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Cawein + +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: Days and Dreams + Poems + +Author: Madison J. Cawein + +Release Date: March 25, 2010 [EBook #31764] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DAYS AND DREAMS *** + + + + +Produced by David Garcia, Joseph R. Hauser and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Kentuckiana Digital Library) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + +<h1>DAYS AND DREAMS</h1> + +<h3>POEMS</h3> + +<h5>BY</h5> + +<h3>MADISON CAWEIN</h3> + +<h5>AUTHOR OF "LYRICS AND IDYLS," "THE TRIUMPH<br /> +OF MUSIC," ETC., ETC.</h5> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="printing and copyright"> +<tr> + <td align="center" colspan="2"><span class="tablestyle">G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align="center"><span class="tablestyle">NEW YORK</span></td> + <td align="center"><span class="tablestyle">LONDON</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td align="center"><span class="tablestyle"> 27 West Twenty-third St. </span></td> + <td align="center"><span class="tablestyle"> 27 King William St., Strand </span></td> +</tr> +<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><span class="tablestyle">The Knickerbocker Press</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><span class="tablestyle">1891</span></td></tr> +</table> + + + + + +<h5><br /><br /><span class="smcap">Copyright</span>, 1891<br /> +<span style="font-size: .7em">BY</span><br /> +MADISON CAWEIN</h5> + + + + +<h5><br /><br />The Knickerbocker Press, New York<br /> +Printed and Bound by<br /> +G. P. Putnam's Sons</h5> + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h4>TO<br /> +JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY<br /> +WITH<br /> +ADMIRATION AND REGARD</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"><div class="itals"> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span></div> +<span class="i0">O lyrist of the lowly and the true,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">The song I sought for you<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hides yet unsung. What hope for me to find,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Lost in the dædal mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The living utterance with lovely tongue!<br /></span> +<span class="i6">To say, as erst was sung<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By Ariosto of Knight-errantry,—<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Through lands of Poesy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Song's Paladin, knight of the dream and day,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">The wizard shield you sway<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of that Atlantes power, sweet and terse,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">The skyey-builded verse:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The shield that dazzles, brilliant with surprise,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Our unanointed eyes.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, had I written as 't were worthy you,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Each line, a spark of dew,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As once Ferdusi shone in Persia,—<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Had strung each rosy spray<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the unfolding flower of each song;<br /></span> +<span class="i6">And Iran's bulbul tongue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had sobbed its heart out o'er the fountain's slab<br /></span> +<span class="i6">In gardens of Afrasiab.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS.</h2> + + + +<table class="toc" summary="Table of Contents"> +<tr> + <td class="tocpage" colspan="2"><small>PAGE</small></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#ONE_DAY_AND_ANOTHER">One Day and Another</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">1</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#DAYS_AND_DREAMS">Days and Dreams</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">93</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#DEITY">Deity</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">95</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SELF">Self</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">97</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SELF_AND_SOUL">Self and Soul</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">99</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_DREAM_OF_DREAD">The Dream of Dread</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">102</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#DEATH_IN_LIFE">Death in Life</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">105</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_EVE_OF_ALL-SAINTS">The Eve of All-Saints</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">110</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#MATER_DOLOROSA">Mater Dolorosa</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">116</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_OLD_INN">The Old Inn</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">119</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#LAST_DAYS">Last Days</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">121</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_ROMANZA">The Romanza</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">123</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#MY_ROMANCE">My Romance</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">125</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_EPIC">The Epic</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">127</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_BLIND_HARPER">The Blind Harper</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">129</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#ELPHIN">Elphin</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">131</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#PRE-ORDINATION">Pre-ordination</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">134</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#AT_THE_STILE">At the Stile</a></span><div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span></div></td> + <td class="tocpage">138</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_ALCALDES_DAUGHTER">The Alcalde's Daughter</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">140</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#AT_THE_CORREGIDORS">At the Corregidor's</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">142</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_PORTRAIT">The Portrait</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">145</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#ISMAEL">Ismael</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">150</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#A_PRE-EXISTENCE">A Pre-existence</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">154</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#BEHRAM_AND_EDDETMA">Behram and Eddetma</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">158</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="tocname"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_KHALIF_AND_THE_ARAB">The Khalif and the Arab</a></span></td> + <td class="tocpage">166</td> +</tr> +</table> + + + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="ONE_DAY_AND_ANOTHER" id="ONE_DAY_AND_ANOTHER"></a>ONE DAY AND ANOTHER.</h2> + +<h4>PART I.<br /><br /> +1.<br /><br /> +<i>He waits musing.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Herein the dearness of her is:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The thirty perfect days of June<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made one, in beauty and in bliss<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Were not more white to have to kiss,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To love not more in tune.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And oft I think she is too true,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Too innocent for our day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For in her eyes her soul looks new—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two crowfoot-blossoms watchet-blue<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Are not more soft than they.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So good, so kind is she to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In darling ways and happy words,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sometimes my heart fears she may be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Too much with God and secretly<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sweet sister to the birds.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>2.<br /><br /> +<i>Becoming impatient.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The owls are quavering, two, now three,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all the green is graying;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The owls our trysting dials be—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There is no time for staying.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I wait you where this buckeye throws<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Its tumbled shadow over<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wood-violet and the bramble-rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Long lady-fern and clover.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Spice-seeded sassafras weighs deep<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rough rail and broken paling,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where all day long the lizards sleep<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like lichen on the railing.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Behind you you will feel the moon's<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gold stealing like young laughter;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mists—gray ghosts of picaroons—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Its phantom treasure after.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And here together, youth and youth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Love will be doubly able;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each be to each as true as truth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And dear as fairy fable.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The owls are calling and the maize<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With fallen dew is dripping—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ah, girlhood, through the dewy haze<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come like a moonbeam slipping.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>3.<br /><br /> +<i>He hums.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is a fading inward of the day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all the pansy sunset hugs one star;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To eastward dwindling all the land is gray,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">While barley meadows westward smoulder far.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8">Now to your glass will you pass<br /></span> +<span class="i12">For the last time?<br /></span> +<span class="i20">Pass,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Humming that ballad we know?—<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Here while I wait it is late<br /></span> +<span class="i12">And is past time—<br /></span> +<span class="i20">Late,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">And love's hours they go, they go.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is a drawing downward of the night;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The wedded Heaven wends married to the Moon;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Above, the heights hang golden in her light,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Below, the woods bathe dewy in the June.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8">There through the dew is it you<br /></span> +<span class="i12">Coming lawny?<br /></span> +<span class="i20">You,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Or a moth in the vines?<br /></span> +<span class="i8">You!—at your throat I may note<br /></span> +<span class="i12">Twinkling tawny,<br /></span> +<span class="i20">Note,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">A glow-worm, your brooch that shines.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span> +</div> +<h4>4.<br /><br /> +<i>She speaks.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">How many smiles in the asking?—<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Herein I can not deceive you;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">My "yes" in a "no" was a-masking,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Nor thought, dear, once to grieve you.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hid. The humming-bird happiness here<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Danced up i' the blood ... but what are words<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the speech of two souls all truth affords?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Affirmative, negative what in love's ear?—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wished to say "yes" and somehow said "no";<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The woman within me knew you would know,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">For it held you six times dear.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><i>He speaks.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">So many hopes in a wooing!—<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Therein you could not deceive me;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The heart was here and the hope pursuing,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Knew that you loved, believe me.—<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Bunched bells o' the blush pomegranate—to fix<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At your throat; three drops of fire they are;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the maiden moon and the maiden star<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sink silvery over yon meadow ricks.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will you look?—till I hug your head back, so—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I know it is "yes" though you whisper "no,"—<br /></span> +<span class="i8">And my kisses, sweet, are six.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>5.<br /><br /> +<i>She speaks.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Could I recall every joy that befell me<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There in the past with its anguish and bliss,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here in my heart it has whispered to tell me,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">These were no joys to this.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Were it not well if our love could forget them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Veiling the <i>was</i> with the dawn of the <i>is</i>?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dead with the past we should never regret them,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">These were no joys to this.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span> +<span class="i0">When they were gone and the present stood speechful,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ardent with word and with look and with kiss,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What though we know that their eyes are beseechful,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">These were no joys to this.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Is it not well to have more of the spirit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Living high futures this earthly must miss?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Less of the flesh with the past pining near it?—<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Such is the joy of this.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>6.<br /><br /> +<i>She sings.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8">We will leave reason,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Dear, for a season;<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Reason were treason<br /></span> +<span class="i12">Since yonder nether<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Foot-hills are clad now<br /></span> +<span class="i8">In nothing sad now;<br /></span> +<span class="i8">We will be glad now,<br /></span> +<span class="i12">Glad as this weather.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Heart and heart! in the Maytime, Maytime,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Youth and Love take playtime, playtime ...<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I in the dairy; you are the airy<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Majesty passing; Love is the fairy<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Bringing us two together.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><i>He sings.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8">Starlight in masses<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Of mist that passes,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Stars in the grasses;<br /></span> +<span class="i12">Star-bud and flower<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Laughingly know us;<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Secretly show us<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Earth is below us<br /></span> +<span class="i12">And for the hour<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soul has soul. In the Maytime, Maytime,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Youth and Love take playtime, playtime ...<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You are a song; a singer I hear it<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whispered in star and in flower; the spirit,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Love, is the power.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> +</div> +<h4>7.<br /><br /> +<i>He speaks.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And say we can not wed us now,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Since roses and the June are here,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Meseems, beneath the beechen bough<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'T is just as sweet, my doubly dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To swear anew each old love vow,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And love another year.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When breathe green woodlands through and through<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wild scents of heliotrope and rain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where deep the moss mounds cool with dew,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beyond the barley-blowing lane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More wise than wedding, is to woo—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So we will woo again.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All night I lie awake and mark<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The hours by no clanging clock,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But in the dim and dewy dark<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Far crowing of some punctual cock;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until the lyric of the lark<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mounts and Morn's gates unlock.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And would you be a nun and miss<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All this delightful ache of love?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not have the moon for what she is?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Love's honey-horn God holds above—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No world, for worlds are in a kiss<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If worlds are good enough.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So say we can not wed us now,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Since roses and the June are here<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We 'll stroll beneath the doddered bough,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Heaven's mated songsters singing near,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To swear anew each old love vow,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And love another year.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>8.<br /><br /> +<i>He opens his heart.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And had we lived in the days<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the Khalif Haroun er Reshid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We had loved, as the story says,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Did the Sultan's favorite one<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the Persian Emperor's son<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ali ben Bekkar, he<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the Kisra dynasty.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Do you know the story well<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the Khalif Haroun's sultana?—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When night on the palace fell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A slave through a secret door,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Low-arched on the Tigris' shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By a hidden winding stair<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ben Bekkar brought to his fair?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then there was laughter and mirth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And feasting and singing together,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In a chamber of marvellous worth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In a chamber vaulted high<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On columns of ivory;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its dome, like the irised skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mooned over with peacock eyes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the curtains and furniture,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Damask and juniper.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ten slave-girls—so many blooms—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stand sconcing tamarisk torches,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Silk-clad from the Irak looms;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ten handmaidens serve the feast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each like to a star in the East;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Ten singers, their lutes a-tune,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each like to a bosomed moon.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For her in the stuff of Merv<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blue-clad, unveiled, and jewelled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No metaphor made may serve;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scarved deep with her own dark hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The jewels like fire-flies there—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blossom and moon and star,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Lady Shemsennehar.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The zone embracing her waist,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ransom of forty princes,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But her form more priceless is placed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Carbuncles of Istakhar<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In her coronet burning are—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though gems of the Jamshid race,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far rarer the gem of her face.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Tall-shaped like the letter I,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a face like an Orient morning;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Eyes of the bronze-black sky;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Lips, of the pomegranate split,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the light of her language lit;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cheeks, which the young blood dares<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Make blood-red anemone lairs.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Kohled with voluptuous look,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From opaline casting-bottles,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Handmaidens over them shook<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rose-water, and strewed with bloom<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mosaics old of the room;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Torch-rays on the walls made bars,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or minted down golden dinars.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Roses of Rocknabad,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hyacinths of Bokhara;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not a spray of cypress sad;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Narcissus and jessamine o'er<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Carved pillar and cedarn door;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pomegranates and bells of clear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tulips of far Kashmeer.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And the chamber glows like a flower<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the Tuba, or vale of El Liwa;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And the bronzen censers glower;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And scents of ambergris pour<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With myrrh brought out of Lahore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And musk of Khoten, and good<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Aloes and sandal-wood.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Rubies, a tragacanth-red,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Angered in armlet and anklet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dragon-like eyes that bled:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bangles and necklaces dangled<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Diamonds, whose prisms were angled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over veil and from coiffure, each<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or apricot-colored or peach.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And Ghoram now smites her lute,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sings loves of Mejnoon and Leila,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or amorous ghazals may suit:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the flambeaux snap and wave<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Barbaric on free and slave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rich fabrics and bezels of gems,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And roses in anadems.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Sherbets in ewers of gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fruits in salvers carnelian;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flagons of grotesque mold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made of a sapphire glass,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stained with wine of Shirâz;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shaddock and melon and grape<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On plate of an antique shape:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Vases of frost and of rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An alabaster graven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Filled with the mountain snows;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Goblets of mother-of-pearl,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One filigree silver-swirl;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vessels of gold foamed up<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With spray of spar on the cup.—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When a slave bursts in with the cry:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The eunuchs! the Khalif's eunuchs!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With scimitars bared draw nigh!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wesif and Afif and he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chief of the hideous three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mesrour! the Sultan 's seen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Mid a hundred weapons' sheen!"...<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> +<span class="i0"><i>We</i>, never had parted, no!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As parted those lovers fearful;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But kissing you so and so,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When they came they had found us dead<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the flowers our blood dyed red;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our lips together and<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dagger in my hand.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>9.<br /><br /> +<i>She speaks, musing.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O cities built by music! lyres of love<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Strung to a songful sea! did I but own<br /></span> +<span class="i2">One harp chord of one broken barbiton<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What had I budded for our life thereof?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In docile shadows under bluebell skies<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A home upon the poppied edge of eve,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beneath lone peaks the splendors never leave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In lemon orchards whence the egret flies.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Where pitying gray the pitiless eyes of Death<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Blight no slight bud unfostered, I have thought;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Deep, lily-deep, pearl-pale daturas, fraught<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With dewy fragrance like an angel's breath.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Sleep in the days; the twilights tuned and tame<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Through mockbirds throating to attentive stars;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Each morn outrivalling each in opal bars;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Eves preaching beauty with rose-tongues of flame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O country by the undiscovered sea!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The dream infolds thee and the way is dim—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With head not high, what if I follow him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love—with the madness and the melody?<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>10.<br /><br /> +<i>He, after a pause, lightly.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">An elf there is who stables the hot<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Red wasp that stings o' the apricot;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An elf who rowels his spiteful bay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a mote on a ray, away, away;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An elf who saddles the hornet lean<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To din i' the ear o' the swinging bean;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who hunts with a hat cocked half awry<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bottle-blue o' the dragon-fly:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O ho, O hi! Oh, well know I.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> +<span class="i0">An elf there is where the clover tips<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A horn whence the summer leaks and drips,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where lanthorns of mustard-flowers bloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the dusk awaits the bee's dull boom;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gay gold brocade from head to knee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who robs the caravan bumble-bee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Big bags of honey bee-merchants pay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the bandit elf of the Fairy way,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O ho, O hey! I have heard them say.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Another ouphen the butterflies know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who paints their wings like the buds that blow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flowers, staining the dew-drops through,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seals their colors in tubes of dew;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Colors to dazzle the butterflies' wing—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The evening moth is another thing:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The butterfly's glory he got at dawn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The moon-moth's got when the moon was wan;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He it is, that the hollyhocks hear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who dangles a brilliant i' each one's ear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Teases at noon the pane's green fly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lights at night the glow-worm's eye:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O ho, O hi! Oh, well know I.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> +<span class="i0">But the dearest elf, so the poets say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is the elf who hides in an eye of gray;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who curls in a dimple and slips along<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The strings of a lute or a lover's song;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shines in a scent, or wings a rhyme,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And laughs in the bells of a wedding chime;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hides unhidden, where none may know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In her bosom's blossom or throat's blue bow—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O ho, O ho!—a friend or foe?<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>11.<br /><br /> +<i>She, seriously.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Who the loser, who the winner,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If the Fancy fail as preacher?—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">None who loved was yet beginner<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though another's love-beseecher;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love's revealment 's of the inner<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Life and deity, the teacher.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Who may falsify the feeling<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the lover who is loser?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Has she felt:—the mere revealing<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of the passion 's his accuser;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She conceals it; the concealing<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is her own love's self-abuser.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">One hath said, no flower knoweth<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of the fragrance it revealeth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Song, its soul that overfloweth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Never nightingale's heart feeleth—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such the love the spirit groweth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Love unconscious if it healeth.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>12.<br /><br /> +<i>He.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Handsels of anemones<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The surrendered hours<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pour about the sweet Spring's knees—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crowding babies of the breeze,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her unstudied flowers.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When 't is dawn, bestowing Day<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Strews with coins of golden<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Every furlong of his way—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a Sultan gone to pray<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At a Kaaba olden.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Warlock Night, when dips the dark,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Opens, tire on tire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Windows of an heavenly ark,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whence the stars swarm, spark on spark,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Butterflies of fire.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With the night, the day, the spring,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Godly chords of beauty,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We the instrument will string<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of our lives and love shall sing<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Songs of truth and duty.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>13.<br /><br /> +<i>She.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How it was I can not tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For I know not where nor why,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the beautiful befell<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In a land that does not lie<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> +<span class="i0">East or West where mortals dwell—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But beneath a vaguer sky.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Was it in the golden ages,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or the iron, that I heard,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In prophetic speech of sages,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How had come a snowy bird<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Neath whose wing lay written pages<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of an unknown lover's word?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I forget; you may remember<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How the earthquake shook our ships;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How our city, one huge ember,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Blazed within the thick eclipse;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When you found me—deep December<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sealed on icy eyes and lips.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I forget. No one may say<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Pre-existences are true:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here 's a flower dies to-day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Resurrected blooms anew:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Death is dumb and Life is gray—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who shall doubt what God can do!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> +</div> +<h4>14.<br /><br /> +<i>He.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As to this, nothing to tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You being all my belief;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doubt may not enter or dwell<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Here where your image is chief,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Royal, to quicken or quell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Swaying no sceptre of grief.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Wise with the wisdom of Spring—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Dew-drops, a world in each prism,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gems from the universe ring:—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Free of all creed and all schism,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Buds that are speechless but bring<br /></span> +<span class="i2">God-uttered God aphorism.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">See how the synod is met<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There of the planets to preach us—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Freed from the frost's oubliette,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Here how the flowers beseech us—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Were it not well to forget<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Winter and night as they teach us?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Dew-drop, a bud, and a star,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">These—each a separate thought<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over man's logic how far!—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">God to a unit hath wrought—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love, making these what they are,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For without love they were naught.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Millions of stars; and they roll<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Over your path that is white,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here where we end the long stroll.—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Seen of the innermost sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All of the love of my soul<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Kisses your spirit. Good-night.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="PART_II" id="PART_II"></a>PART II.</h2> + + +<h4>1.<br /><br /> +<i>She delays, meditating.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sad skies and a foggy rain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dripping from streaming eaves;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over and over again<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dead drop of the trickling leaves;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the woodward winding lane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the hill with its shocks of sheaves,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">One scarce perceives.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Must I go in such sad weather<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By the lane or over the hill?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the splitting milk-weed's feather<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dim, diamond-like rain-drops fill?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or where, ten stars together,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Buff ox-eyes rank the rill<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By the old corn-mill?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span> +<span class="i0">The creek by this is swollen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And its foaming cascades sound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the lilies, smeared with pollen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the race look dull and drowned;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'T is the path we oft have stolen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the bridge, that rambles round<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With willows crowned.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Through a bottom wild with berry<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or packed with the iron-weeds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With their blue combs washed and very<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Purple; the sorghum meads<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glint green near a wilding cherry;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the high wild-lettuce seeds<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The fenced path leads.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A bird in the rain beseeches;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the balsams' budding balls<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smell drenched by the way which reaches<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wood where the water falls;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the warty water-beeches<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hang leaves one blister of galls,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The mill-wheel drawls.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span> +<span class="i0">My shawl instead of a bonnet!...<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though the wood be soaking yet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the wet to the rock I 'll run it—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How sweet to meet in the wet!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our rock with the vine upon it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each flower a fiery jet— ...<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He won't forget!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>2.<br /><br /> +<i>He speaks, rowing.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Deep are the lilies here that lay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lush, lambent leaves along our way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or pollen-dusty bob and float<br /></span> +<span class="i0">White nenuphars about our boat<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This side the woodland we have reached;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two rapid strokes our skiff is beached.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is no path. Heaped foxgrapes choke<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Huge trunks they wrap. This giant oak<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Floods from the Alleghanies bore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To wedge here by this sycamore;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its wounded bulk, heart-rotted white,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lights ghostly foxfire in the night.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Now oar we through this willow fringe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bulging shore that bosks,—a tinge<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of green mists down the marge;—where old,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scarred cottonwoods build walls of shade<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With breezy balsam pungent; bowled<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Around vined trunks the floods have made<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Concentric hollows. On we pass.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As we pass, we pass, we pass,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In daisy jungles deep as grass,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A bubbling sparrow flirts above<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In wood-words with its woodland love:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A white-streaked woodpecker afar<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Knocks: slant the sun dashed, each a star,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Three glittering jays flash over: slim<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The piping sand-snipes skip and skim<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before us: and a finch or thrush—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who may discover where such sing?—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The silence rinses with a gush<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of mellow music gurgling.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On we pass, and onward oar<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To yon long lip of ragged shore,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Where from yon rock spouts, babbling frore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A ferny spring; where dodging by<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rests sulphur-disced that butterfly;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mallows, rank crowded in for room,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Mid wild bean and wild mustard bloom;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where fishers 'neath those cottonwoods<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Last Spring encamped those ashes say<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And charcoal boughs.—'T is long till buds!—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Here who in August misses May?<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>3.<br /><br /> +<i>He speaks, resting.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Here the shores are irised; grasses<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clump the water gray that glasses<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Broken wood and deepened distance:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far the musical persistence<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of a field-lark lingers low<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the west where tulips blow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">White before us flames one pointed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Star; and Day hath Night anointed<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> +<span class="i0">King; from out her azure ewer<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pouring starry fire, truer<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than true gold. Star-crowned he stands<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the starlight in his hands.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Will the moon bleach through the ragged<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tree-tops ere we reach yon jagged<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rock, that rises gradually?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pharos of our homeward valley.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Down the dusk burns golden-red;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Embers are the stars o'erhead.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At my soul some Protean elf is:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You 're Simaetha, I am Delphis;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You are Sappho and her Phaon—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I. We love. There lies a ray on<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All the dark Æolian seas<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Round the violet Lesbian leas.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On we drift. He loves you. Nearer<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Looms our island. Rosier, clearer<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Leucadian cliff we follow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the temple of Apollo<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Lifts a pale and pillared fire—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strike, oh, strike the Lydian lyre;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out of Hellas blows the breeze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Singing to the Sapphic seas.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>4.<br /><br /> +<i>He sings.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Night, Night, 't is night. The moon before to love us,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all the moonlight tangled in the stream:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love, love, my love, and all the stars above us,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The stars above and every star a dream.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In odorous purple, where the falling warble<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of water cascades and the plunged foam glows,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A columned ruin heaps its sculptured marble<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Curled with the chiselled rebeck and the rose.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><i>She sings.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sleep, Sleep, sweet Sleep sleeps at the drifting tiller,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And in our sail the Spirit of the Rain—<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Love, love, my love, ah bid thy heart be stiller,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And, hark! the music of the harping main.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What flowers are those that blow their balm unto us?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bow white their brows' aromas each a flame?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ah, child, too kind the love we know, that knew us,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That kissed our eyes that we might see the same.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><i>He.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Night! night! good night! no dream it is to vanish,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The temple and the nightingale are there;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The thornless roses bruising none to banish,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The moon and one wild poppy in thy hair.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4><i>She.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Night! night! good night! and love's own star before thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And love's star-image in the starry sea;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, yes, ah yes! a presence to watch o'er thee—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Night! night! good night and good the gods to thee!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> +</div> +<h4>5.<br /><br /> +<i>Homeward through flowers: she speaks.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O simple offerings of the common hills;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love's lowly names, that make you trebly sweet!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One Johnny-jump-up, but an apron-full<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of starry crowfoot, making mossy dells<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dim with heaven's morning blue; dew-dripping plumes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of waxen "dog-mouths"; red the tippling cups<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of gypsy-lilies all along the creek,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where dull the freckled silence sleeps, and dark<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The water runs when, at high noon, the cows<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wade knee-deep and the heat hums drowsy with<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The drone of dizzy flies;—one Samson-flower<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blue-streaked and crystal as a summer's cloud;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">White violets, milk-weed, scarlet Indian-pinks,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All fragile-scented and familiar as<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pink baby faces and blue infant eyes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O fair suggestions of a life more fair!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love's fragrant whispers of an untaught faith,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">High habitations 'neath a godlier blue<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Beyond the sin of Earth, in heavens prepared—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What is it?—halcyon to utter calm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Faith? such as wrinkled wisdom, doubting, has<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yearned for and sought in miser'd lore of worlds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And vainly?—Love?—Oh, have I learned to live?<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>6.<br /><br /> +<i>He speaks.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Would you have known it seeing it?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Could you have seen it being it?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waving me out of the budding land<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sunbeam-jewelled a bloom-white hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wafting me life and hope and love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Life with the hope of the love thereof,<br /></span> +<span class="i18">Love.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">—"What is the value of knowing it?"—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Only the worth of owing it;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Need of the bud contents the light;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dew at dawn and nard at night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beauty, aroma, honey at heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which is debtor, part for part,<br /></span> +<span class="i18">Heart?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Thoughts, when the heart is heedable,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then to the heart are readable;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I in the texts of your eyes have read<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deep as the depth of the living dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Measures of truth in unsaid song<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Learned from the soul to haunt me long,<br /></span> +<span class="i18">Song.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Love perpends each laudable<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thought of the soul made audible,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Said in gardens of bliss or pain:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Moonlight rays in drops of rain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feels the faith in its sleep awake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wish of the silent words that shake<br /></span> +<span class="i18">Sleep.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>7.<br /><br /> +<i>She hums and muses.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"><div class="itals"> +<span class="i0">If love I have had of thee thou hadst of me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No loss was in giving it over;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Could I give aught but that I had of thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Being no more than thy lover?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And let it cease. When what befalls befalls,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You cannot love me less,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loving me much now. Neither weeks nor walls,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With bitterest distress,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Shall all avail. Despair will find reprieve,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though dark the soul be tossed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In past possession of that love you grieve,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The love which you have lost.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ponder the morning, or the midnight moon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The wilding of the wold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The morning slitting from night's brown cocoon<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wide wings of flaxen gold:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The moon that, had not darkness been before,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had never shone to lead;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And think that, though you are, you are not poor,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Since you have loved indeed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From flower to star read upward; you shall see<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The purposes of loss,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deep hierograms of gracious deity,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And comfort in your cross.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> +</div> +<h4>8.<br /><br /> +<i>She speaks.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sunday shall we ride together?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Not the root-rough, rambling way<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Through the woods we went that day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the sultry summer weather,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Past the Methodist Camp-Meeting,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where religion helped the hymn<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gather volume, and a slim<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Minister with textful greeting<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Welcomed us and still expounded.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From the service on the hill<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We had rode three hills and still<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far away the singing sounded.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nor that road through weed and berry<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Drowsy days led me and you<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the old-time barbecue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the country-side made merry.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Dusty vehicles together;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Darkies with the horses by<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Neath the soft Kentucky sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a smell of bark and leather;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When you smiled, "Our modern tourney:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gallantry and politics<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Dinner, dance and intermix."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As we went the homeward journey<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Twixt hot chaparrals and thickets,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Heard brisk fiddles, scraping still,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Drone and thump the quaint quadrille,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a worried band of crickets.—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Neither road. The shady quiet<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of that way by beech and birch,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Winding to the ruined church<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the Fork that sparkles by it.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Where the silent Sundays listen<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For the preacher whom we bring,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In our hearts to preach and sing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Week-day shade to Sabbath glisten.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>9.<br /><br /> +<i>He, at parting.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yes, to-morrow; when the morn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Pentecost of flame, uncloses<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Portals that the stars adorn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whence a golden presence throws his<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fiery swords and burning roses<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At the wide wood's world of wall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spears of sparkle at each fall;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then together let us ride<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Down deep-wood cathedral places,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the pilgrim wild-flowers hide,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Praying Sabbath in their faces;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where in truest untaught phrases,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Worship in each rhythmic word,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sings no migratory bird....<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Pearl on pearl the high stars dight<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Jewels of divine devices<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Round the Afric throat of Night;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where yon misty glimmer rises<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Soon the white moon crystallizes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out of darkness, like a spell.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Late, 't is late. Till dawn, farewell.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="PART_III" id="PART_III"></a>PART III.</h2> + + +<h4>1.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now rests the season in forgetfulness,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Careless in beauty of maturity;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The ripened roses 'round brown temples, she<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fulfils completion in a dreamy guess:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now Time grants night the more and day the less;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The gray decides; and brown<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dim golds and reds in dulling greens express<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Themselves and broaden as the year goes down.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sadder the croft where, thrusting gray and high<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their balls of seeds, the hoary onions die,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where, Falstaff-like, buff-bellied pumpkins lie:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Deeper each wilderness;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sadder the blue of hills that lounge along<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lonesome west; sadder the song<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the wild red-bird in the leafage yellow,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Deeper and dreamier, aye!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Than woods or waters, leans the languid sky<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Above lone orchards where the cider-press<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Drips and the russets mellow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nature grows liberal; under woodland leaves<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The beech-nuts' burs their little pockets poke,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Plump with the copper of the nuts that choke;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Above our bristling way the spider weaves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A glittering web for which the Dawn designs<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thrice twenty rows of sparkles. By the oak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That rolls old roots in many gnarly lines,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The acorn thimble, smoothly broke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shines by its saucer. On sonorous pines<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The far wind organs; but the forest here<br /></span> +<span class="i4">To no weak breeze hath woke;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far off the wind, but crumbling near and near,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each tingling twig expectant, and the gray<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Surmise of heaven pilots it the way,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Rippling the leafy spines,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until the wildwood, one exultant sway,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Booms, and the sunlight, arrowing through it, shines<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Visible applause you hear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span> +<span class="i0">How glows the garden! though the white mists keep<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The vagabond in flowers reminded of<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Decay that comes to slay in open love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the full moon hangs cold and night is deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unheeding such their cardinal colors leap<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Gay in the crescent of the blade of death;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spaced innocents in swaths he weeps to reap,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Waiting his scythe a breath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To gravely lay them dead with one last sweep.—<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Long, long admire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their splendors manifold:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The scarlet salvia showered with spurts of fire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cascading lattices, dark vines that creep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nightshade and cypress; there the marigold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Burning—a shred of orange sunset caught<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And elfed in petals that eve's goblins brought<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From elfland; there, predominant red,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The dahlia lifts its head<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By the white balsams' red-bruised horns of honey,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In humming spaces sunny.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The crickets singing dirges noon and night<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For morn-born flowers, at dusk already dead,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> +<span class="i4">For dusk-dead flowers weep;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">While tired Summer white,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where yonder aster whispering odor rocks,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The withered poppies knotted in her locks,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sighs, 'mong her sleepy hollyhocks asleep.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>2.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The hips were reddening on the rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The haws hung slips of fire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We went the woodland way that goes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Up hills of branch and briar.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The hooked thorn held her gown and seemed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Imploring her be staying<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sunlight of herself that beamed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beside it gently swaying.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Low bent the golden saxifrage;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Its yellow bells like bangles<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The foxglove fluttered. Like a page—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From out the rail-fence angles—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With crimson plume the sumach, hosed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In Lincoln green, attended<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My lady of the elder, posed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In blue-black jewels splendid.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And as we mounted up the hill<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The rocky path that stumbled<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spread smooth; and all the day was still<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And odorous with umbled<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tops of wild-carrots drying gray;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And there, soft-sunned before us,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An orchard dwindling away<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With dappled boughs bent o'er us.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">An orchard where the pippin fell<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Worm-bitten, bruised, and dusty;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hornet-stung, each like a bell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Bartlett ripened rusty;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The smell of tawny peach and plum,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That offered luscious yellow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of wasp and bee the hidden hum,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Made all the warm air mellow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And on we went where many-hued<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hung wild the morning-glory,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their blue balloons in shadows, dewed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With frost-white dew-drops hoary;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> +<span class="i0">In bush and burgrass far away<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beneath us stretched the valley,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cleft by one creek that laughed with day<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And babbled musically.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The brown, the bronze, the gray, the red<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of weed and briar ran riot<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flush to dark woodland walls that led<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To nooks of whispering quiet.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long, feathering bursts of golden-rod<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ran golden woolly patches—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bloom-sunsets of the withered sod<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The dying summer catches.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then o'er the hills, loose-tumbling rolled—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O'erleaping expectation—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sunset, flaming marigold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A system's conflagration:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And homeward turning, she and I<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Went as one self in being—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">God met us in the earth and sky<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Love had purged our seeing.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> +</div> +<h4>3.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">Say, my dear, O my dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">These are the eves for speaking;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is no wight will work us spite<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Beneath the sunset's streaking.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">Yes, my dear, O my dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">These are the eves for telling;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To walk together in starry weather<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Ere springs o' the moon are welling.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">O my dear, yes, my dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">These are the dusks for staying;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When twilight dreams of night who seems<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Among long-purples praying.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">"No, my dear!"—"Yes, my dear!"<br /></span> +<span class="i6">These are the nights to kiss it<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Times twice-a-twenty: they grow a-plenty<br /></span> +<span class="i6">On lips that will not miss it.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>4.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To dream where silence sleeps<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A sorrow's sleep that sighs;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Where all heaven's azure peeps<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Blue from one wildflower's eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where, in reflecting deeps,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of cloudier woods and skies,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Another gray world lies.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Divining God from things<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Humble as weeds and bees;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From songs the free bird sings<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Learn all are vain but these;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In light-delighted springs,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wise, star-familiar trees,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Seek love's philosophies.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>5.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Here where the days are dimmest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each old, big-hearted tree<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gives bounteous sympathy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here where dead nights sit grimmest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In druid company;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here where the days are dimmest.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Leaves of my lone communion,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leaves; and the listening sigh<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of silence wanders by;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While on my soul the union<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is—of the wood and sky—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leaves of my lone communion.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And eyes with tears are aching,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While life waits wistfully<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For love that may not be:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In visions vain of waking<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lives all it can not see.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And eyes with tears are aching,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And eyes with tears are aching.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>6.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And here alone I sit and see it so.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A vale of willows swelling into knobs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A bulwark eastward. Sloping low<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Westward the scooping waters flow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Under a rocky culvert's arch that throbs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With clanging wheels of transient trains that go<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Screaming to north and south.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here all the weary waters, stagnant stayed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sleep at the culvert's mouth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The current's hungry hiccup still afraid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haply, that I should never know<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The secret 'neath the striate scum o' the stream<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The devil and the dream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I, dropping gravels so the echo sob<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mocking and thin as music of a shade<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In shades that wring from rocks a hollow woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Complaining phantoms of faint whispers rob.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There, up the valley where the lank grass leaps<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blades each a crooked kris,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The currents strike or miss<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dream melodies: No wide-belled mallow sleeps<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Monandrous flowers oval as a kiss;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No mandrake curling convolutions up<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loops heavy blossoms, each a conical cup<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That swoons moon-nectar and a serpent's hiss;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No tiger-lily, where the crayfish play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mirrors a savage face, a copper hue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Streaked with a crimson dew;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> +<span class="i0">No dragon-fly in endless error keeps<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sewing the pale-gold gown of day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With tangled stitches of a burning blue,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose brilliant body but a needle is,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An azurn and incarnate ray:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But here, where haunted with the shade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dull stream stales and dies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are beauties none or few,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such sinister and new;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And one at widest noon-gaze shrinks afraid<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath the timid skies;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So, if you ask me why I answer this:—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You know not; only where the kildees wade<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There in the foamy scum,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There where the wet rocks ail,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Low rocks to which the water-reptiles come,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Basking pied bodies in the brindled shade,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dim as a bubble's prism on the grail<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Below, an angled sparkle rayed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While lights and shadows aid<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From breeze-blown clouds that lounge at sunny loss,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Deep down, a sense of wavy features quail<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The heart; with lips that writhe and fade<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And clench; tough, rooty limbs that twist and cross,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And flabby hair of smoky moss.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A brimstone sunset. And at night<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The twinkling flies in will-o'-the-wisp dance wheel<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through copse and open, all a gnomish green.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hear the water, and the wave is white<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There where the boulder plants a keel,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And each taunt ripple 's sheen.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where instant insects dot<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dark with spurts of sulphur—bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath the hazy height,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No bitter-almond trees make wan the night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Building bloom ridges of a ghostly lustre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But white-tops tossing cluster over cluster:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Huge-seen within that twilight spot—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As if a hill-born giant, half asleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had dropped his night-cap while he drove his sheep<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Foldward through fallow browns<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And foxy grays,—a something crowns<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The knoll—is it the odorous peak<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of one June-savory timothy stack?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now, one dead ash behind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A weak moon shows a withered cheek<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Quaker quiet, wasted o'er the vines'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Appentice ruins roofing pillared pines:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beyond these, back and back,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An oak-wood stretches black—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And here the whining were-wolves of the wind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Snuff snarling: but their eyes are blind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Although their fangs are fierce;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And though they never pierce<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beyond the bad, bedevilled woodland streak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hear them, yes, I hear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A padding o' footsteps near,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A prowling pant in ear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And can not fly!—yes!—no!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What horror holds me?—That uncoiling slow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sure, mastering chimera there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hooping firm unseen feelers 'round my neck<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span> +<span class="i0">A binding, bruising coil ...<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The waters burn and boil;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fire-flies the dappled darkness fleck<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With impish dabs of blazing wizard's oil ...<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deep, deep into the black eye of the beck<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I stare, magnetic fixed, and little reck<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If all the writhing shadow slips,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dripping around me, to the eyes and hips,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where grinning murder leers with lupine lips.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>7.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What can it mean for me? what have I done to her?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I in our freedom of love as a sun to her;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She to our liberty goddess and slumberless<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Moon of the stars shining silver and numberless:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who on my life, that was thorny and showery,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Came—and made dewyness; smiled—and made flowery;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mine! the affinitized one of humanity:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mine! the elected of soul over vanity—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What have I done to her, what have I done!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> +<span class="i0">What can it mean for me? what have I said to her?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I, who have idolized, worshipped, and pled to her;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sung for her, laughed for her, sorrowed and sighed for her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lived for her, hated and gladly had died for her!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">See; she has written me thus! she has written me—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sooner would dagger or serpent had smitten me!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would they had shrivelled or ever they'd read of it!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Eyes, that are wide to the bitterest dread of it—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What have I said to her, what have I said!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What shall I make of it, I, who am trembling<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fearful of loss?—Oh, enamored, dissembling<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flame!—of the candle that burning, but guttering,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flatters the moth that comes circling and fluttering<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out of the summer night; trusting, importunate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quitting cool flowers for this—O unfortunate!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such has she been to me making me such to her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Slaying me, saying I never was much to her—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What shall I make of it, what can I make!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Love, in thy everglades, moaning and motionless<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Look, I have fallen; the evil is potionless:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> +<span class="i0">I, with no thought but the heavens that lock us in,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Set naked feet 'mid the cottonmouth, moccasin<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Under wild-roses, the Cherokee, eying me:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the sweet blue with the egrets that, flying me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loosened like blooms from magnolias, rose slenderly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">White and pale pink; where the mocking-bird tenderly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sang, making vistas of mosses melodious,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wandered unheeding my steps in the odious<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Slime that was venom; I followed the fiery<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Violet curve of thy star falling wiry—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So was I lost in night, thus am undone!...<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Have I not told to her—living alone for her—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Purposed unfoldments of love I had sown for her<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here in the soil of my soul? their variety<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Endless; and ever she answered with piety.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">See! it has come to this ... all the tale's suavity<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At the ninth chapter grows stupid with gravity;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Duller than death all our beautiful history—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Close it!—the <i>finis</i> is more than a mystery.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, I will tell her this; yes, I will tell.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> +</div> +<h4>8.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I seem to hear her speak and see<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That blue-hung room. Her perfume comes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From lavender folds vined dreamily—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A-blossom with brocaded blooms,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A stuff of Orient looms.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Again I hear her speak and back,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where steals the showery sunlight, piles<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A whatnot dainty bric-a-brac<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beside a tall clock; each glazed tile's<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Blue-patterned profile smiles.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I hear her say, "Ah, had we known,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Could what has been have ever been?—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now!"... How hurt the hard ache shone<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In eyes whose sadness seemed to lean<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On something far, unseen!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And as in sleep my own self seems<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Outside my suffering self: I flush<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In mists of undetermined dreams;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Behold her musing in that hush<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of lilac light and plush.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Smiling but tortured. Yes, I feel<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Despite that face, not seeming sad,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In those calm temples thoughts like steel<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Remorseless bore. I had gone mad<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had I once deemed her glad.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Unconsciously, with eyes that yearn<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To pierce beyond the present far,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Searching some future hope, I turn;—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There in her garden one fierce star,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beyond the window's bar,—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Vermilion as a storm-sunk sun,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A phyllocactus?—all the life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of torrid middays in but one<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rich crimson bloom—flames red as strife;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And near it, rankly rife—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Deep coreopsis?—heavy hues<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of soft seal-bronze and satiny gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sway girandoles whose jets of dews<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Burn points of starlight diamond-cold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Warm-colored, manifold.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> +<span class="i0">She dare not speak; I can not. Yet<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An intercourse 'twixt brain and brain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Goes feverish on.—Crushed, smelling wet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Through silken curtains drift again<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Verbena-scents of rain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I in the doorway turn and stay;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Angry her cameo beauty mark<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Set in that smile—Oh! will she say<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No farewell? no regret? one spark<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of hope to cheer the dark?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That sepia-sketch—conceive it so—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A roguish head with jaunty eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Laughing beneath a rose-chapeau,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Silk-masked, unmasking—it denies<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The full-faced flower surprise;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hung o'er her davenport.... We read<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The true beneath the false; perceive<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The smile that hides the ache.—Indeed!<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Whose</i> soul unmasks?... not mine!—I grieve<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Here, here, but laugh and leave....<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span> +</div> +<h4>9.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Beyond the knotty apple-trees<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That fade about the old brick-barn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its tattered arms and tattered knees<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A scare-crow tosses to the breeze<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Among the shocks of corn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All things grow gray in earth and sky;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The cold wind sounding drearily<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Makes all the rusty branches fly;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The rustling leaves a-rotting lie;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The year is waning wearily.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At night I hear the far wild geese<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Honk in frost-bitten heavens, under<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arcturus. Though I seem to cease<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Outside myself and sleep in peace,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I drowse awake and wonder.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I know torn thistles by the creek<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hang hairy with the frost; the tented<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Brown acres of the corn stretch bleak<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ghostly in the moonlight, weak<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In hollows bitter-scented.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Dream back the ways we strolled at morn<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Through woods of summer ever singing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Moon-trysts beneath the crooked thorn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The tasselled meads of cane and corn<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their restless shadows swinging....<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I stand and oar our boat among<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The dripping lilies of the river;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I reach her hat the grape-vine long<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Struck in the stream; we sing a song,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That song ... I wake and shiver.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And then my feverish mind reverts<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To our sad words and sadder parting<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In days long gone; and, oh! it hurts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within here, for the soul asserts<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mine the fool fault from starting.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And I must lie awake and think<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of her with such regrets as gladly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No unrebuking conscience shrink;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hear the wild-fowls' clangor sink<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Through plaintive starlight sadly.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> +<span class="i0">When all are overflown and deep<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The stoic night is left forsaken,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For company I well would weep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since all my spirit fears to sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sleep of such visions shaken.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Grave visions of dead deeds that flaw<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Our waking hours, ever haunting;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Else were we, lacking love and law,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rude scare-crow things of sticks and straw<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Undaunted and undaunting.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>10.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The sun a splintered splendor was<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In sober trees that broke and blurred,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That afternoon we went together<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In droning hum and whirling buzz,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where hard the dinning locust whirred,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Through fields of golden-rod a-feather.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So sweet it was to look and lean<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To your young face and feel the light<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Of eyes that fondled mine unsaddened!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> +<span class="i0">The laugh that left lips more serene;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The words that blossomed like the white<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Life-everlasting there and gladdened.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Maturing Summer, you were fraught<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With wiser beauties then than now<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Parades rich Autumn's red November;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This stuns: there dreams no subtle thought<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As then on hinting bush and bough—<br /></span> +<span class="i4">But now I am alone, remember.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>11.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Through iron-weeds and roses<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bronzing beech and oak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Old porches it discloses,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Above the briars and roses<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fall's feeble sunbeams soak.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Neglected walks that tangle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The dodder-strangled grass;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its chimney shows one angle<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heaped with dead leaves that spangle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The paths that round it pass.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> +<span class="i0">The early mists that bury<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hide them in its rooms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From spider closets—very<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dim with old webs—will hurry<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Out in the raining glooms.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They haunt each stair and basement;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They stand on hearth and porch;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lean from each paneless casement,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or in the moonlight's lacement<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fly with a phantom torch.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is a sense of frost here;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gusts that sob away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of something that was lost here,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long, long ago was lost here,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But what, they can not say.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There croons no owl to startle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Despondency within;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No raven o'er its portal<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To scare the daring mortal<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And guard its cellared sin.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span> +<span class="i0">The creaking road descries it<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This side the dusty toll;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The farmer passing eyes it;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">None stops t' philosophize it,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This symbol of a soul.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>12.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Though the dog-tooth violet come<br /></span> +<span class="i8">With the shower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the wild-bee haunt and hum<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Every flower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We shall never wend as when<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love laughed leading us from men<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over violet vale and glen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the red-bird sang an hour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And we heard the partridge drum.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Here October shadows pray,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Till one stills<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Joyance, where for buried May<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Sob the rills:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span> +<span class="i0">So love's vision has arisen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the long ago: I listen—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Memory, tears in eyes that glisten<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Points but Indiana hills<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fading dark-blue far away.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="PART_IV" id="PART_IV"></a>PART IV.</h2> + + +<h4>1.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">When in her cloudy chiton<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Spring freed the donjoned rills,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And trumpeting, a Triton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wind-war was on the hills;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O'er ways, hope's buds bedizen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Long ways the glory lies on,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Love spread us an horizon<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of gold beyond life's ills.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">When Summer came with sickle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Stuck in a sheaf of gleams,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And eves were honey-trickle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From bee-hives of the beams;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Scrolls of the days blue-blotted,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Scrolls of the night star-dotted,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To love and us allotted<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A world of woven dreams.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span> +<span class="i2">When Autumn waited tired—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A fair-faced heretic—<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Auto-de-fés</i> Frost fired<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In Winter's Bishopric;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Our loves, a song had started,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Grew with the song sad-hearted,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sweet loves long-sworn were parted,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though life for love was sick.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Now is the Winter waited<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Neath skies of frozen gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or raining heavens hated<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of winds that curse and scold.—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall this be so: that never<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall sunlight snowlight sever?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Forever and forever<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The heart wait winter-cold?<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>2.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Soft music bring that seems to weep<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All this dull sorrow of the soul;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vague music soft to utter sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sleep and undying dole:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Forgetting not—forgotten most—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How love is well though lost.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So weary, oh! and yet so fain<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In silent service of the heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still feeling if it be in vain<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Love's spirit hath His part;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And if in death God grant the rest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Life were but kind at best.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>3.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Last night I slept till midnight<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then woke, and far away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A cock crowed; lonely and distant<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Came mournful a watch-dog's bay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But lonelier, slower the tedious<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Old clock ticked on towards day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And what a day!—remember<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The morns of a Summer and Spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That bound two lives together?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Each morn a wedding ring<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of dew and dreams and sparkle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of flowers and birds a-wing?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Broad morns when I strolled the garden<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Awaiting one the rose<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Expected, fresh in its blushes—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Giant of Battle that grows<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A head of radiance and fragrance,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The champion of the close.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Not in vain did I wait, departed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Summer, this morning mocks;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Mid the powdery crystal and crimson<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of your hollow hollyhocks;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your fairy-bells and poppies,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the bee that in them rocks.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Cool-clad 'mid the pendulous purple<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of the morning-glory vine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By the giant pearls pellucid<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of the peonies a-line,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The snapdragons' and the pansies'<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Deep-colored jewel mine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Shall I ever see my mealy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Drunk dusty-millers gay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My lady-slippers bashful<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Of butterfly and ray;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My gillyflowers as spicy<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each as a day of May?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, dear when I think of the handfuls<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of little gold coin a-mass,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My bachelor's-buttons scatter<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Over the garden grass;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the marigold that boasts its<br /></span> +<span class="i2">One bit of burning brass;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">More bitter I feel the winter<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tighten to spirit and heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dream of the days remembered<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As lost—of the past a part;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the ways we went, all blotted,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tear-blotted on love's chart.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And I see the mill and the diamonds<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of foam tossed from its wheel;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Red lilies tumbled together,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The madcap wind at heel;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the timid veronicas' blossoms—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Those prayers the woods conceal.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span> +<span class="i0">The wild-cat gray of the meadows<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That the ox-eyed daisies dot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fawn-eyed and a leopard-yellow,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That tangle a tawny spot—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As if some panther tired<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lay dozing tame and hot.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ah! back again with the present,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With winds that pinch and twist<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each leaf in their peevish passion,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And whirl wherever they list;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the morning hoary and nipping,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whose mausolean mist<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Builds white a tomb for the daylight—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A frosty, shaggy fog,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That fits gray wigs on the cedars,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And furs with wool each log;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Carpets with satin the meadow,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And velvets white the bog.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Alone at morn—indifferent;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alone at eve—I sigh;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And wait, like the wind complaining,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Complain and know not why;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ailing and longing and hating<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Because I cannot die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How dull are the sunsets! dreary<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cold, hard and harsh and dead!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far richer were those of August,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">One stain of wine-dark red—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The juice of a mulberry vintage—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the new moon overhead.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But now I sit with the sighing<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Dead wests of a dying year!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the fallen leaves and the acorns<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Am worthless and feel as sear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the soul and the body sicken,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the heart's one scalding tear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And I stare from my window! The darkness,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like a bravo, his cloak throws on;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The moon, like a hidden lanthorn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Glitters—or dagger drawn;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span> +<span class="i0">All my heart cries out beseeching:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Strike here! strike and be gone!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>4.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When friends are sighing<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Round one and one<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nearer is lying,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nearer the sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When one is dying<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all is done;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I may remember,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You may forget<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Words, each an ember,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Burning here yet—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In dead December<br /></span> +<span class="i2">One will regret.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Love we have given,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Over and o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All, who has driven<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Us from his door,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is he forgiven<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When he is poor?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span> +<span class="i0">What if you wept once,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What though he knew!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What if he slept once!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Still he was true,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If he but kept once<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Something of you.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Never forgetful,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Love may forget;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Froward and fretful,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Child, he will fret;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ever regretful,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He will regret.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Love would be sweeter<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If we but knew;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lives be completer<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To themselves true;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hearts more in metre,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Truth looking through.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Flesh never near it,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Being impure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mind must endear it<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> +<span class="i2">Making it sure—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love in the spirit,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That will endure.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So when to-morrow<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ceases and we<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quit this we borrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mortality,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such chastens sorrow<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So it may see.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There will be weeping,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Weary and deep,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">God's be the keeping<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of those that weep!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When our loved, sleeping,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sleep their long sleep;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then they are dearer<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than we're aware;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Character clearer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Being more fair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then they are nearer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nearer by prayer.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> +</div> + +<h4>5.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They will not say I can not live beyond the weary night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But then I know that I shall die before comes morning's light.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How frail is flesh!—but you 'll forgive me now I tell you how<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I loved you, love you; and the pain it gives to leave you now?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This could not be on earth; the flesh, that clothes the soul of me—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ordained at birth a sacrifice to this heredity—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Denied, forbade.—Ah, you have seen the bright spots in my cheeks<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grow hectic, as before comes night blood dyes the sunset's streaks?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Consumption. "But I promised you my love"—'t is left forlorn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of life God summons unto him, and is it then forsworn?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, I was glad in love of you; but think: if I had died<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere babe of mine had come to be a solace at your side?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Had it been little then, your grief, when Heaven had made us one<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In everything that's good on earth and then the good undone?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No! no!—and had I lived to raise a boy we saw each day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bud into beauty, with that blight born in him that must slay!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Just when we cherish him the most, and youthful, sunny pride<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sits on his curly front, he pines and dies ere I have died.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose fault?—not mine! but hers or his, that ancestor who gave<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Escutcheon to our humble house—a death's-head and a grave.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath the pomp of those grim arms we live and may not move;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor faith, nor fame, nor wealth avail to hurl them down, nor love.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How could I tell you this?—not then! when all the world was spun<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of morning colors for our love to walk and dance upon.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I could not tell you how disease hid here a viper germ,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Precedence slowly claiming and so slowly fixing firm.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when I broke our plighted troth and would not tell you why,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I loved you, thinking "time enough when I have come to die."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Draw off my rings and let my hands rest so ... the wretched cough<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will interrupt my feeble speech and will not be put off....<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Ah, anyhow, my anodyne is this—to feel that you<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are near me, that your healthy hand soothes mine's unhealthy dew.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And that your heart excuses all, and that you will not fret<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because you understand me now and never will forget.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now bring me roses pale and pure and tell me death's a lie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">—Late was it hard for me to live, now it is hard to die.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="PART_V" id="PART_V"></a>PART V.</h2> + + +<h4>1.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Vased in her bedroom window, white<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As her glad girlhood, never lost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I smelt the roses; and the night<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Outside was fog and frost.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What though I claimed her dying there!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">God nor one angel understood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor cared, who from loved feet to hair<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had changed to mist her blood.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Love, love had claimed us long, and long<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Our hearts sang harp-strung, late and soon;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But God!—God jangles thus the song<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And makes discord of tune.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What lily lilier than her face!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">More virgin than her lips I kissed!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When morn like God, with gold and grace<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Broke massed in mist! broke massed in mist!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span> +</div> +<h4>2.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Love, to your face farewell now,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Pillowed a flower on flowers;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Eyes, white-weighed with a spell now;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lips, with nothing to tell now,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That bade adieu to ours.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Dear, is your soul so daggered<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There by a world that hates?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love—is <i>he</i> ever laggard?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hope—is <i>her</i> face so haggard?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You, who are one with the Fates?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Never to wait to-morrow<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Under such worldly skies!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Never to sleep with sorrow!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hour by hour to borrow<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Joy that has only sighs!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sweet, farewell forever;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a burning tear or two—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will they reach your knowledge ever,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And touch through the dreams that sever<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My life from the life of you?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> +<span class="i0">O Life, in my flesh so fearful<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Medicine me this pain!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy eyes with a science cheerful,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But mine, with a mystery tearful,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tearful and slumber-fain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Love, to your lips farewell now—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your spirit through them I kiss;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lips—so sealed with a spell now!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lips, with nothing to tell now<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But this! but this! but this!...<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>3.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So long it seems since last I saw her face,<br /></span> +<span class="i12">So long ago it seems,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like some sad soul, in unconjectured space,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lost in the happiness of some dead grace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Remembered—I. And, oh! a little while<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sorrow stabs and Death conceals no smile<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From Love bowed weeping in a thorny place—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So long ago, our love is what are dreams!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Since she is gone no more I feel the light,<br /></span> +<span class="i12">Since she is gone beyond,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Burst like a revelation out of night,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Golden convictions of far futures bright,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whiles clouds around the west take marble tones;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Hope sits sighing in a place of stones,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dark locks dishevelled and face very white,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since she is gone and life's an iron bond.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now she is dead the doubt Love dulled with awe,<br /></span> +<span class="i12">Now she is dead to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Questions the wisdom of diviner law.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Self-solved of self I search to find a flaw—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O egotism of Earth's fools and slaves!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Faith leans thoughtful in a place of graves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On that unseen from this seen known to draw,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now she is dead and it is hard to see.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>4.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ridged and bleak the gray forsaken<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Twilight at the night has guessed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where no star of dusk has taken<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Flame unshaken in the west.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span> +<span class="i0">All the day the woodlands dying<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Moaned, and drippings as of grief<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tossed from barren boughs with sighing<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Death of flying twig and leaf.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ah, to be a dream unbroken,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Past the ironies of Fate!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Born a tree; with branches oaken<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Dear unspoken intimate.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Who may say that man has never<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lived the mighty hearts of trees?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Graduating Godward ever,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Forever finds through these?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Colors, we have lived, are cherished;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Odors, we have been, are ours;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Entity alone has perished;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beauty-nourished souls were flowers.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Music, when the fancy guesses,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lifts us loftier thoughts among;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spirit that the flesh distresses,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But expresses self with song....<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven in darkness bends upbraiding<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Without moonlight, without star;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Darkness and the reason aiding,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All but fading phantoms are.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Still philosophy is saying:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Now that hope with life seems gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some are cursing, some are praying,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">God smiles raying in the dawn!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>5.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Wild weather; the whip of the sleet<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On the shuttered casement tapping;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A shadow from face to feet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like a shroud, my spirit wrapping,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Wild weather; and how is she<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now the sting of the storm beats serried,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over the stone and the tree<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of the grave where she is buried?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Wild weather; I cannot weep—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But the skies weep on and worry;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So I sleep, and dream in my sleep<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How I hear dim garments hurry....<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Star weather and footsteps of stars;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I see white raiment glisten,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the glow on the face of Mars<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When the stars to the angels listen.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And with me I see how she stands<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With lips high thought has weighted;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With testifying hands,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And eyes with purity mated.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Have I spoken and have I kneeled<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the prayer I worship, I wonder?—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What waits on her lips that are sealed?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">God-sealed and who shall sunder!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I sob, "Oh your stay was long!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You are come, but your feet were laggard,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With mansuetude and song<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a heart your death has daggered."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And I lift wet eyes to her<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unutterable with weeping,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And beg for the loves that were,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now passed into Heaven's keeping....<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> +<span class="i0">I wake and a clock tolls three—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the night and the storm lie serried<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the testament that's she,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Closed, clasped, and forever buried.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>6.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The night is shrewd with storm and sleet;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Each loose-warped casement raps or groans;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hear the wailing woodland beat<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tempest with long blatant moans,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like one who fears defeat.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And sitting here beyond the storm,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alone within the lonely house,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It seems of Sleep the Fairy charm<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Weaves incantations; even the mouse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That scratched has come to harm.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And in this grave light, stolen o'er<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Familiar objects, grown severe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I 'm strange—as, opening a door,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">One finds one's dead self standing near,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One knew not dead before.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> +<span class="i0">The old stair rings with growling gusts;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Each hearth's flue gasps a gorgon throat<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That snores and sleeps; the spectral dusts,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which yonder Shawnee war-gear coat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose quiver hangs and rusts,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Are shaken; till I feel that he,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who wore it in the wild war-dance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And died in it, fills shadowy<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Its wampumed skins; its plume, perchance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shakes, scowling eyes at me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And so the Swedenborge I toss<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Aside, contented with the dark<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That takes me. O'er the fire-light cross;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Pass where the andirons spit and spark,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ponder o'er her loss.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Or from the flaw-splashed window yearn<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Out toward the waste, where sway and dip<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dank, dark December boughs, where burn<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Some late last leaves, that icy drip<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No matter where you turn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Where sodden soil, you scarce have trod,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fills oozy footprints; and the night<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So ugly that it mocks at God,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Creating monsters which the sight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fancies, unseen, abroad.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The months I count: how long it seems<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Since that bland summer when with her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There on her porch, in rainy gleams<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We watched the mellow lightning stir<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In rain-clouds gray as dreams!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When all the west a torn gold sheet—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Swift openings of some Titan's forge—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Laid bald with storm; in quivering heat<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Pitched precipice and nightmare gorge,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where thunder torrents beat.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And strong the wind was as again<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Storm lit the instant earth; and how<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wood sprang out one virent stain;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We read no more—lost is it now!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In <i>Romance of a Reign</i>;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> +<span class="i0">A tale of nowhere; then that we<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were reading till we heard the plunge<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of distant thunder sullenly,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And left to mark long lightnings lunge<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Convulsions fiery.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What worlds love wrought us, dreaming there,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of sorcery and necromance!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With spirits lustrous of the air,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A land like one great pearl, a trance<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of floods and forests fair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Where white-faced flowers sang and thought;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where fragrant birds flew, brilliant-blown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In winging odors; feather-fraught<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With light, where breathing colors shone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On throbbing music brought.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Or built us some snug country home<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Among the hills; with terraces<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vine-hung and orchared o'er the foam<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of the Ohio, far one sees<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wind crimson in the gloam.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And this! and this!—alone! alone!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To hear the sweep of winter rain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The missiled sleet's sharp arrows blown;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Dark shadow on the freezing pane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on my heart a moan!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="DAYS_AND_DREAMS" id="DAYS_AND_DREAMS"></a>DAYS AND DREAMS.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He dreamed of hills so deep with woods<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Storm-barriers on the summer sky<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are not more dark, where plunged loud floods<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Down rocks of sullen dye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Flat ways were his where sparsely grew<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gnarled, iron-colored oaks, with rifts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Between dead boughs, of Eden-blue:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ways where the speedwell lifts<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Its shy appeal, and spreading far—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The gold, the fallen gold of dawn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Staining each blossom's balanced star—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hollows of cowslips wan.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Where 'round the feet the lady-smock<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And pearl-pale lady-slipper creep;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">White butterflies upon them rock<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or seal-brown suck and sleep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span> +<span class="i0">At eve the west shoots crooked fire<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Athwart a half-moon leaning low;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While one white, arrowy star throbs higher<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In curdled honey-glow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Was it some elfin euphrasy<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That purged his spirit so that there<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blue harebells, by those ways that be,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Seemed summoning to prayer?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For all the death within him prays;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Not he—his higher self, whose love<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fire-filled the flesh. Its light still stays<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Touched by the soul above.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They found him dead his songs beside,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Six stairs above the din and dust<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of life: and that for which he died<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Denied him even a crust.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="DEITY" id="DEITY"></a>DEITY.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">No personal; a God divinely crowned<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With gold and raised upon a golden throne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deep in a golden glory, whence he nods<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Man this or that—and little more than man!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And shalt thou see Him individual?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not till the freed intelligence hath sought<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ten hundred hundred years to rise and love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Piercing the singing cycles under God,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their iridescent evolutions orbed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In wild prismatic splendors,—shall it see—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through God-propinquity become a god—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">See, lightening out of spheric harmonies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Resplendencies of empyrean light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prisms and facets of ten million beams<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Starring a crystal of berainbowed rays,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in this—eyes of burning sapphire, eyes<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Deep as the music of the beautiful;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And o'er the eyes, limpid hierarchal brows,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As they were lilies of seraphic fire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lips underneath, of trembling ruby—lips<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose tongue's a chord, and every sound a song:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cherubic faces of intensity<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In multiplying myriads to a word<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forming the unit—God; Supremity<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Creative and ubiquitous.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i26">From this<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy intellect, detached, expelled and breathed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Exaltant into flesh endowed with soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One sparkle of the Essence clothed with clay.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O high development! devolvings up<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From matter to unmattered potencies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Up to the source and fountain of all mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beauty and truth, inviolable Love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so resumed and reabsorbed in God,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One more expression of eternity!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="SELF" id="SELF"></a>SELF.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A Sufi debauchee of dreams<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Spake this:—From Sodomite to Peri<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Earth tablets us; we live and are<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Man's own long commentary.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Is one begat in Bassora,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">One lies in Damietta dying—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The plausibilities of God<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All possibles o'erlying.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But burns the lust within the flesh?—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hell's but a homily to Heaven,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Put then the individual first,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And of thyself be shriven.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Neither in adamant nor brass<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The scrutinizing eye records it;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The arm is rooted in the heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The heart that rules and lords it.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Be that it is and thou art all;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And what thou art so thou hast written<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thee of the lutanists of Love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or of the torture-smitten.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="SELF_AND_SOUL" id="SELF_AND_SOUL"></a>SELF AND SOUL.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It came to me in my sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I rose from my sleep and went<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out in the night to weep,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Over the bristling bent.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With my soul, it seemed, I stood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alone in a moaning wood.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And my soul said, gazing at me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Shall I show you another land<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than other this flesh can see?"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And took into hers my hand.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We passed from the wood to a heath<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As starved as the ribs of Death.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Three skeleton trees we pass,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bare bones on an iron moor,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where every leaf and the grass<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was a thorn and a thistle hoar.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And my soul said, looking on me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>The past of your life you see.</i>"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And a swine-herd passed with his swine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Deformed; and I heard him growl;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two eyes of a sottish shine<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Leered under two brows as foul.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my soul said, "<i>This is the lust</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>That soils my limbs with the dust.</i>"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And a goose wife hobbled by<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On a crutch, with the devil's geese;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A-mumbling how life is a lie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And cursing my soul without cease.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my soul said, "<i>This is desire;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The meaning of life is higher.</i>"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And we came to a garden, close<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To a hollow of graves and tombs;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A garden as red as a rose<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hung over of obscene glooms;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The heart of each rose was a spark<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That smouldered or splintered the dark.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And I was aware of a girl<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With a wild-rose face, who came<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a mouth like a shell's split pearl,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rose-clad in a robe of flame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she plucked the roses and gave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my flesh was her veriest slave.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She vanished. My lips would have kissed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The flowers she gave me with sighs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But they writhed in my hands and hissed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In their hearts were a serpent's eyes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my soul said, "<i>Pleasure is she;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The joys of the flesh you see</i>."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And I bowed with a heart too weary,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That longed for rest, for sleep;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my eyes were heavy and teary,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And yearned for a way to weep.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my soul smiled, "<i>This may be!</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Will you know me and follow me?</i>"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="THE_DREAM_OF_DREAD" id="THE_DREAM_OF_DREAD"></a>THE DREAM OF DREAD.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I have lain for an hour or twain<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Awake, and the tempest is beating<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the roof, and the sleet on the pane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the winds are three enemies meeting;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I listen and hear it again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My name, in the silence, repeating.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then dumbness of death that must slay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till the midnight is burst like a bubble;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And out of the darkness a ray—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'T is she! the all beautiful double;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a face like the breaking of day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Eyes dark with the magic of trouble.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I move not; she lies with her lips<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At mine; and I feel she is drawing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My life from my heart to their tips,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My heart where the horror is gnawing;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> +<span class="i0">My life in a thousand slow sips,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My flesh with her sorcery awing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She binds me with merciless eyes;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She drinks of my blood, and I hear it<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drain up with a shudder and rise<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the lips, like the serpent's, that steer it<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she lies and she laughs as she lies,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Saying, "Lo, thy affinitized spirit!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then I hear—as if torturing swords<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had shivered and torments had grated<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hoarse iron deep under; and words<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As of sins that howled out and awaited<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fiend who lashed into their hords,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a demon who lacerated.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And I shriek and lie clammy and stark,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As the curse of a devil mounts higher,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Up—out of damnation and dark,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Up—a hobble of hoofs that is dire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I feel that his mouth is a spark,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His features, of filth and of fire.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span> +<span class="i0">"To thy body's corruption, thy grave!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy hell! from which thou hast stolen!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a blackness rolls down like a wave<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With a clamor of tongues that are swollen—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I feel that my flesh is the slave<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of a—vampire, diakka, eidolon?<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="DEATH_IN_LIFE" id="DEATH_IN_LIFE"></a>DEATH IN LIFE.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Within my veins it beats<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And burns within my brain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For when the year is sad and sear<br /></span> +<span class="i4">I dream the dream again.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Ah! over young am I<br /></span> +<span class="i4">God knows! yet in this sleep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More pain and woe than women know<br /></span> +<span class="i4">I know, and doubly deep!...<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Seven towers of shaggy rock<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Rise red to ragged skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Built in a marsh that, black and harsh,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">To dead horizons lies.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Eternal sunset pours,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Around its warlock towers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A glowing urn where garnets burn<br /></span> +<span class="i4">With fire-dripping flowers.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span> +<span class="i4">O'er bat-like turrets high,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Stretched in a scarlet line,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The crimson cranes through rosy rains<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Drop like a ruby wine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Once in the banquet-hall<br /></span> +<span class="i4">These scarlet storks are heard:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I sit at board with men o' th' sword<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And knights of noble word;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Cased all in silver mail;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">But he, I love and fear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In glittering gold beside me bold<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Sits like a lover near.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Wild music echoes in<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The hollow towers there;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Behind bright bars o' his visor, stars<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Beam in his eyes and glare.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Wild music oozes from<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Arched ceilings, caked with white<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Groined pearl; and floors like mythic shores<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That sing to seas of light.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span> +<span class="i4">Wild music and a feast,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And one's belovèd near<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In burning mail—why am I pale,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">So pale with grief and fear?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Red heavens and slaughter-red<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The marsh to west and east;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seven slits of sky, seven casements high,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Flare on the blood-red feast.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Our torches tall are these,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Our revel torches seven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That spill from gold soft splendors old—<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The hour of night—eleven.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">No word. The sparkle aches<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In cups of diamond-spar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That prism the light of ruddy white<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In royal wines of war.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">No word. Rich plate that rays,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Splashes of splitting fires,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Off beryl brims; while sobs and swims<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Enchantment of lost lyres.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span> +<span class="i4">I lean to him I love,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And in the silence say:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Would thy dear grace reveal thy face,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">If love should crave and pray?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Grave Silence, like a king,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">At that strange feast is set;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grave Silence still as the soul's will,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That rules the reason yet.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">But when I speak, behold!<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The charm is snapped, for low<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Speaks out the mask o' his golden casque,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">"At midnight be it so!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">And Silence waits severe,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Till one sonorous tower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Owl-swarmed, that looms in glaring glooms,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Sounds slow the midnight hour.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Three strokes; the knights arise,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The palsy from them flung,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To meward mock like some hoarse rock<br /></span> +<span class="i4">When wrecking waves give tongue.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span> +<span class="i4">Six strokes; and wailing out<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The music hoots away;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fiery glimmer of eve dies dimmer,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The red grows ghostly gray.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Nine strokes; and dropping mould<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The crumbling hall is lead;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The plate is rust, the feast is dust,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The banqueters are dead.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Twelve strokes pound out and roll;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The huge walls writhe and shake<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er hissing things with taloned wings—<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Christ Jesus, let me wake!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Then rattling in the night<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>His</i> iron visor slips—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In rotting mail a death's-head pale<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Kisses my loathing lips.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Two hell-fierce lusts its eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Sharp-pointed like a knife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That flaming seem to say, "<i>No dream!</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>No dream! the truth of Life!</i>"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="THE_EVE_OF_ALL-SAINTS" id="THE_EVE_OF_ALL-SAINTS"></a>THE EVE OF ALL-SAINTS.</h2> + + +<h4>1.</h4> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This is the tale they tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of an Hallowe'en;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This is the thing that befell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Me and the village Belle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beautiful Aimee Dean.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<h4>2.</h4> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Did I love her?—God and she,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They know and I!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And love was the life of me—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whatever else may be,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Would God that I could die!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span> +<h4>3.</h4> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That All-Saints' eve was dim;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The frost lay white<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Under strange stars and a slim<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Moon in the graveyard grim,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An Autumn ghost of light.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<h4>4.</h4> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They told her: "Go alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With never a word,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the burial plot's unknown<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grave with the grayest stone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When the clock on twelve is heard;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<h4>5.</h4> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Three times around it pass,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With never a sound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each time a wisp of grass<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And myrtle pluck, and pass<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Out of the ghostly ground;<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> +<h4>6.</h4> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And the bridegroom that's to be<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At smiling wait,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a face like mist to see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With graceful gallantry<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will bow you to the gate."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<h4>7.</h4> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She laughed at this, and so<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bespoke us how<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the burial place she'd go:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I was glad to know,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For I'd be there to bow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<h4>8.</h4> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">An acre from the farm<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The homestead graves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lay walled from sun and storm;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Old cedars of priestly form<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Around like sentinel slaves.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span> +<h4>9.</h4> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I loved, but never could say<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Such words to her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And waited from day to day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nursing the hope that lay<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Under the doubts that were.—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<h4>10.</h4> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She passed 'neath the iron arch<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of the legended ground,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the moon like a twisted torch<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Burned over one lonesome larch;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She passed with never a sound.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<h4>11.</h4> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Three times had the circle traced,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Three times had bent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the grave that the myrtle graced;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Three times, then softly faced<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Homeward, and slowly went.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span> +<h4>12.</h4> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Had the moonlight changed me so?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or fear undone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her stepping strange and slow?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Did she see and did not know?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or loved she another one?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<h4>13.</h4> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Who knows?—She turned to flee<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With a face so white<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That it haunts and will haunt me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wind blew gustily,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The graveyard gate clanged tight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<h4>14.</h4> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Did she think it me or—what,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Clutching her dress?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her face so pinched that not<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A star in a stormy spot<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shows half as much distress.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> +<h4>15.</h4> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Did I speak? did she answer aught?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O God! had I said<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Aimee, 't is I!" but naught!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the mist and the moon distraught<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Stared with me on her—dead....<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<h4>16.</h4> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This is the tale they tell<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of the Hallowe'en;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This is the thing that befell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Me and the village Belle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beautiful Aimee Dean.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="MATER_DOLOROSA" id="MATER_DOLOROSA"></a>MATER DOLOROSA.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The nuns sing, "<i>ora pro nobis</i>,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The lancets glitter above;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the beautiful Virgin whose robe is<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Woven of infinite love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Infinite love and sorrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Prays for them there on high;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who has most need of her prayers,—to-morrow<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall tell them,—they or I?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Up in the hills together<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We loved, where the world seemed true;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our world of the whin and heather,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Our skies of a nearer blue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A blue from which one borrows<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A faith that helps one die—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O Mother, sweet Mother of Sorrows,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">None needs such more than I!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span> +<span class="i0">We lived, we loved unwedded—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Love's sin and its shame that slays!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No ill of the year we dreaded,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No day of its coming days;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its coming days, their many<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Trials by morn and night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I know no land, not any,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where love's lilies grow so white!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Was he false to me, my Mother!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or I to him, my God!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who gave thee right, O brother!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To take God's right and rod!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">God's rod of avenging morrows,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the life here in my side!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O Mother, God's Mother of Sorrows,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For both I would have died!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">By the wall of the Chantry kneeling,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray and the organ rings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Gloria! gloria!</i>" pealing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"<i>Sancta Maria</i>" sings!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span> +<span class="i0">They will find us dead to-morrow<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By the wall of their nunnery,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O Mother, sweet Mother of Sorrow!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His unborn babe and me.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="THE_OLD_INN" id="THE_OLD_INN"></a>THE OLD INN.</h2> + +<h4>1.</h4> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Red-winding from the sleepy town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">One takes the lone, forgotten lane<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Straight through the hills. A brush-bird brown<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bubbles in thorn-flowers sweet with rain;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Light shivers sink the gleaming grain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The cautious drip of higher leaves<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The lower dips that drip again.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Above the tangled tops it heaves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its gables and its haunted eaves.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<h4>2.</h4> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">One creeper, gnarled to bloomlessness,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O'er-forests all its eastern wall;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sighing cedars rake and press<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Dark boughs along the panes they sprawl;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">While, where the sun beats, breaks a drawl<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Of hiving wasps; one bushy bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gold-dusty, hurls along the hall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To hum into a crack.—To me<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The shadows seem too scared to flee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<h4>3.<br /></h4> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Of ragged chimneys martins make<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Huge pipes of music; twittering here<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Build, breed, and roost.—My footfalls wake<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Strange stealing echoes, till I fear<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll meet my pale self coming near;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My phantom face as in a glass;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or one men murdered, buried—where?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dim in gray, stealthy glimmer, pass<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With lips that seem to moan "Alas."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="LAST_DAYS" id="LAST_DAYS"></a>LAST DAYS.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Aye! heartbreak of the tattered hills,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mourning of the raining sky!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heartbreak and mourning, since God wills,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Are mine, and God knows why!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The brutal wind that herds the storm<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In hail-big clouds that freeze along,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As this gray heart are doubly warm<br /></span> +<span class="i4">With thrice the joy of song.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I held one dearer than each day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of life God sets in limpid gold—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What thief hath stole that gem away<br /></span> +<span class="i4">To leave me poor and old!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The heartbreak of the hills be mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of trampled twig and mired leaf,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of rain that sobs through thorn and pine<br /></span> +<span class="i4">An unavailing grief!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span> +<span class="i0">The sorrow of the childless skies'<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Good-nights</i>, long said, yet never said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As when I kissed my child's blue eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And lips ice-dumb and dead.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="THE_ROMANZA" id="THE_ROMANZA"></a>THE ROMANZA.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In a kingdom of mist and moonlight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or ever the world was known,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Past leagues of unsailed water,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There reigned a king with a daughter<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That shone like a starry stone.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The day grew out o' the moonlight;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But never a day was there.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The king was wise as hoary,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And his daughter, like the glory<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of seven kingdoms, fair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And the night dimmed over the moonlight,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ever the mist was gray,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With slips of dull stars, bluer<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the princess met her wooer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A page like the month o' May.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span> +<span class="i0">In her eyes the mist, and the moonlight<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In hair of a crumpled gold;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By day they wooed a-hawking,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A-hawking laughed, a-mocking<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The good, white king and old.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On the sea the mist, and the moonlight<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Poured pale to the lilies' tips;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At eve, when the hawks were feeding,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In courts to the kennels leading,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He kissed her mouth and lips.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On towers the mist, and the moonlight<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On a dead face staring up;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His kingly couch was ready,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But and her hand was steady<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Giving the poisoned cup.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="MY_ROMANCE" id="MY_ROMANCE"></a>MY ROMANCE.</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If it so befalls that the midnight hovers<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In mist no moonlight breaks,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The leagues of years my spirit covers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And myself myself forsakes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And I live in a land of stars and flowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">White cliffs by a silver sea;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the pearly points of her opal towers<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From the mountains beckon me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And I think that I know that I hear her calling<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From a casement bathed with light—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The music of waters in waters falling<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To palms from a rocky height.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And I feel that I think my love's awaited<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By the romance of her charms;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That her feet are early and mine belated<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In a world that chains my arms.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span> +<span class="i0">But I break my chains and the rest is easy—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the shadow of the rose<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Snow-white, that blooms in her garden breezy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We meet and no one knows.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To dream sweet dreams and kiss sweet kisses;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The world—it may live or die;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The world that forgets, the soul that misses<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The life that has long gone by.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We speak old vows that have long been spoken,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And weep a long-gone woe,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For you must know our hearts were broken<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hundreds of years ago.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="THE_EPIC" id="THE_EPIC"></a>THE EPIC.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"To arms!" the battle bugles blew.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The daughter of their Earl was she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lord of a thousand swords and true;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He but a squire of low degree.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The horns of war blew up to horse:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He kissed her mouth; her face was white;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"God grant they bear thee back no corse!"—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"God give I win my spurs to-night!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Each watch-tower's blazing beacon scarred<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A blood-blot in the wounded dark:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She heard knights gallop battleward,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And from the turret leaned to mark.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My God, deliver me and mine!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My child! my God!" all night she prayed:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She saw the battle beacons shine;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She saw the battle beacons fade.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span> +<span class="i0">They brought him on a bier of spears.—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For him—the death-won spurs and name;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For her—the sting of secret tears,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And convent walls to hide her shame.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="THE_BLIND_HARPER" id="THE_BLIND_HARPER"></a>THE BLIND HARPER.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And thus it came my feet were led<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wizard walls that hairy hung<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Old as their rock the moss made dead;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And, like a ditch of fire flung<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Around it, uncouth flowers red<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thrust spur and fang and tongue.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And here I harped. Did dead men list?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or was it hollow hinges gnarred<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Huge, iron scorn in donjon-twist?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And when I thought a face sword-scarred<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would curse me, lo! a woman kissed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At me hands ringed and starred.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And so I sang; for she had leaned<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rare beauty to me, dark and tall;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I sang of Love, whose Court is queened<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of Aliénor the virginal,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Nor saw how rolled on me a fiend<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wolf-eyeballs from the wall.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, how I sang! until she laughed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Red lips that made lute harmony;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I sang of knights who fought and quaffed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To Love's own paragon, Marie—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor saw the suzerain whose shaft<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was bowed and bent on me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And I had harped until she wept;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But when I sang of Ermengarde<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Anjou,—where her Court is kept<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By brave, by beauty, and by bard,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She turned a raven there and swept<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Me, like a fury, 'ward.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A bleeding beak had pierced my sight;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A crimson claw each cheek had lined;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One glimpse: wild walls of threatening night<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Heaped raven battlements behind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A moat of blazing serpents bright—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And then I wandered blind.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="ELPHIN" id="ELPHIN"></a>ELPHIN.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The eve was a burning copper,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The night was a boundless black<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where wells of the lightning crumbled<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And boiled with blazing rack,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I came to the coal-black castle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With the wild rain on my back.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thrice under its goblin towers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where the causey of rock was laid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thrice, there at its spider portal,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My scornful bugle brayed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But never a warder questioned,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An owl's was the answer made.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When the heaven above was blistered<br /></span> +<span class="i2">One scald of blinding storm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the blackness clanged like a cavern<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of iron where demons swarm,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span> +<span class="i0">I rode in the court of the castle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With the shield upon my arm.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My sword unsheathed and certain<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of the visor of my casque,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My steel steps challenged the donjon<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My gauntlet should unmask;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But never a knight or varlet<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To stay or slay or ask.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My heels on the stone ground iron,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My fists on the bolts clashed steel;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the hall, the roar of the torrent,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the turret, the thunder's peal;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I found her there in the turret<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alone by her spinning-wheel.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She spun the flax of a spindle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I wondered on her face;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She spun the flax of a spindle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I marvelled on her grace;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She spun the flax of a spindle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I watched a little space.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> +<span class="i0">But nerves of my manhood weakened;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The heart in my breast was wax;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Myself but the hide of an image<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Out-stuffed with the hards of flax:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She spun and she smiled a-spinning<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A spindle of blood-red flax.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She spun and she laughed a-spinning<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The blood of my veins in a skein;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I knew how the charm was mastered,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And snapped in the hissing vein;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So she wove but a fiery scorpion<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That writhed from her hands again....<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fleeing in rain and in tempest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Saw by the cataract's bed,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cancers of ulcerous fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wounds of a bloody red,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its windows glare in the darkness<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Eyes of a dragon's head.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="PRE-ORDINATION" id="PRE-ORDINATION"></a>PRE-ORDINATION.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She bewitched me in my childhood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the witch's charm is hidden—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far beyond the wicked wildwood<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I shall find it, I am bidden.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She commands me, she who bound me<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With soft sorcery to follow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In a golden snare who wound me<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To her bosom's snowy hollow....<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Comes a night-dark stallion sired<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of the wind; a mare his mother<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whom Thessalian madness fired,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the hurricane his brother.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then my soul delays no longer:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though the night around is scowling,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Keenly mount him blacker, stronger<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than the tempest that is howling.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> +<span class="i0">At our ears wild shadows whistle;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Brazen forks the lightning o'er us<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flames; and huge the thunder's missile<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bursts behind us, drags before us.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Over fire-scorched fields of stubble;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Iron forests dark with wonder;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Evil marshes black with trouble;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nightmare torrents thundering under:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In the thorn that past us races,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Harelipped hags like crows are rocking;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stunted oaks have dwarf-like faces<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gnarled that leer an impish mocking:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Rocks, in which the storm is hooting,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thrust a humpbacked murder over;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bristling heaths, dead thistles shooting,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Raven-haunted gibbets cover:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Each and all are passed, like water<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Under-rolled into a cavern,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till we see the Devil's daughter<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Waiting at the Devil's tavern.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And we stay; I drain the beaker<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In her hand; the draught is fire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">World-remembrances grow weaker,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And my spirit, one desire.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Course it! course it! Darkness passes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like an uprolled banner tattered;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Walled before us mountain masses<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rise like centuries unscattered.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And the storm flies ragged. Slowly<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Comes a moon of copper-color,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the evil night grows holy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mists the wild ride growing duller.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In the round moon's angry scanning,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Demon-swift cross spider arches<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the web-thick bridges spanning<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Chasms of her kingdom's marches.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We have reached her kingdom, olden<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As the sea that sighs its sadness;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rocks and trees and sands are golden,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the air a golden gladness.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Shapely ingots are the flowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the waters, amber brightness;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gold-bright, song-birds in the bowers<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sing with eyes of diamond whiteness.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And she meets me with a chalice<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like the Giamschid ruby burning,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I drain it without malice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To her towers of topaz turning.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Many hundred years forgetting<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All that's earth: within her power<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I possess her: naught regretting<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Since each year is as an hour.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="AT_THE_STILE" id="AT_THE_STILE"></a>AT THE STILE.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Young Harry leapt over the stile and kissed her,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Over the stile the stars a-winking;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He thought it was Mary—'t was Mary's sister—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And love hath a way of thinking.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thy pail, sweetheart, I will take and carry."—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Over the stile the stars hang yellow.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Just to the spring, my sweetheart Harry."—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And love is a heartless fellow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thou saidst me <i>yea</i> when the frost did shower<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Over the stile from stars a-shiver."—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I say thee <i>nay</i> now the cherry-trees flower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And love is taker and giver."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O false! thou art false to me, sweetheart!"—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Over the stile the stars a-glister.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span> +<span class="i0">"To thee, the stars, and myself, sweetheart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I never was aught save Mary's sister.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sweet Mary's sister and thou my Harry,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her Harry and mine, but mine the weeping:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In a month or twain you two will marry—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I in my grave be sleeping."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Alone among the meadows of millet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Over the stile the stars pursuing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some tears in her pail as she stoops to fill it—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And love hath a way of doing.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="THE_ALCALDES_DAUGHTER" id="THE_ALCALDES_DAUGHTER"></a>THE ALCALDE'S DAUGHTER.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The times they had kissed and parted<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That night were over a score;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each time that the cavalier started,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Each time she would swear him o'er,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thou art going to Barcelona!—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To make Naxera thy bride!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seduce the Lady Yöna!—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thy lips have lied! have lied!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I love thee! I love thee, thou knowest!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thou shalt not give away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The love to my life thou owest;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And my heart commands thee stay!—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I say thou hast lied and liest!—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For where is there war in the state?—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou goest, by Heaven the highest!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To choose thee a fairer mate.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span> +<span class="i0">"Wilt thou go to Barcelona<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When thy queen in Toledo is?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To wait on the haughty Yöna,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When thou hast these lips to kiss?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And they stood in the balcony over<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The old Toledo square:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And weeping she took for her lover<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A red rose out of her hair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And they kissed farewell; and higher<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The moon made amber the air:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she drew for the traitor and liar<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A stiletto out of her hair....<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When the night-watch lounged through the quiet<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With the stir of halberds and swords,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not a bravo was there to defy it,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Not a gallant to brave with words.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">One man, at the corner's turning,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Quite dead. And they stoop or stand—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In his heart a dagger burning,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a red rose crushed in his hand.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="AT_THE_CORREGIDORS" id="AT_THE_CORREGIDORS"></a>AT THE CORREGIDOR'S.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To Don Odora says Donna De Vine:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I yield to thy long endeavor!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At my balcony be on the stroke of nine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And, Signor, am thine forever!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This beauty but once had the Don descried<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As she quit the confessional; followed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"What a foot for silk! a face for a bride—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hem—!" the rest Odora swallowed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And with vows as soft as his oaths were sweet<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her heart he barricaded;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pressed this point with a present meet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And that point serenaded.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What else could the enemy do but yield<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To a handsome importuning!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A gallant blade with a lute for shield<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All night at her lattice mooning!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Que es estrella!</i> O lily of girls!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Here's that for thy fierce duenna:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A purse of pistoles and a rosary o' pearls<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gold as yellow as henna.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"She will drop from thy balcony's rail, my sweet!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My seraph! this silken ladder;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then—sweet then!—my soul at thy feet<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No lover of lovers gladder!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And the end of it was!—But I will not say<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How he won to the room of the lady:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ah! to love is life and to live is gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For the rest—a maravedi!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now comes her betrothed from the wars, and he,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A Count of the Court Castilian,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Don Diabolus, sword at knee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And moustaches—uncivilian.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And his is a jealous love; and—for<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He marks that this marriage makes sadder—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He watches, and sees a robber to her,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or gallant, ascend a ladder.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span> +<span class="i0">So he pushes inquiry unto her room,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With his naked sword demanding—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An Alquazil with the face of Doom,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sure of a stout withstanding.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And weapon to weapon they foined and fought;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Diabolus' thrusts were vicious;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Three thrusts to the floor Odora had brought,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A fourth was more malicious,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Through the offered bosom of Donna De Vine—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And this is the Count's condition ...<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was he right, was he wrong? the question is mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To judge—for the Inquisition.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="THE_PORTRAIT" id="THE_PORTRAIT"></a>THE PORTRAIT.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In some quaint Nürnberg <i>maler-atelier</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Uprummaged. When and where was never clear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor yet how he obtained it. When, by whom<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'T was painted—who shall say? itself a gloom<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Resisting inquisition. I opine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is a Dürer. Humph?—that touch, this line<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are not deniable; distinguished grace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the pure oval of the noble face;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The color badly tarnished. Half in light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Extend it, so; incline; the exquisite<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Expression leaps abruptly: piercing scorn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Imperial beauty; icy, each a thorn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of light—disdainful eyes and ... well! no use!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Effaced and but beheld, a sad abuse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of patience. Often, vaguely visible,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The portrait fills each feature, making swell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The soul with hope: avoiding face and hair<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Alive with lively warmth; astonished there<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Occult substantial!" you exult, when, ho!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You hold a blur; an undetermined glow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dislimns a daub.—Restore?—ah, I have tried<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our best restorers, all! it has defied ...<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Storied, mysterious, say, mayhap a ghost<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lives in the canvas; hers, some artist lost,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A duchess', haply. Her he worshipped; dared<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not tell he worshipped; from his window stared<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Nuremburg one sunny morn when she<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Passed paged to court. Her cold nobility<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loved, lived for like a purpose; seized and plied<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A feverish brush—her face! despaired and died.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The narrow Judengasse; gables frown<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Around a skinny usurer's, where brown<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dirty in a corner long it lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heaped in a pile of riff-raff, such as—say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Retables done in tempora and old<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Panels by Wohlgemuth; stiff paintings cold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of martyrs and apostles, names forgot;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Holbeins and Dürers, say, a haloed lot<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Of praying saints, madonnas: such, perchance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mid wine-stained purples mothed; a whole romance<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of crucifixes, rosaries; inlaid<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arms Saracen-elaborate; a strayed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Niello of Byzantium; rich work<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In bronze, of Florence; here a delicate dirk,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There holy patens.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i20">So, my ancestor,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The first De Herancour, esteemed by far<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This piece most precious, most desirable;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Purchased and brought to Paris. It looked well<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the dark panelling above the old<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hearth of his room. The head's religious gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The soft severity of the nun face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made of the room an apostolic place<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Revered and feared.—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i20">Like some lived scene I see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Gothic room; its Flemish tapestry:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Embossed above the aged lintel, shield—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deep Or-enthistled, in an Argent field<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Three Sable mallets—arms De Herancour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Carved with the torso of the crest that bore,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Outstretched, two mallets. Lozenge-paned, embayed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its slender casements; on a lectern laid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A vellum volume of black-lettered text;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Near by a blinking taper—as if vexed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With silken gusts a nervous curtain sends,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Behind which, maybe, daggered Murder bends;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waxed floors of rosy oak, whereon the red<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Torchlight of Medicean wrath is shed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Down knightly corridors; a carven couch<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sword-slashed; dark velvets of the chairs that crouch,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It seems, with fright; clear-clashing near, more near,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The stir of searching steel.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i28">What find they here?—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'T is St. Bartholomew's—a Huguenot<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dead in his chair?—dead! violently shot<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With horror, eyes glued on a portrait there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Coiling his neck one blood line, like a hair<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of finest fire; the portrait, like a fiend,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Looking exalted visitation,—leaned<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span> +<span class="i0">From its black panel; in its eyes a hate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Demonic; hair—a glowing auburn, late<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A dim, enduring golden.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i24">"Just one thread<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the fierce hair around his throat," they said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Twisting a burning ray, he—staring-dead."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="ISMAEL" id="ISMAEL"></a>ISMAEL.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ismael, the Sultan, in the Ramazan,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Girdled with guards and many a yataghan,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pachas and amins, viziers wisdom-gray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And holy marabouts, betook his way<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through Mekinez.—Written the angel's word,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Eden's Kauther, reads, "Slay! praying the Lord!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pray! slaying the victims!" so the Sultan went,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Cruel Sultan, with this good intent,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In white bournouse and sea-green caftan clad<br /></span> +<span class="i0">First to the mosque. Long each muezzin had<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Summoned the faithful unto prayer and let<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The "Allah Akbar!" from each minaret,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Call to their thousand lamps of blazing gold.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prostrated prayed the Sultan. On the old<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mosaics of the mosque—whose hollow steamed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With aloes-incense—lean ecstatics dreamed<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> +<span class="i0">On Allah and his Prophet, and how great<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is God, and how unstable man's estate.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Conviction on him, in this chanting low<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Koran texts, the Caliph's passion so<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Exalted rose,—lamps of religious awe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loud smitings of the everlasting law<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On unbelievers,—trebly manifest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Faith's anointed sword he feels confessed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So from the mosque, whose arabesques above—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The marvellous work of Oriental love—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seen with new splendors of Heaven's blue and gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Applauding all, he, as the gates are rolled<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ogival back to let the many forth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cries war to all the unbelieving North.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Soon have they passed the tight bazaar; along<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Close, crooked streets, too narrow for the throng;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The place of owls and tombs; the merloned wall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Camel and steed and ass. Projecting all<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its towering battlements, his palace gray,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Seraglios and courts, against the day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lifts, vanishes. And now, soul-set on hate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From Mekinez they pass the scolloped gate.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Two dozing beggars, baking each a sore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sprawl in the sun the city gate before;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A leprous cripple and a thief, whose eyes—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Burnt out with burning iron,—as supplies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The law for thieves,—two fly-thick wounds blood-raw,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lifted shrill voices as they heard or saw;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Praised God, and flung into the dust each face<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With words of "victory and Allah's grace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Attend our Caliph, Mouley-Ismael!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Even at the cost of ours his days be well!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And grimly smiling as he grimly passed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"While God most merciful, who is, shall last,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now by Es Sirat!—will a liar's word<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thief's prevail or prosper?—Pray the Lord!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What! at your lives' cost?—my devout intent!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Even as 't is bidden let their necks be bent!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Though words be pious, evil at the soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Naught is the prayer!—So let their prayer be whole.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nay! give them gold; but when the sequins cease<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the slaves' hands, by these my Soudanese<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They die!" he said; and even as he said<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rolled in the dust each writhing, withered head.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And frowning westward, as the day grew late,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Four bleeding heads stared from the city gate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Neath this inscription, for the passer-by,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"There is no virtue but in God the High."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="A_PRE-EXISTENCE" id="A_PRE-EXISTENCE"></a>A PRE-EXISTENCE.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">An intimation of some previous life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or dark dream, in the present dim-divined,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of some uncertain sleep—or lived or dreamed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In some dead life—between a dusk and dawn;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From heathen battles to Toledo's gates,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far off defined, his corselet and camail,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Damascened armet, shattered; in an eve's<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Anger of brass a galloping glitter, one<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rode arrow-wounded. And the city caught<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A cry before him and a wail behind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of walls beleaguered; battles; conquered kings;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Triumphant Taric; broken Spain and slaves.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And I, a Moslem slave, a miser Jew's,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Housed near the Tagus—squalid and alone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Save for his slave, held dear—to beat and starve—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leaner than my lank shadow when the moon,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span> +<span class="i0">A burning beacon, westerns; and my bones<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A visible hunger; famished with the fear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soul-garb of slaves, I bore him—I, who held<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Him soul and self, more hated than his God,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stood silent; fools had laughed; I saw my way.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">War-time crops weapons; and the blade I bought<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was subtly pointed. For, I knew his ways:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The nightly nuptials of his jars of gems<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bags of doublas—oh, I knew his ways.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A shadow, woven in the hangings, hid<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till time said <i>now</i>; gaunt from the hangings stole<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Behind him; humped and stooping so, his heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clove through the faded tunic, murrey-dyed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grinned exultation while the grim, slow blood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drenched black and darkened round the oblong wound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And his old face thinned grayer than morn's moon.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Rubies from Badakhshân in rose lights dripped<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Slim tears of poppy-purple crystal; dull,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Red, ember-pregnant, carbuncles wherein<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Fevered a captive crimson; bugles wan<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of cat-eyed hyacinths; moon-emeralds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With starry greenness stabbed; in limpid stains<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of liquid lilac, Persian amethysts;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fire-opals savage and mesmeric with<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Voluptuous flame, long, sweet, and sensuous as<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soft eyes of Orient women; sapphires beamed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With talismanic violet, from tombs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deev-guarded, of primordial Solimans;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Length-agonized with fire, diamonds of<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Golconda—This, a sandaled dervise bare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seven days, beneath a red Arabian sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seven nights, beneath a round Arabian moon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Under his tongue; an Emeer's ransom, held<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of some wild tribe.... Bleached in the perishing waste<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Bedouin Arab found sand-strangled bones,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A skeleton, vulture-torn, fierce in whose skull<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One blazing eye—the diamond. At Aleppo<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bartered—a bauble for his desert love.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Jacinth and Indian pearl, gem jolting gem,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flashed, rutilating in the irised light,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span> +<span class="i0">A rain of splintered fire; and his head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long-haired, white-sunk among them.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i30">Yet I took<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All—though his eyes burned in them; though, meseemed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each several jewel glared a separate curse....<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Well! dead men work us mischief from the grave.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Richer than all Castile and yet not dare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drink but from cups of Roman murra, spar<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bowl-sprayed with fibrile gold! spar sensitive<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of poison! I, no slave, yet all a slave<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To fear a dead fool's malice!—Still, how else!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feasting within the music of my halls,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While perfumed beauty danced in sinuous robes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Diaphanous, more silken than those famed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of loomed Amorgos or of classic Kos,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Draining the unflawed murrhine, Xeres-brimmed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had I reeled poisoned, dying wolfsbane-slain!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="BEHRAM_AND_EDDETMA" id="BEHRAM_AND_EDDETMA"></a>BEHRAM AND EDDETMA.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Against each prince now she had held her own,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An easy victor for the seven years<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er kings and sons of kings; Eddetma, she<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who, when much sought in marriage, hating men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Espoused their ways to win beyond their worth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through martial exercise and hero deeds:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She, who accomplished in all warlike arts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let cry through every kingdom of the kings:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Eddetma weds with none but him who proves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Himself her master in the push of arms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her suitor's foeman she. And he who fails,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So overcome of woman, woman-scorned,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Disarmed, dishonored, yet shall he depart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Brow-bearing, forehead-stigmatized with fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Behold, a freedman of Eddetma this.'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let cry, and many princes put to shame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pretentious courtiers small in thew and thigh,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Proud-palanquined from principalities<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Irak and of Hind and farther Sind.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though she was queenly as that Empress of<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The proud Amalekites, Tedmureh, and<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More beautiful, yet she had held her own.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To Behram of the Territories, one<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Son of a Persian monarch swaying kings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Came bruit of her and her noised victories,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her maiden beauty and her warrior strength;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Eastward he journeyed from his father's court,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With men and steeds and store of wealth and arms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the rich city where her father reigned,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its seven citadels by Seven Seas.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And messengered the monarch with a gift<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of savage vessels wroughten out of gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of foreign fabrics stiff with gems and gold.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vizier-ambassadored the old king gave<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His answer to the suitor:—"I, my son,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What grace have I above the grace of God?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What power is mine but a material?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What rule have I unto the substanceless?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Me, than the shadow of the Prophet's shade<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Less, God invests with power but of man;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Man! and the right beyond man's right is God's;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His the dominion of the secret soul—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And His her soul! Now hath my daughter sworn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By all her vestal soul, that none shall know<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her but her better in the listed field,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Determining spear and sword.—Grant Fate thy trust;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She hangs her hand upon to-morrow's joust,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A prize to win.—My greeting and farewell."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Informed Eddetma and the lists arose.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Armored and keen with a Chorasmian mace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Davidean hauberk came she. Her the prince,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Harnessed in scaly gold Arabian, met;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So clanged the prologue of the battle. As<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Closer it waxed, Prince Behram, who a while<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Withheld his valor,—in that she he loved<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Opposed him and beset him, woman whom<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He had not scathed for the Chosroës' wealth,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beheld his madness; how he were undone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With shining shame unless he strove withal,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whirled fiery sword and smote; the bassinet<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Rushed from the haughty face that long had scorned<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wide world's vanquished royalty, and so<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rushed on his own defeat. For like unto<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A moon gray clouds have caverned all the eve,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The thunder splits and, virgin triumph, there<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She sails a silver aspect, vanquished so<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was Behram by his blow. A wavering strength<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swerved in its purpose; with no final stroke<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stunned stood he and surrendered; stared and stared,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All his strong life absorbed into her face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All the wild warrior, arrowed by her eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tamed, and obedient to lip and look.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then she on him, as condor on a kite,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Plunged pitiless and beautiful and fierce,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One trophy more to added victories;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haled off his arms, amazement dazing him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seized steed and garb, confusion filling him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And scoffed him forth brow-branded with his shame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Dazzled, six days he sat, a staring trance;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But on the seventh, casting stupor off,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rose, and the straitness of the case that held<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Him as with manacles of knitted fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Considered, and decided on a way....<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Once when Eddetma with a houri band<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of high-born damsels, under eunuch guard,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the walled palace pleasaunce took her ease,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Under a myrrh-bush by a fountain side,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where Afrits' nostrils snorted diamond rain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In scooped cornelian, one, a dim, hoar head,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A patriarch mid gardener underlings,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bent spreading gems and priceless ornaments<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of jewelled amulets of hollow gold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet with imprisoned ambergris and musk;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Symbolic stones in sorcerous carcanets,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gem-talismans in cabalistic gold.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereon the princess marvelled and bade ask,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What did the elder with his riches there?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who, questioned, mumbled in his bushy beard,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"To buy a wife withal"; whereat they laughed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As oafs when wisdom stumbles. Quoth a maid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With orient midnight in her starry eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tropic music on her languid tongue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And what if I should wed with thee, O beard<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Grayer than my great-grandfather's, what then?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"One kiss, no more, and, child, thou wert divorced,"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He; and the humor took them till the birds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That listened in the spice-tree and the plane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sang gayly of the gray-beard and his kiss.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then quoth the princess, "Thou wilt wed with him<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ansada?" mirth in her two eyes' gazelles,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gravity bird-nestled in her speech;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And took Ansada's hand and laid it in<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The old man's staggering hand, and he unbent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thin, wrinkled brows and on his staff arose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weighed with the weight of many heavy years,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And kissed her leaning on his shaking staff,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And heaped her bosom with an Amir's wealth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And left them laughing at his foolish beard.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now on the next day, as she took her ease<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With her glad troop of girlhood,—maidens who<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So many royal tulips seemed,—behold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bowed with white years, upon a flowery sward<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ancient with new jewelry and gems,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherefrom the sun coaxed wizard fires and lit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glimmers in glowing green and pendent pearl,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Ultramarine and beaded, vivid rose;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so they stood to wonder, and one asked<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As yesternoon wherefore the father there<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Displayed his Sheikh locks and the genie gems?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">—"Another marriage and another kiss?—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What! doth the tomb-ripe court his youth again?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O aged, libertine in wish not deed!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O prodigal of wives as well as wealth!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here stands thy damsel"; trilled the Peri-tall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Diarra with the raven in her hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two lemon-flowers blowing in her cheeks,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And took the dotard's jewels with the kiss<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In merry mockery.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i18">Ere the morrow's dawn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bethought Eddetma: "Shall my handmaidens,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Teasing a gray-beard's whim to wrinkled smiles,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For withered kisses still divide his wealth?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While I stand idle, lose the caravan<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose least is notable?—My right and mine—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Betide me what betides."...<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i18">And with the morn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before the man,—for privily she came,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Stood habited as of her tire-maids<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In humble raiment. Now the ancient saw<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And knew her for the princess that she was,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And kindling gladness of the knowledge made<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two sparkling forges of his deep dark eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath the ashes of his priestly brows.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not timidly she came; but coy approach<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Became the maiden of Eddetma's suite;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And humbly answered he, "All my old heart!"—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Responsive to her quavering request—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The daughter of the king did give thee leave?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thou wouldst well?—Then wed with me forth-right.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy hand, thy lips." So he arose and gave<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her of barbaric jewelry and gems,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And seized her hand and from her lips the kiss,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When from his age, behold, the dotage fell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from the man all palsied hoariness;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Victorious-eyed and amorous with youth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A god in ardent capabilities<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Resistless held her; and she, swooning, saw<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gloating the branded brow of Prince Behram.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span> +</div> +<h2><a name="THE_KHALIF_AND_THE_ARAB" id="THE_KHALIF_AND_THE_ARAB"></a>THE KHALIF AND THE ARAB.</h2> + +<h4><i>A Transcript.</i></h4> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Among the tales, wherein it hath been told,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In golden letters in a book of gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Hatim Taï's hospitality,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who, substanceless in death and shadowy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made men his guests upon that mountain top<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereon his tomb grayed from a thistle crop;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A tomb of rock where women hewn of stone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rude figures, spread dishevelled hair; whose moan<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From dark to daybreak made the silence cry;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The camel drivers, being tented nigh,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ghouls or hyenas," shuddering would say<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But only girls of granite find at day:—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And of that city, Sheddad son of Aad<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Built mid the Sebaa sands.—A king who had<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dominion of the world and many kings.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Builded in pride and power out of things<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Unstable of the earth. For he had read<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Paradise, and to his soul had said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Now in this life the like of Paradise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I 'll build me and the Prophet's may despise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Knowing no need of that he promises."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So for this city taxed the lands and seas,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Columned Irem, on a blinding height,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blazed in the desert like a chrysolite;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The manner of its building, it is told,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alternate bricks of silver and of gold:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How Sheddad with his women and his slaves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His thousand viziers, armored troops as waves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of ocean countless, God with awful flame—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shot sheer in thunder on him—God, his shame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Confounded and abolished, ere his eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had glimpsed bright follies of that Paradise;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lay blotted to a wilderness the land<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Accurséd, and the city lost in sand:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Among such tales—who questions of their sooth?—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One is recorded of an Arab youth:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Khalif Hisham ben Abdulmelik<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hunting one day, by some unwonted freak<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Rode parted from his retinue and gave<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chase to an antelope. Without or slave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amir or vizier to a pasture place<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of sheep he came, where dark, in tattered grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Watched one, an Arab youth. And as it came<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The antelope drew off, with mouth of flame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tongue of fire to the youth he turned<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shouting, "Ho! fellow! in what school hast learned!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seest not the buck escapes me? worthless one!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O desert dullard!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i18">Rising in the sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O ignorant," he said, "of that just worth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of those the worthy of our Muslim earth!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In that thou look'st upon me—what thou art!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As one fit for contempt, thou lack'st no part<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of my disdain?—Allah! I would not own<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A dog of thine for friend no other known—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of speech a tyrant, manners of an ass!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And flung him, rags and rage, into the grass.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Provoked, astonished, wrinkled angrily,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hissed Hisham, "Slave! thou know'st me not I see!"<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Calmly the youth, "Aye, verily I know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O mannerless! thy tongue hath told me so,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy tongue commanding ere it spake me <i>peace</i>—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soon art thou known, nor late may knowledge cease."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O dog! I am thy Khalif! by a hair<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy life hangs rav'ling."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i26">"May it dangle there<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till thou art rotted!—Whiles, upon thy head<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Misfortunes shower!—Of his dwelling place,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Allah, be thou forgetful!—What! his grace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hisham ben Merwan, king of many words—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Few generosities!"...<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i18">A flash of swords<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In drifts of dust and lo! the Khalif's troops<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Surrounding ride. As when a merlin stoops<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some stranger quarry, prey that swims the wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heron or eagle; kenning not its kind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There whence 'tis cast until it, towering, feels<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An eagle's tearing talons, falling reels<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In broken circles downward—so the youth,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span> +<span class="i0">An Arab fearless as the face of Truth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of all that made him instant of his death,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waited with eyes indifferent, equal breath.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The palace reached, "Bring in the prisoner<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before the Khalif," and he came as were<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He in no wise concerned: unquestioning went<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chin bowed on breast, and on his feet a bent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dark gaze of scornful freedom unafraid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till at the Khalif's throne his steps were staid;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And unsaluting, standing head held down,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An armed attendant blazed him with a frown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Dog of the Bedouins! thy eyes rot out!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Insulter! must the whole big world needs shout<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Commander of the Faithful,' so thou see?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To him the Arab sneering, "Verily,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Packsaddle of an ass."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i22">The Khalif's rage<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Exceeded now, and, "By my realm and rage!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arab, thy hour is come, thy very last;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy hope is vanished and thy life is past."<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span> +<span class="i0">The shepherd answered, "Aye?—by Allah, then,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O Hisham, if my time be stretched again,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unscissored of what Destiny ordain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Little or great, thy words give little pain."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then the chief Chamberlain, "O vilest one<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of all the Arabs! wilt thou not be done<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bandying thy baseness with the Ruler of<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Faithful?" spat upon his face. A scoff<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fiery made answer:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i16">"There be some have heard<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The nonsense of our God, the text absurd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'One day each soul whatever shall be prompt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To bow before me and to give accompt.'"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then wroth indeed was Hisham; hotly said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He braves us!—headsman, ho! his peevish head!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">See; canst thou medicine its speech anew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doctor its multiplying words to few;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Divorce them well." So, where the Arab stood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bound him; made kneel upon the cloth of blood:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With curving sword the headsman leaned at pause,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And, even as 'tis custom made of laws,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the descendant of the Prophet quoth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O Khalif, shall I strike?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i28">"By Iblis' oath!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strike!" answered Hisham; but again the slave<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Questioned; and yet again the Khalif gave<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His nodded "yea"; and for the third time then<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He asked—and knowing neither men nor Jinn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Might save him if the Khalif spake assent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Signalled the sword, the youth with body bent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Laughed—till the wang-teeth of each jaw appeared,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Laughed—as with scorn the King of kings he 'd beard,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Insulting death. So, with redoubled spleen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Roared Hisham rising, "It is truly seen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That thou art mad who mockest Azrael!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Arab answered: "Listen!—Once befell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Commander of the Faithful, that a hawk,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A hungry hawk, pounced on a sparrow-cock;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And winging nestward with his meal in claw,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To him the sparrow, for the creature saw<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span> +<span class="i0">The hawk's conceit, addressed this slyly, 'Oh,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Most great, most royal, there is not, I know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That in me which will stay thy stomach's stress,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am too paltry for thy mightiness';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With which the hawk was pleased, and flattered so<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In his self-praise, he let the sparrow go."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then smiled the Khalif Hisham; and a sign<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Staying the scimitar, that hung malign<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A threatening crescent, said, "God bless, preserve<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Prophet whom all true believers serve!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now by my kinship to the Prophet, and<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had he at first but spake us thus this hand<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had ne'er been reckless, and instead of hate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He had had all—except the Khalifate."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bade stuff his mouth with jewels and entreat<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Him courteously, then from the palace beat.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class="center"><small>THE END.</small></p> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Days and Dreams, by Madison J. 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