement is never allowed + to forget it. Public service becomes intolerable and often impossible + under such conditions, and while the struggle continues this also will + continue to the moral detriment of the people. There are only two forms of + government possible. A people may either be governed by force or may + govern themselves. The dual government of Ireland by two Parliaments, one + sitting in Dublin and one in London, contemplated in the Home Rule Act, + would be impossible and irritating. Whatever may be said for two bodies + each with their spheres of influence clearly defined, there is nothing to + be said for two legislatures with concurrent powers of legislation and + taxation, and with members from Ireland retained at Westminster to provide + some kind of democratic excuse for the exercise of powers of Irish + legislation and taxation by the Parliament at Westminster. The Irish + demand is that Great Britain shall throw upon our shoulders the full + weight of responsibility for the management of our own affairs, so that we + can only blame ourselves and our political guides and not Great Britain if + we err in our policies. + </p> + <p> + 17. I have stated what I believe to be sound reasons for the recognition + of the justice of the Irish demand by Great Britain and I now turn to + Ulster, and ask it whether the unstable condition of things in Ireland + does not affect it even more than Great Britain. If it persists in its + present attitude, if it remains out of a self-governing Ireland, it will + not thereby exempt itself from political, social and economic trouble. + Ireland will regard the six Ulster counties as the French have regarded + Alsace-Lorraine, whose hopes of reconquest turned Europe into an armed + camp, with the endless suspicions, secret treaties, military and naval + developments, the expense of maintaining huge armies, and finally the + inevitable war. So sure as Ulster remains out, so surely will it become a + focus for nationalist designs. I say nothing of the injury to the great + wholesale business carried on from its capital city throughout the rest of + Ireland where the inevitable and logical answer of merchants in the rest + of Ireland to requests for orders will be: "You would die rather than live + in the same political house with us. We will die rather than trade with + you." There will be lamentably and inevitably a fiercer tone between North + and South. Everything that happens in one quarter will be distorted in the + other. Each will lie about the other. The materials will exist more than + before for civil commotion, and this will be aided by the powerful + minority of Nationalists in the excluded counties working in conjunction + with their allies across the border. Nothing was ever gained in life by + hatred; nothing good ever came of it or could come of it; and the first + and most important of all the commandments of the spirit that there should + be brotherhood between men will be deliberately broken to the ruin of the + spiritual life of Ireland. + </p> + <p> + 18. So far from Irish Nationalists wishing to oppress Ulster, I believe + that there is hardly any demand which could be made, even involving + democratic injustice to themselves, which would not willingly be granted + if their Ulster compatriots would fling their lot in with the rest of + Ireland and heal the eternal sore. I ask Ulster what is there that they + could not do as efficiently in an Ireland with the status and economic + power of a self-governing dominion as they do at present. Could they not + build their ships and sell them, manufacture and export their linens? What + do they mean when they say Ulster industries would be taxed? I cannot + imagine any Irish taxation which their wildest dreams imagined so heavy as + the taxation which they will endure as part of the United Kingdom in + future. They will be implicated in all the revolutionary legislation made + inevitable in Great Britain by the recoil on society of the munition + workers and disbanded conscripts. Ireland, which luckily for itself, has + the majority of its population economically independent as workers on the + land, and which, in the development of agriculture now made necessary as a + result of changes in naval warfare, will be able to absorb without much + trouble its returning workers. Ireland will be much quieter, less + revolutionary and less expensive to govern. I ask what reason is there to + suppose that taxation in a self-governing Ireland would be greater than in + Great Britain after the war, or in what way Ulster industries could be + singled out, or for what evil purpose by an Irish Parliament? It would be + only too anxious rather to develop still further the one great industrial + centre in Ireland; and would, it is my firm conviction, allow the + representatives of Ulster practically to dictate the industrial policy of + Ireland. Has there ever at any time been the slightest opposition by any + Irish Nationalist to proposals made by Ulster industrialists which would + lend color to such a suspicion? Personally, I think that Ulster without + safeguards of any kind might trust its fellow-countrymen; the weight, the + intelligence, the vigor of character of Ulster people in any case would + enable them to dominate Ireland economically. But I do not for a moment + say that Ulster is not justified in demanding safeguards. Its leader, + speaking at Westminster during one of the debates on the Home Rule Bill, + said scornfully, "We do not fear oppressive legislation. We know in fact + there would be none. What we do fear is oppressive administration." That I + translate to mean that Ulster feels that the policy of the spoils to the + victors would be adopted, and that jobbery in Nationalist and Catholic + interests would be rampant. There are as many honest Nationalists and + Catholics who would object to this as there are Protestant Unionists, and + they would readily accept as part of any settlement the proposal that all + posts which can rightly be filled by competitive examination shall only be + filled after examination by Irish Civil Service Commissioners, and that + this should include all posts paid for out of public funds whether + directly under the Irish Government or under County Councils, Urban + Councils, Corporations, or Boards of Guardians. Further, they would allow + the Ulster Counties through their members a veto on any important + administrative position where the area of the official's operation was + largely confined to North-East Ulster, if such posts were of a character + which could not rightly be filled after examination and-must needs be a + government appointment. I have heard the suspicion expressed that Gaelic + might be made a subject compulsory on all candidates, and that this would + prejudice the chances of Ulster candidates desirous of entering the Civil + Service. Nationalist opinion would readily agree that, if marks were given + for Gaelic, an alternative language, such as French or German, should be + allowed the candidate as a matter of choice and the marks given be of + equal value. By such concession jobbery would be made impossible. The + corruption and bribery now prevalent in local government would be a thing + of the past. Nationalists and Unionists alike would be assured of honest + administration and that merit and efficiency, not membership of some + sectarian or political association, would lead to public service. + </p> + <p> + 20. If that would not be regarded as adequate protection Nationalists are + ready to consider with friendly minds any other safeguards proposed either + by Ulster or Southern Unionists, though in my opinion the less there are + formal and legal acknowledgments of differences the better, for it is + desirable that Protestant and Catholic, Unionist and Nationalist should + meet and redivide along other lines than those of religion or past party + politics, and it is obvious that the raising of artificial barriers might + perpetuate the present lines of division. A real settlement is impossible + without the inclusion of the whole province in the Irish State, and apart + from the passionate sentiment existing in Nationalist Ireland for the + unity of the whole country there are strong economic bonds between Ulster + and the three provinces. Further, the exclusion of all or a large part of + Ulster would make the excluded part too predominantly industrial and the + rest of Ireland too exclusively agricultural, tending to prevent that + right balance between rural and urban industry which all nations should + aim at and which makes for a varied intellectual life, social and + political wisdom and a healthy national being. Though for the sake of + obliteration of past differences I would prefer as little building by + legislation of fences isolating one section of the community from another, + still I am certain that if Ulster, as the price of coming into a + self-governing Ireland, demanded some application of the Swiss Cantonal + system to itself which would give it control over local administration it + could have it; or, again, it could be conceded the powers of local control + vested in the provincial governments in Canada, where the provincial + assemblies have exclusive power to legislate for themselves in respect of + local works, municipal institutions, licenses, and administration of + justice in the province. Further, subject to certain provisions protecting + the interests of different religious bodies, the provincial assemblies + have the exclusive power to make laws upon education. Would not this give + Ulster all the guarantees for civil and religious liberty it requires? + What arguments of theirs, what fears have they expressed which would not + be met by such control over local administration? I would prefer that the + mind of Ulster should argue its points with the whole of Ireland and press + its ideals upon it without reservation of its wisdom for itself. But + doubtless if Ulster accepted this proposal it would benefit the rest of + Ireland by the model it would set of efficient administration: and it + would, I have no doubt, insert in its provincial constitution all the + safeguards for minorities there which they would ask should be inserted in + any Irish constitution to protect the interest of their co-religionists in + that part of Ireland where they are in a minority. + </p> + <p> + 21. I can deal only with fundamentals in this memorandum, because it is + upon fundamentals there are differences of thinking. Once these are + settled it would be comparatively easy to devise the necessary clauses in + an Irish constitution, giving safeguards to England for the due payment of + the advances under the Land Acts, and the principles upon which an Irish + contribution should be made to the empire for naval and military purposes. + It was suggested by Mr. Lionel Curtis in his "Problems of the + Commonwealth," that assessors might be appointed by the dominions to fix + the fair taxable capacity of each for this purpose. It will be observed + that while I have claimed for Ireland the status of a dominion, I have + referred solely hitherto to the powers of control over trade policy, + customs, excise, taxation and legislation possessed by the dominions, and + have not claimed for Ireland the right to have an army or a navy of its + own. I recognize that the proximity of the two islands makes it desirable + to consolidate the naval power under the control of the Admiralty. The + regular army should remain in the same way under the War Office which + would have the power of recruiting in Ireland. The Irish Parliament would, + I have no doubt, be willing to raise at its own expense under an Irish + Territorial Council a Territorial Force similar to that of England but not + removable from Ireland. Military conscription could never be permitted + except by Act of the Irish Parliament. It would be a denial of the first + principle of nationality if the power of conscripting the citizens of the + country lay not in the hands of the National Parliament but was exercised + by another nation. + </p> + <p> + 22. While a self-governing Ireland would contribute money to the defense + of the federated empire, it would not be content that that money should be + spent on dockyards, arsenals, camps, harbors, naval stations, + ship-building and supplies in Great Britain to the almost complete neglect + of Ireland as at present. A large contribution for such purposes spent + outside Ireland would be an economic drain if not balanced by counter + expenditure here. This might be effected by the training of a portion of + the navy and army and the Irish regiments of the regular army in Ireland, + and their equipment, clothing, supplies, munitions and rations being + obtained through an Irish department. Naval dockyards should be + constructed here and a proportion of ships built in them. Just as surely + as there must be a balance between the imports and exports of a country, + so must there be a balance between the revenue raised in a nation and the + public expenditure on that nation. Irish economic depression after the Act + of Union was due in large measure to absentee landlordism and the + expenditure of Irish revenue outside Ireland with no proportionate return. + This must not be expected to continue against Irish interests. Ireland, + granted the freedom it desires, would be willing to defend its freedom and + the freedom of other dominions in the commonwealth of nations it belonged + to, but it is not willing to allow millions to be raised in Ireland and + spent outside Ireland. If three or five millions are raised in Ireland for + imperial purposes and spent in Great Britain it simply means that the vast + employment of labor necessitated takes place outside Ireland: whereas if + spent here it would mean the employment of many thousands of men, the + support of their families, and in the economic chain would follow the + support of those who cater for them in food, clothing, housing, etc. Even + with the best will in the world, to do its share towards its defense of + the freedom it had attained, Ireland could not permit such an economic + drain on its resources. No country could approve of a policy which in its + application means the emigration of thousands of its people every year + while it continued. + </p> + <p> + 23. I believe even if there were no historical basis for Irish nationalism + that such claims as I have stated would have become inevitable, because + the tendency of humanity as it develops intellectually and spiritually is + to desire more and more freedom, and to substitute more and more an + internal law for the external law or government, and that the solidarity + of empires or nations will depend not so much upon the close texture of + their political organization or the uniformity of mind so engendered as + upon the freedom allowed and the delight people feel in that freedom. The + more educated a man is the more it is hateful to him to be constrained and + the more impossible does it become for central governments to provide by + regulation for the infinite variety of desires and cultural developments + which spring up everywhere and are in themselves laudable, and in no way + endanger the State. A recognition of this has already led to much + decentralization in Great Britain itself. And if the claim for more power + in the administration of local affairs was so strongly felt in a + homogeneous country like Great Britain that, through its county council + system, people in districts like Kent or Essex have been permitted control + over education and the purchase of land, and the distribution of it to + small holders, how much more passionately must this desire for + self-control be felt in Ireland where people have a different national + character which has survived all the educational experiments to change + them into the likeness of their neighbors. The battle which is going on in + the world has been stated to be a spiritual conflict between those who + desire greater freedom for the individual and think that the State exists + to preserve that freedom, and those who believe in the predominance of the + state and the complete subjection of the individual to it and the molding + of the individual mind in its image. This has been stated, and if the + first view is a declaration of ideals sincerely held by Great Britain it + would mean the granting to Ireland, a country which has expressed its + wishes by vaster majorities than were ever polled in any other country for + political changes, the satisfaction of its desires. + </p> + <p> + 24. The acceptance of the proposals here made would mean sacrifices for + the two extremes in Ireland, and neither party has as yet made any real + sacrifice to meet the other, but each has gone on its own way. I urge upon + them that if the suggestions made here were accepted both would obtain + substantially what they desire, the Ulster Unionists that safety for their + interests and provision for Ireland's unity with the commonwealth of + dominions inside the empire; the Nationalists that power they desire to + create an Irish civilization by self-devised and self-checked efforts. The + brotherhood of domimons of which they would form one would be inspired as + much by the fresh life and wide democratic outlook of Australia, New + Zealand, South Africa and Canada, as by the hoarier political wisdom of + Great Britain; and military, naval, foreign and colonial policy must in + the future be devised by the representatives of those dominions sitting in + council together with the representatives of Great Britain. Does not that + indicate a different form of imperialism from that they hold in no + friendly memory? It would not be imperialism in the ancient sense but a + federal union of independent nations to protect national liberties, which + might draw into its union other peoples hitherto unconnected with it, and + so beget a league of nations to make a common international law prevail. + The allegiance would be to common principles which mankind desire and + would not permit the domination of any one race. We have not only to be + good Irishmen but good citizens of the world, and one is as important as + the other, for earth is more and more forcing on its children a + recognition of their fundamental unity, and that all rise and fall and + suffer together, and that none can escape the infection from their common + humanity. If these ideas emerge from the world conflict and are accepted + as world morality it will be some compensation for the anguish of learning + the lesson. We in Ireland like the rest of the world must rise above + ourselves and our differences if we are to manifest the genius which is in + us, and play a noble part in world history. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE NEW NATION + </h2> + <p> + In that cycle of history which closed in 1914, but which seems now to the + imagination as far sunken behind time as Babylon or Samarcand, it was + customary at the festival of the Incarnation to forego our enmities for a + little and allow freer play to the spiritual in our being. Since 1914 all + things in the world and with us, too, in Ireland have existed in a welter + of hate, but the rhythm of ancient habit cannot altogether have passed + away, and now if at any time, it should be possible to blow the bugles of + Heaven and recall men to that old allegiance. I do not think it would help + now if I, or another, put forward arguments drawn from Irish history or + economics to convince any party that they were wrong and their opponents + right. I think absolute truth might be stated in respect of these things, + and yet it would affect nothing in our present mood. It would not be + recognized any more than Heaven, when It walked on earth in the guise of a + Carpenter, was hailed by men whose minds were filled by other imaginations + of that coming. + </p> + <p> + I will not argue about the past, but would ask Irishmen to consider how in + future they may live together. Do they contemplate the continuance of + these bitter hatreds in our own household? The war must have a finale. + Many thousands of Irishmen will return to their country who have faced + death for other ideals than those which inspire many more thousands now in + Ireland and make them also fearless of death. How are these to co-exist in + the same island if there is no change of heart? Each will receive + passionate support from relatives, friends, and parties who uphold their + action. This will be a most unhappy country if we cannot arrive at some + moral agreement, as necessary as a political agreement. Partition is no + settlement, because there is no geographical limitation of these passions. + There is scarce a locality in Ireland where antagonisms do not gather + about the thought of Ireland as in the caduceus of Mercury the twin + serpents writhe about the sceptre of the god. I ask our national + extremists in what mood do they propose to meet those who return, men of + temper as stern as their own? Will these endure being termed traitors to + Ireland? Will their friends endure it? Will those who mourn their dead + endure to hear scornful speech of those they loved? That way is for us a + path to Hell. The unimaginative who see only a majority in their own + locality, or, perhaps, in the nation, do not realize what a powerful + factor in national life are those who differ from them, and how they are + upheld by a neighboring nation which, for all its present travail, is more + powerful by far than Ireland even if its people were united in purpose as + the fingers of one hand. Nor can those who hold to, and are upheld by, the + Empire hope to coerce to a uniformity of feeling with themselves the + millions clinging to Irish nationality. Seven centuries of repression have + left that spirit unshaken, nor can it be destroyed save by the destruction + of the Irish people, because it springs from biological necessity. As well + might a foolish gardener trust that his apple-tree would bring forth + grapes as to dream that there could be uniformity of character and + civilization between Irishmen and Englishmen. It would be a crime against + life if it could be brought about and diversities of culture and + civilization made impossible. We may live at peace with our neighbors when + it is agreed that we must be different, and no peace is possible in the + world between nations except on this understanding. But I am not now + thinking of that, but of the more urgent problem how we are to live at + peace with each other. I am convinced Irish enmities are perpetuated + because we live by memory more than by hope, and that even now on the + facts of character there is no justification for these enmities. + </p> + <p> + We have been told that there are two nations in Ireland. That may have + been so in the past, but it is not true today. The union of Norman and + Dane and Saxon and Celt which has been going on through the centuries is + now completed, and there is but one powerful Irish character—not + Celtic or Norman-Saxon, but a new race. We should recognize our moral + identity. It was apparent before the war in the methods by which Ulstermen + and Nationalists alike strove to defend or win their political objects. + There is scarce an Ulsterman, whether he regards his ancestors as settlers + or not, who is not allied through marriage by his forbears to the ancient + race. There is in his veins the blood of the people who existed before + Patrick, and he can look backward through time to the legends of the Red + Branch, the Fianna and the gods as the legends of his people. It would be + as difficult to find even on the Western Coast a family which has not lost + in the same way its Celtic purity of race. The character of all is fed + from many streams which have mingled in them and have given them a new + distinctiveness. The invasions of Ireland and the Plantations, however + morally unjustifiable, however cruel in method, are justified by biology. + The invasion of one race by another was nature's ancient way of + reinvigorating a people. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Flinders Petrie, in his "Revolutions of Civilization," has + demonstrated that civilization comes in waves, that races rise to a + pinnacle of power and culture, and decline from that, and fall into + decadence, from which they do not emerge until there has been a crossing + of races, a fresh intermingling of cultures. He showed in ancient Egypt + eight such periods, and after every decline into decadence there was an + invasion, the necessary precedent to a fresh ascent with reinvigorated + energies. I prefer to dwell upon the final human results of this + commingling of races than upon the tyrannies and conflicts which made it + possible. The mixture of races has added to the elemental force of the + Celtic character a more complex mentality, and has saved us from becoming, + as in our island isolation we might easily have become, thin and weedy, + like herds where there has been too much in-breeding. The modern Irish are + a race built up from many races who have to prove themselves for the + future. Their animosities, based on past history, have little + justification in racial diversity today, for they are a new people with + only superficial cultural and political differences, but with the same + fundamental characteristics. It is hopeless, the dream held by some that + the ancient Celtic character could absorb the new elements, become + dominant once more, and be itself unchanged. It is equally hopeless to + dream the Celtic element could be eliminated. We are a new people, and not + the past, but the future, is to justify this new nationality. + </p> + <p> + I believe it was this powerful Irish character which stirred in Ulster + before the war, leading it to adopt methods unlike the Anglo-Saxon + tradition in politics. I believe that new character, far more than the + spirit of the ancient race, was the ferment in the blood of those who + brought about the astonishing enterprise of Easter Week. Pearse himself, + for all his Gaelic culture, was sired by one of the race he fought + against. He might stand in that respect as a symbol of the new race which + is springing up. We are slowly realizing the vigor of the modern Irish + character just becoming self-conscious of itself. I had met many men who + were in the enterprise of Easter Week and listened to their spirit their + speech, but they had to prove to myself and others by more than words. I + listened with that half-cynical feeling which is customary with us when + men advocate a cause with which we are temperamentally sympathetic, but + about whose realization we are hopeless. I could not gauge the strength of + the new spirit, for words do not by themselves convey the quality of power + in men; and even when the reverberations from Easter Week were echoing + everywhere in Ireland, for a time I, and many others, thought and felt + about those who died as some pagan concourse in ancient Italy might have + felt looking down upon an arena, seeing below a foam of glorious faces + turned to them, the noble, undismayed, inflexible faces of martyrs, and, + without understanding, have realized that this spirit was stronger than + death. I believe that capacity for sacrifice, that devotion to ideals + exists equally among the opponents of these men. It would have been proved + in Ireland, in Ulster, if the need had arisen. It has been proved on many + a battlefield of Europe. Whatever views we may hold about the relative + value of national or Imperial ideals, we may recognize that there is moral + equality where the sacrifice is equal. No one has more to give than life, + and, when that is given, neither Nationalist nor Imperialist in Ireland + can claim moral superiority for the dead champions of their causes. + </p> + <p> + And here I come to the purpose of my letter, which is to deprecate the + scornful repudiation by Irishmen of other Irishmen, which is so common at + present, and which helps to perpetuate our feuds. We are all one people. + We are closer to each other in character than we are to any other race. + The necessary preliminary to political adjustment is moral adjustment, + forgiveness, and mutual understanding. I have been in council with others + of my countrymen for several months, and I noticed what an obstacle it was + to agreement how few, how very few, there were who had been on terms of + friendly intimacy with men of all parties. There was hardly one who could + have given an impartial account of the ideals and principles of his + opponents. Our political differences have brought about social isolations, + and there can be no understanding where there is no eagerness to meet + those who differ from us, and hear the best they have to say for + themselves. This letter is an appeal to Irishmen to seek out and + understand their political opponents. If they come to know each other, + they will come to trust each other, and will realize their kinship, and + will set their faces to the future together, to build up a civilization + which will justify their nationality. + </p> + <p> + I myself am Anglo-Irish, with the blood of both races in me, and when the + rising of Easter Week took place all that was Irish in me was profoundly + stirred, and out of that mood I wrote commemorating the dead. And then + later there rose in memory the faces of others I knew who loved their + country, but had died in other battles. They fought in those because they + believed they would serve Ireland, and I felt these were no less my + people. I could hold them also in my heart and pay tribute to them. + Because it was possible for me to do so, I think it is possible for + others; and in the hope that the deeds of all may in the future be a + matter of pride to the new nation I append here these verses I have + written:— + </p> + <p> + To the Memory of Some I knew Who are Dead and Who Loved Ireland. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Their dream had left me numb and cold, + But yet my spirit rose in pride, + Refashioning in burnished gold + The images of those who died, + Or were shut in the penal cell. + Here's to you, Pearse, your dream not mine, + But yet the thought, for this you fell, + Has turned life's water into wine. + + You who have died on Eastern hills + Or fields of France as undismayed, + Who lit with interlinked wills + The long heroic barricade, + You, too, in all the dreams you had, + Thought of some thing for Ireland done. + Was it not so, Oh, shining lad, + What lured you, Alan Anderson? + + I listened to high talk from you, + Thomas McDonagh, and it seemed + The words were idle, but they grew + To nobleness by death redeemed. + Life cannot utter words more great + Than life may meet by sacrifice, + High words were equaled by high fate, + You paid the price. You paid the price. + + You who have fought on fields afar, + That other Ireland did you wrong + Who said you shadowed Ireland's star, + Nor gave you laurel wreath nor song. + You proved by death as true as they, + In mightier conflicts played your part, + Equal your sacrifice may weigh, + Dear Kettle, of the generous heart. + + The hope lives on age after age, + Earth with its beauty might be won + For labor as a heritage, + For this has Ireland lost a son. + This hope unto a flame to fan + Men have put life by with a smile, + Here's to you Connolly, my man, + Who cast the last torch on the pile. + + You too, had Ireland in your care, + Who watched o'er pits of blood and mire, + From iron roots leap up in air + Wild forests, magical, of fire; + Yet while the Nuts of Death were shed + Your memory would ever stray + To your own isle. Oh, gallant dead— + This wreath, Will Redmond, on your clay. + + Here's to you, men I never met, + Yet hope to meet behind the veil, + Thronged on some starry parapet, + That looks down upon Innisfail, + And sees the confluence of dreams + That clashed together in our night, + One river, born from many streams, + Roll in one blaze of blinding light. +</pre> + <p> + December 1917 + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE SPIRITUAL CONFLICT + </h2> + <h3> + Prophetic + </h3> + <p> + I am told when a gun is fired it recoils with almost as much force as + urges forward the projectile. It is the triumph of the military engineer + that he anticipates and provides for this recoil when designing the + weapon. Nations prepare for war, but do not, as the military engineer in + his sphere does, provide for the recoil on society. It is difficult to + foresee clearly what will happen. Possible changes in territory, economic + results, the effect on a social order receive consideration while war is + being waged. But how war may affect our intellectual and spiritual life is + not always apparent. Material victories are often spiritual defeats. + History has record of nationalities which were destroyed and causes whose + followers were overborne, yet they left their ideas behind them as a glory + in the air, and these incarnated anew in the minds of the conquerors. + Ideas are things which can only be conquered by a greater beauty or + intellectual power, and they are never more powerful than when they do not + come threatening us in alliance with physical forces. I have no doubt + there are many today who watch the cloud over Europe as we may imagine + some Israelite of old gazing on that awful cloudy pillar wherein was the + Lord, in hope or fear for some revelation of the spirit hidden in cloud + and fire. What idea is hidden in the fiery pillar which moves over Europe? + What form will it assume in its manifestation? How will it exercise + dominion over the spirit? Whatever idea is most powerful in the world must + draw to it the intellect and spirit of humanity, and it will be monarch + over their minds either by reason of their love or hate for it. It is more + true to say we must think of the most powerful than to say we must love + the highest, because even the blind can feel power, while it is rare to + have vision of high things. + </p> + <p> + A little over a century ago all the needles of being pointed to France. A + peculiar manifestation of the democratic idea had become the most powerful + thing in the world of moral forces. It went on multiplying images of + itself in men's minds through after generations; and, because thought, + like matter, is subject to the laws of action and reaction, which indeed + is the only safe basis for prophecy, this idea inevitably found itself + opposed by a contrary idea in the world. Today all the needles of being + point to Germany, where the apparition of the organized State is manifest + with every factor, force, and entity co-ordinated, so that the State might + move myriads and yet have the swift freedom of the athletic individual. + The idea that the State exists for the people is countered by the idea + that the individual exists for the State. France in a violent reaction + found itself dominated by a Caesar. Germany may find itself without a + Caesar, but with a social democracy. + </p> + <p> + But, if it does, will the idea Europe is fighting be conquered? Was the + French idea conquered either by the European confederation without or by + Napoleon within? It invaded men's minds everywhere; and in few countries + did the democratic ideas operate more powerfully than in these islands, + where the State was a most determined antagonist of their material + manifestations in France. The German idea has sufficient power to unite + the free minds of half the world against it. But is it not already + invading, and Will it not still more invade, the minds of rulers? All + Governments are august kinsmen of each other, and discreetly imitate each + other in policy where it may conduce to power or efficiency. The + efficiency of the highly organized State as a vehicle for the + manifestation of power must today be sinking into the minds of those who + guide the destinies of races. The State in these islands, before a year of + war has passed, has already assumed control over myriads of industrial + enterprises. The back-wash of great wars, their reaction within the + national being after prolonged effort, is social disturbance; and it seems + that the State will be unable easily, after this war, to relax its + autocratic power. There may come a time when it would be possible for it + to do so; but the habit of overlordship will have grown, there will be + many who will wish it to grow still more, and a thousand reasons can be + found why the mastery over national organizations should be relaxed but + little. The recoil on society after the war will be almost as powerful as + the energy expended in conflict; and our political engineers will have to + provide for the recoil. By the analogy of the French Revolution, by what + we see taking place today, it seems safe to prophesy that the State will + become more dominant over the lives of men than ever before. + </p> + <p> + In a quarter of a century there will hardly be anybody so obscure, so + isolated in his employment, that he will not, by the development of the + organized State, be turned round to face it and to recognize it as the + most potent factor in his life. From that it follows of necessity that + literature will be concerned more and more with the shaping of the + character of this Great Being. In free democracies, where the State + interferes little with the lives of men, the mood in literature tends to + become personal and subjective; the poets sing a solitary song about + nature, love, twilight, and the stars; the novelists deal with the lives + of private persons, enlarging individual liberties of action and thought. + Few concern themselves with the character of the State. But when it + strides in, an omnipresent overlord, organizing and directing life and + industry, then the individual imagination must be directed to that + collective life and power. For one writer today concerned with high + politics we may expect to find hundreds engaged in a passionate attempt to + create the new god in their own image. + </p> + <p> + This may seem a far-fetched speculation, but not to those who see how + through the centuries humanity has oscillated like a pendulum betwixt + opposing ideals. The greatest reactions have been from solidarity to + liberty and from liberty to solidarity. The religious solidarity of Europe + in the Middle Ages was broken by a passionate desire in the heart of + millions for liberty of thought. A reaction rarely, if ever, brings people + back to a pole deserted centuries before. The coming solidarity is the + domination of the State; and to speculate whether that again will be + broken up by a new religious movement would be to speculate without + utility. What we ought to realize is that these reactions take place + within one being, humanity, and indicate eternal desires of the soul. They + seem to urge on us the idea that there is a pleroma, or human fullness, in + which the opposites may be reconciled, and that the divine event to which + we are moving is a State in which there will be essential freedom combined + with an organic unity. At the last analysis are not all empires, + nationalities, and movements spiritual in their origin, beginning with + desires of the soul and externalizing themselves in immense manifestations + of energy in which the original will is often submerged and lost sight of? + If in their inception national ideals are spiritual, their final object + must also be spiritual, perhaps to make man a yet freer agent, but acting + out of a continual consciousness of his unity with humanity. The + discipline which the highly organized State imposes on its subjects + connects them continuously in thought to something greater than + themselves, and so ennobles the average man. The freedom which the policy + of other nations permits quickens intelligence and will. Each policy has + its own defects; with one a loss in individual initiative, with the other + self-absorption and a lower standard of citizenship or interest in + national affairs. The oscillations in society provide the corrective. + </p> + <p> + We are going to have our free individualism tempered by a more autocratic + action by the State. There are signs that with our enemy the moral power + which attracts the free to the source of their liberty is being + appreciated, and the policy which retained for Britain its Colonies and + secured their support in an hour of peril is contrasted with the policy of + the iron hand in Poland. Neither Germany nor Britain can escape being + impressed by the characteristics of the other in the shock of conflict. It + may seem a paradoxical outcome of the spiritual conflict Mr. Asquith + announced. But history is quick with such ironies. What we condemned in + others is the measure which is meted out to us. Indeed it might almost be + said that all war results in an exchange of characteristics, and if the + element of hatred is strong in the conflict it will certainly bring a + nation to every baseness of the foe it fights. Love and hate are alike in + this, that they change us into the image we contemplate. We grow nobly + like what we adore through love and ignobly like what we contemplate + through hate. It will be well for us if we remember that all our political + ideals are symbols of spiritual destinies. These clashings of solidarity + and freedom will enrich our spiritual life if we understand of the first + that our thirst for greatness, for the majesty of empire, is a symbol of + our final unity with a greater majesty, and if we remember of the second + that, as an old scripture said, "The universe exists for the purposes of + soul." + </p> + <p> + 1915 <a name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ON AN IRISH HILL + </h2> + <p> + It has been my dream for many years that I might at some time dwell in a + cabin on the hillside in this dear and living land of ours, and there I + would lay my head in the lap of a serene nature, and be on friendly terms + with the winds and mountains who hold enough of unexplored mystery and + infinitude to engage me at present. I would not dwell too far from men, + for above an enchanted valley, only a morning's walk from the city, is the + mountain of my dream. Here, between heaven and earth and my brothers, + there might come on me some foretaste of the destiny which the great + powers are shaping for us in this isle, the mingling of God and nature and + man in a being, one, yet infinite in number. Old tradition has it that + there was in our mysterious past such a union, a sympathy between man and + the elements so complete, that at every great deed of hero or king the + three swelling waves of Fohla responded: the wave of Toth, the wave of + Rury, and the long, slow, white, foaming wave of Cleena. O mysterious + kinsmen, would that today some deed great enough could call forth the + thunder of your response once again! But perhaps he is now rocked in his + cradle who will hereafter rock you into joyous foam. + </p> + <p> + The mountain which I praise has not hitherto been considered one of the + sacred places in Eire, no glittering tradition hangs about it as a lure + and indeed I would not have it considered as one in any special sense + apart from its companions, but I take it here as a type of what any high + place in nature may become for us if well loved; a haunt of deep peace, a + spot where the Mother lays aside veil after veil, until at last the great + Spirit seems in brooding gentleness to be in the boundless fields alone. I + am not inspired by that brotherhood which does not overflow with love into + the being of the elements, not hail in them the same spirit as that which + calls us with so many pathetic and loving voices from the lives of men. So + I build my dream cabin in hope of its wider intimacy: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + A cabin on the mountain side hid in a grassy nook, + With door and windows open wide, where friendly stars may look; + The rabbit shy can patter in; the winds may enter free + Who throng around the mountain throne in living ecstasy. + And when the sun sets dimmed in eve and purple fills the air, + I think the sacred Hazel Tree is dropping berries there + From starry fruitage waved aloft where Connla's well o'er-flows: + For sure the immortal waters pour through every wind that blows. + I think when night towers up aloft and shakes the trembling dew, + How every high and lonely thought that thrills my being through + Is but a shining berry dropped down through the purple air, + And from the magic tree of life the fruit falls everywhere. +</pre> + <p> + The Sacred Hazel was the Celtic branch of the Tree of Life; its scarlet + nuts gave wisdom and inspiration; and fed on this ethereal fruit, the + ancient Gael grew to greatness. Though today none eat of the fruit or + drink the purple flood welling from Connla's fountain, I think that the + fire which still kindles the Celtic races was flashed into their blood in + that magical time, and is our heritage from the Druidic past. It is still + here, the magic and mystery: it lingers in the heart of a people to whom + their neighbors of another world are frequent visitors in the spirit and + over-shadowers of reverie and imagination. + </p> + <p> + The earth here remembers her past, and to bring about its renewal she + whispers with honeyed entreaty and lures with bewitching glamour. At this + mountain I speak of it was that our greatest poet, the last and most + beautiful voice of Eire, first found freedom in song, so he tells me: and + it was the pleading for a return to herself that this mysterious nature + first fluted through his lips: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Come away, O human child, + To the Woods and waters wild + With a faery hand in hand: +</pre> + <p> + For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. + </p> + <p> + Away! yes, yes; to wander on and on under star-rich skies, ever getting + deeper into the net, the love that will not let us rest, the peace above + the desire of love. The village lights in heaven and earth, each with + their own peculiar hint of home, draw us hither and thither, where it + matters not, so the voice calls and the heart-light burns. + </p> + <p> + Some it leads to the crowded ways; some it draws apart: and the Light + knows, and not any other, the need and the way. + </p> + <p> + If you ask me what has the mountain to do with these inspirations, and + whether the singer would not anywhere out of his own soul have made an + equal song, I answer to the latter, I think not. In these lofty places the + barrier between the sphere of light and the sphere of darkness are + fragile, and the continual ecstasy of the high air communicates itself, + and I have also heard from others many tales of things seen and heard here + which show that the races of the Sidhe are often present. Some have seen + below the mountain a blazing heart of light, others have heard the Musical + beating of a heart, of faery bells, or aerial clashings, and the + heart-beings have also spoken; so it has gathered around itself its own + traditions of spiritual romance and adventures of the soul. + </p> + <p> + Let no one call us dreamers when the mind is awake. If we grew forgetful + and felt no more the bitter human struggle—yes. But if we bring to + it the hope and courage of those who are assured of the nearby presence + and encircling love of the great powers? I would bring to my mountain the + weary spirits who are obscured in the fetid city where life decays into + rottenness; and call thither those who are in doubt, the pitiful and + trembling hearts who are skeptic of any hope, and place them where the + dusky vapors of their thought might dissolve in the inner light, and their + doubts vanish on the mountain top where the earthbreath streams away to + the vast, when the night glows like a seraph, and the spirit is beset by + the evidence of a million of suns to the grandeur of the nature wherein it + lives and whose destiny must be its also. + </p> + <p> + After all, is not this longing but a search for ourselves, and where shall + we find ourselves at last? Not in this land nor wrapped in these garments + of an hour, but wearing the robes of space whither these voices out of the + illimitable allure us, now with love, and anon with beauty or power. In + our past the mighty ones came glittering across the foam of the mystic + waters and brought their warriors away. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps, and this also is my hope, they may again return; Manannan, on his + ocean-sweeping boat, a living creature, diamond-winged, or Lu, bright as + the dawn, on his fiery steed, manned with tumultuous flame, or some + hitherto unknown divinity may stand suddenly by me on the hill, and hold + out the Silver Branch with white blossoms from the Land of Youth, and stay + me ere I depart with the sung call as of old: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Tarry thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight's glory + Gay are the hills with song: earth's faery children leave + More dim abodes to roam the primrose-hearted eve, + Opening their glimmering lips to breathe some wondrous story. + Hush, not a whisper! Let your heart alone go dreaming. + Dream unto dream may pass: deep in the heart alone + Murmurs the Mighty One his solemn undertone. + Canst thou not see adown the silver cloudland streaming + Rivers of faery light, dewdrop on dewdrop falling, + Starfire of silver flames, lighting the dark beneath? + And what enraptured hosts burn on the dusky heath! + Come thou away with them for Heaven to Earth is calling. + These are Earth's voice—her answer—spirits thronging. + Come to the Land of Youth: the trees grown heavy there + Drop on the purple wave the starry fruit they bear. + Drink! the immortal waters quench the spirit's longing. + Art thou not now, bright one, all sorrow past, in elation, + Filled with wild joy, grown brother-hearted with the vast, + Whither thy spirit wending flits the dim stars past + Unto the Light of Lights in burning adoration. +</pre> + <p> + 1896 <a name="link2H_4_0020" id="link2H_4_0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + RELIGION AND LOVE + </h2> + <p> + I have often wondered whether there is not something wrong in our + religious systems in that the same ritual, the same doctrines, the same + aspirations are held to be sufficient both for men and women. The tendency + everywhere is to obliterate distinctions, and if a woman be herself she is + looked upon unkindly. She rarely understands our metaphysics, and she + gazes on the expounder of the mystery of the Logos with enigmatic eyes + which reveal the enchantment of another divinity. The ancients were wiser + than we in this, for they had Aphrodite and Hera and many another form of + the Mighty Mother who bestowed on women their peculiar graces and powers. + Surely no girl in ancient Greece ever sent up to all-pervading Zeus a + prayer that her natural longings might be fulfilled; but we may be sure + that to Aphrodite came many such prayers. The deities we worship today are + too austere for women to approach with their peculiar desires, and indeed + in Ireland the largest number of our people do not see any necessity for + love-making at all, or what connection spiritual powers have with the + affections. A girl, without repining, will follow her four-legged dowry to + the house of a man she may never have spoken twenty words to before her + marriage. We praise our women for their virtue, but the general acceptance + of the marriage as arranged shows so unemotional, so undesirable a + temperament, that it is not to be wondered at. One wonders was there + temptation. + </p> + <p> + What the loss to the race may be it is impossible to say, but it is true + that beautiful civilizations are built up by the desire of man to give his + beloved all her desires. Where there is no beloved, but only a + housekeeper, there are no beautiful fancies to create the beautiful arts, + no spiritual protest against the mean dwelling, no hunger build the world + anew for her sake. Aphrodite is outcast and with her many of the other + immortals have also departed. The home life in Ireland is probably more + squalid than with any other people equally prosperous in Europe. The + children begotten without love fill more and more the teeming asylums. We + are without art; literature is despised; we have few of those industries + which spring up in other countries in response to the desire of woman to + make gracious influences pervade the home of her partner, a desire to + which man readily yields, and toils to satisfy if he loves truly. The + desire for beauty has come almost to be regarded as dangerous, if not + sinful; and the woman who is still the natural child of the Great Mother + and priestess of the mysteries, if she betray the desire to exercise her + divinely-given powers, if there be enchantment in her eyes and her laugh, + and if she bewilder too many men, is in our latest code of morals + distinctly an evil influence. The spirit, melted and tortured with love, + which does not achieve its earthly desire, is held to have wasted its + strength, and the judgment which declares the life to be wrecked is + equally severe on that which caused this wild conflagration in the heart. + But the end of life is not comfort but divine being. We do not regard the + life which closed in the martyr's fire as ended ignobly. The spiritual + philosophy which separates human emotions and ideas, and declares some to + be secular and others spiritual, is to blame. There is no meditation which + if prolonged will not bring us to the same world where religion would + carry us, and if a flower in the wall will lead us to all knowledge, so + the understanding of the peculiar nature of one half of humanity will + bring us far on our journey to the sacred deep. I believe it was this wise + understanding which in the ancient world declared the embodied spirit in + man to be influenced more by the Divine Mind and in woman by the Mighty + Mother, by which nature in its spiritual aspect was understood. In this + philosophy, Boundless Being, when manifested, revealed itself in two forms + of life, spirit and substance; and the endless evolution of its divided + rays had as its root impulse the desire to return to that boundless being. + By many ways blindly or half consciously the individual life strives to + regain its old fullness. The spirit seeks union with nature to pass from + the life of vision into Pure being; and nature, conscious that its grosser + forms are impermanent, is for ever dissolving and leading its votary to a + more distant shrine. "Nature is timid like a woman," declares an Indian + scripture. "She reveals herself shyly and withdraws again." All this + metaphysic will not appear out of place if we regard women as influenced + beyond herself and her conscious life for spiritual ends. I do not enter a + defense of the loveless coquette, but the woman who has a natural delight + in awakening love in men is priestess of a divinity than which there is + none mightier among the rulers of the heavens. Through her eyes, her + laugh, in all her motions, there is expressed more than she is conscious + of herself. The Mighty Mother through the woman is kindling a symbol of + herself in the spirit, and through that symbol she breathes her secret + life into the heart, so that it is fed from within and is drawn to + herself. We remember that with Dante, the image of a woman became at last + the purified vesture of his spirit through which the mysteries were + revealed. We are for ever making our souls with effort and pain, and + shaping them into images which reveal or are voiceless according to their + degree; and the man whose spirit has been obsessed by a beauty so long + brooded upon that he has almost become that which he contemplated, owes + much to the woman who may never be his; and if he or the world understood + aright, he has no cause of complaint. It is the essentially irreligious + spirit of Ireland which has come to regard love as an unnecessary emotion + and the mingling of the sexes as dangerous. For it is a curious thing that + while we commonly regard ourselves as the most religious people in Europe, + the reverse is probably true. The country which has never produced + spiritual thinkers or religious teachers of whom men have heard if we + except Berkeley and perhaps the remote Johannes Scotus Erigena, cannot + pride itself on its spiritual achievement; and it might seem even more + paradoxical, but I think it would be almost equally true, to say that the + first spiritual note in our literature was struck when a poet generally + regarded as pagan wrote it as the aim of his art to reveal— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + In all poor foolish things that live a day + Eternal beauty wandering on her way. +</pre> + <p> + The heavens do not declare the glory of God any more than do shining eyes, + nor the firmament show His handiwork more than the woven wind of hair, for + these were wrought with no lesser love than set the young stars swimming + in seas of joyous and primeval air. If we drink in the beauty of the night + or the mountains, it is deemed to be praise of the Maker, but if we show + an equal adoration of the beauty of man or woman, it is dangerous, it is + almost wicked. Of course it is dangerous; and without danger there is no + passage to eternal things. There is the valley of the shadow beside the + pathway of light, and it always will be there, and the heavens will never + be entered by those who shrink from it. Spirituality is the power of + apprehending formless spiritual essences, of seeing the eternal in the + transitory, and in the things which are seen the unseen things of which + they are the shadow. I call Mr. Yeats' poetry spiritual when it declares, + as in the lines I quoted, that there is no beauty so trivial that it is + not the shadow of the Eternal Beauty. A country is religious where it is + common belief that all things are instinct with divinity, and where the + love between man and woman is seen as a symbol, the highest we have, of + the union of spirit and nature, and their final blending in the boundless + being. For this reason the lightest desires even, the lightest graces of + women have a philosophical value for what suggestions they bring us of the + divinity behind them. + </p> + <p> + As men and women feel themselves more and more to be sharers of universal + aims, they will contemplate in each other and in themselves that aspect of + the boundless being under whose influence they are cast, and will appeal + to it for understanding and power. Time, which is for ever bringing back + the old and renewing it, may yet bring back to us some counterpart of + Aphrodite or Hera as they were understood by the most profound thinkers of + the ancient world; and women may again have her temples and her mysteries, + and renew again her radiant life at its fountain, and feel that in seeking + for beauty she is growing more into her own ancestral being, and that in + its shining forth she is giving to man, as he may give to her, something + of that completeness of spirit of which it is written, "neither is the man + without the woman nor the woman without the man in the Highest." + </p> + <p> + It may seem strange that what is so clear should require statement, but it + is only with a kind of despair the man or woman of religious mind can + contemplate the materialism of our thought about life. It is not our + natural heritage from the past, for the bardic poetry shows that a heaven + lay about us in the mystical childhood of our race, and a supernatural + original was often divined for the great hero, or the beautiful woman. All + this perception has withered away, for religion has become observance of + rule and adherence to doctrine. The first steps to the goal have been made + sufficient in themselves; but religion is useless unless it has a + transforming power, unless it is able "to turn fishermen into divines," + and make the blind see and the deaf hear. They are no true teachers who + cannot rise beyond the world of sense and darkness and awaken the links + within us from earth to heaven, who cannot see within the heart what are + its needs, and who have not the power to open the poor blind eyes and + touch the ears that have heard no sound of the heavenly harmonies. Our + clergymen do their best to deliver us from what they think is evil, but do + not lead us into the Kingdom. They forget that the faculties cannot be + spiritualized by restraint but in use, and that the greatest evil of all + is not to be able to see the divine everywhere, in life and love no less + than in the solemn architecture of the spheres. In the free play of the + beautiful and natural human relations lie the greatest possibilities of + spiritual development, for heaven is not prayer nor praise but the + fullness of life, which is only divined through the richness and variety + of life on earth. There is a certain infinitude in the emotions of love, + tenderness, pity, joy, and all that is begotten in love, and this + limitless character of the emotions has never received the philosophical + consideration which is due to it, for even laughter may be considered + solemnly, and gaiety and joy in us are the shadowy echoes of that joy + spoken of the radiant Morning Stars, and there is not an emotion in man or + woman which has not, however perverted and muddied in its coming, in some + way flowed from the first fountain. We are no more divided from + supernature than we are from our own bodies, and where the life of man or + woman is naturally most intense it most naturally overflows and mingles + with the subtler and more lovely world within. If religion has no word to + say upon this it is incomplete, and we wander in the narrow circle of + prayers and praise, wondering all the while what is it we are praising God + for, because we feel so melancholy and lifeless. Dante had a place in his + Inferno for the joyless souls, and if his conception be true the + population of that circle will be largely modern Irish. A reaction against + this conventional restraint is setting in, and the needs of life will + perhaps in the future no longer be violated as they are today; and since + it is the pent-up flood of the joy which ought to be in life which is + causing this reaction, and since there is a divine root in it, it is + difficult to say where it might not carry us; I hope into some renewal of + ancient conceptions of the fundamental purpose of womanhood and its + relations to Divine Nature, and that from the temples where woman may be + instructed she will come forth, with strength in her to resist all + pleading until the lover worship in her a divine womanhood, and that + through their love the divided portions of the immortal nature may come + together and be one as before the beginning of worlds. + </p> + <p> + 1904 <a name="link2H_4_0021" id="link2H_4_0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE RENEWAL OF YOUTH + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + I am a part of all that I have met; + Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' + Gleams that untravel'd world..... + Come, my friends, + 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. + —Ulysses +</pre> + <p> + I. + </p> + <p> + Humanity is no longer the child it was at the beginning of the world. The + spirit which prompted by some divine intent, flung itself long ago into a + vague, nebulous, drifting nature, though it has endured through many + periods of youth, maturity, and age, has yet had its own transformations. + Its gay, wonderful childhood gave way, as cycle after cycle coiled itself + into slumber, to more definite purposes, and now it is old and burdened + with experiences. It is not an age that quenches its fire, but it will not + renew again the activities which gave it wisdom. And so it comes that men + pause with a feeling which they translate into weariness of life before + the accustomed joys and purposes of their race. They wonder at the spell + which induced their fathers to plot and execute deeds which seem to them + to have no more meaning than a whirl of dust. But their fathers had this + weariness also and concealed it from each other in fear, for it meant the + laying aside of the sceptre, the toppling over of empires, the chilling of + the household warmth, and all for a voice whose inner significance + revealed itself but to one or two among myriads. + </p> + <p> + The spirit has hardly emerged from the childhood with which nature clothes + it afresh at every new birth, when the disparity between the garment and + the wearer becomes manifest: the little tissue of joys and dreams woven + about it is found inadequate for shelter: it trembles exposed to the winds + blowing out of the unknown. We linger at twilight with some companion, + still glad, contented, and in tune with the nature which fills the + orchards with blossom and sprays the hedges with dewy blooms. The laughing + lips give utterance to wishes—ours until that moment. Then the + spirit, without warning, suddenly falls into immeasurable age: a + sphinx-like face looks at us: our lips answer, but far from the region of + elemental being we inhabit, they syllable in shadowy sound, out of old + usage, the response, speaking of a love and a hope which we know have + vanished from us for evermore. So hour by hour the scourge of the infinite + drives us out of every nook and corner of life we find pleasant. And this + always takes place when all is fashioned to our liking: then into our + dream strides the wielder of the lightning: we get glimpses of a world + beyond us thronged with mighty, exultant beings: our own deeds become + infinitesimal to us: the colors of our imagination, once so shining, grow + pale as the living lights of God glow upon them. We find a little honey in + the heart which we make sweeter for some one, and then another Lover, + whose forms are legion, sighs to us out of its multitudinous being: we + know that the old love is gone. There is a sweetness in song or in the + cunning re-imaging of the beauty we see; but the Magician of the Beautiful + whispers to us of his art, how we were with him when he laid the + foundations of the world, and the song is unfinished, the fingers grow + listless. As we receive these intimations of age our very sins become + negative: we are still pleased if a voice praises us, but we grow + lethargic in enterprises where the spur to activity is fame or the + acclamation of men. At some point in the past we may have struggled + mightily for the sweet incense which men offer to a towering personality; + but the infinite is for ever within man: we sighed for other worlds and + found that to be saluted as victor by men did not mean acceptance by the + gods. + </p> + <p> + But the placing of an invisible finger upon our lips when we would speak, + the heart-throb of warning where we would love, that we grow contemptuous + of the prizes of life, does not mean that the spirit has ceased from its + labors, that the high-built beauty of the spheres is to topple mistily + into chaos, as a mighty temple in the desert sinks into the sand, watched + only by a few barbarians too feeble to renew its ancient pomp and the + ritual of its once shining congregations. Before we, who were the bright + children of the dawn, may return as the twilight race into the silence, + our purpose must be achieved, we have to assume mastery over that nature + which now overwhelms us, driving into the Fire-fold the flocks of stars + and wandering fires. Does it seem very vast and far away? Do you sigh at + the long, long time? Or does it appear hopeless to you who perhaps return + with trembling feet evening after evening from a little labor? But it is + behind all these things that the renewal takes place, when love and grief + are dead; when they loosen their hold on the spirit and it sinks back into + itself, looking out on the pitiful plight of those who, like it, are the + weary inheritors of so great destinies: then a tenderness which is the + most profound quality of its being springs up like the outraying of the + dawn, and if in that mood it would plan or execute it knows no weariness, + for it is nourished from the First Fountain. As for these feeble children + of the once glorious spirits of the dawn, only a vast hope can arouse them + from so vast a despair, for the fire will not invigorate them for the + repetition of petty deeds but only for the eternal enterprise, the war in + heaven, that conflict between Titan and Zeus which is part of the + never-ending struggle of the human spirit to assert its supremacy over + nature. We, who he crushed by this mountain nature piled above us, must + arise again, unite to storm the heavens and sit on the seats of the + mighty. + </p> + <p> + II. + </p> + <p> + We speak out of too petty a spirit to each other; the true poems, said + Whitman: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Bring none to his or to her terminus or to be content and full, + Whom they take they take into space to behold the birth of stars, + to learn one of the meanings, + To launch off with absolute faith, to sweep through the ceaseless + rings and never be quiet again. +</pre> + <p> + Here is inspiration—the voice of the soul. Every word which really + inspires is spoken as if the Golden Age had never passed. The great + teachers ignore the personal identity and speak to the eternal pilgrim. + Too often the form or surface far removed from beauty makes us falter, and + we speak to that form and the soul is not stirred. But an equal temper + arouses it. To whoever hails in it the lover, the hero, the magician, it + will respond, but not to him who accosts it in the name and style of its + outer self. How often do we not long to break through the veils which + divide us from some one, but custom, convention, or a fear of being + misunderstood prevent us, and so the moment passes whose heat might have + burned through every barrier. Out with it—out with it, the hidden + heart, the love that is voiceless, the secret tender germ of an infinite + forgiveness. That speaks to the heart. That pierces through many a vesture + of the Soul. Our companion struggles in some labyrinth of passion. We help + him, we, think, with ethic and moralities. + </p> + <p> + Ah, very well they are; well to know and to keep, but wherefore? For their + own sake? No, but that the King may arise in his beauty. We write that in + letters, in books, but to the face of the fallen who brings back + remembrance? Who calls him by his secret name? Let a man but feel for what + high cause is his battle, for what is his cyclic labor, and a warrior who + is invincible fights for him and he draws upon divine powers. Our attitude + to man and to nature, expressed or not, has something of the effect of + ritual, of evocation. As our aspiration so is our inspiration. We believe + in life universal, in a brotherhood which links the elements to man, and + makes the glow-worm feel far off something of the rapture of the seraph + hosts. Then we go out into the living world, and what influences pour + through us! We are "at league with the stones of the field." The winds of + the world blow radiantly upon us as in the early time. We feel wrapt about + with love, with an infinite tenderness that caresses us. Alone in our + rooms as we ponder, what sudden abysses of light open within us! The Gods + are so much nearer than we dreamed. We rise up intoxicated with the + thought, and reel out seeking an equal companionship under the great night + and the stars. + </p> + <p> + Let us get near to realities. We read too much. We think of that which is + "the goal, the Comforter, the Lord, the Witness, the resting-place, the + asylum, and the Friend." Is it by any of these dear and familiar names? + The soul of the modern mystic is becoming a mere hoarding-place for + uncomely theories. He creates an uncouth symbolism, and blinds his soul + within with names drawn from the Kabala or ancient Sanskrit, and makes + alien to himself the intimate powers of his spirit, things which in truth + are more his than the beatings of his heart. Could we not speak of them in + our own tongue, and the language of today will be as sacred as any of the + past. From the Golden One, the child of the divine, comes a voice to its + shadow. It is stranger to our world, aloof from our ambitions, with a + destiny not here to be fulfilled. It says: "You are of dust while I am + robed in opalescent airs. You dwell in houses of clay, I in a temple not + made by hands. I will not go with thee, but thou must come with me." And + not alone is the form of the divine aloof but the spirit behind the form. + It is called the Goal truly, but it has no ending. It is the Comforter, + but it waves away our joys and hopes like the angel with the flaming + sword. Though it is the Resting-place, it stirs to all heroic strife, to + outgoing, to conquest. It is the Friend indeed, but it will not yield to + our desires. Is it this strange, unfathomable self we think to know, and + awaken to, by what is written, or by study of it as so many planes of + consciousness? But in vain we store the upper chambers of the mind with + such quaint furniture of thought. No archangel makes his abode therein. + They abide only in the shining. No wonder that the Gods do not incarnate. + We cannot say we do pay reverence to these awful powers. We repulse the + living truth by our doubts and reasonings. We would compel the Gods to + fall in with our petty philosophy rather than trust in the heavenly + guidance. Ah, to think of it, those dread deities, the divine Fires, to be + so enslaved! We have not comprehended the meaning of the voice which cried + "Prepare ye the way of the Lord," or this, "Lift up your heads, O ye + gates. Be ye lifted up, ye everlasting doors, and the King of Glory shall + come in." Nothing that we read is useful unless it calls up living things + in the soul. To read a mystic book truly is to invoke the powers. If they + do not rise up plumed and radiant, the apparitions of spiritual things, + then is our labor barren. We only encumber the mind with useless symbols. + They knew better ways long ago. "Master of the Green-waving + Planisphere,... Lord of the Azure Expanse,... it is thus we invoke," cried + the magicians of old. + </p> + <p> + And us, let us invoke them with joy, let us call upon them with love, the + Light we hail, or the Divine Darkness we worship with silent breath. That + silence cries aloud to the Gods. Then they will approach us. Then we may + learn that speech of many colors, for they will not speak in our mortal + tongue; they will not answer to the names of men. Their names are rainbow + glories. Yet these are mysteries, and they cannot be reasoned out or + argued over. We cannot speak truly of them from report, or description, or + from what another has written. A relation to the thing in itself alone is + our warrant, and this means we must set aside our intellectual + self-sufficiency and await guidance. It will surely come to those who wait + in trust, a glow, a heat in the heart announcing the awakening of the + Fire. And, as it blows with its mystic breath into the brain, there is a + hurtling of visions, a brilliance of lights, a sound as of great waters + vibrant and musical in their flowing, and murmurs from a single yet + multitudinous being. In such a mood, when the far becomes near, the + strange familiar, and the infinite possible, he wrote from whose words we + get the inspiration: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + To launch off with absolute faith, to sweep through the + ceaseless rings + and never be quiet again. +</pre> + <p> + Such a faith and such an unrest be ours: faith which is mistrust of the + visible; unrest which is full of a hidden surety and reliance. We, when we + fall into pleasant places, rest and dream our strength away. Before every + enterprise and adventure of the soul we calculate in fear our power to do. + But remember, "Oh, disciple, in thy work for thy brother thou hast many + allies; in the winds, in the air, in all the voices of the silent shore." + These are the far-wandered powers of our own nature, and they turn again + home at our need. We came out of the Great Mother-Life for the purposes of + soul. Are her darlings forgotten where they darkly wander and strive? + Never. Are not the lives of all her heroes proof? Though they seem to + stand alone the eternal Mother keeps watch on them, and voices far away + and unknown to them before arise in passionate defense, and hearts beat + warm to help them. Aye, if we could look within we would see vast nature + stirred on their behalf, and institutions shaken, until the truth they + fight for triumphs, and they pass, and a wake of glory ever widening + behind them trails down the ocean of the years. + </p> + <p> + Thus the warrior within us works, or, if we choose to phrase it so, it is + the action of the spiritual will. Shall we not, then, trust in it and face + the unknown, defiant and fearless of its dangers. Though we seem to go + alone to the high, the lonely, the pure, we need not despair. Let no one + bring to this task the mood of the martyr or of one who thinks he + sacrifices something. Yet let all who will come. Let them enter the path, + facing all things in life and death with a mood at once gay and reverent, + as beseems those who are immortal—who are children today, but whose + hands tomorrow may grasp the sceptre, sitting down with the Gods as equals + and companions. "What a man thinks, that he is: that is the old secret." + In this self-conception lies the secret of life, the way of escape and + return. We have imagined ourselves into littleness, darkness, and + feebleness. We must imagine ourselves into greatness. "If thou wilt not + equal thyself to God thou canst not understand God. The like is only + intelligible by the like." In some moment of more complete imagination the + thought-born may go forth and look on the ancient Beauty. So it was in the + mysteries long ago, and may well be today. The poor dead shadow was laid + to sleep, forgotten in its darkness, as the fiery power, mounting from + heart to head, went forth in radiance. Not then did it rest, nor ought we. + The dim worlds dropped behind it, the lights of earth disappeared as it + neared the heights of the immortals. There was One seated on a throne, One + dark and bright with ethereal glory. It arose in greeting. The radiant + figure laid its head against the breast which grew suddenly golden, and + Father and Son vanished in that which has no place or name. + </p> + <p> + III. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Who are exiles? as for me + Where beneath the diamond dome + Lies the light on hills or tree + There my palace is and home. +</pre> + <p> + We are outcasts from Deity, therefore we defame the place of our exile. + But who is there may set apart his destiny from the earth which bore him? + I am one of those who would bring back the old reverence for the Mother, + the magic, the love. I think, metaphysician, you have gone astray. You + would seek within yourself for the fountain of life. Yes, there is the + true, the only light. But do not dream it will lead you farther away from + the earth, but rather deeper into its' heart. By it you are nourished with + those living waters you would drink. You are yet in the womb and unborn, + and the Mother breathes for you the diviner airs. Dart out your farthest + ray of thought to the original, and yet you have not found a new path of + your own. Your ray is still enclosed in the parent ray, and only on the + sidereal streams are you borne to the freedom of the deep, to the sacred + stars whose distance maddens, and to the lonely Light of Lights. + </p> + <p> + Let us, therefore, accept the conditions and address ourselves with + wonder, with awe, with love, as we well may, to that being in whom we + move. I abate no jot of those vaster hopes, yet I would pursue that ardent + aspiration, content as to here and today. I do not believe in a nature red + with tooth and claw. If indeed she appears so terrible to any it is + because they themselves have armed her. Again, behind the anger of the + Gods there is a love. Are the rocks barren? Lay your brow against them and + learn what memories they keep. Is the brown earth unbeautiful? Yet lie on + the breast of the Mother and you shall be aureoled with the dews of faery. + The earth is the entrance to the Halls of Twilight. What emanations are + those that make radiant the dark woods of pine! Round every leaf and tree + and over all the mountains wave the fiery tresses of that hidden sun which + is the soul of the earth and parent of your soul. But we think of these + things no longer. Like the prodigal we have wandered far from our home, + but no more return. We idly pass or wait as strangers in the halls our + spirit built. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Sad or fain no more to live? + I have pressed the lips of pain + With the kisses lovers give + Ransomed ancient powers again. +</pre> + <p> + I would raise this shrinking soul to a universal acceptance. What! does it + aspire to the All, and yet deny by its revolt and inner test the justice + of Law? From sorrow we take no less and no more than from our joys. If the + one reveals to the soul the mode by which the power overflows and fills it + here, the other indicates to it the unalterable will which checks excess + and leads it on to true proportion and its own ancestral ideal. Yet men + seem for ever to fly from their destiny of inevitable beauty; because of + delay the power invites and lures no longer but goes out into the highways + with a hand of iron. We look back cheerfully enough upon those old trials + out of which we have passed; but we have gleaned only an aftermath of + wisdom, and missed the full harvest if the will has not risen royally at + the moment in unison with the will of the Immortal, even though it comes + rolled round with terror and suffering and strikes at the heart of clay. + </p> + <p> + Through all these things, in doubt, despair, poverty, sick, feeble, or + baffled, we have yet to learn reliance. "I will not leave thee or forsake + thee" are the words of the most ancient spirit to the spark wandering in + the immensity of its own being. This high courage brings with it a vision. + It sees the true intent in all circumstance out of which its own emerges + to meet it. Before it the blackness melts into forms of beauty, and back + of all illusions is seen the old enchanter tenderly smiling, the dark, + hidden Father enveloping his children. + </p> + <p> + All things have their compensations. For what is absent here there is + always, if we seek, a nobler presence about us. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Captive, see what stars give light + In the hidden heart of clay: + At their radiance dark and bright + Fades the dreamy King of Day. +</pre> + <p> + We complain of conditions, but this very imperfection it is which urges us + to arise and seek for the Isles of the Immortals. What we lack recalls the + fullness. The soul has seen a brighter day than this and a sun which never + sets. Hence the retrospect: "Thou hast been in Eden the garden of God; + every precious stone was thy covering, the sardius, topaz, and the + diamond, the beryl, the onyx, the jasper, the sapphire, emerald.... Thou + wast upon the holy mountain of God; thou hast walked up and down in the + midst of the stones of fire." We would point out these radiant avenues of + return; but sometimes we feel in our hearts that we sound but cockney + voices as guides amid the ancient temples, the cyclopean crypts sanctified + by the mysteries. To be intelligible we replace the opalescent shining by + the terms of the scientist, and we prate of occult physiology in the same + breath with the Most High. Yet when the soul has the divine vision it + knows not it has a body. Let it remember, and the breath of glory kindles + it no more; it is once again a captive. After all it does not make the + mysteries clearer to speak in physical terms and do violence to our + intuitions. If we ever use these centres, as fires we shall see them, or + they shall well up within us as fountains of potent sound. We may satisfy + people's mind with a sense correspondence, and their souls may yet hold + aloof. We shall only inspire by the magic of a superior beauty. Yet this + too has its dangers. "Thou hast corrupted thy wisdom by reason of thy + brightness," continues the seer. If we follow too much the elusive beauty + of form we will miss the spirit. The last secrets are for those who + translate vision into being. Does the glory fade away before you? Say + truly in your heart, "I care not. I will wear the robes I am endowed with + today." You are already become beautiful, being beyond desire and free. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Night and day no more eclipse + Friendly eyes that on us shine, + Speech from old familiar lips. + Playmates of a youth divine. +</pre> + <p> + To childhood once again. We must regain the lost state. But it is to the + giant and spiritual childhood of the young immortals we must return, when + into their dear and translucent souls first fell the rays of the + father-beings. The men of old were intimates of wind and wave and + playmates of many a brightness long since forgotten. The rapture of the + fire was their rest; their out-going was still consciously through + universal being. By darkened images we may figure something vaguely akin, + as when in rare moments under the stars the big dreamy heart of childhood + is pervaded with quiet and brimmed full with love. Dear children of the + world, so tired today—so weary seeking after the light. Would you + recover strength and immortal vigor? Not one star alone, your star, shall + shed its happy light upon you, but the All you must adore. Something + intimate, secret, unspeakable, akin to thee, will emerge silently, + insensibly, and ally itself with thee as thou gatherest thyself from the + four quarters of the earth. We shall go back to the world of the dawn, but + to a brighter light than that which opened up this wondrous story of the + cycles. The forms of elder years will reappear in our vision, the + father-beings once again. So we shall grow at home amid these grandeurs, + and with that All-Presence about us may cry in our hearts, "At last is our + meeting, Immortal. O starry one, now is our rest!" + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Come away, oh, come away; + We will quench the heart's desire + Past the gateways of the day + In the rapture of the fire. +</pre> + <p> + 1896 <a name="link2H_4_0022" id="link2H_4_0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE HERO IN MAN + </h2> + <p> + I. + </p> + <p> + There sometimes comes on us a mood of strange reverence for people and + things which in less contemplative hours we hold to be unworthy; and in + such moments we may set side by side the head of the Christ and the head + of an outcast, and there is an equal radiance around each, which makes of + the darker face a shadow and is itself a shadow around the head of light. + We feel a fundamental unity of purpose in their presence here, and would + as willingly pay homage to the one who has fallen as to him who has become + a master of life. I know that immemorial order decrees that the laurel + crown be given only to the victor, but in these moments I speak of a + profound intuition changes the decree and sets the aureole on both alike. + </p> + <p> + We feel such deep pity for the fallen that there must needs be a justice + in it, for these diviner feelings are wiser in themselves and do not + vaguely arise. They are lights from the Father. A justice lies in + uttermost pity and forgiveness, even when we seem to ourselves to be most + deeply wronged, or why is it that the awakening of resentment or hate + brings such swift contrition? We are ever self-condemned, and the dark + thought which went forth in us brooding revenge, when suddenly smitten by + the light, withdraws and hides within itself in awful penitence. In asking + myself why is it that the meanest are safe from our condemnation when we + sit on the true seat of judgment in the heart, it seemed to me that their + shield was the sense we have of a nobility hidden in them under the cover + of ignoble things; that their present darkness was the result of some too + weighty heroic labor undertaken long ago by the human spirit, that it was + the consecration of past purpose which played with such a tender light + about their ruined lives, and it was more pathetic because this nobleness + was all unknown to the fallen, and the heroic cause of so much pain was + forgotten in life's prison-house. + </p> + <p> + While feeling the service to us of the great ethical ideal which have been + formulated by men I think that the idea of justice intellectually + conceived tends to beget a certain hardness of heart. It is true that men + have done wrong—hence their pain; but back of all this there is + something infinitely soothing, a light that does not wound, which says no + harsh thing, even although the darkest of the spirits turns to it in its + agony, for the darkest of human spirits has still around him this first + glory which shines from a deeper being within, whose history may be told + as the legend of the Hero in Man. + </p> + <p> + Among the many immortals with whom ancient myth peopled the spiritual + spheres of humanity are some figures which draw to themselves a more + profound tenderness than the rest. Not Aphrodite rising in beauty from the + faery foam of the first seas, not Apollo with sweetest singing, laughter, + and youth, not the wielder of the lightning could exact the reverence + accorded to the lonely Titan chained on the mountain, or to that bowed + figure heavy with the burden of the sins of the world; for the brighter + divinities had no part in the labor of man, no such intimate relation with + the wherefore of his own existence so full of struggle. The more radiant + figures are prophecies to him of his destiny, but the Titan and the Christ + are a revelation of his more immediate state; their giant sorrows + companion his own, and in contemplating them he awakens what is noblest in + his own nature; or, in other words, in understanding their divine heroism + he understands himself. For this in truth it seems to me to mean: all + knowledge is a revelation of the self to the self, and our deepest + comprehension of the seemingly apart divine is also our farthest inroad to + self-knowledge; Prometheus, Christ, are in every heart; the story of one + is the story of all; the Titan and the Crucified are humanity. + </p> + <p> + If, then, we consider them as representing the human spirit and + disentangle from the myths their meaning, we shall find that whatever + reverence is due to that heroic love, which descended from heaven for the + redeeming of a lower nature, must be paid to every human being. Christ is + incarnate in all humanity. Prometheus is bound for ever within us. They + are the same. They are a host, and the divine incarnation was not spoken + of one, but of all those who, descending into the lower world, tried to + change it into the divine image, and to wrest out of chaos a kingdom for + the empire of light. The angels saw below them in chaos a senseless rout + blind with elemental passion, for ever warring with discordant cries which + broke in upon the world of divine beauty; and that the pain might depart, + they grew rebellious in the Master's peace, and descending to earth the + angelic lights were crucified in men. They left so radiant worlds, such a + light of beauty, for earth's gray twilight filled with tears, that through + this elemental life might breathe the starry music brought from Him. If + the "Fore-seer" be a true name for the Titan, it follows that in the host + which he represents was a light which well foreknew all the dark paths of + its journey; foreseeing the bitter struggle with a hostile nature, but + foreseeing perhaps a gain, a distant glory o'er the hills of sorrow, and + that chaos, divine and transformed, with only gentle breathing, lit up by + the Christ-soul of the universe. There is a transforming power in the + thought itself: we can no longer condemn the fallen, they who laid aside + their thrones of ancient power, their spirit ecstasy and beauty on such a + mission. Perhaps those who sank lowest did so to raise a greater burden, + and of these most fallen it may in the hour of their resurrection be said, + "The last shall be first." + </p> + <p> + So, placing side by side the head of the outcast with the head of Christ, + it has this equal beauty—with as bright a glory it sped from the + Father in ages past on its redeeming labor. Of his present darkness what + shall we say? "He is altogether dead in sin?" Nay, rather with tenderness + forbear, and think the foreseeing spirit has taken its own dread path to + mastery; that that which foresaw the sorrow foresaw also beyond it a + greater joy and a mightier existence, when it would rise again in a new + robe, woven out of the treasure hidden in the deep of its submergence, and + shine at last like the stars of the morning, and live among the Sons of + God. + </p> + <p> + II. + </p> + <p> + Our deepest life is when we are alone. We think most truly, love best, + when isolated from the outer world in that mystic abyss we call soul. + Nothing external can equal the fullness of these moments. We may sit in + the blue twilight with a friend, or bend together by the hearth, half + whispering or in a silence populous with loving thoughts mutually + understood; then we may feel happy and at peace, but it is only because we + are lulled by a semblance to deeper intimacies. When we think of a friend + and the loved one draws nigh, we sometimes feel half-pained, for we + touched something in our solitude which the living presence shut out; we + seem more apart, and would fain wave them away and cry, "Call me not forth + from this; I am no more a spirit if I leave my throne." But these moods, + though lit up by intuitions of the true, are too partial, they belong too + much to the twilight of the heart, they have too dreamy a temper to serve + us well in life. We would wish rather for our thoughts a directness such + as belongs to the messengers of the gods, swift, beautiful, flashing + presences bent on purposes well understood. + </p> + <p> + What we need is that this interior tenderness shall be elevated into + seership, that what in most is only yearning or blind love shall see + clearly its way and hope. To this end we have to observe more intently the + nature of the interior life. We find, indeed, that it is not a solitude at + all, but dense with multitudinous being: instead of being alone we are in + the thronged highways of existence. For our guidance when entering here + many words of warning have been uttered, laws have been outlined, and + beings full of wonder, terror, and beauty described. Yet there is a spirit + in us deeper than our intellectual being which I think of as the Hero in + man, who feels the nobility of its place in the midst of all this, and who + would fain equal the greatness of perception with deeds as great. The + weariness and sense of futility which often falls upon the mystic after + much thought is due to this, that he has not recognized that he must be + worker as well as seer, that here he has duties demanding a more sustained + endurance, just as the inner life is so much vaster and more intense than + the life he has left behind. + </p> + <p> + Now the duties which can be taken up by the soul are exactly those which + it feels most inadequate to perform when acting as an embodied being. What + shall be done to quiet the heart-cry of the world: how answer the dumb + appeal for help we so often divine below eyes that laugh? It is the + saddest of all sorrows to think that pity with no hands to heal, that love + without a voice to speak should helplessly heap their pain upon pain while + earth shall endure. But there is a truth about sorrow which I think may + make it seem not so hopeless. There are fewer barriers than we think: + there is, in truth, an inner alliance between the soul who would fain give + and the soul who is in need. Nature has well provided that not one golden + ray of all our thoughts is sped ineffective through the dark; not one drop + of the magical elixirs love distils is wasted. Let us consider how this + may be. There is a habit we nearly all have indulged in. We weave little + stories in our minds, expending love and pity upon the imaginary beings we + have created, and I have been led to think that many of these are not + imaginary, that somewhere in the world beings are living just in that way, + and we merely reform and live over again in our life the story of another + life. Sometimes these far-away intimates assume so vivid a shape, they + come so near with their appeal for sympathy that the pictures are + unforgettable; and the more I ponder over them the more it seems to me + that they often convey the actual need of some soul whose cry for comfort + has gone out into the vast, perhaps to meet with an answer, perhaps to + hear only silence. I will supply an instance. I see a child, a curious, + delicate little thing, seated on the doorstep of a house. It is an alley + in some great city, and there is a gloom of evening and vapor over the + sky. I see the child is bending over the path; he is picking cinders and + arranging them, and as I ponder I become aware that he is laying down in + gritty lines the walls of a house, the mansion of his dream. Here spread + along the pavement are large rooms, these for his friends, and a tiny room + in the centre, that is his own. So his thought plays. Just then I catch a + glimpse of the corduroy trousers of a passing workman, and a heavy boot + crushes through the cinders. I feel the pain in the child's heart as he + shrinks back, his little lovelit house of dreams all rudely shattered. Ah, + poor child, building the City Beautiful out of a few cinders, yet nigher, + truer in intent than many a stately, gold-rich palace reared by princes, + thou wert not forgotten by that mighty spirit who lives through the + falling of empires, whose home has been in many a ruined heart. Surely it + was to bring comfort to hearts like thine that that most noble of all + meditations was ordained by the Buddha. "He lets his mind pervade one + quarter of the world with thoughts of Love, and so the second, and so the + third, and so the fourth. And thus the whole wide world, above, below, + around, and everywhere does he continue to pervade with heart of Love + far-reaching, grown great and beyond measure." + </p> + <p> + That love, though the very faery breath of life, should by itself, and so + imparted have a sustaining power some may question, not those who have + felt the sunlight fall from distant friends who think of them; but, to + make clearer how it seems to me to act, I say that love, Eros, is a being. + It is more than a power of the soul, though it is that also; it has a + universal life of its own, and just as the dark heaving waters do not know + what jewel lights they reflect with blinding radiance, so the soul, + partially absorbing and feeling the ray of Eros within it, does not know + that often a part of its nature nearer to the sun of love shines with a + brilliant light to other eyes than its own. Many people move unconscious + of their own charm, unknowing of the beauty and power they seem to others + to impart. It is some past attainment of the soul, a jewel won in some old + battle which it may have forgotten, but none the less this gleams on its + tiara, and the star-flame inspires others to hope and victory. + </p> + <p> + If it is true here that many exert a spiritual influence they are + unconscious of, it is still truer of the spheres within. Once the soul has + attained to any possession like love, or persistent will, or faith, or a + power of thought, it comes into spiritual contact with others who are + struggling for these very powers. The attainment of any of these means + that the soul is able to absorb and radiate some of the diviner elements + of being. The soul may or may nor be aware of the position it is placed in + or its new duties, but yet that Living Light, having found a way into the + being of any one person, does not rest there, but sends its rays and + extends its influence on and on to illume the darkness of another nature. + So it comes that there are ties which bind us to people other than those + whom we meet in our everyday life. I think they are most real ties, most + important to understand, for if we let our lamp go out some far away who + had reached out in the dark and felt a steady will, a persistent hope, a + compassionate love, may reach out once again in an hour of need, and + finding no support may give way and fold the hands in despair. Often we + allow gloom to overcome us and so hinder the bright rays in their passage; + but would we do it so often if we thought that perhaps a sadness which + besets us, we do not know why, was caused by some one drawing nigh to us + for comfort, whom our lethargy might make feel still more his helplessnes, + while our courage, our faith might cause "our light to shine in some other + heart which as yet has no light of its own"? + </p> + <p> + III. + </p> + <p> + The night was wet, and as I was moving down the streets my mind was also + journeying on a way of its own, and the things which were bodily present + before me were no less with me in my unseen traveling. Every now and then + a transfer would take place, and some of the moving shadows in the street + would begin walking about in the clear interior light. The children of the + city, crouched in the doorways or racing through the hurrying multitude + and flashing lights, began their elfin play again in my heart; and that + was because I had heard these tiny outcasts shouting with glee. I wondered + if the glitter and shadow of such sordid things were thronged with + magnificence and mystery for those who were unaware of a greater light and + deeper shade which made up the romance and fascination of my own life. In + imagination I narrowed myself to their ignorance, littleness, and youth, + and seemed for a moment to flit amid great uncomprehended beings and a dim + wonderful city of palaces. + </p> + <p> + Then another transfer took place, and I was pondering anew, for a face I + had seen flickering through the warm wet mist haunted me; it entered into + the realm of the interpreter, and I was made aware by the pale cheeks and + by the close-shut lips of pain, and by some inward knowledge, that there + the Tree of Life was beginning to grow, and I wondered why it is that it + always springs up through a heart in ashes; I wondered also if that which + springs up, which in itself is an immortal joy, has knowledge that its + shoots are piercing through such anguish; or, again, if it was the + piercing of the shoots which caused the pain, and if every throb of the + beautiful flame darting upward to blossom meant the perishing of some more + earthly growth which had kept the heart in shadow. + </p> + <p> + Seeing, too, how many thoughts spring up from such a simple thing, I + questioned whether that which started the impulse had any share in the + outcome, and if these musings of mine in any way affected their subject. I + then began thinking about those secret ties on which I have speculated + before, and in the darkness my heart grew suddenly warm and glowing, for I + had chanced upon one of these shining imaginations which are the wealth of + those who travel upon the hidden ways. In describing that which comes to + us all at once, there is a difficulty in choosing between what is first + and what is last to say; but, interpreting as best I can, I seemed to + behold the onward movement of a Light, one among many lights, all living, + throbbing, now dim with perturbations and now again clear, and all subtly + woven together, outwardly in some more shadowy shining, and inwardly in a + greater fire, which, though it was invisible, I knew to be the Lamp of the + World. This Light which I beheld I felt to be a human soul, and these + perturbations which dimmed it were its struggles and passionate longings + for something, and that was for a more brilliant shining of the light + within itself. It was in love with its own beauty, enraptured by its own + lucidity; and I saw that as these things were more beloved they grew + paler, for this light is the light which the Mighty Mother has in her + heart for her children, and she means that it shall go through each one + unto all, and whoever restrains it in himself is himself shut out; not + that the great heart has ceased in its love for that soul, but that the + soul has shut itself off from influx, for every imagination of man is the + opening or the closing of a door to the divine world; now he is solitary, + cut off, and, seemingly to himself, on the desert and distant verge of + things; and then his thought throws open the shut portals, he hears the + chant of the seraphs in his heart, and he is made luminous by the lighting + of a sudden aureole. This soul which I watched seemed to have learned at + last the secret love; for, in the anguish begotten by its loss, it + followed the departing glory in penitence to the inmost shrine, where it + ceased altogether; and because it seemed utterly lost and hopeless of + attainment and capriciously denied to the seeker, a profound pity arose in + the soul for those who, like it, were seeking, but still in hope, for they + had not come to the vain end of their endeavors. I understood that such + pity is the last of the precious essences which make up the elixir of + immortality, and when it is poured into the cup it is ready for drinking. + And so it was with this soul which grew brilliant with the passage of the + eternal light through its new purity of self-oblivion, and joyful in the + comprehension of the mystery of the secret love, which, though it has been + declared many times by the greatest of teachers among men, is yet never + known truly unless the Mighty Mother has herself breathed it in the heart. + </p> + <p> + And now that the soul has divined this secret, the shadowy shining which + was woven in bonds of union between it and its fellow lights grew clearer; + and a multitude of these strands were, so it seemed, strengthened and + placed in its keeping: along these it was to send the message of the + wisdom and the love which were the secret sweetness of its own being. Then + a spiritual tragedy began, infinitely more pathetic than the old + desolation, because it was brought about by the very nobility of the + spirit. This soul, shedding its love like rays of glory, seemed itself the + centre of a ring of wounding spears: it sent forth love, and the arrowy + response came hate-impelled: it whispered peace, and was answered by the + clash of rebellion: and to all this for defense it could only bare more + openly its heart that a profounder love from the Mother Nature might pass + through upon the rest. I knew this was what a teacher, who wrote long ago, + meant when he said: "Put on the whole armor of God," which is love and + endurance, for the truly divine children of the Flame are not armed + otherwise: and of those protests set up in ignorance or rebellion against + the whisper of the wisdom, I saw that some melted in the fierce and tender + heat of the heart, and there came in their stead a golden response, which + made closer the ties, and drew these souls upward to an understanding and + to share in the overshadowing nature. And this is part of the plan of the + Great Alchemist, whereby the red ruby of the heart is transmuted into the + tender light of the opal; for the beholding of love made bare acts like + the flame of the furnace: and the dissolving passions, through an anguish + of remorse, the lightnings of pain, and through an adoring pity are + changed into the image they contemplate, and melt in the ecstasy of + self-forgetful love, the spirit which lit the thorn-crowned brows which + perceived only in its last agony the retribution due to its tormentors, + and cried out, "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." + </p> + <p> + Now, although the love of the few may alleviate the hurt due to the + ignorance of the mass, it is not in the power of any one to withstand for + ever this warfare; for by the perpetual wounding of the inner nature it is + so wearied that the spirit must withdraw from a tabernacle grown too frail + to support the increase of light within and the jarring of the demoniac + nature without; and at length comes the call which means, for a while, + release and a deep rest in regions beyond the paradise of lesser souls. + So, withdrawn into the divine darkness, vanished the light of my dream. + And now it seemed as if this wonderful weft of souls intertwining as one + being must come to naught; and all those who through the gloom had + nourished a longing for the light would stretch out hands in vain for + guidance; but that I did not understand the love of the Mother, and that, + although few, there is no decaying of her heroic brood; for, as the seer + of old caught at the mantle of him who went up in the fiery chariot, so + another took up the burden and gathered the shining strands together: and + of this sequence of spiritual guides there is no ending. + </p> + <p> + Here I may say that the love of the Mother, which, acting through the + burnished will of the hero, is wrought to its highest uses, is in reality + everywhere, and pervades with profoundest tenderness the homeliest + circumstance of daily life, and there is not lacking, even among the + humblest, an understanding of the spiritual tragedy which follows upon + every effort of the divine nature, bowing itself down in pity to our + shadowy sphere, an understanding where the nature of the love is gauged + through the extent of the sacrifice and the pain which is overcome. I + recall the instance of an old Irish peasant, who, as he lay in hospital + wakeful from a grinding pain in the leg, forgot himself in making + drawings, rude, yet reverently done, of incidents in the life of the + Galilean Teacher. One of these which he showed me was a crucifixion, + where, amidst much grotesque symbolism, were some tracings which indicated + a purely beautiful intuition; the heart of this crucified figure, no less + than the brow, was wreathed about with thorns and radiant with light: "For + that," said he, "was where he really suffered." When I think of this old + man, bringing forgetfulness of his own bodily pain through contemplation + of the spiritual suffering of his Master, my memory of him shines with + something of the transcendent light he himself perceived, for I feel that + some suffering of his own, nobly undergone, had given him understanding, + and he had laid his heart in love against the Heart of Many Sorrows, + seeing it wounded by unnumbered spears, yet burning with undying love. + </p> + <p> + Though much may be learned by observance of the superficial life and + actions of a spiritual teacher, it is only in the deeper life of + meditation and imagination that it can be truly realized; for the soul is + a midnight blossom which opens its leaves in dream, and its perfect bloom + is unfolded only where another sun shines in another heaven; there it + feels what celestial dews descend on it and what influences draw it up to + its divine archetype. Here in the shadow of earth root intercoils with + root, and the finer distinctions of the blossom are not perceived. If we + knew also who they really are, who sometimes in silence and sometimes with + the eyes of the world at gaze take upon them the mantle of teacher, an + unutterable awe would prevail, for underneath a bodily presence not in any + sense beautiful may burn the glory of some ancient divinity, some hero who + has laid aside his sceptre in the enchanted land, to rescue old-time + comrades fallen into oblivion; or, again, if we had the insight of the + simple old peasant into the nature of his enduring love, out of the + exquisite and poignant emotions kindled would arise the flame of a + passionate love, which would endure long aeons of anguish that it might + shield, though but for a little, the kingly hearts who may not shield + themselves. + </p> + <p> + But I, too, who write, have launched the rebellious spear, or in lethargy + have oft times gone down the great drift numbering myself among those who, + not being with must needs be against. Therefore I make no appeal: they + only may call who stand upon the lofty mountains; but I reveal the thought + which arose like a star in my soul with such bright and pathetic meaning, + leaving it to you who read to approve and apply it. + </p> + <p> + 1897 <a name="link2H_4_0023" id="link2H_4_0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE MEDITATION OF ANANDA + </h2> + <p> + Ananda rose from his seat under the banyan tree. He passed his hand + unsteadily over his brow. Throughout the day the young ascetic had been + plunged in profound meditation; and now, returning from heaven to earth, + he was bewildered like one who awakens in darkness and knows not where he + is. All day long before his inner eye burned the light of the Lokas, until + he was wearied and exhausted with their splendors; space glowed like a + diamond with intolerable lustre, and there was no end to the dazzling + procession of figures. He had seen the fiery dreams of the dead in heaven. + He had been tormented by the music of celestial singers, whose choral song + reflected in its ripples the rhythmic pulse of being. He saw how these + orbs were held within luminous orbs of wider circuit; and vaste and vaster + grew the vistas, until at last, a mere speck of life, he bore the burden + of innumerable worlds. Seeking for Brahma, he found only the great + illusion as infinite as Brahma's being. + </p> + <p> + If these things were shadows, the earth and the forests he returned to, + viewed at evening, seemed still more unreal, the mere dusky flutter of a + moth's wings in space, so filmy and evanescent that if he had sunk as + through transparent aether into the void, it would not have been + wonderful. + </p> + <p> + Ananda, still half entranced, turned homeward. As he threaded the dim + alleys he noticed not the flaming eyes which regarded him from the gloom; + the serpents rustling amid the undergrowth; the lizards, fireflies, + insects, and the innumerable lives of which the Indian forest was + rumorous; they also were but shadows. He paused near the village hearing + the sound of human voices, of children at play. He felt a pity for these + tiny beings, who struggled and shouted, rolling over each other in + ecstasies of joy. The great illusion had indeed devoured them, before + whose spirits the Devas themselves once were worshippers. Then, close + beside him, he heard a voice, whose low tone of reverence soothed him; it + was akin to his own nature, and it awakened him fully. A little crowd of + five or six people were listening silently to an old man who read from a + palm-leaf manuscript. Ananda knew, by the orange-colored robes of the old + man that here was a brother of the new faith, and he paused with the + others. What was his illusion? The old man lifted his head for a moment as + the ascetic came closer, and then continued as before. He was reading "The + Legend of the Great King of Glory," and Ananda listened while the story + was told of the Wonderful Wheel, the Elephant Treasure, the Lake and + Palace of Righteousness, and of the meditation, how the Great King of + Glory entered the golden chamber, and set himself down on the silver + couch, and he let his mind pervade one quarter of the world with thoughts + of love; and so the second quarter, and so the third, and so the fourth. + And thus the whole wide world, above, below, around, and everywhere, did + he continue to pervade with heart of Love, far reaching, grown great, and + beyond measure. + </p> + <p> + When the old man had ended Ananda went back into the forest. He had found + the secret of the true, how the Vision could be left behind and the Being + entered. Another legend rose in his mind, a faery legend of righteousness + expanding and filling the universe, a vision beautiful and full of old + enchantment, and his heart sang within him. He seated himself again under + the banyan tree. He rose up in soul. He saw before him images long + forgotten of those who suffer in the sorrowful earth. He saw the + desolation and loneliness of old age, the insults of the captive, the + misery of the leper and outcast, the chill horror and darkness of life in + a dungeon. He drank in all their sorrow. From his heart he went out to + them. Love, a fierce and tender flame, arose; pity, a breath from the + vast; sympathy, born of unity. This triple fire sent forth its rays; they + surrounded those dark souls; they pervaded them; they beat down + oppression. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + While Ananda, with spiritual magic, sent forth the healing powers through + the four quarters of the world, far away at that moment a king sat + enthroned in his hall. A captive was bound before him—bound, but + proud, defiant, unconquerable of soul. There was silence in the hall until + the king spake the doom and torture for this ancient enemy. + </p> + <p> + The king spake: "I had thought to do some fierce thing to thee and so end + thy days, my enemy. But I remember now, with sorrow, the great wrongs we + have done to each other, and the hearts made sore by our hatred. I shall + do no more wrong to thee; thou art free to depart. Do what thou wilt. I + will make restitution to thee as far as may be for thy ruined state." + </p> + <p> + Then the soul which no might could conquer was conquered utterly—the + knees of the captive were bowed and his pride was overcome. "My brother," + he said, and could say no more. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + To watch for years a little narrow slit high up in a dark cell, so high + that he could not reach up and look out, and there to see daily the change + from blue to dark in the sky, had withered a prisoner's soul. The bitter + tears came no more, hardly even sorrow, only a dull, dead feeling. But + that day a great groan burst from him. He heard outside the laugh of a + child who was playing and gathering flowers under the high, gray walls. + Then it all came over him—the divine things missed, the light, the + glory, and the beauty that the earth puts forth for her children. The + arrow slit was darkened, and half of a little bronze face appeared. + </p> + <p> + "Who are you down there in the darkness who sigh so? Are you all alone + there? For so many years! Ah, poor man! I would come down to you if I + could, but I will sit here and talk to you for a while. Here are flowers + for you," and a little arm showered them in by handfuls until the room was + full of the intoxicating fragrance of summer. Day after day the child + came, and the dull heart entered once more into the great human love. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + At twilight, by a deep and wide river, an old woman sat alone, dreamy and + full of memories. The lights of the swift passing boats and the light of + the stars were just as in childhood and the old love-time. Old, feeble, it + was time for her to hurry away from the place which changed not with her + sorrow. + </p> + <p> + "Do you see our old neighbor there?" said Ayesha to her lover. "They say + she was once as beautiful as you would make me think I now am. How lonely + she must be! Let us come near and speak to her," and the lover went + gladly. Though they spoke to each other rather than to her, yet something + of the past, which never dies when love, the immortal, has pervaded it, + rose up again as she heard their voices. She smiled, thinking of years of + burning beauty. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + A teacher, accompanied by his disciples, was passing by the wayside where + a leper sat. + </p> + <p> + The teacher said: "Here is our brother, whom we may not touch, but he need + not be shut out from truth. We may sit down where he can listen." + </p> + <p> + He sat on the wayside near the leper, and his disciples stood around him. + He spoke words full of love, kindliness, and pity—the eternal truths + which make the soul grow full of sweetness and youth. A small, old spot + began to glow in the heart of the leper, and the tears ran down his + blighted face. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + All these were the deeds of Ananda the ascetic, and the Watcher who was + over him from all eternity made a great stride towards that soul. + </p> + <p> + 1893 <a name="link2H_4_0024" id="link2H_4_0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE MIDNIGHT BLOSSOM + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Arhans are born at midnight hour, together with the holy + flower that opes and blossoms in darkness." + —From an Eastern Scripture. +</pre> + <p> + We stood together at the door of our hut. We could see through the + gathering gloom where our sheep and goats were cropping the sweet grass on + the side of the hill. We were full of drowsy content as they were. We had + naught to mar our happiness, neither memory nor unrest for the future. We + lingered on while the vast twilight encircled us; we were one with its + dewy stillness. The lustre of the early stars first broke in upon our + dreaming: we looked up and around. The yellow constellations began to sing + their choral hymn together. As the night deepened they came out swiftly + from their hiding-places in depths of still and unfathomable blue—they + hung in burning clusters, they advanced in multitudes that dazzled. The + shadowy shining of night was strewn all over with nebulous dust of silver, + with long mists of gold, with jewels of glittering green. We felt how fit + a place the earth was to live on with these nightly glories over us, with + silence and coolness upon our lawns and lakes after the consuming day. + Valmika, Kedar, Ananda, and I watched together. Through the rich gloom we + could see far distant forests and lights, the lights of village and city + in King Suddhodana's realm. + </p> + <p> + "Brothers," said Valmika, "how good it is to be here and not yonder in the + city, where they know not peace, even in sleep." + </p> + <p> + "Yonder and yonder," said Kedar, "I saw the inner air full of a red glow + where they were busy in toiling and strife. It seemed to reach up to me. I + could not breathe. I climbed the hill at dawn to laugh where the snows + were, and the sun is as white as they are white." + </p> + <p> + "But, brothers, if we went down among them and told them how happy we + were, and how the flower's grow on the hillside, they would surely come up + and leave all sorrow. They cannot know or they would come." Ananda was a + mere child, though so tall for his years. + </p> + <p> + "They would not come," said Kedar; "all their joy is to haggle and hoard. + When Siva blows upon them with angry breath they will lament, or when the + demons in fierce hunger devour them." + </p> + <p> + "It is good to be here," repeated Valmika, drowsily, "to mind the flocks + and be at rest, and to hear the wise Varunna speak when he comes among + us." + </p> + <p> + I was silent. I knew better than they that busy city which glowed beyond + the dark forests. I had lived there until, grown sick and weary, I had + gone back to my brothers on the hillside. I wondered, would life, indeed, + go on ceaselessly until it ended in the pain of the world. I said within + myself: "O mighty Brahma, on the outermost verges of thy dream are our + lives. Thou old invisible, how faintly through our hearts comes the sound + of thy song, the light of thy glory!" Full of yearning to rise and return, + I strove to hear in my heart the music Anahata, spoken of in our sacred + scrolls. There was silence and then I thought I heard sounds, not glad, a + myriad murmur. As I listened they deepened—they grew into passionate + prayer and appeal and tears, as if the cry of the long-forgotten souls of + men went echoing through empty chambers. My eyes filled with tears, for it + seemed world-wide and to sigh from out many ages, long agone, to be and + yet to be. + </p> + <p> + "Ananda! Ananda! Where is the boy running to?" cried Valmika. Ananda had + vanished in the gloom. We heard his glad laugh below, and then another + voice speaking. The tall figure of Varunna loomed up presently. Ananda + held his hand, and danced beside him. We knew the Yogi, and bowed + reverently before him. We could see by the starlight his simple robe of + white. I could trace clearly every feature of the grave and beautiful face + and radiant eyes. I saw not by the starlight, but by a silvery radiance + which rayed a little way into the blackness around the dark hair and face. + Valmika, as elder, first spoke: + </p> + <p> + "Holy sir, be welcome. Will you come in and rest?" + </p> + <p> + "I cannot stay now. I must pass over the mountains ere dawn; but you may + come a little way with me—such of you as will." + </p> + <p> + We assented gladly, Kedar and I, Valmika remained. Then Ananda prayed to + go. We bade him stay, fearing for him the labor of climbing and the chill + of the snows. But Varunna said: "Let the child come. He is hardy, and will + not tire if he holds my hand." + </p> + <p> + So we set out together, and faced the highlands that rose and rose above + us. We knew the way well, even at night. We waited in silence for Varunna + to speak; but for nigh an hour we mounted without words, save for Ananda's + shouts of delight and wonder at the heavens spread above valleys that lay + behind us. Then I grew hungry for an answer to my thoughts, and I spake: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +"Master, Valmika was saying, ere you came, how good it was to be here +rather than in the city, where they are full of strife. And Kedar +thought their lives would flow on into fiery pain, and no speech would +avail. Ananda, speaking as a child, indeed, said if one went down among +they would listen to his story of the happy life. But, Master, do not +many speak and interpret the sacred writings, and how few are they who +lay to heart the words of the gods! They seem, indeed, to go on through +desire into pain, and even here upon the hills we are not free, for +Kedar felt the hot glow of their passion, and I heard in my heart their +sobs of despair. Master, it was terrible, for they seemed to come from +the wide earth over, and out of ages far away. + + "In the child's words is the truth," said Varunna, "for it is +better to aid even in sorrow than to withdraw from pain to a happy +solitude. Yet only the knowers of Brahma can interpret the sacred +writings truly, and it is well to be free ere we speak of freedom. Then +we have power and many hearken." +</pre> + <p> + "But who would leave joy for sorrow? And who, being one with Brahma, would + return to give counsel?" + </p> + <p> + "Brother," said Varunna, "here is the hope of the world. Though many seek + only for the eternal joy, yet the cry you heard has been heard by great + ones who have turned backwards, called by these beseeching voices. The + small old path stretching far away leads through many wonderful beings to + the place of Brahma. There is the first fountain, the world of beautiful + silence, the light which has been undimmed since the beginning of time. + But turning backwards from the gate the small old path winds away into the + world of men, and it enters every sorrowful heart. This is the way the + great ones go. They turn with the path from the door of Brahma. They move + along its myriad ways, and overcome pain with compassion. After many + conquered worlds, after many races of purified and uplifted men, they go + to a greater than Brahma. In these, though few, is the hope of the world. + These are the heroes for whose returning the earth puts forth her signal + fires, and the Devas sing their hymns of welcome." + </p> + <p> + We paused where the plateau widened out. There was scarce a ripple in the + chill air. In quietness the snows glistened, a light reflected from the + crores of stars that swung with glittering motion above us. We could hear + the immense heart-beat of the world in the stillness. We had thoughts that + went ranging through the heavens, not sad, but full of solemn hope. + </p> + <p> + "Brothers! Master! look! The wonderful thing! And another, and yet + another!" we heard Ananda calling. We looked and saw the holy blossom, the + midnight flower. Oh, may the earth again put forth such beauty. It grew up + from the snows with leaves of delicate crystal. A nimbus encircled each + radiant bloom, a halo pale yet lustrous. I bowed over it in awe; and I + heard Varunna say, "The earth indeed puts forth her signal fires, and the + Devas sing their hymn. Listen!" We heard a music as of beautiful thoughts + moving along the high places of the earth, full of infinite love and hope + and yearning. + </p> + <p> + "Be glad now, for one is born who has chosen the greater way. Kedar, + Narayan, Ananda, farewell! Nay, no farther. It is a long way to return, + and the child will tire." + </p> + <p> + He went on and passed from our sight. But we did not return. We remained + long, long in silence, looking at the sacred flower.——————- + </p> + <p> + Vow, taken long ago, be strong in our hearts today. Here, where the pain + is fiercer, to rest is more sweet. Here, where beauty dies away, it is + more joy to be lulled in dream. Here, the good, the true, our hope seem + but a madness born of ancient pain. Out of rest, dream, or despair may we + arise, and go the way the great ones go. + </p> + <p> + 1894 <a name="link2H_4_0025" id="link2H_4_0025"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE CHILDHOOD OF APOLLO + </h2> + <p> + It was long ago, so long that only the spirit of earth remembers truly. + The old shepherd Admetus sat before the door of his hut waiting for his + grandson to return. He watched with drowsy eyes the eve gather, and the + woods and mountains grow dark over the isles—the isles of ancient + Greece. It was Greece before its day of beauty, and day was never + lovelier. The cloudy blossoms of smoke, curling upward from the valley, + sparkled a while high up in the sunlit air, a vague memorial of the world + of men below. From that, too, the color vanished, and those other lights + began to shine which to some are the only lights of day. The skies dropped + close upon the mountains and the silver seas like a vast face brooding + with intentness. There was enchantment, mystery, and a living motion in + its depths, the presence of all-pervading Zeus enfolding his starry + children with the dark radiance of aether. + </p> + <p> + "Ah!" murmured the old man, looking upward, "once it was living; once it + spoke to me. It speaks not now; but it speaks to others I know—to + the child who looks and longs and trembles in the dewy night. Why does he + linger now? He is beyond his hour. Ah, there now are his footsteps!" + </p> + <p> + A boy came up the valley driving the gray flocks which tumbled before him + in the darkness. He lifted his young face for the shepherd to kiss. It was + alight with ecstasy. Admetus looked at him with wonder. A golden and + silvery light rayed all about the child, so that his delicate ethereal + beauty seemed set in a star which followed his dancing footsteps. + </p> + <p> + "How bright your eyes!" the old man said, faltering with sudden awe. "Why + do your limbs shine with moonfire light?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, father," said the boy Apollo, "I am glad, for everything is living + tonight. The evening is all a voice and many voices. While the flocks were + browsing night gathered about me. I saw within it and it was everywhere + living. + </p> + <p> + "The wind with dim-blown tresses, odor, incense, and secret falling dew, + mingled in one warm breath. They whispered to me and called me 'Child of + the Stars,' 'Dew Heart,' and 'Soul of Light.' Oh, father, as I came up the + valley the voices followed me with song. Everything murmured love. Even + the daffodils, nodding in the olive gloom, grew golden at my feet, and a + flower within my heart knew of the still sweet secret of the flowers. + Listen, listen!" + </p> + <p> + There were voices in the night, voices as of star-rays descending. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Now the roof-tree of the midnight spreading + Buds in citron, green, and blue: + From afar its mystic odors shedding, + Child, on you. +</pre> + <p> + Then other sweet speakers from beneath the earth, and from the distant + waters and air, followed in benediction, and a last voice like a murmur + from universal nature: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Now the buried stars beneath the mountains + And the vales their life renew, + Jetting rainbow blooms from tiny fountains, + Child, for you. + + As within our quiet waters passing + Sun and moon and stars we view, + So the loveliness of life is glassing, + Child, in you. + + In the diamond air the sun-star glowing + Up its feathered radiance threw; + All the jewel glory there was flowing, + Child, for you. + + And the fire divine in all things burning + Yearns for home and rest anew, + From its wanderings far again returning, + Child, to you. +</pre> + <p> + "Oh, voices, voices," cried the child, "what you say I know not, but I + give back love for love. Father, what is it they tell me? They enfold me + in light, and I am far away even though I hold your hand." + </p> + <p> + "The gods are about us. Heaven mingles with the earth," said Admetus, + trembling. "Let us go to Diotima. She has grown wise brooding for many a + year where the great caves lead to the underworld. She sees the bright + ones as they pass by, though she sits with shut eyes, her drowsy lips + murmuring as nature's self." + </p> + <p> + That night the island seemed no more earth set in sea, but a music + encircled by the silence. The trees, long rooted in antique slumber, were + throbbing with rich life; through glimmering bark and drooping leaf a + light fell on the old man and boy as they passed, and vague figures nodded + at them. These were the hamadryad souls of the wood. They were bathed in + tender colors and shimmering lights draping them from root to leaf. A + murmur came from the heart of every one, a low enchantment breathing joy + and peace. It grew and swelled until at last it seemed as if through a + myriad pipes Pan the earth spirit was fluting his magical creative song. + </p> + <p> + They found the cave of Diotima covered by vines and tangled trailers at + the end of the island where the dark-green woodland rose up from the + waters. Admetus paused, for he dreaded this mystic prophetess; but a voice + from within called them: + </p> + <p> + "Come, child of light: come in, old shepherd, I know why you seek me!" + </p> + <p> + They entered, Admetus trembling with more fear than before. A fire was + blazing in a recess of the cavern, and by it sat a majestic figure robed + in purple. She was bent forward, her hand supporting her face, her burning + eyes turned on the intruders. + </p> + <p> + "Come hither, child," she said, taking the boy by the hands and gazing + into his face. "So this pale form is to be the home of the god. The gods + Choose wisely. They take no wild warrior, no mighty hero to be their + messenger, but crown this gentle head. Tell me, have you ever seen a light + from the sun falling on you in your slumber? No, but look now. Look + upward." + </p> + <p> + As she spoke she waved her hands over him, and the cavern with its dusky + roof seemed to melt away, and beyond the heavens the heaven of heavens lay + dark in pure tranquility, in a quiet which was the very hush of being. In + an instant it vanished, and over the zenith broke a wonderful light. + </p> + <p> + "See now," cried Diotima, "the Ancient Beauty! Look how its petals expand, + and what comes forth from its heart!" A vast and glowing breath, mutable + and opalescent, spread itself between heaven and earth, and out of it + slowly descended a radiant form like a god's. It drew nigh, radiating + lights, pure, beautiful, and star-like. It stood for a moment by the child + and placed its hand on his head, and then it was gone. The old shepherd + fell upon his face in awe, while the boy stood breathless and entranced. + </p> + <p> + "Go now," said the Sybil, "I can teach thee naught. Nature herself will + adore you, and sing through you her loveliest song. But, ah, the light you + hail in joy you shall impart in tears. So from age to age the eternal + Beauty bows itself down amid sorrows, that the children of men may not + forget it, that their anguish may be transformed, smitten through by its + fire." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0026" id="link2H_4_0026"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE MASK OF APOLLO + </h2> + <p> + A tradition rises within me of quiet, unarmored years, ages before the + demigods and heroes toiled at the making of Greece, long ages before the + building of the temples and sparkling palaces of her day of glory. The + land was pastoral, and over all the woods hung a stillness as of dawn and + of unawakened beauty deep breathing in rest. Here and there little + villages sent up their smoke and a dreamy people moved about. They grew + up, toiled a little at their fields, followed their sheep and goats, + wedded, and gray age overtook them, but they never ceased to be children. + They worshipped the gods in little wooden temples, with ancient rites + forgotten in later years. + </p> + <p> + Near one of these shrines lived a priest—an old man—who was + held in reverence by all for his simple and kindly nature. To him, sitting + one summer evening before his hut, came a stranger whom he invited to + share his meal. The stranger seated himself and began to tell the priest + many wonderful things—stories of the magic of the sun and of the + bright beings who move at the gateways of the day. The old man grew drowsy + in the warm sunlight and fell asleep. Then the stranger, who was Apollo, + arose, and in the guise of the priest entered the little temple, and the + people came in unto him one after the other. + </p> + <p> + First came Agathon, the husbandman, who said: "Father, as I bend over the + fields or fasten up the vines I sometimes remember that you said the gods + can be worshipped by doing these things as by sacrifice. How is it, + father, that the pouring of cold water over roots or training up the vines + can nourish Zeus? How can the sacrifice appear before his throne when it + is not carried up in the fire and vapor?" + </p> + <p> + To him Apollo, in the guise of the old man, replied: "Agathon, the father + omnipotent does not live only in the aether. He runs invisibly within the + sun and stars, and as they whirl round and round they break out into + streams and woods and flowers, and the clouds are shaken away from them as + the leaves from off the roses. Great, strange, and bright, he busies + himself within, and at the end of time his light shall shine, through, and + men shall see it moving in a world of flame. Think then, as you bend over + your fields, of what you nourish and what rises up within them. Know that + every flower as it droops in the quiet of the woodland feels within and + far away the approach of an unutterable life and is glad. They reflect + that life as the little pools the light of the stars. Agathon, Agathon, + Zeus is no greater in the aether than he is in the leaf of grass, and the + hymns of men are no sweeter to him than a little water poured over one of + his flowers." + </p> + <p> + Agathon, the husbandman, went away, and he bent tenderly in dreams over + his fruit and his vines, and he loved them more than before, and he grew + wise as he watched them and was happy working for the gods. + </p> + <p> + Then spake Damon, the shepherd Father, "while the flocks are browsing + dreams rise up within me. They make the heart sick with longing. The + forests vanish, and I hear no more the lambs' bleat or the rustling of the + fleeces. Voices from a thousand depths call me; they whisper, they beseech + me. Shadows more lovely than earth's children utter music, not for me + though I faint while I listen. Father, why do I hear the things others + hear not—voices calling to unknown hunters of wide fields, or to + herdsmen, shepherds of the starry flocks?" + </p> + <p> + Apollo answered the shepherd: "Damon, a song stole from the silence while + the gods were not yet, and a thousand ages passed ere they came, called + forth by the music; and a thousand ages they listened, and then joined in + the song. Then began the worlds to glimmer shadowy about them, and bright + beings to bow before them. These, their children, began in their turn to + sing the song that calls forth and awakens life. He is master of all + things who has learned their music. Damon, heed not the shadows, but the + voices. The voices have a message to thee from beyond the gods. Learn + their song and sing it over again to the people until their hearts, too, + grow sick with longing, and they can hear the song within themselves. Oh, + my son, I see far off how the nations shall join in it as in a chorus, + and, hearing it, the rushing planets shall cease from their speed and be + steadfast. Men shall hold starry sway." + </p> + <p> + The face of the god shone through the face of the old man, and it was so + full of secretness that, filled with awe, Damon, the herdsman, passed from + the presence, and a strange fire was kindled in his heart. The songs that + he sang thereafter caused childhood and peace to pass from the dwellers in + the woods. + </p> + <p> + Then the two lovers, Dion and Nemra, came in and stood before Apollo, and + Dion spake: "Father, you who are so wise can tell us what love is, so that + we shall never miss it. Old Tithonus nods his gray head at us as we pass. + He says only with the changeless gods has love endurance, and for men the + loving time is short, and its sweetness is soon over." + </p> + <p> + Neaera added: "But it is not true, father, for his drowsy eyes light when + he remembers the old days, when he was happy and proud in love as we are." + </p> + <p> + Apollo answered: "My children, I will tell you the legend how love came + into the world, and how it may endure. On high Olympus the gods held + council at the making of man, and each had brought a gift, and each gave + to man something of their own nature. Aphrodite, the loveliest and + sweetest, paused, and was about to add a new grace to his person; but Eros + cried: 'Let them not be so lovely without; let them be lovelier within. + Put your own soul in, O mother.' The mighty mother smiled, and so it was. + And now, whenever love is like hers, which asks not return, but shines on + all because it must, within that love Aphrodite dwells, and it becomes + immortal by her presence." + </p> + <p> + Then Dion and Neaera went out, and as they walked home through the forest, + purple and vaporous in the evening light, they drew closer together. Dion, + looking into the eyes of Neaera, saw there a new gleam, violet, magical, + shining—there was the presence of Aphrodite; there was her shrine. + </p> + <p> + After came in unto Apollo the two grand-children of old Tithonus, and they + cried: "See the flowers we have brought you! We gathered them for you in + the valley where they grow best!" Apollo said: "What wisdom shall we give + to children that they may remember? Our most beautiful for them!" And as + he stood and looked at them the mask of age and secretness vanished. He + appeared radiant in light. They laughed in joy at his beauty. Bending down + he kissed each upon the forehead, then faded away into the light which is + his home. + </p> + <p> + As the sun sank down amid the blue hills, the old priest awoke with a + sigh, and cried out: "Oh, that we could talk wisely as we do in our + dreams!" + </p> + <p> + 1893 <a name="link2H_4_0027" id="link2H_4_0027"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE CAVE OF LILITH + </h2> + <p> + Out of her cave came the ancient Lilith; Lilith the wise; Lilith the + enchantress. There ran a little path outside her dwelling; it wound away + among the mountains and glittering peaks, and before the door one of the + Wise Ones walked to and fro. Out of her cave came Lilith, scornful of his + solitude, exultant in her wisdom, flaunting her shining and magical + beauty. + </p> + <p> + "Still alone, star gazer! Is thy wisdom of no avail? Thou hast yet to + learn that I am more powerful, knowing the ways of error, than you who + know the ways of truth." + </p> + <p> + The Wise One heeded her not, but walked to and fro. His eyes were turned + to the distant peaks, the abode of his brothers. The starlight fell about + him; a sweet air came down the mountain path, fluttering his white robe; + he did not cease from his steady musing. Lilith wavered in her cave like a + mist rising between rocks. Her raiment was violet, with silvery gleams. + Her face was dim, and over her head rayed a shadowy diadem, like that + which a man imagines over the head of his beloved: and one looking closer + at her face would have seen that this was the crown he reached out to; + that the eyes burnt with his own longing; that the lips were parted to + yield to the secret wishes of his heart. + </p> + <p> + "Tell me, for I would know, why do you wait so long? I, here in my cave + between the valley and the height, blind the eyes of all who would pass. + Those who by chance go forth to you, come back to me again, and but one in + ten thousand passes on. My illusions are sweeter to them than truth. I + offer every soul its own shadow. I pay them their own price. I have grown + rich, though the simple shepards of old gave me birth. Men have made me; + the mortals have made me immortal. I rose up like a vapor from their first + dreams, and every sigh since then and every laugh remains with me. I am + made up of hopes and fears. The subtle princes lay out their plans of + conquest in my cave, and there the hero dreams, and there the lovers of + all time write in flame their history. I am wise, holding all experience, + to tempt, to blind, to terrify. None shall pass by. Why, therefore, dost + thou wait?" + </p> + <p> + The Wise One looked at her, and she shrank back a little, and a little her + silver and violet faded, but out of her cave her voice still sounded: + </p> + <p> + "The stars and the starry crown are not yours alone to offer, and every + promise you make I make also. I offer the good and the bad indifferently. + The lover, the poet, the mystic, and all who would drink of the first + fountain, I delude with my mirage. I was the Beatrice who led Dante + upwards: the gloom was in me, and the glory was mine also, and he went not + out of my cave. The stars and the shining of heaven were illusions of the + infinite I wove about him. I captured his soul with the shadow of space; a + nutshell would have contained the film. I smote on the dim heart-chords + the manifold music of being. God is sweeter in the human than the human in + God. Therefore he rested in me." + </p> + <p> + She paused a little, and then went on: "There is that fantastic fellow who + slipped by me. Could your wisdom not retain him? He returned to me full of + anguish, and I wound my arms round him like a fair melancholy; and now his + sadness is as sweet to him as hope was before his fall. Listen to his + song!" She paused again. A voice came up from the depths chanting a sad + knowledge: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + What of all the will to do? + It has vanished long ago, + For a dream-shaft pierced it through + From the Unknown Archer's bow. + + What of all the soul to think? + Some one offered it a cup + Filled with a diviner drink, + And the flame has burned it up. + + What of all the hope to climb? + Only in the self we grope + To the misty end of time, + Truth has put an end to hope. + + What of all the heart to love? + Sadder than for will or soul, + No light lured it on above: + Love has found itself the whole. +</pre> + <p> + "Is it not pitiful? I pity only those who pity themselves. Yet he is mine + more surely than ever. This is the end of human wisdom. How shall he now + escape? What shall draw him up?" + </p> + <p> + "His will shall awaken," said the Wise One. "I do not sorrow over him, for + long is the darkness before the spirit is born. He learns in your caves + not to see, not to hear, not to think, for very anguish flying your + illusions." + </p> + <p> + "Sorrow is a great bond," Lilith said. + </p> + <p> + "It is a bond to the object of sorrow. He weeps what thou canst never give + him, a life never breathed in thee. He shall come forth, and thou shalt + not see him at the time of passing. When desire dies the swift and + invisible will awakens. He shall go forth; and one by one the dwellers in + your caves will awaken and pass onward. This small old path will be + trodden by generation after generation. Thou, too, O shining Lilith, shalt + follow, not as mistress, but as handmaiden." + </p> + <p> + "I will weave spells," Lilith cried. "They shall never pass me. I will + drug them with the sweetest poison. They shall rest drowsily and content + as of old. Were they not giants long ago, mighty men and heroes? I + overcame them with young enchantment. Shall they pass by feeble and + longing for bygone joys, for the sins of their exultant youth, while I + have grown into a myriad wisdom?" + </p> + <p> + The Wise One walked to and fro as before, and there was silence: and I saw + that with steady will he pierced the tumultuous gloom of the cave, and a + spirit awoke here and there from its dream. And I though I saw that Sad + Singer become filled with a new longing for true being, and that the + illusions of good and evil fell from him, and that he came at last to the + knees of the Wise One to learn the supreme truth. In the misty midnight I + hear these three voices—the Sad Singer, the Enchantress Lilith, and + the Wise One. From the Sad Singer I learned that thought of itself leads + nowhere, but blows the perfume from every flower, and cuts the flower from + every tree, and hews down every tree from the valley, and in the end goes + to and fro in waste places—gnawing itself in a last hunger. I + learned from Lilith that we weave our own enchantment, and bind ourselves + with out own imagination. To think of the true as beyond us or to love the + symbol of being is to darken the path to wisdom, and to debar us from + eternal beauty. From the Wise One I learned that the truest wisdom is to + wait, to work, and to will in secret. Those who are voiceless today, + tomorrow shall be eloquent, and the earth shall hear them and her children + salute them. Of these three truths the hardest to learn is the silent + will. Let us seek for the highest truth. + </p> + <p> + 1894 <a name="link2H_4_0028" id="link2H_4_0028"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE STORY OF A STAR + </h2> + <p> + The emotions that haunted me in that little cathedral town would be most + difficult to describe. After the hurry, rattle, and fever of the city, the + rare weeks spent here were infinitely peaceful. They were full of a quaint + sense of childhood, with sometimes a deeper chord touched—the giant + and spiritual things childhood has dreams of. The little room I slept in + had opposite its window the great gray cathedral wall; it was only in the + evening that the sunlight crept round it and appeared in the room strained + through the faded green blind. It must have been this silvery quietness of + color which in some subtle way affected me with the feeling of a continual + Sabbath; and this was strengthened by the bells chiming hour after hour. + The pathos, penitence, and hope expressed by the flying notes colored the + intervals with faint and delicate memories. They haunted my dreams, and I + heard with unutterable longing the dreamy chimes pealing from some dim and + vast cathedral of the cosmic memory, until the peace they tolled became + almost a nightmare, and I longed for utter oblivion or forgetfulness of + their reverberations. + </p> + <p> + More remarkable were the strange lapses into other worlds and times. + Almost as frequent as the changing of the bells were the changes from + state to state. I realized what is meant by the Indian philosophy of Maya. + Truly my days were full of Mayas, and my work-a-day city life was no more + real to me than one of those bright, brief glimpses of things long past. I + talk of the past, and yet these moments taught me how false our ideas of + time are. In the Ever-living yesterday, today, and tomorrow are words of + no meaning. I know I fell into what we call the past and the things I + counted as dead for ever were the things I had yet to endure. Out of the + old age of earth I stepped into its childhood, and received once more the + primal blessing of youth, ecstasy, and beauty. But these things are too + vast and vague to speak of, the words we use today cannot tell their + story. Nearer to our time is the legend that follows. + </p> + <p> + I was, I thought, one of the Magi of old Persia, inheritor of its + unforgotten lore, and using some of its powers. I tried to pierce through + the great veil of nature, and feel the life that quickened it within. I + tried to comprehend the birth and growth of planets, and to do this I rose + spiritually and passed beyond earth's confines into that seeming void + which is the Matrix where they germinate. On one of these journeys I was + struck by the phantasm, so it seemed, of a planet I had not observed + before. I could not then observe closer, and coming again on another + occasion it had disappeared. After the lapse of many months I saw it once + more, brilliant with fiery beauty. Its motion was slow, revolving around + some invisible centre. I pondered over it, and seemed to know that the + invisible centre was its primordial spiritual state, from which it emerged + a little while and into which it then withdrew. Short was its day; its + shining faded into a glimmer, and then into darkness in a few months. I + learned its time and cycles; I made preparations and determined to await + its coming. + </p> + <p> + The Birth of a Planet + </p> + <p> + At first silence and then an inner music, and then the sounds of song + throughout the vastness of its orbit grew as many in number as there were + stars at gaze. Avenues and vistas of sound! They reeled to and fro. They + poured from a universal stillness quick with unheard things. They rushed + forth and broke into a myriad voices gay with childhood. From age and the + eternal they rushed forth into youth. They filled the void with reveling + and exultation. In rebellion they then returned and entered the dreadful + Fountain. Again they came forth, and the sounds faded into whispers; they + rejoiced once again, and again died into silence. + </p> + <p> + And now all around glowed a vast twilight; it filled the cradle of the + planet with colorless fire. I felt a rippling motion which impelled me + away from the centre to the circumference. At that began to curdle, a + milky and nebulous substance rocked to and fro. At every motion the + pulsation of its rhythm carried it farther and farther away from the + centre; it grew darker, and a great purple shadow covered it so that I + could see it no longer. I was now on the outer verge, where the twilight + still continued to encircle the planet with zones of clear transparent + light. + </p> + <p> + As night after night I rose up to visit it they grew many-colored and + brighter. I saw the imagination of nature visibly at work. I wandered + through shadowy immaterial forests, a titanic vegetation built up of light + and color; I saw it growing denser, hung with festoons and trailers of + fire, and spotted with the light of myriad flowers such as earth never + knew. Coincident with the appearance of these things I felt within myself, + as if in harmonious movement, a sense of joyousness, an increase of + self-consciousness: I felt full of gladness, youth, and the mystery of the + new. I felt that greater powers were about to appear, those who had thrown + outwards this world and erected it as a place in space. + </p> + <p> + I could not tell half the wonder of this strange race. I could not myself + comprehend more than a little of the mystery of their being. They + recognized my presence there, and communicated with me in such a way that + I can only describe it by saying that they seemed to enter into my soul, + breathing a fiery life; yet I knew that the highest I could reach to was + but the outer verge of their spiritual nature, and to tell you but a + little I have many times to translate it; for in the first unity with + their thought I touched on an almost universal sphere of life, I peered + into the ancient heart that beats throughout time; and this knowledge + became change in me, first into a vast and nebulous symbology, and so down + through many degrees of human thought into words which hold not at all the + pristine and magical beauty. + </p> + <p> + I stood before one of this race, and I thought, "What is the meaning and + end of life here?" Within me I felt the answering ecstasy that illuminated + with vistas of dawn and rest: It seemed to say: + </p> + <p> + "Our spring and our summer are unfolding into light and form, and our + autumn and winter are a fading into the infinite soul." + </p> + <p> + I questioned in my heart, "To what end is this life poured forth and + withdrawn?" + </p> + <p> + He came nearer and touched me; once more I felt the thrill of being that + changed itself into vision. + </p> + <p> + "The end is creation, and creation is joy. The One awakens out of + quiescence as we come forth, and knows itself in us; as we return we enter + it in gladness, knowing ourselves. After long cycles the world you live in + will become like ours; it will be poured forth and withdrawn; a mystic + breath, a mirror to glass your being." + </p> + <p> + He disappeared while I wondered what cyclic changes would transmute our + ball of mud into the subtle substance of thought. + </p> + <p> + In that world I dared not stay during its period of withdrawal; having + entered a little into its life, I became subject to its laws; the Powers + on its return would have dissolved my being utterly. I felt with a wild + terror its clutch upon me, and I withdrew from the departing glory, from + the greatness that was my destiny—but not yet. + </p> + <p> + From such dreams I would be aroused, perhaps, by a gentle knock at my + door, and my little cousin Margaret's quaint face would peep in with a + "Cousin Robert, are you not coming down to supper?" + </p> + <p> + Of these visions in the light of after thought I would speak a little. All + this was but symbol, requiring to be thrice sublimed in interpretation ere + its true meaning can be grasped. I do not know whether worlds are heralded + by such glad songs, or whether any have such a fleeting existence, for the + mind that reflects truth is deluded with strange phantasies of time and + place in which seconds are rolled out into centuries and long cycles are + reflected in an instant of time. There is within us a little space through + which all the threads of the universe are drawn; and, surrounding that + incomprehensible centre, the mind of man sometimes catches glimpses of + things which are true only in those glimpses; when we record them the true + has vanished, and a shadowy story—such as this—alone remains. + Yet, perhaps, the time is not altogether wasted in considering legends + like these, for they reveal, though but in phantasy and symbol, a + greatness we are heirs to, a destiny which is ours though it be yet far + away. + </p> + <p> + 1894 <a name="link2H_4_0029" id="link2H_4_0029"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + A DREAM OF ANGUS OGE + </h2> + <p> + The day had been wet and wild, and the woods looked dim and drenched from + the window where Con sat. All the day long his ever restless feet were + running to the door in a vain hope of sunshine. His sister, Norah, to + quiet him had told him over and over again the tales which delighted him, + the delight of hearing which was second only to the delight of living them + over himself, when as Cuculain he kept the ford which led to Ulla, his + sole hero heart matching the hosts of Meave; or as Fergus he wielded the + sword of light the Druids made and gave to the champion, which in its + sweep shore away the crests of the mountains; or as Brian, the ill-fated + child of Turann, he went with his brothers in the ocean-sweeping boat + farther than ever Columbus traveled, winning one by one in dire conflict + with kings and enchanters the treasures which would appease the implacable + heart of Lu. + </p> + <p> + He had just died in a corner of the room from his many wounds when Norah + came in declaring that all these famous heroes must go to bed. He + protested in vain, but indeed he was sleepy, and before he had been + carried half-way to the room the little soft face drooped with half-closed + eyes, while he drowsily rubbed his nose upon her shoulder in an effort to + keep awake. For a while she flitted about him, looking, with her dark, + shadowy hair flickering in the dim, silver light like one of the beautiful + heroines of Gaelic romance, or one of the twilight, race of the Sidhe. + Before going she sat by his bed and sang to him some verses of a song, set + to an old Celtic air whose low intonations were full of a half-soundless + mystery: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Over the hill-tops the gay lights are peeping; + Down in the vale where the dim fleeces stray + Ceases the smoke from the hamlet upcreeping: + Come, thou, my shepherd, and lead me away. +</pre> + <p> + "Who's the shepherd?" said the boy, suddenly sitting up. + </p> + <p> + "Hush, alannah, I will tell you another time." She continued still more + softly: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Lord of the Wand, draw forth from the darkness, + Warp of the silver, and woof of the gold: + Leave the poor shade there bereft in its starkness: + Wrapped in the fleece we will enter the Fold. + + There from the many-orbed heart where the Mother + Breathes forth the love on her darlings who roam, + We will send dreams to their land of another + Land of the Shining, their birthplace and home. +</pre> + <p> + He would have asked a hundred questions, but she bent over him, enveloping + him with a sudden nightfall of hair, to give him his good-night kiss, and + departed. Immediately the boy sat up again; all his sleepiness gone. The + pure, gay, delicate spirit of childhood was darting at ideas dimly + perceived in the delicious moonlight of romance which silvered his brain, + where may airy and beautiful figures were moving: The Fianna with floating + locks chasing the flying deer; shapes more solemn, vast, and misty, + guarding the avenues to unspeakable secrets; but he steadily pursued his + idea. + </p> + <p> + "I guess he's one of the people who take you away to faeryland. Wonder if + he'd come to me? Think it's easy going away," with an intuitive perception + of the frailty of the link binding childhood to earth in its dreams. (As a + man Con will strive with passionate intensity to regain that free, gay + motion in the upper airs.) "Think I'll try if he'll come," and he sang, + with as near an approach as he could make to the glimmering cadences of + his sister's voice: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Come, thou, my shepherd, and lead me away. +</pre> + <p> + He then lay back quite still and waited. He could not say whether hours or + minutes had passed, or whether he had slept or not, until he was aware of + a tall golden-bearded man standing by his bed. Wonderfully light was this + figure, as if the sunlight ran through his limbs; a spiritual beauty was + on the face, and those strange eyes of bronze and gold with their subtle + intense gaze made Con aware for the first time of the difference between + inner and out in himself. + </p> + <p> + "Come, Con, come away!" the child seemed to hear uttered silently. + </p> + <p> + "You're the Shepherd!" said Con, "I'll go." Then suddenly, "I won't come + back and be old when they're all dead?" a vivid remembrance of Ossian's + fate flashing upon him. + </p> + <p> + A most beautiful laughter, which again to Con seemed half soundless, came + in reply. His fears vanished; the golden-bearded man stretched a hand over + him for a moment, and he found himself out in the night, now clear and + starlit. Together they moved on as if borne by the wind, past many woods + and silver-gleaming lakes, and mountains which shone like a range of opals + below the purple skies. The Shepherd stood still for a moment by one of + these hills, and there flew out, riverlike, a melody mingled with a + tinkling as of innumerable elfin hammers, and there, was a sound of many + gay voices where an unseen people were holding festival, or enraptured + hosts who were let loose for the awakening, the new day which was to dawn, + for the delighted child felt that faeryland was come over again with its + heroes and battles. + </p> + <p> + "Our brothers rejoice," said the Shepherd to Con. + </p> + <p> + "Who are they?" asked the boy. + </p> + <p> + "They are the thoughts of our Father." + </p> + <p> + "May we go in?" Con asked, for he was fascinated by the melody, mystery, + and flashing lights. + </p> + <p> + "Not now. We are going to my home where I lived in the days past when + there came to me many kings and queens of ancient Eire, many heroes and + beautiful women, who longed for the Druid wisdom we taught." + </p> + <p> + "And did you fight like Finn, and carry spears as tall as trees, and chase + the deer through the Woods, and have feastings and singing?" + </p> + <p> + "No, we, the Dananns, did none of those things—but those who were + weary of battle, and to whom feast and song brought no pleasure, came to + us and passed hence to a more wonderful land, a more immortal land than + this." + </p> + <p> + As he spoke he paused before a great mound, grown over with trees, and + around it silver clear in the moonlight were immense stones piled, the + remains of an original circle, and there was a dark, low, narrow entrance + leading within. He took Con by the hand, and in an instant they were + standing in a lofty, cross-shaped cave, built roughly of huge stones. + </p> + <p> + "This was my palace. In days past many a one plucked here the purple + flower of magic and the fruit of the tree of life." + </p> + <p> + "It is very dark," said the child disconsolately. He had expected + something different. + </p> + <p> + "Nay, but look: you will see it is the palace of a god." And even as he + spoke a light began to glow and to pervade the cave and to obliterate the + stone walls and the antique hieroglyphs engraved thereon, and to melt the + earthen floor into itself like a fiery sun suddenly uprisen within the + world, and there was everywhere a wandering ecstasy of sound: light and + sound were one; light had a voice, and the music hung glittering in the + air. + </p> + <p> + "Look, how the sun is dawning for us, ever dawning; in the earth, in our + hearts, with ever youthful and triumphant voices. Your sun is but a smoky + shadow, ours the ruddy and eternal glow; yours is far way, ours is heart + and hearth and home; yours is a light without, ours a fire within, in + rock, in river, in plain, everywhere living, everywhere dawning, whence + also it cometh that the mountains emit their wondrous rays." + </p> + <p> + As he spoke he seemed to breathe the brilliance of that mystical sunlight + and to dilate and tower, so that the child looked up to a giant pillar of + light, having in his heart a sun of ruddy gold which shed its blinding + rays about him, and over his head there was a waving of fiery plumage and + on his face an ecstasy of beauty and immortal youth. + </p> + <p> + "I am Angus," Con heard; "men call me the Young. I am the sunlight in the + heart, the moonlight in the mind; I am the light at the end of every + dream, the voice for ever calling to come away; I am the desire beyond you + or tears. Come with me, come with me, I will make you immortal; for my + palace opens into the Gardens of the Sun, and there are the fire-fountains + which quench the heart's desire in rapture." And in the child's dream he + was in a palace high as the stars, with dazzling pillars jeweled like the + dawn, and all fashioned out of living and trembling opal. And upon their + thrones sat the Danann gods with their sceptres and diadems of rainbow + light, and upon their faces infinite wisdom and imperishable youth. In the + turmoil and growing chaos of his dream he heard a voice crying out, "You + remember, Con, Con, Conaire Mor, you remember!" and in an instant he was + torn from himself and had grown vaster, and was with the Immortals, seated + upon their thrones, they looking upon him as a brother, and he was flying + away with them into the heart of the gold when he awoke, the spirit of + childhood dazzled with the vision which is too lofty for princes. + </p> + <p> + 1897 <a name="link2H_4_0030" id="link2H_4_0030"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + DEIRDRE + </h2> + <p> + A LEGEND IN THREE ACTS + </p> + <p> + Dramatis Personae: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + CONCOBAR............... Ardrie of Ulla. + NAISI + AINLE, ARDAN............ Brothers of Naisi. + FERGUS + BUINNE, ILANN.......... Sons of Fergus + CATHVAH................. A Druid + DEIRDRE + LAVARCAN................ A Druidess + Herdsman, + Messenger +</pre> + <p> + <br /><a name="linkact1" id="linkact1"></a> <br /> + </p> + <div class="play"> + <h2> + ACT I. + </h2> + <p> + SCENE.—The dun of DEIRDRE'S captivity. LAVARCAM, a Druidess, sits + before the door in the open air. DEIRDRE comes out of the dun. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Dear fostermother, how the spring is beginning! The music + of the Father's harp is awakening the flowers. Now the winter's sleep is + over, and the spring flows from the lips of the harp. Do you not feel + the thrill in the wind—a joy answering the trembling strings? Dear + fostermother, the spring and the music are in my heart! + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—The harp has but three notes; and, after sleep and + laughter, the last sound is of weeping. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Why should there be any sorrow while I am with you? I am + happy here. Last night in a dream I saw the blessed Sidhe upon the + mountains, and they looked on me with eyes of love. + </p> + <p> + (An old HERDSMAN enters, who bows before LAVARCAM.) + </p> + <p> + HERDSMAN—Lady, the High King is coming through the woods. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Deirdre, go to the grianan for a little. You shall tell + me your dream again, my child. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Why am I always hidden from the King's sight. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—It is the King's will you should see no one except these + aged servants. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Am I indeed fearful to look upon, foster-mother? I do not + think so, or you would not love me. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—It is the King's will. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Yet why must it be so, fostermother? Why must I hide away? + Why must I never leave the valley? + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—It is the king's will. + </p> + <p> + While she is speaking CONCOBAR enters. He stands still and looks on + DEIRDRE. DEIRDRE gazes on the KING for a moment, and then covering her + face with her hands, she hurries into the dun. The HERDSMAN goes out. + LAVARCAM sees and bows before the KING. + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—Lady, is all well with you and your charge? + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—All is well. + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—Is there peace in Deirdre's heart? + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—She is happy, not knowing a greater happiness than to + roam the woods or to dream of the immortal ones can bring her. + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—Fate has not found her yet hidden in this valley. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Her happiness is to be here. But she asks why must she + never leave the glen. Her heart quickens within her. Like a bird she + listens to the spring, and soon the valley will be narrow as a cage. + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—I cannot open the cage. Less ominous the Red Swineherd at + a feast than this beautiful child in Ulla. You know the word of the + Druids at her birth. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Aye, through her would come the destruction of the Red + Branch. But sad is my heart, thinking of her lonely youth. + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—The gods did not guide us how the ruin might be averted. + The Druids would have slain her, but I set myself against the wise ones, + thinking in my heart that the chivalry of the Red Branch would be + already gone if this child were slain. If we are to perish it shall be + nobly, and without any departure from the laws of our order. So I have + hidden her away from men, hoping to stay the coming of fate. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—King, your mercy will return to you, and if any of the + Red Branch fall, you will not fall. + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—If her thoughts turned only to the Sidhe her heart would + grow cold to the light love that warriors give. The birds of Angus + cannot breathe or sing their maddening song in the chill air that + enfolds the wise. For this, Druidess, I made thee her fosterer. Has she + learned to know the beauty of the ever-living ones, after which the + earth fades and no voice can call us back? + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—The immortals have appeared to her in vision and looked + on her with eyes of love. + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—Her beauty is so great it would madden whole hosts, and + turn them from remembrance of their duty. We must guard well the safety + of the Red Branch. Druidess, you have seen with subtle eyes the shining + life beyond this. But through the ancient traditions of Ulla, which the + bards have kept and woven into song, I have seen the shining law enter + men's minds, and subdue the lawless into love of justice. A great + tradition is shaping a heroic race; and the gods who fought at Moytura + are descending and dwelling in the heart of the Red Branch. Deeds will + be done in our time as mighty as those wrought by the giants who battled + at the dawn; and through the memory of our days and deeds the gods will + build themselves an eternal empire in the mind of the Gael. Wise woman, + guard well this beauty which fills my heart with terror. I go now, and + will doubly warn the spearmen at the passes, but will come hither again + and speak with thee of these things, and with Deirdre I would speak + also. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—King of Ulla, be at peace. It is not I who will break + through the design of the gods. (CONCOBAR goes through the woods, after + looking for a time at the door of the dun.) But Deirdre is also one of + the immortals. What the gods desire will utter itself through her heart. + I will seek counsel from the gods. + </p> + <p> + [DEIRDRE comes slowly through the door.] + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Is he gone? I fear this stony king with his implacable + eyes. + </p> + <p> + LAVARVAM—He is implacable only in his desire for justice. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—No! No! There is a hunger in his eyes for I know not what. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—He is the wisest king who ever sat on the chair of Macha. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—He has placed a burden on my heart. Oh! fostermother, the + harp of life is already trembling into sorrow! + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Do not think of him. Tell me your dream, my child. + </p> + <p> + [DEIRDRE comes from the door of the dun and sits on a deerskin at + LAVARCAM's feet.] + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Tell me, do happy dreams bring happiness, and do our + dreams of the Sidhe ever grow real to us as you are real to me? Do their + eyes draw nigh to ours, and can the heart we dream of ever be a refuge + for our hearts. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Tell me your dream. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Nay; but answer first of all, dear fostermother—you + who are wise, and who have talked with the Sidhe. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Would it make you happy to have your dream real, my + darling? + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Oh, it would make me happy! + </p> + <p> + [She hides her face on LAVARCAM's knees.] + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—If I can make your dream real, I will, my beautiful fawn. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Dear fostermother, I think my dream is coming near to me. + It is coming to me now. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Deirdre, tell me what hope has entered your heart? + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—In the night I saw in a dream the top of the mountain + yonder, beyond the woods, and three hunters stood there in the dawn. The + sun sent its breath upon their faces, but there was a light about them + never kindled at the sun. They were surely hunters from some heavenly + field, or the three gods whom Lu condemned to wander in mortal form, and + they are come again to the world to seek some greater treasure. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Describe to me these immortal hunters. In Eire we know no + gods who take such shape appearing unto men. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—I cannot now make clear to thee my remembrance of two of + the hunters, but the tallest of the three—oh, he stood like a + flame against the flameless sky, and the whole sapphire of the heavens + seemed to live in his fearless eyes! His hair was darker than the + raven's wing, his face dazzling in its fairness. He pointed with his + great flame-bright spear to the valley. His companions seemed in doubt, + and pointed east and west. Then in my dream I came nigh him and + whispered in his ear, and pointed the way through the valley to our dun. + I looked into his eyes, and he started like one who sees a vision; and I + know, dear fostermother, he will come here, and he will love me. Oh, I + would die if he did not love me! + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Make haste, my child, and tell me was there aught else + memorable about this hero and his companions? + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Yes, I remember each had the likeness of a torch shedding + rays of gold embroidered on the breast. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Deirdre, Deirdre, these are no phantoms, but living + heroes! O wise king, the eyes of the spirit thou wouldst open have seen + farther than the eyes of the body thou wouldst blind! The Druid vision + has only revealed to this child her destiny. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Why do you talk so strangely, fostermother? + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Concobar, I will not fight against the will of the + immortals. I am not thy servant, but theirs. Let the Red Branch fall! If + the gods scatter it they have chosen to guide the people of Ulla in + another I path. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—What has disturbed your mind, dear foster-mother? What + have I to do with the Red Branch? And why should the people of Ulla fall + because of me? + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—O Deirdre, there were no warriors created could overcome + the Red Branch. The gods have but smiled on this proud chivalry through + thine eyes, and they are already melted. The waving of thy hand is more + powerful to subdue than the silver rod of the king to sustain. Thy + golden hair shall be the flame to burn up Ulla. + </p> + <p> + DEIDRE—Oh, what do you mean by these fateful prophecies? You fill + me with terror. Why should a dream so gentle and sweet portend sorrow? + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Dear golden head, cast sorrow aside for a time. The + Father has not yet struck the last chords on the harp of life. The + chords of joy have but begun for thee. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—You confuse my mind, dear fostermother, with your speech + of joy and sorrow. It is not your wont. Indeed, I think my dream + portends joy. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—It is love, Deirdre, which is coming to thee. Love, which + thou hast never known. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—But I love thee, dearest and kindest of guardians. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Oh, in this love heaven and earth will be forgotten, and + your own self unremembered, or dim and far off as a home the spirit + fives in no longer. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Tell me, will the hunter from the hills come to us? I + think I could forget all for him. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—He is not one of the Sidhe, but the proudest and bravest + of the Red Branch, Naisi, son of Usna. Three lights of valor among the + Ultonians are Naisi and his brothers. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Will he love me, fostermother, as you love me, and will he + live with us here? + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Nay, where he goes you must go, and he must fly afar to + live with you. But I will leave you now for a little, child, I would + divine the future. + </p> + <p> + [LAVARCAM kisses DEIRDRE and goes within the dun. DEIRDRE walks to and + fro before the door. NAISI enters. He sees DEIRDRE, who turns and looks + at him, pressing her hands to her breast. Naisi bows before DEIRDRE.] + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Goddess, or enchantress, thy face shone on me at dawn on the + mountain. Thy lips called me hither, and I have come. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—I called thee, dear Naisi. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Oh, knowing my name, never before having spoken to me, thou + must know my heart also. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Nay, I know not. Tell me what is in thy heart. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—O enchantress, thou art there. The image of thine eyes is + there and thy smiling lips, and the beating of my heart is muffled in a + cloud of thy golden tresses. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Say on, dear Naisi. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—I have told thee all. Thou only art in my heart. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—But I have never ere this spoken to any man. Tell me more. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—If thou hast never before spoken to any man, then indeed art + thou one of the immortals, and my hope is vain. Hast thou only called me + to thy world to extinguish my life hereafter in memories of thee? + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—What wouldst thou with me, dear Naisi? + </p> + <p> + NAISI—I would carry thee to my dun by the sea of Moyle, O + beautiful woman, and set thee there on an ivory throne. The winter would + not chill thee there, nor the summer burn thee, for I would enfold thee + with my love, enchantress, if thou camest—to my world. Many + warriors are there of the clan Usna, and two brothers I have who are + strong above any hosts, and they would all die with me for thy sake. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE (taking the hands of NAISI)—I will go with thee where thou + goest. (Leaning her head on NAISI's shoulder.) Oh, fostermother, too + truly hast thou spoken! I know myself not. My spirit has gone from me to + this other heart for ever. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Dost thou forego thy shining world for me? + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—(coming out of the dun). Naisi, this is the Deirdre of + the prophecies. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Deirdre! Deirdre! I remember in some old tale of my + childhood that name. (Fiercely.) It was a lying prophecy. What has this + girl to do with the downfall of Ulla? + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Thou art the light of the Ultonian's, Naisi, but thou art + not the star of knowledge. The Druids spake truly. Through her, but not + through her sin, will come the destruction of the Red Branch. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—I have counted death as nothing battling for the Red Branch; + and I would not, even for Deirdre, war upon my comrades. But Deirdre I + will not leave nor forget for a thousand prophecies made by the Druids + in their dotage. If the Red Branch must fall, it will fall through + treachery; but Deirdre I will love, and in my love is no dishonor, nor + any broken pledge. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Remember, Naisi, the law of the king. It is death to thee + to be here. Concobar is even now in the woods, and will come hither + again. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Is it death to thee to love me, Naisi? Oh, fly quickly, + and forget me. But first, before thou goest, bend down thy head—low—rest + it on my bosom. Listen to the beating of my heart. That passionate + tumult is for thee! There, I have kissed thee. I have sweet memories for + ever-lasting. Go now, my beloved, quickly. I fear—I fear for thee + this stony king. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—I do not fear the king, nor will I fly hence. It is due to + the chief of the Red Branch that I should stay and face him, having set + my mill against his. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—You cannot remain now. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—It is due to the king. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—You must go; both must go. Do not cloud your heart with + dreams of a false honor. It is not your death only, but Deirdre's which + will follow. Do you think the Red Branch would spare her, after your + death, to extinguish another light of valor, and another who may wander + here? + </p> + <p> + NAISI—I will go with Deirdre to Alba. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Through life or to death I will go with thee, Naisi. + </p> + <p> + [Voices of AINLE and ARDAN are heard in the wood.] + </p> + <p> + ARDAN—I think Naisi went this way. + </p> + <p> + AINLE—He has been wrapt in a dream since the dawn. See! This is + his footstep in the clay! + </p> + <p> + ARDAN—I heard voices. + </p> + <p> + AINLE—(entering with ARDAN) Here is our dream-led brother. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Ainle and Ardan, this is Deirdre, your sister. I have broken + through the command of the king, and fly with her to Alba to avoid + warfare with the Red Branch. + </p> + <p> + ARDAN—Our love to thee, beautiful sister. + </p> + <p> + AINLE—Dear maiden, thou art already in my heart with Naisi. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—You cannot linger here. With Concobar the deed follows + swiftly the counsel; tonight his spearmen will be on your track. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Listen, Ainle and Ardan. Go you to Emain Macha. It may be + the Red Branch will make peace between the king and myself. You are + guiltless in this flight. + </p> + <p> + AINLE—Having seen Deirdre, my heart is with you, brother, and I + also am guilty. + </p> + <p> + ARDAN—I think, being here, we, too, have broken the command of the + king. We will go with thee to Alba, dear brother and sister. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Oh, tarry not, tarry not! Make haste while there is yet + time. The thoughts of the king are circling around Deirdre as wolves + around the fold. Try not the passes of the valley, but over the hills. + The passes are all filled with the spearmen of the king. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—We will carry thee over the mountains, Deirdre, and tomorrow + will see us nigh to the isles of Alba. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Farewell, dear fostermother. I have passed the faery sea + since dawn, and have found the Island of Joy. Oh, see! what bright birds + are around us, with dazzling wings! Can you not hear their singing? Oh, + bright birds, make music for ever around my love and me! + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—They are the birds of Angus. Their singing brings love—and + death. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Nay, death has come before love, dear fostermother, and + all I was has vanished like a dewdrop in the sun. Oh, beloved, let us + go. We are leaving death behind us in the valley. + </p> + <p> + [DEIRDRE and the brothers go through the wood. LAVARCAM watches, and + when they are out of sight sits by the door of the dun with her head + bowed to her knees. After a little CONCOBAR enters.] + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—Where is Deirdre? + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—(not lifting her head). Deirdre has left death behind + her, and has entered into the Kingdom of her Youth. + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—Do not speak to me in portents. Lift up your head, + Druidess. Where is Deirdre? + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—(looking up). Deirdre is gone! + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—By the high gods, tell me whither, and who has dared to + take her hence? + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—She has fled with Naisi, son of Usna, and is beyond your + vengeance, king. + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—Woman, I swear by Balor, Tethra, and all the brood of + demons, I will have such a vengeance a thousand years hereafter shall be + frightened at the tale. If the Red Branch is to fall, it will sink at + least in the seas of the blood of the clan Usna. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—O king, the doom of the Red Branch had already gone forth + when you suffered love for Deirdre to enter your heart. + </p> + <p> + [Scene closes.] + </p> + <a name="link2H_4_0031" id="link2H_4_0031"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ACT II. + </h2> + <p> + SCENE.—In a dun by Loch Etive. Through the open door can be seen + lakes and wooded islands in a silver twilight. DEIRDRE stands at the + door looking over the lake. NAISI is within binding a spearhead to the + shaft. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—How still is the twilight! It is the sunset, not of one, + but of many days—so still, so still, so living! The enchantment of + Dana is upon the lakes and islands and woods, and the Great Father looks + down through the deepening heavens. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Thou art half of their world, beautiful woman, and it seems + fair to me, gazing on thine eyes. But when thou art not beside me the + flashing of spears is more to be admired than a whole heaven-full of + stars. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—O Naisi! still dost thou long, for the Red Branch and the + peril of battles and death. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Not for the Red Branch, nor the peril of battles, nor death, + do I long. But— + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—But what, Naisi? What memory of Eri hast thou hoarded in + thy heart? + </p> + <p> + NAISI—(bending over his spear) It is nothing, Deirdre. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—It is a night of many days, Naisi. See, all the bright day + had hidden is revealed! Look, there! A star! and another star! They + could not see each other through the day, for the hot mists of the sun + were about them. Three years of the sun have we passed in Alba, Naisi, + and now, O star of my heart, truly do I see you, this night of many + days. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Though my breast lay clear as a crystal before thee, thou + couldst see no change in my heart. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—There is no change, beloved; but I see there one memory + warring on thy peace. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—What is it then, wise woman? + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—O Naisi, I have looked within thy heart, and thou hast + there imagined a king with scornful eyes thinking of thy flight. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—By the gods, but it is true! I would give this kingdom I + have won in Alba to tell the proud monarch I fear him not. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—O Naisi, that thought will draw thee back to Eri, and to I + know not what peril and death beyond the seas. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—I will not war on the Red Branch. They were ever faithful + comrades. Be at peace, Deirdre. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Oh, how vain it is to say to the heart, "Be at peace," + when the heart will not rest! Sorrow is on me, beloved, and I know not + wherefore. It has taken the strong and fast place of my heart, and sighs + there hidden in my love for thee. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Dear one, the songs of Ainle and the pleasant tales of Ardan + will drive away thy sorrow. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Ainle and Ardan! Where are they? They linger long. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—They are watching a sail that set hitherward from the south. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—A sail! + </p> + <p> + NAISI—A sail! What is there to startle thee in that? Have not a + thousand galleys lain in Loch Etive since I built this dun by the sea. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—I do not know, but my spirit died down in my heart as you + spake. I think the wind that brings it blows from Eri, and it is it has + brought sorrow to me. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—My beautiful one, it is but a fancy. It is some merchant + comes hither to barter Tyrian cloths for the cunning work of our smiths. + But glad would I be if he came from Eri, and I would feast him here for + a night, and sit round a fire of turves and hear of the deeds of the Red + Branch. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Your heart for ever goes out to the Red Branch, Naisi. + Were there any like unto thee, or Ainle, or Ardan? + </p> + <p> + NAISI—We were accounted most skilful, but no one was held to be + braver than another. If there were one it was great Fergus who laid + aside the silver rod which he held as Ardrie of Ulla, but he is in + himself greater than any king. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—And does one hero draw your heart back to Eri? + </p> + <p> + NAISI—A river of love, indeed, flows from my heart unto Fergus, + for there is no one more noble. But there were many others, Conal, and + the boy we called Cuculain, a dark, sad child, who was the darling of + the Red Branch, and truly he seemed like one who would be a world-famous + warrior. There were many held him to be a god in exile. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—I think we, too, are in exile in this world. But tell me + who else among the Red Branch do you think of with love? + </p> + <p> + NAISI—There was the Ardrie, Concobar, whom no man knows, indeed, + for he is unfathomable. But he is a wise king, though moody and + passionate at times, for he was cursed in his youth for a sin against + one of the Sidhe. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Oh, do not speak of him! My heart falls at the thought of + him as into a grave, and I know I will die when we meet. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—I know one who will die before that, my fawn. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Naisi! You remember when we fled that night; as I lay by + thy side—thou wert yet strange to me—I heard voices speaking + out of the air. The great ones were invisible, yet their voices sounded + solemnly. "Our brother and our sister do not remember," one said; and + another spake: "They will serve the purpose all the same," and there was + more which I could not understand, but I knew we were to bring some + great gift to the Gael. Yesternight, in a dream, I heard the voices + again, and I cannot recall what they said; but as I woke from sleep my + pillow was wet with tears falling softly, as out of another world, and I + saw before me thy face, pale and still, Naisi, and the king, with his + implacable eyes. Oh, pulse of my heart, I know the gift we shall give to + the Gael will be a memory to pity and sigh over, and I shall be the + priestess of tears. Naisi, promise me you will never go back to Ulla—swear + to me, Naisi. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—I will, if— + </p> + <p> + [Here AINLE and ARDAN enter.] + </p> + <p> + AINLE—Oh, great tidings, brother! + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—I feel fate is stealing on us with the footsteps of those + we love. Before they speak, promise me, Naisi. + </p> + <p> + AINLE—What is it, dear sister? Naisi will promise thee anything, + and if he does not we will make him do it all the same. + </p> + <p> + DEIDRE—Oh, let me speak! Both Death and the Heart's Desire are + speeding to win the race. Promise me, Naisi, you will never return to + Ulla. + </p> + <p> + ARDAN—Naisi, it were well to hear what tale may come from Emain + Macha. One of the Red Branch displays our banner on a galley from the + South. I have sent a boat to bring this warrior to our dun. It may be + Concobar is dead. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Why should we return? Is not the Clan Usna greater here + than ever in Eri. + </p> + <p> + AINLE—Dear sister, it is the land which gave us birth, which ever + like a mother whispered to us, and its whisper is sweeter than the + promise of beloved lips. Though we are kings here in Alba we are exiles, + and the heart is afar from its home. [A distant shout is heard.] + </p> + <p> + NAISI—I hear a call like the voice of a man of Eri. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—It is only a herdsman calling home his cattle. (She puts + her arms round NAISI's neck.) Beloved, am I become so little to you that + your heart is empty, and sighs for Eri? + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Deirdre, in my flight I have brought with me many whose + desire is afar, while you are set as a star by my side. They have left + their own land and many a maiden sighs for the clansmen who never + return. There is also the shadow of fear on my name, because I fled and + did not face the king. Shall I swear to keep my comrades in exile, and + let the shame of fear rest on the chieftain of their clan? + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Can they not go? Are we not enough for each other, for + surely to me thou art hearth and home, and where thou art there the + dream ends, and beyond it. There is no other dream. [A voice is heard + without, more clearly calling.] + </p> + <p> + AINLE—It is a familiar voice that calls! And I thought I heard thy + name, Naisi. + </p> + <p> + ARDAN—It is the honey-sweet speech of a man of Eri. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—It is one of our own clansmen. Naisi, will you not speak? + The hour is passing, and soon there will be naught but a destiny. + </p> + <p> + FERGUS—(without) Naisi! Naisi! + </p> + <p> + NAISI—A deep voice, like the roar of a storm god! It is Fergus who + comes from Eri. + </p> + <p> + ARDAN—He comes as a friend. There is no treachery in the Red + Branch. + </p> + <p> + AINLE.—Let us meet him, and give him welcome! [The brothers go to + the door of the dun. DEIRDRE leans against the wall with terror in her + eyes.] + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—(in a low broken voice). Naisi! (NAISI returns to her + side. AINLE and ARDAN go out. DEIRDRE rests one hand on NAISI's + shoulders and with the other points upwards.) Do you not see them? The + bright birds which sang at our flight! Look, how they wheel about us as + they sing! What a heart-rending music! And their plumage, Naisi! It is + all dabbled with crimson; and they shake a ruddy dew from their wings + upon us! Your brow is stained with the drops. Let me clear away the + stains. They pour over your face and hands. Oh! [She hides her face on + NAISI's breast.] + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Poor, frightened one, there are no birds! See, how clear are + my hands! Look again on my face. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—(looking up for an instant). Oh! blind, staring eyes. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Nay, they are filled with love, light of my heart. What has + troubled your mind? Am I not beside you, and a thousand clansmen around + our dun? + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—They go, and the music dies out. What was it Lavarcam + said? Their singing brings love and death. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—What matters death, for love will find us among the Ever + Living Ones. We are immortals and it does not become us to grieve. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Naisi, there is some treachery in the coming of Fergus. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—I say to you, Deirdre, that treachery is not to be spoken of + with Fergus. He was my fosterer, who taught me all a chieftain should + feel, and I shall not now accuse him on the foolish fancy of a woman. + (He turns from DEIRDRE, and as he nears the door FERGUS enters with + hands laid affectionately on a shoulder of each of the brothers; BUINNE + and ILANN follow.) Welcome, Fergus! Glad is my heart at your coming, + whether you bring good tidings or ill! + </p> + <p> + FERGUS—I would not have crossed the sea of Moyle to bring thee ill + tidings, Naisi. (He sees DEIRDRE.) My coming has affrighted thy lady, + who shakes like the white wave trembling before its fall. I swear to + thee, Deirdre, that the sons of Usna are dear to me as children to a + father. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—The Birds of Angus showed all fiery and crimson as you + came! + </p> + <p> + BUINNE—If we are not welcome in this dun let us return! + </p> + <p> + FERGUS—Be still, hasty boy. + </p> + <p> + ILANN—The lady Deirdre has received some omen or warning on our + account. When the Sidhe declare their will, we should with due awe + consider it. + </p> + <p> + ARDAN—Her mind has been troubled by a dream of some ill to Naisi. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—It was not by dreaming evils that the sons of Usna grew to + be champions in Ulla. And I took thee to my heart, Deirdre, though the + Druids trembled to murmur thy name. + </p> + <p> + FERGUS—If we listened to dreamers and foretellers the sword would + never flash from its sheath. In truth, I have never found the Sidhe send + omens to warriors; they rather bid them fly to herald our coming. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—And what doom comes with thee now that such omens fled + before thee? I fear thy coming, warrior. I fear the Lights of Valor will + be soon extinguished. + </p> + <p> + FERGUS—Thou shalt smile again, pale princess, when thou hast heard + my tale. It is not to the sons of Usna I would bring sorrow. Naisi, thou + art free to return to Ulla. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Does the king then forego his vengeance? + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—The king will never forego his vengeance. I have looked on + his face—the face of one who never changes his purpose. + </p> + <p> + FERGUS—He sends forgiveness and greetings. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—O Naisi, he sends honied words by the mouth of Fergus, but + the pent-up death broods in his own heart. + </p> + <p> + BUINNE—We were tempest-beaten, indeed, on the sea of Moyle, but + the storm of this girl's speech is more fearful to face. + </p> + <p> + FERGUS—Your tongue is too swift, Buinne. I say to you, Deirdre, + that if all the kings of Eri brooded ill to Naisi, they dare not break + through my protection. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—It is true, indeed, Fergus, though I have never asked any + protection save my own sword. It is a chill welcome you give to Fergus + and his sons, Deirdre. Ainle, tell them within to make ready the + feasting hall. [AINLE goes into an inner room.] + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—I pray thy pardon, warrior. Thy love for Naisi I do not + doubt. But in this holy place there is peace, and the doom that Cathvah + the Druid cried cannot fall. And oh, I feel, too, there, is One here + among us who pushes us silently from the place of life, and we are + drifting away—away from the world, on a tide which goes down into + the darkness! + </p> + <p> + ARDAN—The darkness is in your mind alone, poor sister. Great is + our joy to hear the message of Fergus. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—It is not like the king to change his will. Fergus, what has + wrought upon his mind? + </p> + <p> + FERGUS—He took counsel with the Druids and Lavarcam, and + thereafter spake at Emain Macha, that for no woman in the world should + the sons of Usna be apart from the Red Branch. And so we all spake + joyfully; and I have come with the king's message of peace, for he knew + that for none else wouldst thou return. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Surely, I will go with thee, Fergus. I long for the shining + eyes of friends and the fellowship of the Red Branch, and to see my own + country by the sea of Moyle. I weary of this barbarous people in Alba. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—O children of Usna, there is death in your going! Naisi, + will you not stay the storm bird of sorrow? I forehear the falling of + tears that cease not, and in generations unborn the sorrow of it all + that will never be stilled! + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Deirdre! Deirdre! It is not right for you, beautiful woman, + to come with tears between a thousand exiles and their own land! Many + battles have I fought, knowing well there would be death and weeping + after. If I feared to trust to the word of great kings and warriors, it + is not with tears I would be remembered. What would the bards sing of + Naisi—without trust! afraid of the outstretched hand!—freighted + by a woman's fears! By the gods, before the clan Usna were so shamed I + would shed my blood here with my own hand. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—O stay, stay your anger! Have pity on me, Naisi! Your + words, like lightnings, sear my heart. Never again will I seek to stay + thee. But speak to me with love once more, Naisi. Do not bend your brows + on me with anger; for, oh! but a little time remains for us to love! + </p> + <p> + FERGUS—Nay, Deirdre, there are many years. Thou shalt yet smile + back on this hour in thy old years thinking of the love and laughter + between. + </p> + <p> + AINLE—(entering) The feast is ready for our guests. + </p> + <p> + ARDAN—The bards shall sing of Eri tonight. Let the harpers sound + their gayest music. Oh, to be back once more in royal Emain! + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Come, Deirdre, forget thy fears. Come, Fergus, I long to + hear from thy lips of the Red Branch and Ulla. + </p> + <p> + FERGUS—It is geasa with me not to refuse a feast offered by one of + the Red Branch. + </p> + <p> + [FERGUS, BUINNE, ILANN, and the sons of Usna go into the inner room. + DEIRDRE remains silently standing for a time, as if stunned. The sound + of laughter and music floats in. She goes to the door of the dun, + looking out again over the lakes and islands.] + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Farewell O home of happy memories. Though thou art bleak + to Naisi, to me thou art bright. I shall never see thee more, save as + shadows we wander here, weeping over what is gone. Farewell, O gentle + people, who made music for me on the hills. The Father has struck the + last chord on the Harp of Life, and the music I shall hear hereafter + will be only sorrow. O Mother Dana, who breathed up love through the dim + earth to my heart, be with me where I am going. Soon shall I lie close + to thee for comfort, where many a broken heart has lain and many a + weeping head. [Music of harps and laughter again floats in.] + </p> + <p> + VOICES—Deirdre! Deirdre! Deirdre! + </p> + <p> + [DEIRDRE leaves the door of the dun, and the scene closes as she flings + herself on a couch, burying her face in her arms.] + </p> + <a name="link2H_4_0032" id="link2H_4_0032"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + ACT III. + </h2> + <p> + SCENE.—The House of the Red Branch at Emain Macha. There is a door + covered with curtains, through which the blue light of evening can be + seen. CONCOBAR sits at a table on which is a chessboard, with figures + arranged. LAVARCAM stands before the table. + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—The air is dense with omens, but all is uncertain. + Cathvah, for all his Druid art, is uncertain, and cannot foresee the + future; and in my dreams, too, I again see Macha, who died at my feet, + and she passes by me with a secret exultant smile. O Druidess, is the + sin of my boyhood to be avenged by this woman who comes back to Eri in a + cloud of prophecy? + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—The great beauty has passed from Deirdre in her + wanderings from place to place and from island to island. Many a time + has she slept on the bare earth ere Naisi won a kingdom for himself in + Alba. Surely the prophecy has already been fulfilled, for blood has been + shed for Deirdre, and the Red Branch divided on her account. To Naisi + the Red Branch are as brothers. Thou hast naught to fear. + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—Well, I have put aside my fears and taken thy counsel, + Druidess. For the sake of the Red Branch I have forgiven the sons of + Usna. Now, I will call together the Red Branch, for it is my purpose to + bring the five provinces under our sway, and there shall be but one + kingdom in Eri between the seas. [A distant shouting of many voices is + heard. LAVARCAM starts, clasping her hands.] + </p> + <p> + Why dost thou start, Druidess? Was it not foretold from of old, that the + gods would rule over one people in Eri? I sometimes think the warrior + soul of Lu shines through the boy Cuculain, who, after me, shall guide + the Red Branch; aye, and with him are many of the old company who fought + at Moytura, come back to renew the everlasting battle. Is not this the + Isle of Destiny, and the hour at hand? [The clamor is again renewed.] + </p> + <p> + What, is this clamor as if men hailed a king? (Calls.) Is there one + without there? (ILANN enters.) Ah! returned from Alba with the + fugitives! + </p> + <p> + ILANN—King, we have fulfilled our charge. The sons of Usna are + with us in Emain Macha. Whither is it your pleasure they should be led? + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—They shall be lodged here, in the House of the Red + Branch. (ILANN is about to withdraw.) Yet, wait, what mean all these + cries as of astonished men? + </p> + <p> + ILANN—The lady, Deirdre, has come with us, and her beauty is a + wonder to the gazers in the streets, for she moves among them like one + of the Sidhe, whiter than ivory, with long hair of gold, and her eyes, + like the blue flame of twilight, make mystery in their hearts. + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—(starting up) This is no fading beauty who returns! You + hear, Druidess! + </p> + <p> + ILANN—Ardrie of Ulla, whoever has fabled to thee that the beauty + of Deirdre is past has lied. She is sorrowful, indeed, but her sadness + only bows the heart to more adoration than her joy, and pity for her + seems sweeter than the dream of love. Fading! Yes, her yesterday fades + behind her every morning, and every changing mood seems only an + unveiling to bring her nearer to the golden spirit within. But how could + I describe Deirdre? In a little while she will be here, and you shall + see her with your own eyes. [ILLAN bows and goes out] + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—I will, indeed, see her with my own eyes. I will not, on + the report of a boy, speak words that shall make the Red Branch to drip + with blood. I will see with my own eyes. (He goes to the door.) But I + swear to thee, Druidess, if thou hast plotted deceit a second time with + Naisi, that all Eri may fall asunder, but I will be avenged. + </p> + <p> + [He holds the curtain aside with one hand and looks out. As he gazes his + face grows sterner, and he lifts his hand above his head in menace. + LAVARCAM looks on with terror, and as he drops the curtain and looks + back on her, she lets her face sink in her hands.] + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—(scornfully) A Druid makes prophecies and a Druidess + schemes to bring them to pass! Well have you all worked together! A + fading beauty was to return, and the Lights of Valor to shine again in + the Red-Branch! And I, the Ardrie of Ulla and the head of the Red + Branch, to pass by the broken law and the after deceit! I, whose sole + thought was of the building up of a people, to be set aside! The high + gods may judge me hereafter, but tonight shall see the broken law set + straight, and vengeance on the traitors to Ulla! + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—It was all my doing! They are innocent! I loved Deirdre, + O king! let your anger be on me alone. + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—Oh, tongue of falsehood! Who can believe you! The fate of + Ulla was in your charge, and you let it go forth at the instant wish of + a man and a girl's desire. The fate of Ulla was too distant, and you + must bring it nigher—the torch to the pile! Breakers of the law + and makers of lies, you shall all perish together! + </p> + <p> + [CONCOBAR leaves the room. LAVARCAM remains, her being shaken with sobs. + After a pause NAISI enters with DEIRDRE. AINLE, ARDAN, ILANN, and BUINNE + follow. During the dialogue which ensues, NAISI is inattentive, and is + curiously examining the chess-board.] + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—We are entering a house of death! Who is it that weeps so? + I, too, would weep, but the children of Usna are too proud to let tears + be seen in the eyes of their women. (She sees LAVARCAM, who raises her + head from the table.) O fostermother, for whom do you sorrow? Ah! it is + for us. You still love me dear fostermother; but you, who are wise, + could you not have warned the Lights of Valor? Was it kind to keep + silence, and only meet us here with tears? + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—O Deirdre, my child! my darling! I have let love and + longing blind my eyes. I left the mountain home of the gods for Emain + Macha, and to plot for your return. I—I deceived the king. I told + him your loveliness was passed, and the time of the prophecy gone by. I + thought when you came all would be well. I thought wildly, for love had + made a blindness in my heart, and now the king has discovered the + deceit; and, oh! he has gone away in wrath, and soon his terrible hand + will fall! + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—It was not love made you all blind, but the high gods have + deserted us, and the demons draw us into a trap. They have lured us from + Alba, and they hover here above us in red clouds—cloud upon cloud—and + await the sacrifice. + </p> + <p> + LAVARACAM—Oh, it is not yet too late! Where is Fergus? The king + dare not war on Fergus. Fergus is our only hope. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Fergus has bartered his honor for a feast. He remained + with Baruch that he might boast he never refused the wine cup. He feasts + with Baruch, and the Lights of Valor who put their trust in him—must + die. + </p> + <p> + BUINNE—Fergus never bartered his honor. I do protest, girl, + against your speech. The name of Fergus alone would protect you + throughout all Eri; how much more here, where he is champion in Ulla. + Come, brother, we are none of us needed here. [BUINNE leaves the room.] + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Father and son alike desert us! O fostermother, is this + the end of all? Is there no way out? Is there no way out? + </p> + <p> + ILANN—I will not desert you, Deirdre, while I can still thrust a + spear. But you, fear overmuch without a cause. + </p> + <p> + LAVARACAM—Bar up the door and close the windows. I will send a + swift messenger for Fergus. If you hold the dun until Fergus comes all + will yet be well. [LAVARCAM hurries out.] + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—-(going to NAISI)—Naisi, do you not hear? Let the + door be barred! Ainle and Ardan, are you still all blind? Oh! must I + close them with my own hand! + </p> + <p> + [DEIRDRE goes to the Window, and lays her hand on the bars NAISI follows + her.] + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Deirdre, in your girlhood you have not known of the ways of + the Red Branch. This thing you fear is unheard of in Ulla. The king may + be wrathful; but the word, once passed, is inviolable. If he whispered + treachery to one of the Red Branch he would not be Ardrie tomorrow. Nay, + leave the window unbarred, or they will say the sons of Usna have + returned timid as birds! Come, we are enough protection for thee. See, + here is the chessboard of Concobar, with which he is wont to divine, + playing a lonely game with fate. The pieces are set. We will finish the + game, and so pass the time until the feast is ready. (He sits down) The + golden pieces are yours and the silver mine. + </p> + <p> + AINLE—(looking at the board) You have given Deirdre the weaker + side. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Deirdre always plays with more cunning skill. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—O fearless one, if he who set the game played with fate, + the victory is already fixed, and no skill may avail. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—We will see if Concobar has favourable omens. It is geasa + for him always to play with silver pieces. I will follow his game. It is + your move. Dear one, will you not smile? Surely, against Concobar you + will play well. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—It is too late. See, everywhere my king is threatened! + </p> + <p> + ARDAN—Nay, your game is not lost. If you move your king back all + will be well. + </p> + <p> + MESSENGER—(at the door) I bear a message from the Ardrie to the + sons of Usna. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Speak out thy message, man. Why does thy voice tremble? Who + art thou? I do not know thee. Thou art not one of the Red Branch. + Concobar is not wont to send messages to kings by such as thou. + </p> + <p> + MESSENGER—The Red Branch are far from Emain Macha—but it + matters not. The king has commanded me to speak thus to the sons of + Usna. You have broken the law of Ulla when you stole away the daughter + of Felim. You have broken the law of the Red Branch when you sent lying + messages through Lavarcam plotting to return. The king commands that the + daughter of Felim be given up, and— + </p> + <p> + AINLIE—Are we to listen to this? + </p> + <p> + ARDAN—My spear will fly of itself if he does not depart. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Nay, brother, he is only a slave. (To the MESSENGER.) Return + to Concobar, and tell him that tomorrow the Red Branch will choose + another chief. There, why dost thou wait? Begone! (To DEIRDRE.) Oh, wise + woman, truly did you see the rottenness in this king! + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Why did you not take my counsel, Naisi? For now it is too + late—too late. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—There is naught to fear. One of us could hold this dun + against a thousand of Concobar's household slaves. When Fergus comes + tomorrow there will be another king in Emain Macha. + </p> + <p> + ILANN—It is true, Deirdre. One of us is enough for Concobar's + household slaves. I will keep watch at the door while you play at peace + with Naisi. + </p> + <p> + [ILANN lifts the curtain of the door and goes outside. The Play at chess + begins again. AINLE and ARDAN look on.] + </p> + <p> + AINLE—Naisi, you play wildly. See, your queen will be taken. [A + disturbance without and the clash of arms.] + </p> + <p> + ILANN—(Without) Keep back! Do you dare? + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Ah! the slaves come on, driven by the false Ardrie! When the + game is finished we will sweep them back and slay them in the Royal + House before Concobar's eyes. Play! You forget to move, Deirdre. [The + clash of arms is renewed.] + </p> + <p> + ILANN—(without) Oh! I am wounded. Ainle! Ardan! To the door! + </p> + <p> + [AINLE and ARDAN rush out. The clash of arms renewed.] + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Naisi, I cannot. I cannot. The end of all has come. Oh, + Naisi! [She flings her arms across the table, scattering the pieces over + the board.] + </p> + <p> + NAISI—If the end has come we should meet it with calm. It is not + with sighing and tears the Clan Usna should depart. You have not played + this game as it ought to be played. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Your pride is molded and set like a pillar of bronze. O + warrior, I was no mate for you. I am only a woman, who has given her + life into your hands, and you chide me for my love. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—(caressing her head with his hands) Poor timid dove, I had + forgotten thy weakness. I did not mean to wound thee, my heart. Oh, many + will shed hotter tears than these for thy sorrow! They will perish + swiftly who made Naisi's queen to weep! [He snatches up a spear and + rushes out. There are cries, and then a silence.] + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—(entering hurriedly) Bear Deirdre swiftly away through + the night. (She stops and looks around.) Where are the sons of Usna? Oh! + I stepped over many dead bodies at the door. Surely the Lights of Valor + were not so soon overcome! Oh, my darling! come away with me from this + terrible house. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—(Slowly) What did you say of the Lights of Valor? That—they—were + dead? + </p> + <p> + [NAISI, AINLE, and ARDAN re-enter. DEIRDRE clings to NAISI.] + </p> + <p> + NAISI—My gentle one, do not look so pale nor wound me with those + terror-stricken eyes. Those base slaves are all fled. Truly Concobar is + a mighty king without the Red Branch! + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Oh, do not linger here. Bear Deirdre away while there is + time. You can escape through the city in the silence of the night. The + king has called for his Druids; soon the magic of Cathvah will enfold + you, and your strength will be all withered away. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—I will not leave Emain Macha until the head of this false + king is apart from his shoulders. A spear can pass as swiftly through + his Druid as through one of his slaves. Oh, Cathvah, the old mumbler of + spells and of false prophecies, who caused Deirdre to be taken from her + mother's breast! Truly, I owe a deep debt to Cathvah, and I Will repay + it. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—If you love Deirdre, do not let pride and wrath stay your + flight. You have but an instant to fly. You can return with Fergus and a + host of warriors in the dawn. You do not know the power of Cathvah. + Surely, if you do not depart, Deirdre will fall into the king's hands, + and it were better she had died in her mother's womb. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Naisi, let us leave this house of death. [The sound of + footsteps without] + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—It is too late! + </p> + <p> + [AINLE and ARDAN start to the door, but are stayed at the sound of + CATHVAH'S voice. DEIRDRE clings to NAISI. CATHVAH (chanting without)] + </p> + <p> + Let the Faed Fia fall; Mananaun Mac Lir. Take back the day Amid days + unremembered. Over the warring mind Let thy Faed Fia fall, Mananaun Mac + Lir! + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Why dost thou weep, Deirdre, and cling to me so? The sea is + calm. Tomorrow we will rest safely at Emain Macha with the great Ardrie, + who has forgiven all. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—The darkness is upon his mind. Oh, poor Deirdre! + </p> + <p> + CATHVAH (without)— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Let thy waves rise, + Mananaun Mac Lir. + Let the earth fail + Beneath their feet, + Let thy Waves flow over them, + Mananaun: Lord of ocean! +</pre> + <p> + NAISI—Our galley is sinking—and no land in sight! I did not + think the end would come so soon. O pale love, take courage. Is death so + bitter to thee? We shall go down in each other's arms; our hearts shall + beat out their love together, and the last of life we shall know will be + our kisses on each other's lips. (AINLE and ARDAN stagger outside. There + is a sound of blows and a low cry.) Ainle and Ardan have sunk in the + waters! We are alone. Still weeping! My bird, my bird, soon we shall fly + together to the bright kingdom in the West, to Hy Brazil, amid the opal + seas. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—Naisi, Naisi, shake off the magic dream. It is here in + Emain Macha we are. There are no waters. The spell of the Druid and his + terrible chant have made a mist about your eyes. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—Her mind is wandering. She is distraught with terror of the + king. There, rest your head on my heart. Hush! hush! The waters are + flowing upward swiftly. Soon, when all is over, you will laugh at your + terror. The great Ardrie will sorrow over our death. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—I cannot speak. Lavarcam, can you not break the + enchantment? + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—My limbs are fixed here by the spell. + </p> + <p> + NAISI—There was music a while ago. The swans of Lir, with their + slow, sweet faery singing. There never was a sadder tale than theirs. + They must roam for ages, driven on the sea of Moyle, while we shall go + hand in hand through the country of immortal youth. And there is + Mananaun, the dark blue king, who looks at us with a smile of welcome. + Ildathach is lit up with its shining mountains, and the golden phantoms + are leaping there in the dawn! There is a path made for us! Come, + Deirdre, the god has made for us an island on the sea. (NAISI goes + through the door, and falls back, smitten by a spear-thrust.) The Druid + Cathvah!—The king!—O Deirdre! [He dies. DEIRDRE bends over + the body, taking the hands in hers.] + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—O gentle heart, thy wounds will be more bitter than his. + Speak but a word. That silent sorrow will kill thee and me. My darling, + it was fate, and I was not to blame. Come, it will comfort thee to weep + beside my breast. Leave the dead for vengeance, for heavy is the + vengeance that shall fall on this ruthless king. + </p> + <p> + DEIRDRE—I do not fear Concobar any more. My spirit is sinking away + from the world, I could not stay after Naisi. After the Lights of Valor + had vanished, how could I remain? The earth has grown dim and old, + fostermother. The gods have gone far away, and the lights from the + mountains and the Lions of the Flaming Heart are still, O fostermother, + when they heap the cairn over him, let me be beside him in the narrow + grave. I will still be with the noble one. + </p> + <p> + [DEIRDRE lays her head on NAISI's body. CONCOBAR enters, standing in the + doorway. LAVARCAM takes DEIRDRE'S hand and drops it.] + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Did you come to torture her with your presence? Was not + the death of Naisi cruelty enough? But now she is past your power to + wound. + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—The death of Naisi was only the fulfilling of the law. + Ulla could not hold together if its ancient laws were set aside. + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—Do you think to bind men together when you have broken + their hearts? O fool, who would conquer all Eri! I see the Red Branch + scattered and Eri rent asunder, and thy memory a curse after many + thousand years. The gods have overthrown thy dominion, proud king, with + the last sigh from this dead child; and out of the pity for her they + will build up an eternal kingdom in the spirit of man. [An uproar + without and the clash of arms.] + </p> + <p> + VOICES—Fergus! Fergus! Fergus! + </p> + <p> + LAVARCAM—The avenger has come! So perishes the Red Branch! [She + hurries out wildly.] + </p> + <p> + CONCOBAR—(Slowly, after a pause) I have two divided kingdoms, and + one is in my own heart. Thus do I pay homage to thee, O Queen, who will + rule, being dead. [He bends over the body of DEIRDRE and kisses her + hand.] + </p> + <p> + FERGUS—(without) Where is the traitor Ardrie? + </p> + <p> + [CONCOBAR starts up, lifting his spear. FERGUS appears at the doorway, + and the scene closes.] + </p> + <br /> + </div> + <p> + 1901 <a name="link2H_4_0033" id="link2H_4_0033"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + NOTE TO THOUGHTS FOR A CONVENTION + </h2> + <p> + I was asked to put into shape for publication ideas and suggestions for an + Irish settlement which had been discussed among a group whose members + represented ah extremes in Irish opinion. The compromise arrived at was + embodied in documents written by members of the group privately + circulated, criticized and again amended. I make special acknowledgments + to Colonel Maurice Moore, Mr. James G. Douglas, Mr. Edward E. Lysaght, Mr. + Joseph Johnston, F.T.C.D., Mr. Alec Wilson and Mr. Diarmuid Coffey. For + the tone, method of presentation, and general arguments used, I alone am + responsible. And if any are offended at what I have said, I am to be + blamed, not my fellow-workers. + </p> + <p> + The author desires to make acknowledgment to The Times for permission to + include an article on "The Spiritual Conflict." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Imaginations and Reveries, by +(A.E.) 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