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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Summer of Love - -Author: Joyce Kilmer - -Release Date: June 28, 2020 [EBook #62503] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SUMMER OF LOVE *** - - - - -Produced by Tim Lindell, David E. Brown, and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) - - - - - - - - - -SUMMER OF LOVE - - - - - SUMMER - _of_ LOVE - - BY - - JOYCE KILMER - - [Illustration] - - NEW YORK - - THE BAKER & TAYLOR COMPANY - - 1911 - - - - - COPYRIGHT, 1911, - - BY - - THE BAKER & TAYLOR COMPANY - - - - -In Dedication: - - -TO ALINE - - A vagrant minstrel of the street, - No poet of the laurel crown, - I kneel, dear Princess, at your feet, - And lay my book of verses down. - See all the love that lingers there, - And so, for love’s sake, find it fair. - - - - -Certain of the poems in this volume are reprinted by kind permission -of the editors of the following magazines and newspapers: _The Call_, -_Harpers’ Weekly_, _The Independent_, _Moods_, _The Pathfinder_, the -New York _Sun_ and the _Sunday Magazine_ of the New York _Times_. - -I am glad to acknowledge my debt of gratitude to my mother, Mrs. -Kilburn-Kilmer, for her encouragement and assistance in making this -book. - -For sympathy and valuable advice, I am deeply obliged to many friends, -particularly Mr. and Mrs. Henry Mills Alden and Mr. Robert Cortez -Holliday. - - - - -CONTENTS - - - PAGE - - Summer of Love 1 - - Villanelle of Loveland 2 - - Thurifer 4 - - In a Book-shop 5 - - Eadem 6 - - In Fairyland 7 - - The Sorrows of King Midas 8 - - Slender Your Hands 9 - - Sleep Song 10 - - Love’s Thoroughfare 11 - - White Bird of Love 12 - - Transfiguration 14 - - My Lady 16 - - Gifts of Shee 17 - - Wherever, Whenever 19 - - Ballade of My Lady’s Beauty 20 - - Love’s Rosary 22 - - Tribute 24 - - Matin 25 - - A Valentine 26 - - Star of Love 27 - - For a Birthday 28 - - The Use of Night 31 - - Alchemy 32 - - Wayfarers 33 - - With a Mirror 35 - - Princess Ballade 36 - - Lullaby for a Baby Fairy 38 - - George Meredith 40 - - “And Forbid Them Not” 41 - - A Dead Poet 42 - - The Morning Meditations of Frère Hyacinthus 43 - - Villanelle of the Players 46 - - The Mad Fiddler 47 - - The Grass in Madison Square 49 - - Chevely Crossing 50 - - Said the Rose 53 - - White Marble and Green Grass 56 - - Metamorphosis 57 - - Absinthe 58 - - Theology 60 - - For a Child 61 - - To J. B. Y. 62 - - The King’s Ballad 63 - - Jesus and the Summer Rain 65 - - Ballade of Butterflies 67 - - The Clouded Sun (To A. S.) 69 - - In Memoriam: Florence Nightingale 72 - - Ballad of Three 73 - - Court Musicians 75 - - The Dead Lover 76 - - The Poet’s Epitaph 77 - - The Subway 78 - - The Other Lover 79 - - Age Comes A-wooing 81 - - Prayer to Bragi 84 - - Imitation of Richepin’s Ballade of the Beggars’ King 85 - - Love and the Fowler’s Boy 87 - - The Way of Love 88 - - - - -SUMMER OF LOVE - - - - -SUMMER OF LOVE - - - June lavishes sweet-scented loveliness - And sprinkles sunfilled wine on everything; - The very leaves grow drunk with bliss and sing - And every breeze becomes a soft caress. - All earthly things felicity confess - And fairies dance in many a moonlit ring; - The fleetfoot hours fresh wealth of joyaunce bring; - Life wears her gayest rose-embroidered dress. - - Kind June, why bear these golden gifts to me? - All winter long I hear the throstle’s tune, - All winter long red roses I can see, - Reading the while Love’s ancient magic rune. - In Love’s fair garden-close I wander free, - So take your guerdon elsewhere, lovely June. - - - - -VILLANELLE OF LOVELAND - - - Loveland is fair to see, - Of all kind havens best, - Dwell here, my Sweet, with me. - - Here flowers bloom for thee, - Thy feet are rose-caressed, - Loveland is fair to see. - - The violets shall be - Thy soft and fragrant nest, - Dwell here, my Sweet, with me. - - Thou shalt not lack for glee, - Here life is but a jest; - Loveland is fair to see. - - None shall be glad as we; - Ah, grant me my behest, - Dwell here, my Sweet, with me. - - Now would I ask my fee, - Thy red heart I request; - Loveland is fair to see, - Dwell here, my Sweet, with me. - - - - -THURIFER - - - In a carven censer of burnished words, - Swung on a golden chain of rhythm, - For you I burn my heart. - - - - -IN A BOOK-SHOP - - - All day I serve among the volumes telling - Old tales of love and war and high romance; - Good company, God wot, is in them dwelling, - Brave knights who dared to scorn untoward chance. - - King Arthur--Sidney--Copperfield--the daring - And friendly souls of Meredith’s bright page-- - The Pilgrim on his darksome journey faring, - And Shakespeare’s heroes, great in love and rage. - - Fair ladies, too--here Beatricè smiling, - Through hell leads Dante to the happy stars; - And Heloise, the cruel guards beguiling, - With Abelard makes mock of convent bars. - - Yet when night comes I leave these folks with pleasure - To open Love’s great summer-scented tome, - Within whose pages--precious beyond measure-- - My own White Flower Lady hath her home. - - - - -EADEM - - - Sometimes within the garden of your sweetness - I rest and dream and think of all the years - Before my soul had bloomed to fair completeness, - Those times of shadow-laughter, mixed with tears. - - And in my dreams I see a gentle maiden - Whom I once loved and whom I still love, Sweet, - For she is like a rose with sunlight laden, - And my lips ache to kiss her little feet. - - She is so pure the very sky above her - Is not so fair with all its white and blue, - And so, my love, I cannot help but love her - Although my life and love belong to you. - - - - -IN FAIRYLAND - - - The fairy poet takes a sheet - Of moonbeam, silver white, - His ink is dew from daisies sweet, - His pen a point of light. - - My love, I know is fairer far - Than his, (though she is fair,) - And we should dwell where fairies are - For I could praise her there. - - - - -THE SORROWS OF KING MIDAS - - - King Midas took delight - In golden vessels bright, - And yellow bars of ore he found most fair; - But he had never seen - The dancing, glancing sheen - Of sunlight on your dark and fragrant hair. - - His wealth could buy him wine - Made from the purple vine - And sweet as all the blossom-breathing South; - But he could never slake - His thirst, nor ease the ache - Of his hot lips at your love-pliant mouth. - - - - -SLENDER YOUR HANDS - - - Slender your hands and soft and white - As petals of moon-kissed roses; - Yet the grasp of your fingers slight - My passionate heart encloses. - - Innocent eyes like delicate spheres - That are born when day is dying; - Yet the wisdom of all the years - Is in their lovelight lying. - - - - -SLEEP SONG - - - The Lady World - Is sleeping on her white and cloudy bed. - Like petals furled - Her eyelids close. Beside her dream-filled head - Her lover stands in silver cloak and shoon, - The faithful Moon. - - So Love, my Love, - Sleep on, my Love, my Life, be not afraid. - The Moon above - Shall guard the World, and I my little maid. - Your life, your love, your dreams are mine to keep, - So sleep, so sleep. - - - - -LOVE’S THOROUGHFARE - - - As down the primrose path to Love I trod - The golden flowers kissed my eager feet, - The wayside trees with singing birds were sweet, - The summer air was like the smile of God. - “Turn back!” said one, “escape the avenging rod. - Soon thou the deathless flames of Hell shall meet.” - But I pressed on and thought of no retreat, - Till soon with fire I was clothed and shod. - - But through the burning vales of Hell where flow - The molten streams of bitterest despair, - Made blind by pain I stumbled on, and lo! - I stood at last in Love’s own perfumed air. - So, having reached my journey’s end I know - That God made Hell to be Love’s thoroughfare. - - - - -WHITE BIRD OF LOVE - - - Little white bird of the summer sky, - Silver against the golden sun, - Over the green of the hills you fly, - You and the sweet, wild air are one. - - Glorious sights are in that far place - Reached by your daisy-petal wing, - Rose-colored meteors dive through space, - Stars made of molten music sing. - - Still, though your quivering eager flight - Reaches the groves by Heaven town, - Where all the angels cry out, “Alight! - Stop, little bird, come down, come down!” - - Careless you speed over fields of stars, - Darting through Heaven swift and free; - Nothing your arrowy passage bars - Back to the earth and back to me. - - Here in the orchard of dream-fruit fair - Out of my dreams is built your nest. - Blossoming dreams all the branches bear, - Fit for my silver dream-bird’s rest. - - Here, since they love you, the young stars shine, - Through the white petals come their beams. - Little white love-laden bird of mine, - Let them shine on you through my dreams. - - - - -TRANSFIGURATION - - - If it should be my task, I being God, - From whirling atoms to evolve your mate, - With hands omnipotent I should create - A great-souled hero, with the starlight shod. - The subject worlds should tremble at his nod - And all the angel host upon him wait - Yet he should leave his pomp and splendid state - And kneel to kiss the ground whereon you trod. - - But God, who like a little child is wise, - Made me, a common thing of earthly clay; - Then bade me go and see within your eyes - The flame of love that burns more bright than day, - And as I looked I knew with wild surprise - I was transformed--your heart in my heart lay. - - * * * * * - - When first the golden dawn of love was breaking - In your white soul, I kissed your gentle hand, - And all my heart with strange, sweet pain was aching, - A wild, new joy I could not understand. - - And now, when I your slender fingers taking - Keep them enslaved to my hot lips’ demand, - I feel that same strange thirst that knows no slaking - But then--why should I wish to understand? - - - - -MY LADY - - - The joy of pleasant places - Where Saturn still doth reign - Is in her gentle face’s - Calm ignorance of pain. - The bliss of ages golden - In her slim hand is holden, - By old gods she was molden - Before the world knew stain. - - Her body is an altar - Wherein is Love enshrined. - Before her worldlings falter - And cruel eyes grow kind. - Her breath is breath of roses - From mystic garden-closes, - The troubled it composes - Like nectar-laden wine. - - - - -GIFTS OF SHEE - - - O Shee who weave the moonlight into shimmering white strands, - O powerful and tender-hearted Shee! - While I live at home in plenty or am poor in far-off lands, - I will thank you for the gifts you gave to me. - - For the silver collar that you wrought me by your magic art, - For the scarlet Seal that on my mouth you set, - For the glorious White Flower that you placed upon my heart, - When the sun and moon shall die I’ll thank you yet. - - For around my throat the Silver Collar of soft arms I wear, - On my mouth sweet lips have fixed the Scarlet Seal, - On my heart the perfect Flower white of deathless love I bear, - And these charms, your gifts, ensure my lasting weal. - - O Shee who weave the moonlight into shimmering white strands, - O powerful and tender-hearted Shee! - Though I live at home in plenty or am poor in far-off lands, - I will thank you for the gifts you gave to me. - - - - -WHEREVER, WHENEVER - - - If I had lived down underneath the earth, - And you had dwelt among the pleasant stars, - I should have flown the caverns of my birth, - And you have riven Heaven’s silver bars. - - We owe no gratitude to wanton chance, - For not through him does heart cleave fast to heart. - Not time nor place nor any circumstance, - Could keep our lips, our breasts, our souls, apart. - - - - -BALLADE OF MY LADY’S BEAUTY - - - Squire Adam had two wives, they say, - Two wives had he, for his delight, - He kissed and clypt them all the day - And clypt and kissed them all the night. - Now Eve like ocean foam was white - And Lilith roses dipped in wine, - But though they were a goodly sight - No lady is so fair as mine. - - To Venus some folk tribute pay - And Queen of Beauty she is hight, - And Sainte Marie the world doth sway - In cerule napery bedight. - My wonderment these twain invite, - Their comeliness it is divine, - And yet I say in their despite, - No lady is so fair as mine. - - Dame Helen caused a grievous fray, - For love of her brave men did fight, - The eyes of her made sages fey - And put their hearts in woful plight. - To her no rhymes will I indite, - For her no garlands will I twine, - Though she be made of flowers and light - No lady is so fair as mine. - - L’ENVOI - - Prince Eros, Lord of lovely might - Who on Olympus dost recline, - Do I not tell the truth aright? - No lady is so fair as mine. - - - - -LOVE’S ROSARY - - - Love’s rosary is ours this holiday, - So let us worship Eros, Lord of bliss. - Let me be priest and teach you as we pray - Love’s rosary. - The first fair golden globe denotes a kiss, - Curve your sweet lips the proper churchly way, - And you must lie within my arms at this. - Keep all the rites! It will not do to miss - A single bead in all the long array. - Ah, Sweet, we’ll tell on every day, I wis, - Love’s rosary. - - * * * * * - - “The Princess cried; her tears fell on the ground - Like pearls of moonlight, precious, fair and round.” - But when the Princess whom I worship cries - Then from the clouded heaven of her eyes - Rain of such sweet wild loveliness I sip - My heart says “Stop!” but not my eager lip. - - - - -TRIBUTE - - - Because my Love has lips that taste of glory, - That breathe of love, that are as red as wine, - My days and nights are as a pleasant story - Told in a valley sweet with rose and vine. - - Because my Love has hair that smells of flowers, - That is as soft and cool as forest shade, - Therefore the tale of all my blissful hours - Be writ in gold and at her footstool laid. - - - - -MATIN - - - Soft purple shadows cloud love-weary eyes, - Dawn’s saffron glow is on the tossed white bed; - Now passion’s day, warm fragrant night is fled, - A cold grey shroud on Love’s bright altar lies. - From dusky corners ghostly dreams arise, - The pallid wraiths of kisses newly dead, - They float and blend above her sleeping head, - Her languid red lips quiver as she sighs. - - And so, like Adam when in fear and shame - He saw God’s soldiery in fierce array - And sorrowing from Eden’s threshold came - To bear what pains life on his soul might lay, - I see Dawn standing with a sword of flame, - And from my Eden turn in grief away. - - - - -A VALENTINE - - - My songs should be as lilies fair, - And roses made of crimson light, - To lie amid the fragrant hair - And on the breast of my delight. - - Such glory is for them too high; - I’ll scatter them adown the street, - And when my love is passing by - They will rise up and kiss her feet. - - - - -STAR O’ LOVE - - - The Sun pours gold upon the waking earth - And makes the hills and valleys ring with glee, - Brings fruits and flowers to their joyous birth, - And paints strange colors on the foaming sea. - The Moon, with quivering wand of silver-white, - Calls forth the fairies to their circling dance, - Bids lovers seek their never old delight, - And fills the air with perfume of romance. - Yet, Sun, thy glory passes with the day, - And Moon, the dawn destroys thy loveliness; - But thou, sweet Star o’ Love, wilt shine alway, - Nor night nor day can make thy splendor less. - Fade, lordly Sun, and Moon, forget to shine, - Since thy white wonder, Star o’ Love, is mine! - - - - -FOR A BIRTHDAY - - - April with her violets, - May and June with roses, - Young July with all her flowers, crimson, gold and white, - Each in place her tribute sets, - Each her wreath composes, - Making glad the roadway for the Lady of Delight. - - Birds with many colors gay, - Through the branches flitting, - Sing, to greet my Lady Love, a lusty welcome song. - Even bees make holiday, - Hive and honey quitting, - Tremulous and jubilant they join the eager throng. - - Now the road is flower-paved; - Timid fawns are peering - From their pleasant vantage in the roadside’s leafy green. - All the world in sunlight laved, - Knows the hour is nearing - That shall bring the golden presence of the well-loved Queen. - - Hark! at last the silver trill - Of a lute is sounding-- - Happy August, purple-clad, appears with all her train. - Sudden sweet the branches fill; - Every heart is bounding; - August comes, the kindly nurse of her who is to reign! - - And now, with proud and valiant gait, - An hundred centaurs come. - Pan rides the foremost one in state; - The waiting crowd grows dumb. - Each centaur wears a jewelled thong - And harness bright of sheen; - They draw through surging floods of song - The carriage of the Queen! - - “Hail! Hail! Hail! to the Queen in her moonstone car! - Hail! Hail! Hail! to the Lady whose slaves we are! - We of the meadows, the rocks and the hills, - Dwellers in oceans and rivers and rills, - Beasts of the forests and birds of the air, - Linnet and butterfly, lion and bear, - Daisy and daffodil, spruce-tree and fir, - Yield to our Queen and do homage to her! - Hail! Hail! Hail! we welcome thy royal sway! - Hail! Hail! Hail! O Queen, on this festal day!” - - So all the world kneels down to you, - And all things are your own; - Now let a humble rhymer sue - Before your crystal throne. - Fair Queen, at your rose-petal feet - Bid me to live and die! - Not all your world of lovers, Sweet, - Can love so much as I. - - - - -THE USE OF NIGHT - - - I said: “What is the use of sombre night?” - The Moon replied: “To frame my love-wan face.” - A fairy dame said: “That my fresh-wove lace - May on the grasses catch the Sun’s first light.” - “That we may keep with song our ancient rite,” - Croaked glistening frogs from their dank dwelling place. - “That I may halt,” a man said, “in my race, - And rest my eyes that are grown tired of sight.” - - Your ebon frame, pale Moon, makes you more fair; - Weave, gentle neighbor; frogs, pipe loud your song; - Sad traveller, be dreamless sleep your share. - And I would have night twenty times as long, - And clasp my love in some dark bower where - The Day could never come to do us wrong. - - - - -ALCHEMY - - - I sang two little songs one day, - I sang them for a lady’s pleasure, - I took her praise for wreath of bay, - Her smile for largess beyond measure. - - I sang out in the market square - And most folk could not understand; - One who by chance was passing there - Dropped down some silver in my hand. - - Now since the songs I gave you, Sweet, - Have turned to silver fair and gleaming, - For your pleasaunce as is most meet - The silver turns to song and dreaming. - - - - -WAYFARERS - - - Underneath the orchard trees lies a gypsy sleeping, - Tattered cloak and swarthy face and shaggy moonlit hair, - One brown hand his crazy fiddle in its grasp is keeping, - Through the Land of Dreams he strolls and sings his love songs - there. - - Up above the apple blossoms where the stars are shining, - Free and careless wandering among the clouds he goes, - Singing of his lady-love and for her pleasure twining - Wreaths of Heaven flowers, violet and golden rose. - - In his sleep he stirs, and wakes to find his love beside him, - Pours his load of Dreamland blooms before her silver feet, - Takes her in his arms and as her soft brown tresses hide him - Both together fare to Dreamland up the star-paved street. - - - - -WITH A MIRROR - - - Carved by a swarthy knave - Close by the Adrian wave - Came I to being. - To me a soul he gave, - In gold he did me lave, - To suit your seeing. - - Mine is a pleasant life, - Jove bless his flashing knife, - Who wrought my living. - For me nor care nor strife, - Joys in my days are rife, - Joys of your giving. - - - - -PRINCESS BALLADE - - - Never a horn sounds in Sherwood tonight, - Friar Tuck’s drinking Olympian ale, - Little John’s wandered away from our sight, - Robin Hood’s bow hangs unused on its nail. - Even the moon has grown weary and pale - Sick for the glint of Maid Marian’s hair, - But there is one joy on mountain and dale, - Fairies abound all the time, everywhere! - - Saints have attacked them with sacredest might, - They could not shatter their gossamer mail, - Steam-driven engines can never affright - Fairies who dance in their spark-sprinkled trail. - Still for a warning the sad Banshees wail, - Still are the Leprechauns ready to bear - Purses of gold to their captors for bail; - Fairies abound all the time, everywhere! - - Oberon, king of the realms of delight, - May your domain over us never fail. - Mab, as a rainbow-hued butterfly bright, - Yours is the glory that age cannot stale. - When we are planted down under the shale, - Fairy-folk, drop a few daffodils there, - Comfort our souls in the Stygian vale; - Fairies abound all the time, everywhere. - - L’ENVOI - - White Flower Princess, though sophisters rail, - Let us be glad in faith that we share. - None shall the Good People safely assail; - Fairies abound all the time, everywhere! - - - - -LULLABY FOR A BABY FAIRY - - - Night is over; through the clover globes of crystal shine; - Birds are calling; sunlight falling on the wet green vine. - Little wings must folded lie, little lips be still - While the sun is in the sky, over Fairy Hill. - Sleep, sleep, sleep, - Baby with buttercup hair, - Golden rays - Into the violet creep. - Dream, dream deep; - Dream of the night revels fair. - Daylight stays; - Sleep, little fairy child, sleep. - - Rest in daytime; night is playtime, all good fairies know. - Under sighing grasses lying, off to slumber go - Night will come with stars agleam, lilies in her hand, - Calling you from Hills of Dream back to Fairyland. - Sleep, sleep, sleep, - Baby with buttercup hair; - Golden rays - Into the violet creep. - Dream, dream deep; - Dream of the night-revels fair. - Daylight stays; - Sleep, little fairy child, sleep. - - - - -GEORGE MEREDITH - - - He listened to the mighty lyre of earth, - And learned the lore of soul-compelling song. - He pondered on the rune of right and wrong, - And saw the hearts of men, their woe, their mirth. - In him our vision had a second birth, - For by his words we saw as in some strong - Enchanted lens the conscience of the throng, - The font of ill, the hidden source of worth. - - Shall Death claim him, on deathless knowledge reared? - Shall dreams o’ertake the Master of the dream? - Nay, his perfect love that never feared, - His words send through our grief a radiant gleam: - “With Life and Death I walked and Love appeared - And made them on each side a shadow seem.” - - - - -“AND FORBID THEM NOT” - -(“No Trespassing” signs in a churchyard.) - - - Tall, bleak, austere, the mighty buildings loom; - Hard, bare and dull the grimy city street. - Here by the church is found a little room - Roofed with blue sky and with green turf made sweet. - - Surely the Master of this house would smile - Seeing the children on His grass at play, - Seeing the mothers rest a little while - Out of the turmoil of the busy day. - - Soon will he ask, “Where are the children gone: - They who should share this pleasant, sacred place? - No little feet are treading this soft lawn, - Here shines no glory from a little face.” - - Ye in whose trust this Christian church is left, - Think ye that thus ye serve your Master mild? - None by His will are of this home bereft; - They love Him not who wrong a little child. - - - - -A DEAD POET - - - Fair Death, kind Death, it was a gracious deed - To take that weary vagrant to thy breast. - Love, Song and Wine had he, and but one need-- - Rest. - - - - -THE MORNING MEDITATIONS OF FRERE HYACINTHUS - - - So he is dead and damned and all is well. - So fare all traitors to the church and God! - Cursed and cast out with candle, book and bell, - And thrust to rot beneath unhallowed sod. - - The mouth that sounded once Saint Mary’s name - He smirched and stained with scarlet wine of lust; - Therefore is he become a thing of shame, - Anathema and alien to the just. - - We prayed within the cloister side by side, - He chose the world, wise in his own conceit; - I kept our Blessed Lady for my bride, - To paths of sin he set his wayward feet. - - And she is dead, too. Lies with him, they say? - Aye, lies with him--they are together still-- - That golden girl I saw one summer day - Tending her kine upon the pasture hill. - - God, God, is not my blood like his blood red? - God, God, could I not see that she was fair? - Did I not close my eyes and bow my head, - And purge my soul with fasting and with prayer? - - God, see my flesh with scourgings cut and scarred! - God, see my frame with fasting weak and thin! - God, see my face with tears and sorrow marred! - God, see my soul burnt white and clean of sin! - - Tempted I was like him, but did not yield. - Outcast is he and damned and spit upon. - Elect am I and with thine own sign sealed, - Washed white and pure in blood of Christ thy Son. - - And yet, and yet--Ah, God, that dream last night! - When I had prayed before Thy blessed shrine, - And sought to rest a while before the light - Should call me to new services of Thine. - - Then as I slept it seemed I was with Thee - In Heaven, and I looked down into Hell, - That I the cursed souls in pain might see - And be more glad that I had served Thee well. - - I saw the place with blood-red flames alight, - I saw the damned and heard their shrieks and groans, - And then there burst upon my eyes a sight - That turned to lead the marrow in my bones. - - There in his arms her soft white body lay; - Shielded by him she kissed his mouth and smiled. - Round them the flames kept their unheeded sway. - Even to Hell Love made them reconciled. - - It’s time for Mass. God bless the newborn day! - How very fair it is, and sweet and still-- - Down yonder lane she used to make her way - To tend her kine upon the pasture hill. - - - - -VILLANELLE OF THE PLAYERS - - - Violets fade with the May, - Purple and fragrant they die, - Players live for a day. - - What is their legacy, pray? - Where does their loveliness lie? - Violets fade with the May. - - Actors in motley array - Grace of your memory cry, - Players live for a day. - - Where the sad pine trees sway - Lonely the reft winds sigh, - Violets fade with the May. - - Withered the wreaths of bay, - Wine-cups are cracked and dry, - Players live for a day. - - Clouds of the sunset sky, - None shall their eulogy say, - Violets fade with the May, - Players live for a day. - - - - -THE MAD FIDDLER - - - I sleep beneath a bracken sheet - In sunlight or in rain, - The road dust burns my naked feet, - The sunrays sear my brain; - But children love my fiddle’s sound - And if a lad be straying, - His mother knows he may be found - Where old Mad Larry’s playing. - - O fiddle, let us follow, follow, - Till we see my Eileen’s face, - Through the moonlight like a swallow - Off she flew to some far place. - - O, did you ever love a lass? - I loved a lass one day, - And she would lie upon the grass - And sing while I would play. - She was a cruel, lovely thing, - Nor heart nor soul have I - For Eileen took them that soft spring - When she flew to the sky. - - So fiddle, let us follow, follow, - Till we see my Eileen’s face, - Through the moonlight like a swallow - Off she flew to some far place. - - - - -THE GRASS IN MADISON SQUARE - - - The pleasant turf is dried and marred and seared, - The grass is dead. - No soft green shoot, by rain and sunshine reared, - Lifts up its head. - - I think the grass that made the park so gay - In early spring - Now decks the lawns of Heaven where babies play - And dance and sing. - - And poor old vagabonds who now have left - The dusty street, - Find fields of which they were in life bereft, - Beneath their feet. - - - - -CHEVELY CROSSING - - - Where two roads cross by Chevely town - A man is lying dead. - The rumbling wains of scented hay - Roll over his fair head; - A stake is driven through his heart, - For his own blood he shed. - - * * * * * - - Among the pleasant flower-stars - By God’s own garden gate, - A little maid fresh come from earth - One summer night did wait; - Her poppy mouth dropped down with fear, - With fear her eyes were great. - - The angels saw her sinless face, - The gate was opened wide. - She only shook her dawn-crowned head - And would not come inside. - She was alone, and so afraid-- - She hid her face and cried. - - Her tears dropped down like sun-filled rain - Through stars and starless space, - Until at last in Chevely town - Where in a moonlit place - Her lover knelt upon her grave, - They fell upon his face. - - Said he, “My love, my only love, - My Elena, my Sweet! - Through what wild ways of mystery - Have strayed your little feet? - Alone, alone this lonely night - Where only spirits meet! - - “It is not my bleak desert life - That turns my heart to lead, - Not for my empty arms I mourn, - Nor for my loveless bed; - But that you wander forth alone - On heights I may not tread. - - “If I could stand beside you now - Sin-burdened though I be, - I’d bear you through the trackless ways - From fear and danger free, - Not God himself could daunt the strong - Undying love of me! - - “Though Heaven is a pleasant place - What joy for you is there? - Who tread the jewelled streets alone - Without my heart to share - Each throb of your heart, and my arm - Around you, O my Fair! - - “I hear your sobbing in the wind, - And in the summer rain - I feel your tears. My heart is pierced - With your sad, lonely pain. - My Love! My only Love! I come! - You shall not call in vain!” - - * * * * * - - Where two roads cross by Chevely town - A man is lying dead. - The rumbling wains of scented hay - Roll over his fair head; - A stake is driven through his heart, - For his own blood he shed. - - - - -SAID THE ROSE - - - No flower hath so fair a face as this pale love of mine - When he bends down to kiss my heart, my petals try to twine - About his lips to hold them fast. He is so very fair, - My lover with the pale, sad face and forest-fragrant hair. - - I think it is a pleasant place, this garden where I grow, - With gravel walks and grassy mounds and crosses in a row. - There is no toil nor worry here, nor clatter of the street, - And here each night my lover comes, pale, sad and very sweet. - - He never heeds the violets or lilies tall and white; - I am his love, his only love, his Flower of Delight; - And often when the cold moonbeams are lying all around - My lover kneels the whole night through beside me on the ground. - - How can I miss the sunshine-laden breezes of the south - When all my heart is burning with the kisses of his mouth? - How can I miss the coming of the comfort-bringing rain - When his hot tears are filling me with heaven-sweet love-pain? - - There is a jealous little bird that envies me my love, - He sings this bitter, bitter song from his brown nest above: - “Was ever yet a mortal man who wed a flower wife? - He loves the girl down in your roots whose dead breast gives you - life.” - - O little bird, O jealous bird, fly off and cease your chatter! - My lover is my lover, and what can a dead girl matter? - In his hot kisses and sweet tears I shall my petals steep; - I am his love, his only love, I have his heart to keep. - - - - -WHITE MARBLE AND GREEN GRASS - - - Starlight, sunlight, silver light and gold, - All are dark for Love’s great flame is cold. - Rose wind, garden wind and morning’s breath, - Are ye stronger than the scent of death? - - - - -METAMORPHOSIS - - - He was an evil thing to see-- - Of joy his mouth was desolate, - His body was a stunted tree, - His eyes were pools of lust and hate. - - Now silverly the linnet sings - On leaves that from his temples start - And gay the yellow crocus springs - From the rich clod that was his heart. - - - - -ABSINTHE - - - I have prayed to the Christ of the merciful eyes, - I have prayed to the Lord of Hosts, - I have prayed, but in vain, for God to rise - And scatter these murderous ghosts, - These horrible, beckoning ghosts that sign - And beckon me where? ah, where? - O little green god in your crystal shrine, - You only will heed my prayer! - - The breath of your mouth is a powerful wind - That whirls sorrow-shadows away; - The light of your eyes burns the bonds that bind, - I escape from the earth’s fell sway. - The pallid figures in threatening line, - They falter and tremble and flee. - O little green god in your crystal shrine, - Shed some of your glory on me! - - I have given you service, sincere and prolonged, - I have given you love--ah, you know! - Though I pray in a fane by your worshippers thronged, - There is no one who worships you so. - My hand and my heart and my brain, ah, divine - Lord, master of living, I give, - O little green god in your crystal shrine, - Take these--and then bid me to live! - - By a green marble house in a garden of green, - Green roses bloom ’neath a green sun, - Where the maidens have eyes of an emerald sheen, - And the strife and the labor are done, - O there let me dwell, where the ravenous whine - Of the earth ghosts is soundless and dead. - O little green god in your crystal shrine, - Your heavenly dream-shower shed! - - - - -THEOLOGY - - - The blade is sharp, the reaper stout, - And every daisy dies. - Their souls are fluttering about-- - We call them butterflies. - - - - -FOR A CHILD - - - His mind has neither need nor power to know - The foolish things that men call right and wrong. - For him the streams of pleasant love-wind flow, - For him the mystic, sleep-compelling song. - Through love he rules his love-made universe, - And sees with eyes by ignorance made keen - The fauns and elves whom older eyes disperse, - Great Pan and all the fairies with their queen. - King gods, I pray, bestow on him this dole, - Not wisdom, wealth, nor mighty deeds to do, - But let him keep his happy pagan soul, - The poet-vision, simple, free and true, - To hunt the rainbow-gold and phantom lights, - And meet with dryads on the wooded heights. - - - - -TO J. B. Y. - - - Bitter and selfish sorrow, poverty, strife and ruth, - Fear of the dreadful morrow,--these took away our youth. - Ængus is bending o’er us--we are too old to see, - Too old to hear before us moon-drenchèd songs of Shee. - - Dreamer of dreams and lover, young as are love and dreams, - Show us the Shee that hover over the silver streams, - Give us the song and story, make us to live anew, - Bathed in your youthful glory let us be young like you. - - - - -THE KING’S BALLAD - - - Good my king, in your garden close, - (Hark to the thrush’s trilling,) - Why so sad when the maiden rose - Love at your feet is spilling? - Golden the air and honey-sweet, - Sapphire the sky, it is not meet - Sorrowful faces should flowers greet, - (Hark to the thrush’s trilling.) - - All alone walks the king to-day, - (Hark to the thrush’s trilling,) - Far from the throne he steals away - Loneness and quiet willing. - Roses and tulips and lilies fair - Smile for his pleasure everywhere, - Yet of their joyaunce he takes no share, - (Hark to the thrush’s trilling.) - - Ladies wait in the palace, Sire, - (Hark to the thrush’s trilling,) - Red and white for the king’s desire - Lovewarm and sweet and thrilling, - Breasts of moonshine and hair of night, - Glances amorous soft and bright, - Nothing is lacking for thy delight, - (Hark to the thrush’s trilling.) - - Kneels the king in a grassy place, - (Hark to the thrush’s trilling,) - Little flowers under his face - With his warm tears are filling: - Says the king, “Here my heart lies dead - Where my fair love is buried, - Would I were lying here instead!” - (Hark to the thrush’s trilling.) - - - - -JESUS AND THE SUMMER RAIN - - - Over the hills and across the plain, - Treading their gypsy way, - Ragged and penniless, vagrants twain - Went with a child one day. - - Sunburnt and barefooted was the man, - Poor was the woman’s dress, - Over the baby the sunbeams ran, - Winds gave him soft caress. - - “Brother o’ mine,” said the summer rain, - “Brother o’ mine,” said he, - “Take you the vagabond’s joy and pain, - Vagabond shall you be. - - “Banned by the rich and the folk of power, - Outcasts shall love you well; - Harlots and thieves in your dying hour - Closest to you shall dwell. - - “Never a home nor abiding place - Where you may rest your load; - Ever the starlight on your face, - Ever the open road. - - “Brother o’ mine,” said the summer rain, - “Brother o’ mine,” said he, - “Take you the vagabond’s joy and pain, - Vagabond shall you be.” - - - - -THE BALLADE OF BUTTERFLIES - - - Because we never build a nest - And no one of us ever sings, - We are the butt of every jest - That strutting loud-mouthed robin flings. - Unless the field with laughter rings - And we are meek in our replies - His claws and beak to bear he brings; - Have pity on all butterflies! - - Since we are of no home possest, - And have no joy in courts and kings, - And love on working-days to rest, - The name of “Idlers” to us clings. - On all our gypsy travellings - They follow us with jeering cries. - From every rose a spider springs; - Have pity on all butterflies! - - A little thing is our request-- - Some peace from nets of sticks and strings, - An hour to feel the sunlight’s zest, - To ’scape the deadly bee that stings. - From hostile fortune’s bolts and slings - Give us release ere Summer dies-- - We dread the Winter’s threatenings; - Have pity on all butterflies! - - L’ENVOI - - Great Pan, kind lord of living things, - Look on us now with friendly eyes. - We pray to you on trembling wings, - Have pity on all butterflies! - - - - -THE CLOUDED SUN - -(To A. S.) - - - It is not good for poets to grow old - For they serve Death that loves and Love that kills; - And Love and Death, enthroned above the hills, - Call back their faithful servants to the fold - Before Age makes them passionless and cold. - - Therefore it is that no more sorry thing - Can shut the sunlight from the thirsty grass - Than some grey head through which no longer pass - Wild dreams more lively than the scent of Spring - To fire the blood and make the glad mouth sing. - - Far happier he, who, young and full of pride - And radiant with the glory of the sun, - Leaves earth before his singing time is done. - All wounds of Time the graveyard flowers hide, - His beauty lives, as fresh as when he died. - - Then through the words wherein his spirit dwells - The world may see his young impetuous face - Unmarred by Time, with undiminished grace; - While memory no piteous story tells - Of barren days, stale loves and broken spells. - - * * * * * - - Brother and Master, we are wed with woe. - Yea, Grief’s funereal cloud it is that hovers - About the head of us thy mournful lovers. - Uncomforted and sick with pain we go, - Dust on our brows and at our hearts the snow. - - The London lights flare on the chattering street, - Young men and maidens love and dance and die; - Wine flows, and perfumes float up to the sky. - Once thou couldst feel that this was very sweet, - Now thou art still--mouth, hands and weary feet. - - O subtle mouth, whereon the Sphinx has placed - The smile of those she kisses at their birth, - Sing once again, for Spring has thrilled the earth. - Nay, thou art dumb. Not even April’s taste - Is sweet to thee in thy live coffin cased. - - There is no harsher tragedy than this-- - That thou, who feltest as no man before - Scent, color, taste and sound and didst outpour - For us rich draughts of thine enchanted bliss - Shouldst be plunged down this cruel black abyss. - - Brother and Master, if our love could free - Thy flameborn spirit from its leaden chain - Thou shouldst rise up from this sad house of pain, - Be young and fair as thou wast wont to be, - And strong with joy as is the boundless sea. - - Brother and Master, at thy feet we lay - These roses, red as lips that thou hast sung. - And cypress wreaths above thy head are hung - To mingle with the green and fragrant bay. - We kneel awhile, then turn in tears away. - - - - -IN MEMORIAM: FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE - - - She whom we love, our Lady of Compassion, - Can never die, for Love forbids her death. - Love has bent down in his old kindly fashion, - And breathed upon her his immortal breath. - - On wounded soldiers, in their anguish lying, - Her gentle spirit shall descend like rain. - Where the white flag with the red cross is flying, - There shall she dwell, the vanquisher of pain. - - - - -BALLAD OF THREE - - - Upon the river’s brink she stands - And tastes the dawn’s white breath. - She wrings her slender, silver hands, - “God’s curse on love,” she saith. - “Love binds me with his cruel bands - That break not save with death.” - - “Now Geoffrey is a huntsman bold - And slays the mountain deer, - And Hugh plows up the fragrant mold - And plucks the ripened ear. - In friendship would these twain grow old - Did I not dwell anear. - - “Hugh brings me grapes with sunlight sweet, - Like globes of amethyst, - While Geoffrey’s fawn with snowflake feet - Is corded to my wrist. - They mutter curses when they meet, - Their sight dims with red mist. - - “And it is love hath done this thing; - Yea, Geoffrey loves my hair, - And Hugh lifts up his voice to sing - That my sad face is fair, - And love strews poison in the spring - And fouls the pleasant air. - - “But not for my poor loveliness - Shall blood of brothers flow. - What is one woman, more or less? - And what is love but woe! - I want no murderer’s caress, - So for love’s sake--I go.” - - Lads, sheathe your knives, no use to fight. - The lady you would wed - Shall sleep alone in state tonight - With candles at her head. - Lift, friends, this figure still and white - And bear her to her bed. - - - - -COURT MUSICIANS - - - As when in summer-scented days gone by - The court-musicians, dressed in velvets gay - And golden silks, would on their gitterns play - And blend their voices with the strings’ love-cry, - So that the princess from her tower on high - Might through the rose-framed window hear their lay, - And make more splendid the resplendent day - By leaning out, her choristers to spy; - - So now, with weary voice and violin, - Two court-musicians rend the dusty air. - Their shrill notes pierce the elevated’s din, - And thrill a girl’s heart with a pleasure rare. - For her has sweeter music never been; - They never saw a princess half so fair. - - - - -THE DEAD LOVER - - - I tire of lovely faces free from pain - And free from sin; - Here none with lips wet with the crimson stain - May enter in. - One thing I lack, and lacking it, am dead-- - A woman’s heart. - “She cannot enter here,” an angel said; - I will depart. - - I have one prayer that I will make to God, - That I may stay - Where lies my body underneath the sod. - Then night and day - I shall be where my dear false love may pass; - It will be sweet - To hear above my head, upon the grass, - Her little feet. - - - - -THE POET’S EPITAPH - - - Dreams fade with morning light, - Never a morn for thee, - Dreamer of dreams, good-night. - - Over our earthly sight - Shadows of woe must be; - Dreams fade with morning light. - - Soldiers awake to fight-- - Thou art from strife set free, - Dreamer of dreams, good-night. - - Day breaketh, cruel, white, - Lovely the forms that flee; - Dreams fade with morning light. - - Thine is the sure delight, - Sleep-visions still to see, - Dreamer of dreams, good-night. - - Pity us from thy height, - Dawn-haunted slaves are we; - Dreams fade with morning light, - Dreamer of dreams, good-night. - - - - -THE SUBWAY - - - Tired clerks, pale girls, street cleaners, business men, - Boys, priests and harlots, drunkards, students, thieves, - Each one the pleasant outer sunshine leaves; - They mingle in this stifling, loud-wheeled pen. - The gate clangs to--we stir--we sway--and then - We thunder through the dark. The long train weaves - Its gloomy way. At last above the eaves - We see awhile God’s day, then night again. - - Hurled through the dark--day at Manhattan Street, - The rest all night. That is my life, it seems. - Through sunless ways go my reluctant feet. - The sunlight comes in transitory gleams. - And yet the darkness makes the light more sweet, - The perfect light about me--in my dreams. - - - - -THE OTHER LOVER - - - I’m home from off the stormy sea, - And down the street - The folk come out to welcome me - On eager feet. - O neighbors, God be with you all, - But for my true love I must call; - She lingers in her father’s hall - So shy, so sweet! - - Here is a string of milky pearls - For her to wear, - An amber comb to match the curls - Of her bright hair. - O neighbors, do not crowd me so! - Stand by! stand by! for I must go - To put on my love’s hand of snow - This gold ring fair. - - Good dame, why do you block the way - And shake your head? - Must all the things you have to say - Just now be said? - O neighbors, let me pass--but why-- - My God, what makes you women cry? - Come tell me that I too may die! - Is my love dead? - - “Nay, Marjorie’s a living thing, - And fair and strong. - Yet did you wait to give your ring - A year too long. - To seek her love there came the Moon; - Now Marjorie at night and noon - Is chained and sits alone to croon - The Moon’s love-song.” - - - - -AGE COMES A-WOOING - - - With shameless and incessant lust - Thy tremulous hot hands are thrust - Upon my body’s loveliness. - O loathsome Age, thy foul caress - Puts on my heart a deadly blight, - Withers my hair to leprous white, - Binds fetters on my eager feet - That once on Springtime’s road were fleet - To bear me to Love’s shining goal. - Now bitter tides of sorrow roll - To drown me in a sea of woe - And God looks on, and wills it so! - - Give over thy pursuing, Age! - Fearest thou not my lover’s rage? - For he is young and strong of limb, - Thou canst not stand a bout with him. - Ah, surely he will laugh to see - So wan a suitor wooing me. - Then with wild scorn his heart will swell - And he will fling thee back to hell. - - O Love, that stronger art than Death, - Enfold me from the burning breath - Of Age that has grown amorous, - That sears and blasts me. Even thus, - Men say, his passionate embrace - Spoils maids and flowers of their grace, - And every woman’s fate is cast - To be his paramour at last. - And so all lovely things are made - Shameful, and in the ashes laid, - To die alone, uncared for. Such - Is the pollution of his touch. - - Stars that have shone since Time began, - Rivers that saw the birth of man, - And mountains that are fair and green, - And were, when Helen was a queen, - White dreams that never can grow old, - Stories of love and glory told - By Homer once, and ballads sung - Eons ago--ye still are young. - Tell me the secret of your youth. - Can any weeping fill with ruth - Age, that is harsh and pitiless? - - Nay, they are blind to my distress. - They have not feared the grasping hand - Of Age, and cannot understand. - Love saw my whitened hair and laughed - And bid me drain my bitter draught. - While in my lover’s startled eyes - A lurking terror strangely lies. - There is no place in which to hide - When Age comes seeking for his bride. - - - - -PRAYER TO BRAGI - - - The world-rocking roar of the thunder, the red lightning’s - death-dealing flash, - The wind that rends mountains asunder, the tempest’s sharp, - blood-bringing lash, - Beneficent silvery rivers that stream from the dream-laden - moon, - And crimsoning fire that delivers bound life at the sun’s - freeing noon; - These swell like a marvellous ocean, all throbbing and leaping - and strong, - O Bragi, in thy magic potion of pain and of sweetness and song! - - The life-blood of Kvasir was taken, sharp heart-seeking knives - made him bleed, - But still shall his spirit awaken in singers who drink of thy - mead. - The honey from forests of flowers, poured out as the milk from the - kine, - It flows through the undying hours from lips that are wet with thy - wine. - O Bragi, dear master of singing, song-thirsty I beg for thy - dole! - To thy knees, a suppliant clinging, I pray for a draught from thy - bowl. - - - - -IMITATION OF RICHEPIN’S BALLADE OF THE BEGGARS’ KING - - - Hey, come to me, you slipshod race, - Picklocks and squealing bagpipe crew, - Come, strumpet, knave and monkey-face, - Come loafers, I’m the lad for you! - Come ragged cloak and tattered shoe, - Your wild, hot liberty I sing, - For I am of your nation, too, - The poet is the beggars’ king. - - You playthings of the copper’s mace, - You toys of wind and rain and dew, - You whom the yelping watchdogs chase, - Whom blows and noisome ills pursue, - Whose paltry rags the wind strikes through - As through some rotten paper thing, - To whom nor want nor woe is new, - The poet is the beggars’ king. - - You hoboes, whom the sun’s embrace - Has burned to darkly golden hue, - You trollops, full of love and grace, - Whom half a hundred lovers woo, - You little crawling babies who - Just wear your hides for costuming, - Old toothless men with noses blue, - The poet is the beggars’ king. - - L’ENVOI - - My subjects all and vassals true, - Come, give me royal welcoming, - May booze be plenty, bulls be few, - The poet is the beggars’ king. - - - - -LOVE AND THE FOWLER’S BOY - -(Bion IV, 14.) - - - Lo, the fowler’s little lad, - Through the woodland straying, - Sight of winged Love hath had - In the branches playing. - - “Ah,” he cries, “a bonnie prey!” - Sets his bow to wing him. - Cupid blows the dart away - That to earth would bring him. - - Now the boy in angry woe - Casts away his quiver - To his master straight doth go - And the tale deliver. - - Saith the sage, “Nay, not for thee - Such a bird to harry. - From the haunted forest flee - Where such creatures tarry. - - “Though it now escape thy dart - Let not tears be flowing, - It will light upon thy heart - Ere thy beard be growing.” - - - - -THE WAY OF LOVE - -(An Old Legend.) - - - When darkness hovers over earth - And day gives place to night, - Then lovers see the Milky Way - Gleam mystically bright, - And calling it the Way of Love - They hail it with delight. - - She was a lady wondrous fair - A right brave lover he, - And sooth they suffered grievous pain - And sorrowed mightily, - For they were parted during life - By leagues of land and sea. - - She died. Then Death came to the man. - He met him joyfully, - And said, “Thou Angel Death, well met! - Quick, do thy will with me, - That I may haste to greet my love - In Heaven’s company.” - - Now on one side of Heaven he dwelt - And on the other, she. - And broad between them stretched sheer space - Whereon no way might be, - The empty, yawning, awful depth, - Unplumbed infinity. - - The deathless spheric melody - Came gently to his ear, - And dulcet notes, the harmonies - Of Seraphs chanting near. - He heeded not for listening - His lady’s voice to hear. - - The Saints and Martyrs round him ranged - A goodly company, - The Virgin, robed in radiance, - The Holy Trinity. - He heeded not, but strained his eyes - His lady’s face to see. - - At last from far across the void - Her voice came, faint and sweet. - The bright-hued walls of Paradise - Did the glad sound repeat; - The distant stars on which she stood - Shone bright beneath her feet. - - “Dear Love,” she said, “Oh, come to me! - I cannot see your face. - O will not Lord Christ grant to us - To cross this sea of space?” - Then thrilled his heart with Love’s own might. - He answered, by Love’s grace. - - “The world is wide, and Heaven is wide, - From me to thee is far, - Alas! across Infinity - No passageways there are. - Sweetheart, I’ll make my way to thee, - I’ll build it, star by star!” - - Through all the curving vault of sky - His lusty blows rang out. - He smote the jewel-studded walls - And with a mighty shout - He tore the gleaming masonry - And posts that stood about. - - He strove to build a massive bridge - That should the chasm span. - With heart upheld by hope and love - His great task he began, - And toiled and labored doughtily - To work his God-like plan. - - He took the heavy beams of gold - That round him he did see; - The beryl, jacinth, sardius, - That shone so brilliantly, - And no fair jewel would he spare - So zealously worked he. - - He stole the gorgeous tinted stuffs - Whereof are sunsets made, - And his rude, grasping, eager hands - On little stars he laid; - To rob God’s sacred treasure-house - He was no whit afraid. - - And so for centuries he worked. - Across the void at last - A bridge of precious mold did stand - Completed, strong and fast. - So now the faithful lovers met - And all their woe was past. - - But soon a shining angel guard - Sped to the throne of gold - And said, “Lord, see yon new-made bridge, - A mortal, overbold, - Has built it, scorning thy desire!” - Straightway the tale he told. - - Then said: “Now, Master, Thou mayst see - The thing that has been wrought. - Speak, then, the word, stretch forth Thine hand - That with the speed of thought - This poor presumptuous work may fall - And crumble into naught.” - - God looked upon the angel then - And on the bridge below. - Then with His smile of majesty - He said: “Let all things know, - This bridge, which has by Love been built, - I will not overthrow.” - - When darkness hovers over earth - And day gives place to night, - Then lovers see the Milky Way - Gleam mystically bright, - And calling it the Way of Love, - They hail it with delight. - - - - -TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE: - - -Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_. - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Summer of Love, by Joyce Kilmer - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SUMMER OF LOVE *** - -***** This file should be named 62503-0.txt or 62503-0.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/6/2/5/0/62503/ - -Produced by Tim Lindell, David E. 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Brown, and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/cover.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - -<h1>SUMMER OF LOVE</h1> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_title.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<div class="titlepage"> - -<p><span class="xlarge">SUMMER<br /> -<i>of</i> LOVE</span></p> - -<p>BY<br /> - -<span class="large">JOYCE KILMER</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_titlelogo.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<p>NEW YORK<br /> - -THE BAKER & TAYLOR COMPANY<br /> - -1911</p> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p class="center"> -<span class="smcap">Copyright</span>, 1911,<br /> -<br /> -BY<br /> -<br /> -THE BAKER & TAYLOR COMPANY</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="antiqua">In Dedication:</span></h2></div> - - -<p class="center">TO ALINE</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">A vagrant minstrel of the street,</div> -<div class="indent">No poet of the laurel crown,</div> -<div class="verse">I kneel, dear Princess, at your feet,</div> -<div class="indent">And lay my book of verses down.</div> -<div class="verse">See all the love that lingers there,</div> -<div class="verse">And so, for love’s sake, find it fair.</div> -</div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"> - -<blockquote> -<p>Certain of the poems in this volume are reprinted by kind -permission of the editors of the following magazines and -newspapers: <i>The Call</i>, <i>Harpers’ Weekly</i>, <i>The Independent</i>, -<i>Moods</i>, <i>The Pathfinder</i>, the New York <i>Sun</i> and the <i>Sunday -Magazine</i> of the New York <i>Times</i>.</p> - -<p>I am glad to acknowledge my debt of gratitude to my -mother, Mrs. Kilburn-Kilmer, for her encouragement and -assistance in making this book.</p> - -<p>For sympathy and valuable advice, I am deeply obliged -to many friends, particularly Mr. and Mrs. Henry Mills -Alden and Mr. Robert Cortez Holliday.</p></blockquote></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> - -<h2 class="nobreak">CONTENTS</h2></div> - - - -<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2" summary="table"> - -<tr><td> </td><td class="tdr"><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Summer of Love</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1"> 1</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Villanelle of Loveland</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_2"> 2</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Thurifer</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_4"> 4</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>In a Book-shop</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_5"> 5</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Eadem</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_6"> 6</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>In Fairyland</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_7"> 7</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>The Sorrows of King Midas</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_8"> 8</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Slender Your Hands</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_9"> 9</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Sleep Song</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_10"> 10</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Love’s Thoroughfare</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_11"> 11</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>White Bird of Love</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_12"> 12</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Transfiguration</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_14"> 14</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>My Lady</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16"> 16</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Gifts of Shee</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_17"> 17</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Wherever, Whenever</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_19"> 19</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Ballade of My Lady’s Beauty</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_20"> 20</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Love’s Rosary</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_22"> 22</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Tribute</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_24"> 24</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Matin</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_25"> 25</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>A Valentine</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26"> 26</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Star of Love</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27"> 27</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>For a Birthday</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28"> 28</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>The Use of Night</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31"> 31</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Alchemy</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32"> 32</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Wayfarers</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33"> 33</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>With a Mirror</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_35"> 35</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Princess Ballade</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36"> 36</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Lullaby for a Baby Fairy</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38"> 38</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>George Meredith</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40"> 40</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>“And Forbid Them Not”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41"> 41</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>A Dead Poet</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42"> 42</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>The Morning Meditations of Frre Hyacinthus</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_43"> 43</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Villanelle of the Players</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46"> 46</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>The Mad Fiddler</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47"> 47</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>The Grass in Madison Square</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_49"> 49</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Chevely Crossing</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_50"> 50</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Said the Rose</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53"> 53</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>White Marble and Green Grass</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_56"> 56</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Metamorphosis</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_57"> 57</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Absinthe</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_58"> 58</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Theology</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_60"> 60</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>For a Child</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_61"> 61</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>To J. B. Y.</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_62"> 62</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>The King’s Ballad</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_63"> 63</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Jesus and the Summer Rain</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_65"> 65</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Ballade of Butterflies</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_67"> 67</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>The Clouded Sun (To A. S.)</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_69"> 69</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>In Memoriam: Florence Nightingale</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_72"> 72</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Ballad of Three</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_73"> 73</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Court Musicians</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_75"> 75</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>The Dead Lover</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_76"> 76</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>The Poet’s Epitaph</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_77"> 77</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>The Subway</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_78"> 78</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>The Other Lover</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_79"> 79</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Age Comes A-wooing</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_81"> 81</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Prayer to Bragi</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_84"> 84</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Imitation of Richepin’s Ballade of the Beggars’ King</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_85"> 85</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Love and the Fowler’s Boy</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_87"> 87</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>The Way of Love</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_88"> 88</a></td></tr> -</table> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="chapter"> - -<p class="ph1">SUMMER OF LOVE</p></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">SUMMER OF LOVE</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">June lavishes sweet-scented loveliness</div> -<div class="indent">And sprinkles sunfilled wine on everything;</div> -<div class="indent">The very leaves grow drunk with bliss and sing</div> -<div class="verse">And every breeze becomes a soft caress.</div> -<div class="verse">All earthly things felicity confess</div> -<div class="indent">And fairies dance in many a moonlit ring;</div> -<div class="indent">The fleetfoot hours fresh wealth of joyaunce bring;</div> -<div class="verse">Life wears her gayest rose-embroidered dress.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Kind June, why bear these golden gifts to me?</div> -<div class="indent">All winter long I hear the throstle’s tune,</div> -<div class="verse">All winter long red roses I can see,</div> -<div class="indent">Reading the while Love’s ancient magic rune.</div> -<div class="verse">In Love’s fair garden-close I wander free,</div> -<div class="indent">So take your guerdon elsewhere, lovely June.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">VILLANELLE OF LOVELAND</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Loveland is fair to see,</div> -<div class="indent">Of all kind havens best,</div> -<div class="verse">Dwell here, my Sweet, with me.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here flowers bloom for thee,</div> -<div class="indent">Thy feet are rose-caressed,</div> -<div class="verse">Loveland is fair to see.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The violets shall be</div> -<div class="indent">Thy soft and fragrant nest,</div> -<div class="verse">Dwell here, my Sweet, with me.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thou shalt not lack for glee,</div> -<div class="indent">Here life is but a jest;</div> -<div class="verse">Loveland is fair to see.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">None shall be glad as we;</div> -<div class="indent">Ah, grant me my behest,</div> -<div class="verse">Dwell here, my Sweet, with me.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Now would I ask my fee,</div> -<div class="indent">Thy red heart I request;</div> -<div class="verse">Loveland is fair to see,</div> -<div class="verse">Dwell here, my Sweet, with me.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">THURIFER</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">In a carven censer of burnished words,</div> -<div class="verse">Swung on a golden chain of rhythm,</div> -<div class="verse">For you I burn my heart.</div> -</div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">IN A BOOK-SHOP</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All day I serve among the volumes telling</div> -<div class="indent">Old tales of love and war and high romance;</div> -<div class="verse">Good company, God wot, is in them dwelling,</div> -<div class="indent">Brave knights who dared to scorn untoward chance.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">King Arthur—Sidney—Copperfield—the daring</div> -<div class="indent">And friendly souls of Meredith’s bright page—</div> -<div class="verse">The Pilgrim on his darksome journey faring,</div> -<div class="indent">And Shakespeare’s heroes, great in love and rage.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fair ladies, too—here Beatric smiling,</div> -<div class="indent">Through hell leads Dante to the happy stars;</div> -<div class="verse">And Heloise, the cruel guards beguiling,</div> -<div class="indent">With Abelard makes mock of convent bars.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet when night comes I leave these folks with pleasure</div> -<div class="indent">To open Love’s great summer-scented tome,</div> -<div class="verse">Within whose pages—precious beyond measure—</div> -<div class="indent">My own White Flower Lady hath her home.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">EADEM</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sometimes within the garden of your sweetness</div> -<div class="indent">I rest and dream and think of all the years</div> -<div class="verse">Before my soul had bloomed to fair completeness,</div> -<div class="indent">Those times of shadow-laughter, mixed with tears.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And in my dreams I see a gentle maiden</div> -<div class="indent">Whom I once loved and whom I still love, Sweet,</div> -<div class="verse">For she is like a rose with sunlight laden,</div> -<div class="indent">And my lips ache to kiss her little feet.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She is so pure the very sky above her</div> -<div class="indent">Is not so fair with all its white and blue,</div> -<div class="verse">And so, my love, I cannot help but love her</div> -<div class="indent">Although my life and love belong to you.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">IN FAIRYLAND</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The fairy poet takes a sheet</div> -<div class="indent">Of moonbeam, silver white,</div> -<div class="verse">His ink is dew from daisies sweet,</div> -<div class="indent">His pen a point of light.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My love, I know is fairer far</div> -<div class="indent">Than his, (though she is fair,)</div> -<div class="verse">And we should dwell where fairies are</div> -<div class="indent">For I could praise her there.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE SORROWS OF KING MIDAS</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> - -<div class="indent2">King Midas took delight</div> -<div class="indent2">In golden vessels bright,</div> -<div class="verse">And yellow bars of ore he found most fair;</div> -<div class="indent2">But he had never seen</div> -<div class="indent2">The dancing, glancing sheen</div> -<div class="verse">Of sunlight on your dark and fragrant hair.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent2">His wealth could buy him wine</div> -<div class="indent2">Made from the purple vine</div> -<div class="verse">And sweet as all the blossom-breathing South;</div> -<div class="indent2">But he could never slake</div> -<div class="indent2">His thirst, nor ease the ache</div> -<div class="verse">Of his hot lips at your love-pliant mouth.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">SLENDER YOUR HANDS</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Slender your hands and soft and white</div> -<div class="indent">As petals of moon-kissed roses;</div> -<div class="verse">Yet the grasp of your fingers slight</div> -<div class="indent">My passionate heart encloses.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Innocent eyes like delicate spheres</div> -<div class="indent">That are born when day is dying;</div> -<div class="verse">Yet the wisdom of all the years</div> -<div class="indent">Is in their lovelight lying.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">SLEEP SONG</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> - -<div class="indent5">The Lady World</div> -<div class="verse">Is sleeping on her white and cloudy bed.</div> -<div class="indent5">Like petals furled</div> -<div class="verse">Her eyelids close. Beside her dream-filled head</div> -<div class="indent">Her lover stands in silver cloak and shoon,</div> -<div class="indent">The faithful Moon.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent5">So Love, my Love,</div> -<div class="verse">Sleep on, my Love, my Life, be not afraid.</div> -<div class="indent5">The Moon above</div> -<div class="verse">Shall guard the World, and I my little maid.</div> -<div class="indent">Your life, your love, your dreams are mine to keep,</div> -<div class="indent">So sleep, so sleep.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">LOVE’S THOROUGHFARE</h2></div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As down the primrose path to Love I trod</div> -<div class="indent">The golden flowers kissed my eager feet,</div> -<div class="indent">The wayside trees with singing birds were sweet,</div> -<div class="verse">The summer air was like the smile of God.</div> -<div class="verse">“Turn back!” said one, “escape the avenging rod.</div> -<div class="indent">Soon thou the deathless flames of Hell shall meet.”</div> -<div class="indent">But I pressed on and thought of no retreat,</div> -<div class="verse">Till soon with fire I was clothed and shod.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But through the burning vales of Hell where flow</div> -<div class="indent">The molten streams of bitterest despair,</div> -<div class="verse">Made blind by pain I stumbled on, and lo!</div> -<div class="indent">I stood at last in Love’s own perfumed air.</div> -<div class="verse">So, having reached my journey’s end I know</div> -<div class="indent">That God made Hell to be Love’s thoroughfare.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">WHITE BIRD OF LOVE</h2></div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Little white bird of the summer sky,</div> -<div class="indent">Silver against the golden sun,</div> -<div class="verse">Over the green of the hills you fly,</div> -<div class="indent">You and the sweet, wild air are one.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Glorious sights are in that far place</div> -<div class="indent">Reached by your daisy-petal wing,</div> -<div class="verse">Rose-colored meteors dive through space,</div> -<div class="indent">Stars made of molten music sing.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Still, though your quivering eager flight</div> -<div class="indent">Reaches the groves by Heaven town,</div> -<div class="verse">Where all the angels cry out, “Alight!</div> -<div class="indent">Stop, little bird, come down, come down!”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Careless you speed over fields of stars,</div> -<div class="indent">Darting through Heaven swift and free;</div> -<div class="verse">Nothing your arrowy passage bars</div> -<div class="indent">Back to the earth and back to me.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Here in the orchard of dream-fruit fair</div> -<div class="indent">Out of my dreams is built your nest.</div> -<div class="verse">Blossoming dreams all the branches bear,</div> -<div class="indent">Fit for my silver dream-bird’s rest.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here, since they love you, the young stars shine,</div> -<div class="indent">Through the white petals come their beams.</div> -<div class="verse">Little white love-laden bird of mine,</div> -<div class="indent">Let them shine on you through my dreams.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">TRANSFIGURATION</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If it should be my task, I being God,</div> -<div class="indent">From whirling atoms to evolve your mate,</div> -<div class="indent">With hands omnipotent I should create</div> -<div class="verse">A great-souled hero, with the starlight shod.</div> -<div class="verse">The subject worlds should tremble at his nod</div> -<div class="indent">And all the angel host upon him wait</div> -<div class="indent">Yet he should leave his pomp and splendid state</div> -<div class="verse">And kneel to kiss the ground whereon you trod.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But God, who like a little child is wise,</div> -<div class="indent">Made me, a common thing of earthly clay;</div> -<div class="verse">Then bade me go and see within your eyes</div> -<div class="indent">The flame of love that burns more bright than day,</div> -<div class="verse">And as I looked I knew with wild surprise</div> -<div class="indent">I was transformed—your heart in my heart lay.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> -<div class="verse"><hr class="tb" /></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When first the golden dawn of love was breaking</div> -<div class="indent">In your white soul, I kissed your gentle hand,</div> -<div class="verse">And all my heart with strange, sweet pain was aching,</div> -<div class="indent">A wild, new joy I could not understand.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And now, when I your slender fingers taking</div> -<div class="indent">Keep them enslaved to my hot lips’ demand,</div> -<div class="verse">I feel that same strange thirst that knows no slaking</div> -<div class="indent">But then—why should I wish to understand?</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">MY LADY</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The joy of pleasant places</div> -<div class="indent">Where Saturn still doth reign</div> -<div class="verse">Is in her gentle face’s</div> -<div class="indent">Calm ignorance of pain.</div> -<div class="indent2">The bliss of ages golden</div> -<div class="indent3">In her slim hand is holden,</div> -<div class="indent5">By old gods she was molden</div> -<div class="indent">Before the world knew stain.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Her body is an altar</div> -<div class="indent">Wherein is Love enshrined.</div> -<div class="verse">Before her worldlings falter</div> -<div class="indent">And cruel eyes grow kind.</div> -<div class="indent2">Her breath is breath of roses</div> -<div class="indent3">From mystic garden-closes,</div> -<div class="indent5">The troubled it composes</div> -<div class="indent">Like nectar-laden wine.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">GIFTS OF SHEE</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O Shee who weave the moonlight into shimmering white strands,</div> -<div class="indent">O powerful and tender-hearted Shee!</div> -<div class="verse">While I live at home in plenty or am poor in far-off lands,</div> -<div class="indent">I will thank you for the gifts you gave to me.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For the silver collar that you wrought me by your magic art,</div> -<div class="indent">For the scarlet Seal that on my mouth you set,</div> -<div class="verse">For the glorious White Flower that you placed upon my heart,</div> -<div class="indent">When the sun and moon shall die I’ll thank you yet.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For around my throat the Silver Collar of soft arms I wear,</div> -<div class="indent">On my mouth sweet lips have fixed the Scarlet Seal,</div> -<div class="verse">On my heart the perfect Flower white of deathless love I bear,</div> -<div class="indent">And these charms, your gifts, ensure my lasting weal.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> -<div class="verse">O Shee who weave the moonlight into shimmering white strands,</div> -<div class="indent">O powerful and tender-hearted Shee!</div> -<div class="verse">Though I live at home in plenty or am poor in far-off lands,</div> -<div class="indent">I will thank you for the gifts you gave to me.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">WHEREVER, WHENEVER</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If I had lived down underneath the earth,</div> -<div class="indent">And you had dwelt among the pleasant stars,</div> -<div class="verse">I should have flown the caverns of my birth,</div> -<div class="indent">And you have riven Heaven’s silver bars.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We owe no gratitude to wanton chance,</div> -<div class="indent">For not through him does heart cleave fast to heart.</div> -<div class="verse">Not time nor place nor any circumstance,</div> -<div class="indent">Could keep our lips, our breasts, our souls, apart.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">BALLADE OF MY LADY’S BEAUTY</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Squire Adam had two wives, they say,</div> -<div class="indent">Two wives had he, for his delight,</div> -<div class="verse">He kissed and clypt them all the day</div> -<div class="indent">And clypt and kissed them all the night.</div> -<div class="indent">Now Eve like ocean foam was white</div> -<div class="verse">And Lilith roses dipped in wine,</div> -<div class="indent">But though they were a goodly sight</div> -<div class="verse">No lady is so fair as mine.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To Venus some folk tribute pay</div> -<div class="indent">And Queen of Beauty she is hight,</div> -<div class="verse">And Sainte Marie the world doth sway</div> -<div class="indent">In cerule napery bedight.</div> -<div class="indent">My wonderment these twain invite,</div> -<div class="verse">Their comeliness it is divine,</div> -<div class="indent">And yet I say in their despite,</div> -<div class="verse">No lady is so fair as mine.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Dame Helen caused a grievous fray,</div> -<div class="indent">For love of her brave men did fight,</div> -<div class="verse">The eyes of her made sages fey</div> -<div class="indent">And put their hearts in woful plight.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> -<div class="indent">To her no rhymes will I indite,</div> -<div class="verse">For her no garlands will I twine,</div> -<div class="indent">Though she be made of flowers and light</div> -<div class="verse">No lady is so fair as mine.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="versecenter"><small>L’ENVOI</small></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Prince Eros, Lord of lovely might</div> -<div class="indent">Who on Olympus dost recline,</div> -<div class="verse">Do I not tell the truth aright?</div> -<div class="indent">No lady is so fair as mine.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">LOVE’S ROSARY</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Love’s rosary is ours this holiday,</div> -<div class="indent">So let us worship Eros, Lord of bliss.</div> -<div class="verse">Let me be priest and teach you as we pray</div> -<div class="indent3">Love’s rosary.</div> -<div class="indent">The first fair golden globe denotes a kiss,</div> -<div class="verse">Curve your sweet lips the proper churchly way,</div> -<div class="indent">And you must lie within my arms at this.</div> -<div class="indent">Keep all the rites! It will not do to miss</div> -<div class="verse">A single bead in all the long array.</div> -<div class="indent">Ah, Sweet, we’ll tell on every day, I wis,</div> -<div class="indent3">Love’s rosary.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> -<div class="verse"><hr class="tb" /></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“The Princess cried; her tears fell on the ground</div> -<div class="verse">Like pearls of moonlight, precious, fair and round.”</div> -<div class="verse">But when the Princess whom I worship cries</div> -<div class="verse">Then from the clouded heaven of her eyes</div> -<div class="verse">Rain of such sweet wild loveliness I sip</div> -<div class="verse">My heart says “Stop!” but not my eager lip.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">TRIBUTE</h2></div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Because my Love has lips that taste of glory,</div> -<div class="indent">That breathe of love, that are as red as wine,</div> -<div class="verse">My days and nights are as a pleasant story</div> -<div class="indent">Told in a valley sweet with rose and vine.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Because my Love has hair that smells of flowers,</div> -<div class="indent">That is as soft and cool as forest shade,</div> -<div class="verse">Therefore the tale of all my blissful hours</div> -<div class="indent">Be writ in gold and at her footstool laid.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">MATIN</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Soft purple shadows cloud love-weary eyes,</div> -<div class="indent">Dawn’s saffron glow is on the tossed white bed;</div> -<div class="indent">Now passion’s day, warm fragrant night is fled,</div> -<div class="verse">A cold grey shroud on Love’s bright altar lies.</div> -<div class="verse">From dusky corners ghostly dreams arise,</div> -<div class="indent">The pallid wraiths of kisses newly dead,</div> -<div class="indent">They float and blend above her sleeping head,</div> -<div class="verse">Her languid red lips quiver as she sighs.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And so, like Adam when in fear and shame</div> -<div class="indent">He saw God’s soldiery in fierce array</div> -<div class="verse">And sorrowing from Eden’s threshold came</div> -<div class="indent">To bear what pains life on his soul might lay,</div> -<div class="verse">I see Dawn standing with a sword of flame,</div> -<div class="indent">And from my Eden turn in grief away.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">A VALENTINE</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My songs should be as lilies fair,</div> -<div class="indent">And roses made of crimson light,</div> -<div class="verse">To lie amid the fragrant hair</div> -<div class="indent">And on the breast of my delight.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Such glory is for them too high;</div> -<div class="indent">I’ll scatter them adown the street,</div> -<div class="verse">And when my love is passing by</div> -<div class="indent">They will rise up and kiss her feet.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">STAR O’ LOVE</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Sun pours gold upon the waking earth</div> -<div class="indent">And makes the hills and valleys ring with glee,</div> -<div class="verse">Brings fruits and flowers to their joyous birth,</div> -<div class="indent">And paints strange colors on the foaming sea.</div> -<div class="verse">The Moon, with quivering wand of silver-white,</div> -<div class="indent">Calls forth the fairies to their circling dance,</div> -<div class="verse">Bids lovers seek their never old delight,</div> -<div class="indent">And fills the air with perfume of romance.</div> -<div class="verse">Yet, Sun, thy glory passes with the day,</div> -<div class="indent">And Moon, the dawn destroys thy loveliness;</div> -<div class="verse">But thou, sweet Star o’ Love, wilt shine alway,</div> -<div class="indent">Nor night nor day can make thy splendor less.</div> -<div class="verse">Fade, lordly Sun, and Moon, forget to shine,</div> -<div class="verse">Since thy white wonder, Star o’ Love, is mine!</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">FOR A BIRTHDAY</h2></div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">April with her violets,</div> -<div class="indent">May and June with roses,</div> -<div class="indent2">Young July with all her flowers, crimson, gold and white,</div> -<div class="verse">Each in place her tribute sets,</div> -<div class="indent">Each her wreath composes,</div> -<div class="indent2">Making glad the roadway for the Lady of Delight.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Birds with many colors gay,</div> -<div class="indent">Through the branches flitting,</div> -<div class="indent2">Sing, to greet my Lady Love, a lusty welcome song.</div> -<div class="verse">Even bees make holiday,</div> -<div class="indent">Hive and honey quitting,</div> -<div class="indent2">Tremulous and jubilant they join the eager throng.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now the road is flower-paved;</div> -<div class="indent">Timid fawns are peering</div> -<div class="indent2">From their pleasant vantage in the roadside’s leafy green.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> -<div class="verse">All the world in sunlight laved,</div> -<div class="indent">Knows the hour is nearing</div> -<div class="indent2">That shall bring the golden presence of the well-loved Queen.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hark! at last the silver trill</div> -<div class="indent">Of a lute is sounding—</div> -<div class="indent2">Happy August, purple-clad, appears with all her train.</div> -<div class="verse">Sudden sweet the branches fill;</div> -<div class="indent">Every heart is bounding;</div> -<div class="indent2">August comes, the kindly nurse of her who is to reign!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And now, with proud and valiant gait,</div> -<div class="indent">An hundred centaurs come.</div> -<div class="verse">Pan rides the foremost one in state;</div> -<div class="indent">The waiting crowd grows dumb.</div> -<div class="verse">Each centaur wears a jewelled thong</div> -<div class="indent">And harness bright of sheen;</div> -<div class="verse">They draw through surging floods of song</div> -<div class="indent">The carriage of the Queen!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> -<div class="verse">“Hail! Hail! Hail! to the Queen in her moonstone car!</div> -<div class="verse">Hail! Hail! Hail! to the Lady whose slaves we are!</div> -<div class="verse">We of the meadows, the rocks and the hills,</div> -<div class="verse">Dwellers in oceans and rivers and rills,</div> -<div class="verse">Beasts of the forests and birds of the air,</div> -<div class="verse">Linnet and butterfly, lion and bear,</div> -<div class="verse">Daisy and daffodil, spruce-tree and fir,</div> -<div class="verse">Yield to our Queen and do homage to her!</div> -<div class="verse">Hail! Hail! Hail! we welcome thy royal sway!</div> -<div class="verse">Hail! Hail! Hail! O Queen, on this festal day!”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So all the world kneels down to you,</div> -<div class="indent">And all things are your own;</div> -<div class="verse">Now let a humble rhymer sue</div> -<div class="indent">Before your crystal throne.</div> -<div class="verse">Fair Queen, at your rose-petal feet</div> -<div class="indent">Bid me to live and die!</div> -<div class="verse">Not all your world of lovers, Sweet,</div> -<div class="indent">Can love so much as I.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE USE OF NIGHT</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I said: “What is the use of sombre night?”</div> -<div class="indent">The Moon replied: “To frame my love-wan face.”</div> -<div class="indent">A fairy dame said: “That my fresh-wove lace</div> -<div class="verse">May on the grasses catch the Sun’s first light.”</div> -<div class="verse">“That we may keep with song our ancient rite,”</div> -<div class="indent">Croaked glistening frogs from their dank dwelling place.</div> -<div class="indent">“That I may halt,” a man said, “in my race,</div> -<div class="verse">And rest my eyes that are grown tired of sight.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Your ebon frame, pale Moon, makes you more fair;</div> -<div class="indent">Weave, gentle neighbor; frogs, pipe loud your song;</div> -<div class="verse">Sad traveller, be dreamless sleep your share.</div> -<div class="indent">And I would have night twenty times as long,</div> -<div class="verse">And clasp my love in some dark bower where</div> -<div class="indent">The Day could never come to do us wrong.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">ALCHEMY</h2></div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I sang two little songs one day,</div> -<div class="indent">I sang them for a lady’s pleasure,</div> -<div class="verse">I took her praise for wreath of bay,</div> -<div class="indent">Her smile for largess beyond measure.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I sang out in the market square</div> -<div class="indent">And most folk could not understand;</div> -<div class="verse">One who by chance was passing there</div> -<div class="indent">Dropped down some silver in my hand.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now since the songs I gave you, Sweet,</div> -<div class="indent">Have turned to silver fair and gleaming,</div> -<div class="verse">For your pleasaunce as is most meet</div> -<div class="indent">The silver turns to song and dreaming.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">WAYFARERS</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Underneath the orchard trees lies a gypsy sleeping,</div> -<div class="indent">Tattered cloak and swarthy face and shaggy moonlit hair,</div> -<div class="verse">One brown hand his crazy fiddle in its grasp is keeping,</div> -<div class="indent">Through the Land of Dreams he strolls and sings his love songs there.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Up above the apple blossoms where the stars are shining,</div> -<div class="indent">Free and careless wandering among the clouds he goes,</div> -<div class="verse">Singing of his lady-love and for her pleasure twining</div> -<div class="indent">Wreaths of Heaven flowers, violet and golden rose.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In his sleep he stirs, and wakes to find his love beside him,</div> -<div class="indent">Pours his load of Dreamland blooms before her silver feet,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Takes her in his arms and as her soft brown tresses hide him</div> -<div class="indent">Both together fare to Dreamland up the star-paved street.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">WITH A MIRROR</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Carved by a swarthy knave</div> -<div class="verse">Close by the Adrian wave</div> -<div class="indent">Came I to being.</div> -<div class="verse">To me a soul he gave,</div> -<div class="verse">In gold he did me lave,</div> -<div class="indent">To suit your seeing.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Mine is a pleasant life,</div> -<div class="verse">Jove bless his flashing knife,</div> -<div class="indent">Who wrought my living.</div> -<div class="verse">For me nor care nor strife,</div> -<div class="verse">Joys in my days are rife,</div> -<div class="indent">Joys of your giving.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">PRINCESS BALLADE</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Never a horn sounds in Sherwood tonight,</div> -<div class="indent">Friar Tuck’s drinking Olympian ale,</div> -<div class="verse">Little John’s wandered away from our sight,</div> -<div class="indent">Robin Hood’s bow hangs unused on its nail.</div> -<div class="indent">Even the moon has grown weary and pale</div> -<div class="verse">Sick for the glint of Maid Marian’s hair,</div> -<div class="indent">But there is one joy on mountain and dale,</div> -<div class="verse">Fairies abound all the time, everywhere!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Saints have attacked them with sacredest might,</div> -<div class="indent">They could not shatter their gossamer mail,</div> -<div class="verse">Steam-driven engines can never affright</div> -<div class="indent">Fairies who dance in their spark-sprinkled trail.</div> -<div class="indent">Still for a warning the sad Banshees wail,</div> -<div class="verse">Still are the Leprechauns ready to bear</div> -<div class="indent">Purses of gold to their captors for bail;</div> -<div class="verse">Fairies abound all the time, everywhere!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oberon, king of the realms of delight,</div> -<div class="indent">May your domain over us never fail.</div> -<div class="verse">Mab, as a rainbow-hued butterfly bright,</div> -<div class="indent">Yours is the glory that age cannot stale.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> -<div class="indent">When we are planted down under the shale,</div> -<div class="verse">Fairy-folk, drop a few daffodils there,</div> -<div class="indent">Comfort our souls in the Stygian vale;</div> -<div class="verse">Fairies abound all the time, everywhere.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="versecenter"><small>L’ENVOI</small></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">White Flower Princess, though sophisters rail,</div> -<div class="indent">Let us be glad in faith that we share.</div> -<div class="verse">None shall the Good People safely assail;</div> -<div class="indent">Fairies abound all the time, everywhere!</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">LULLABY FOR A BABY FAIRY</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Night is over; through the clover globes of crystal shine;</div> -<div class="verse">Birds are calling; sunlight falling on the wet green vine.</div> -<div class="indent">Little wings must folded lie, little lips be still</div> -<div class="indent">While the sun is in the sky, over Fairy Hill.</div> -<div class="indent2">Sleep, sleep, sleep,</div> -<div class="indent3">Baby with buttercup hair,</div> -<div class="indent5">Golden rays</div> -<div class="indent2">Into the violet creep.</div> -<div class="indent2">Dream, dream deep;</div> -<div class="indent3">Dream of the night revels fair.</div> -<div class="indent5">Daylight stays;</div> -<div class="indent2">Sleep, little fairy child, sleep.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Rest in daytime; night is playtime, all good fairies know.</div> -<div class="verse">Under sighing grasses lying, off to slumber go</div> -<div class="indent">Night will come with stars agleam, lilies in her hand,</div> -<div class="indent">Calling you from Hills of Dream back to Fairyland.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> -<div class="indent2">Sleep, sleep, sleep,</div> -<div class="indent3">Baby with buttercup hair;</div> -<div class="indent5">Golden rays</div> -<div class="indent2">Into the violet creep.</div> -<div class="indent2">Dream, dream deep;</div> -<div class="indent3">Dream of the night-revels fair.</div> -<div class="indent5">Daylight stays;</div> -<div class="indent2">Sleep, little fairy child, sleep.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">GEORGE MEREDITH</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He listened to the mighty lyre of earth,</div> -<div class="indent">And learned the lore of soul-compelling song.</div> -<div class="indent">He pondered on the rune of right and wrong,</div> -<div class="verse">And saw the hearts of men, their woe, their mirth.</div> -<div class="verse">In him our vision had a second birth,</div> -<div class="indent">For by his words we saw as in some strong</div> -<div class="indent">Enchanted lens the conscience of the throng,</div> -<div class="verse">The font of ill, the hidden source of worth.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Shall Death claim him, on deathless knowledge reared?</div> -<div class="indent">Shall dreams o’ertake the Master of the dream?</div> -<div class="verse">Nay, his perfect love that never feared,</div> -<div class="indent">His words send through our grief a radiant gleam:</div> -<div class="verse">“With Life and Death I walked and Love appeared</div> -<div class="indent">And made them on each side a shadow seem.”</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">“AND FORBID THEM NOT”</h2></div> - -<p class="center">(“No Trespassing” signs in a churchyard.)</p> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tall, bleak, austere, the mighty buildings loom;</div> -<div class="indent">Hard, bare and dull the grimy city street.</div> -<div class="verse">Here by the church is found a little room</div> -<div class="indent">Roofed with blue sky and with green turf made sweet.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Surely the Master of this house would smile</div> -<div class="indent">Seeing the children on His grass at play,</div> -<div class="verse">Seeing the mothers rest a little while</div> -<div class="indent">Out of the turmoil of the busy day.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Soon will he ask, “Where are the children gone:</div> -<div class="indent">They who should share this pleasant, sacred place?</div> -<div class="verse">No little feet are treading this soft lawn,</div> -<div class="indent">Here shines no glory from a little face.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye in whose trust this Christian church is left,</div> -<div class="indent">Think ye that thus ye serve your Master mild?</div> -<div class="verse">None by His will are of this home bereft;</div> -<div class="indent">They love Him not who wrong a little child.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">A DEAD POET</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Fair Death, kind Death, it was a gracious deed</div> -<div class="indent">To take that weary vagrant to thy breast.</div> -<div class="verse">Love, Song and Wine had he, and but one need—</div> -<div class="indent">Rest.</div> -</div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE MORNING MEDITATIONS OF<br /> -FRERE HYACINTHUS</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So he is dead and damned and all is well.</div> -<div class="indent">So fare all traitors to the church and God!</div> -<div class="verse">Cursed and cast out with candle, book and bell,</div> -<div class="indent">And thrust to rot beneath unhallowed sod.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The mouth that sounded once Saint Mary’s name</div> -<div class="indent">He smirched and stained with scarlet wine of lust;</div> -<div class="verse">Therefore is he become a thing of shame,</div> -<div class="indent">Anathema and alien to the just.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We prayed within the cloister side by side,</div> -<div class="indent">He chose the world, wise in his own conceit;</div> -<div class="verse">I kept our Blessed Lady for my bride,</div> -<div class="indent">To paths of sin he set his wayward feet.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And she is dead, too. Lies with him, they say?</div> -<div class="indent">Aye, lies with him—they are together still—</div> -<div class="verse">That golden girl I saw one summer day</div> -<div class="indent">Tending her kine upon the pasture hill.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> -<div class="verse">God, God, is not my blood like his blood red?</div> -<div class="indent">God, God, could I not see that she was fair?</div> -<div class="verse">Did I not close my eyes and bow my head,</div> -<div class="indent">And purge my soul with fasting and with prayer?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">God, see my flesh with scourgings cut and scarred!</div> -<div class="indent">God, see my frame with fasting weak and thin!</div> -<div class="verse">God, see my face with tears and sorrow marred!</div> -<div class="indent">God, see my soul burnt white and clean of sin!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tempted I was like him, but did not yield.</div> -<div class="indent">Outcast is he and damned and spit upon.</div> -<div class="verse">Elect am I and with thine own sign sealed,</div> -<div class="indent">Washed white and pure in blood of Christ thy Son.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And yet, and yet—Ah, God, that dream last night!</div> -<div class="indent">When I had prayed before Thy blessed shrine,</div> -<div class="verse">And sought to rest a while before the light</div> -<div class="indent">Should call me to new services of Thine.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then as I slept it seemed I was with Thee</div> -<div class="indent">In Heaven, and I looked down into Hell,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> -<div class="verse">That I the cursed souls in pain might see</div> -<div class="indent">And be more glad that I had served Thee well.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I saw the place with blood-red flames alight,</div> -<div class="indent">I saw the damned and heard their shrieks and groans,</div> -<div class="verse">And then there burst upon my eyes a sight</div> -<div class="indent">That turned to lead the marrow in my bones.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There in his arms her soft white body lay;</div> -<div class="indent">Shielded by him she kissed his mouth and smiled.</div> -<div class="verse">Round them the flames kept their unheeded sway.</div> -<div class="indent">Even to Hell Love made them reconciled.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It’s time for Mass. God bless the newborn day!</div> -<div class="indent">How very fair it is, and sweet and still—</div> -<div class="verse">Down yonder lane she used to make her way</div> -<div class="indent">To tend her kine upon the pasture hill.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">VILLANELLE OF THE PLAYERS</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Violets fade with the May,</div> -<div class="indent">Purple and fragrant they die,</div> -<div class="verse">Players live for a day.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What is their legacy, pray?</div> -<div class="indent">Where does their loveliness lie?</div> -<div class="verse">Violets fade with the May.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Actors in motley array</div> -<div class="indent">Grace of your memory cry,</div> -<div class="verse">Players live for a day.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Where the sad pine trees sway</div> -<div class="indent">Lonely the reft winds sigh,</div> -<div class="verse">Violets fade with the May.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Withered the wreaths of bay,</div> -<div class="indent">Wine-cups are cracked and dry,</div> -<div class="verse">Players live for a day.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent">Clouds of the sunset sky,</div> -<div class="verse">None shall their eulogy say,</div> -<div class="verse">Violets fade with the May,</div> -<div class="verse">Players live for a day.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE MAD FIDDLER</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I sleep beneath a bracken sheet</div> -<div class="indent">In sunlight or in rain,</div> -<div class="verse">The road dust burns my naked feet,</div> -<div class="indent">The sunrays sear my brain;</div> -<div class="verse">But children love my fiddle’s sound</div> -<div class="indent">And if a lad be straying,</div> -<div class="verse">His mother knows he may be found</div> -<div class="indent">Where old Mad Larry’s playing.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O fiddle, let us follow, follow,</div> -<div class="indent">Till we see my Eileen’s face,</div> -<div class="verse">Through the moonlight like a swallow</div> -<div class="indent">Off she flew to some far place.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O, did you ever love a lass?</div> -<div class="indent">I loved a lass one day,</div> -<div class="verse">And she would lie upon the grass</div> -<div class="indent">And sing while I would play.</div> -<div class="verse">She was a cruel, lovely thing,</div> -<div class="indent">Nor heart nor soul have I</div> -<div class="verse">For Eileen took them that soft spring</div> -<div class="indent">When she flew to the sky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> -<div class="verse">So fiddle, let us follow, follow,</div> -<div class="indent">Till we see my Eileen’s face,</div> -<div class="verse">Through the moonlight like a swallow</div> -<div class="indent">Off she flew to some far place.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE GRASS IN MADISON SQUARE</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The pleasant turf is dried and marred and seared,</div> -<div class="indent4">The grass is dead.</div> -<div class="verse">No soft green shoot, by rain and sunshine reared,</div> -<div class="indent4">Lifts up its head.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I think the grass that made the park so gay</div> -<div class="indent4">In early spring</div> -<div class="verse">Now decks the lawns of Heaven where babies play</div> -<div class="indent4">And dance and sing.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And poor old vagabonds who now have left</div> -<div class="indent4">The dusty street,</div> -<div class="verse">Find fields of which they were in life bereft,</div> -<div class="indent4">Beneath their feet.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">CHEVELY CROSSING</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Where two roads cross by Chevely town</div> -<div class="indent">A man is lying dead.</div> -<div class="verse">The rumbling wains of scented hay</div> -<div class="indent">Roll over his fair head;</div> -<div class="verse">A stake is driven through his heart,</div> -<div class="indent">For his own blood he shed.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="versecenter"><hr class="tb" /></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Among the pleasant flower-stars</div> -<div class="indent">By God’s own garden gate,</div> -<div class="verse">A little maid fresh come from earth</div> -<div class="indent">One summer night did wait;</div> -<div class="verse">Her poppy mouth dropped down with fear,</div> -<div class="indent">With fear her eyes were great.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The angels saw her sinless face,</div> -<div class="indent">The gate was opened wide.</div> -<div class="verse">She only shook her dawn-crowned head</div> -<div class="indent">And would not come inside.</div> -<div class="verse">She was alone, and so afraid—</div> -<div class="indent">She hid her face and cried.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Her tears dropped down like sun-filled rain</div> -<div class="indent">Through stars and starless space,</div> -<div class="verse">Until at last in Chevely town</div> -<div class="indent">Where in a moonlit place</div> -<div class="verse">Her lover knelt upon her grave,</div> -<div class="indent">They fell upon his face.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Said he, “My love, my only love,</div> -<div class="indent">My Elena, my Sweet!</div> -<div class="verse">Through what wild ways of mystery</div> -<div class="indent">Have strayed your little feet?</div> -<div class="verse">Alone, alone this lonely night</div> -<div class="indent">Where only spirits meet!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“It is not my bleak desert life</div> -<div class="indent">That turns my heart to lead,</div> -<div class="verse">Not for my empty arms I mourn,</div> -<div class="indent">Nor for my loveless bed;</div> -<div class="verse">But that you wander forth alone</div> -<div class="indent">On heights I may not tread.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“If I could stand beside you now</div> -<div class="indent">Sin-burdened though I be,</div> -<div class="verse">I’d bear you through the trackless ways</div> -<div class="indent">From fear and danger free,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Not God himself could daunt the strong</div> -<div class="indent">Undying love of me!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Though Heaven is a pleasant place</div> -<div class="indent">What joy for you is there?</div> -<div class="verse">Who tread the jewelled streets alone</div> -<div class="indent">Without my heart to share</div> -<div class="verse">Each throb of your heart, and my arm</div> -<div class="indent">Around you, O my Fair!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“I hear your sobbing in the wind,</div> -<div class="indent">And in the summer rain</div> -<div class="verse">I feel your tears. My heart is pierced</div> -<div class="indent">With your sad, lonely pain.</div> -<div class="verse">My Love! My only Love! I come!</div> -<div class="indent">You shall not call in vain!”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="versecenter"><hr class="tb" /></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Where two roads cross by Chevely town</div> -<div class="indent">A man is lying dead.</div> -<div class="verse">The rumbling wains of scented hay</div> -<div class="indent">Roll over his fair head;</div> -<div class="verse">A stake is driven through his heart,</div> -<div class="indent">For his own blood he shed.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">SAID THE ROSE</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No flower hath so fair a face as this pale love of mine</div> -<div class="verse">When he bends down to kiss my heart, my petals try to twine</div> -<div class="verse">About his lips to hold them fast. He is so very fair,</div> -<div class="verse">My lover with the pale, sad face and forest-fragrant hair.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I think it is a pleasant place, this garden where I grow,</div> -<div class="verse">With gravel walks and grassy mounds and crosses in a row.</div> -<div class="verse">There is no toil nor worry here, nor clatter of the street,</div> -<div class="verse">And here each night my lover comes, pale, sad and very sweet.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He never heeds the violets or lilies tall and white;</div> -<div class="verse">I am his love, his only love, his Flower of Delight;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> -<div class="verse">And often when the cold moonbeams are lying all around</div> -<div class="verse">My lover kneels the whole night through beside me on the ground.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">How can I miss the sunshine-laden breezes of the south</div> -<div class="verse">When all my heart is burning with the kisses of his mouth?</div> -<div class="verse">How can I miss the coming of the comfort-bringing rain</div> -<div class="verse">When his hot tears are filling me with heaven-sweet love-pain?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There is a jealous little bird that envies me my love,</div> -<div class="verse">He sings this bitter, bitter song from his brown nest above:</div> -<div class="verse">“Was ever yet a mortal man who wed a flower wife?</div> -<div class="verse">He loves the girl down in your roots whose dead breast gives you life.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> -<div class="verse">O little bird, O jealous bird, fly off and cease your chatter!</div> -<div class="verse">My lover is my lover, and what can a dead girl matter?</div> -<div class="verse">In his hot kisses and sweet tears I shall my petals steep;</div> -<div class="verse">I am his love, his only love, I have his heart to keep.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">WHITE MARBLE AND GREEN GRASS</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">Starlight, sunlight, silver light and gold,</div> -<div class="verse">All are dark for Love’s great flame is cold.</div> -<div class="verse">Rose wind, garden wind and morning’s breath,</div> -<div class="verse">Are ye stronger than the scent of death?</div> -</div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">METAMORPHOSIS</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He was an evil thing to see—</div> -<div class="indent">Of joy his mouth was desolate,</div> -<div class="verse">His body was a stunted tree,</div> -<div class="indent">His eyes were pools of lust and hate.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now silverly the linnet sings</div> -<div class="indent">On leaves that from his temples start</div> -<div class="verse">And gay the yellow crocus springs</div> -<div class="indent">From the rich clod that was his heart.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">ABSINTHE</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I have prayed to the Christ of the merciful eyes,</div> -<div class="indent">I have prayed to the Lord of Hosts,</div> -<div class="verse">I have prayed, but in vain, for God to rise</div> -<div class="indent">And scatter these murderous ghosts,</div> -<div class="verse">These horrible, beckoning ghosts that sign</div> -<div class="indent">And beckon me where? ah, where?</div> -<div class="verse">O little green god in your crystal shrine,</div> -<div class="indent">You only will heed my prayer!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The breath of your mouth is a powerful wind</div> -<div class="indent">That whirls sorrow-shadows away;</div> -<div class="verse">The light of your eyes burns the bonds that bind,</div> -<div class="indent">I escape from the earth’s fell sway.</div> -<div class="verse">The pallid figures in threatening line,</div> -<div class="indent">They falter and tremble and flee.</div> -<div class="verse">O little green god in your crystal shrine,</div> -<div class="indent">Shed some of your glory on me!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I have given you service, sincere and prolonged,</div> -<div class="indent">I have given you love—ah, you know!</div> -<div class="verse">Though I pray in a fane by your worshippers thronged,</div> -<div class="indent">There is no one who worships you so.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> -<div class="verse">My hand and my heart and my brain, ah, divine</div> -<div class="indent">Lord, master of living, I give,</div> -<div class="verse">O little green god in your crystal shrine,</div> -<div class="indent">Take these—and then bid me to live!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">By a green marble house in a garden of green,</div> -<div class="indent">Green roses bloom ’neath a green sun,</div> -<div class="verse">Where the maidens have eyes of an emerald sheen,</div> -<div class="indent">And the strife and the labor are done,</div> -<div class="verse">O there let me dwell, where the ravenous whine</div> -<div class="indent">Of the earth ghosts is soundless and dead.</div> -<div class="verse">O little green god in your crystal shrine,</div> -<div class="indent">Your heavenly dream-shower shed!</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">THEOLOGY</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">The blade is sharp, the reaper stout,</div> -<div class="indent">And every daisy dies.</div> -<div class="verse">Their souls are fluttering about—</div> -<div class="indent">We call them butterflies.</div> -</div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">FOR A CHILD</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">His mind has neither need nor power to know</div> -<div class="indent">The foolish things that men call right and wrong.</div> -<div class="verse">For him the streams of pleasant love-wind flow,</div> -<div class="indent">For him the mystic, sleep-compelling song.</div> -<div class="verse">Through love he rules his love-made universe,</div> -<div class="indent">And sees with eyes by ignorance made keen</div> -<div class="verse">The fauns and elves whom older eyes disperse,</div> -<div class="indent">Great Pan and all the fairies with their queen.</div> -<div class="verse">King gods, I pray, bestow on him this dole,</div> -<div class="indent">Not wisdom, wealth, nor mighty deeds to do,</div> -<div class="verse">But let him keep his happy pagan soul,</div> -<div class="indent">The poet-vision, simple, free and true,</div> -<div class="verse">To hunt the rainbow-gold and phantom lights,</div> -<div class="verse">And meet with dryads on the wooded heights.</div> -</div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">TO J. B. Y.</h2></div> - - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bitter and selfish sorrow, poverty, strife and ruth,</div> -<div class="verse">Fear of the dreadful morrow,—these took away our youth.</div> -<div class="verse">ngus is bending o’er us—we are too old to see,</div> -<div class="verse">Too old to hear before us moon-drenchd songs of Shee.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Dreamer of dreams and lover, young as are love and dreams,</div> -<div class="verse">Show us the Shee that hover over the silver streams,</div> -<div class="verse">Give us the song and story, make us to live anew,</div> -<div class="verse">Bathed in your youthful glory let us be young like you.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE KING’S BALLAD</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Good my king, in your garden close,</div> -<div class="indent">(Hark to the thrush’s trilling,)</div> -<div class="verse">Why so sad when the maiden rose</div> -<div class="indent">Love at your feet is spilling?</div> -<div class="indent2">Golden the air and honey-sweet,</div> -<div class="indent2">Sapphire the sky, it is not meet</div> -<div class="indent2">Sorrowful faces should flowers greet,</div> -<div class="indent">(Hark to the thrush’s trilling.)</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All alone walks the king to-day,</div> -<div class="indent">(Hark to the thrush’s trilling,)</div> -<div class="verse">Far from the throne he steals away</div> -<div class="indent">Loneness and quiet willing.</div> -<div class="indent2">Roses and tulips and lilies fair</div> -<div class="indent2">Smile for his pleasure everywhere,</div> -<div class="indent2">Yet of their joyaunce he takes no share,</div> -<div class="indent">(Hark to the thrush’s trilling.)</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ladies wait in the palace, Sire,</div> -<div class="indent">(Hark to the thrush’s trilling,)</div> -<div class="verse">Red and white for the king’s desire</div> -<div class="indent">Lovewarm and sweet and thrilling,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> -<div class="indent2">Breasts of moonshine and hair of night,</div> -<div class="indent2">Glances amorous soft and bright,</div> -<div class="indent2">Nothing is lacking for thy delight,</div> -<div class="indent">(Hark to the thrush’s trilling.)</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Kneels the king in a grassy place,</div> -<div class="indent">(Hark to the thrush’s trilling,)</div> -<div class="verse">Little flowers under his face</div> -<div class="indent">With his warm tears are filling:</div> -<div class="indent2">Says the king, “Here my heart lies dead</div> -<div class="indent2">Where my fair love is buried,</div> -<div class="indent2">Would I were lying here instead!”</div> -<div class="indent">(Hark to the thrush’s trilling.)</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">JESUS AND THE SUMMER RAIN</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Over the hills and across the plain,</div> -<div class="indent">Treading their gypsy way,</div> -<div class="verse">Ragged and penniless, vagrants twain</div> -<div class="indent">Went with a child one day.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sunburnt and barefooted was the man,</div> -<div class="indent">Poor was the woman’s dress,</div> -<div class="verse">Over the baby the sunbeams ran,</div> -<div class="indent">Winds gave him soft caress.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Brother o’ mine,” said the summer rain,</div> -<div class="indent">“Brother o’ mine,” said he,</div> -<div class="verse">“Take you the vagabond’s joy and pain,</div> -<div class="indent">Vagabond shall you be.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Banned by the rich and the folk of power,</div> -<div class="indent">Outcasts shall love you well;</div> -<div class="verse">Harlots and thieves in your dying hour</div> -<div class="indent">Closest to you shall dwell.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> -<div class="verse">“Never a home nor abiding place</div> -<div class="indent">Where you may rest your load;</div> -<div class="verse">Ever the starlight on your face,</div> -<div class="indent">Ever the open road.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Brother o’ mine,” said the summer rain,</div> -<div class="indent">“Brother o’ mine,” said he,</div> -<div class="verse">“Take you the vagabond’s joy and pain,</div> -<div class="indent">Vagabond shall you be.”</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE BALLADE OF BUTTERFLIES</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Because we never build a nest</div> -<div class="indent">And no one of us ever sings,</div> -<div class="verse">We are the butt of every jest</div> -<div class="indent">That strutting loud-mouthed robin flings.</div> -<div class="indent">Unless the field with laughter rings</div> -<div class="verse">And we are meek in our replies</div> -<div class="indent">His claws and beak to bear he brings;</div> -<div class="verse">Have pity on all butterflies!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Since we are of no home possest,</div> -<div class="indent">And have no joy in courts and kings,</div> -<div class="verse">And love on working-days to rest,</div> -<div class="indent">The name of “Idlers” to us clings.</div> -<div class="indent">On all our gypsy travellings</div> -<div class="verse">They follow us with jeering cries.</div> -<div class="indent">From every rose a spider springs;</div> -<div class="verse">Have pity on all butterflies!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A little thing is our request—</div> -<div class="indent">Some peace from nets of sticks and strings,</div> -<div class="verse">An hour to feel the sunlight’s zest,</div> -<div class="indent">To ’scape the deadly bee that stings.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> -<div class="indent">From hostile fortune’s bolts and slings</div> -<div class="verse">Give us release ere Summer dies—</div> -<div class="indent">We dread the Winter’s threatenings;</div> -<div class="verse">Have pity on all butterflies!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="versecenter"><small>L’ENVOI</small></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Great Pan, kind lord of living things,</div> -<div class="indent">Look on us now with friendly eyes.</div> -<div class="verse">We pray to you on trembling wings,</div> -<div class="indent">Have pity on all butterflies!</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE CLOUDED SUN</h2></div> - -<p class="center">(To A. S.)</p> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It is not good for poets to grow old</div> -<div class="indent">For they serve Death that loves and Love that kills;</div> -<div class="indent">And Love and Death, enthroned above the hills,</div> -<div class="verse">Call back their faithful servants to the fold</div> -<div class="verse">Before Age makes them passionless and cold.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Therefore it is that no more sorry thing</div> -<div class="indent">Can shut the sunlight from the thirsty grass</div> -<div class="indent">Than some grey head through which no longer pass</div> -<div class="verse">Wild dreams more lively than the scent of Spring</div> -<div class="verse">To fire the blood and make the glad mouth sing.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Far happier he, who, young and full of pride</div> -<div class="indent">And radiant with the glory of the sun,</div> -<div class="indent">Leaves earth before his singing time is done.</div> -<div class="verse">All wounds of Time the graveyard flowers hide,</div> -<div class="verse">His beauty lives, as fresh as when he died.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Then through the words wherein his spirit dwells</div> -<div class="indent">The world may see his young impetuous face</div> -<div class="indent">Unmarred by Time, with undiminished grace;</div> -<div class="verse">While memory no piteous story tells</div> -<div class="verse">Of barren days, stale loves and broken spells.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><hr class="tb" /></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Brother and Master, we are wed with woe.</div> -<div class="indent">Yea, Grief’s funereal cloud it is that hovers</div> -<div class="indent">About the head of us thy mournful lovers.</div> -<div class="verse">Uncomforted and sick with pain we go,</div> -<div class="verse">Dust on our brows and at our hearts the snow.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The London lights flare on the chattering street,</div> -<div class="indent">Young men and maidens love and dance and die;</div> -<div class="indent">Wine flows, and perfumes float up to the sky.</div> -<div class="verse">Once thou couldst feel that this was very sweet,</div> -<div class="verse">Now thou art still—mouth, hands and weary feet.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O subtle mouth, whereon the Sphinx has placed</div> -<div class="indent">The smile of those she kisses at their birth,</div> -<div class="indent">Sing once again, for Spring has thrilled the earth.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Nay, thou art dumb. Not even April’s taste</div> -<div class="verse">Is sweet to thee in thy live coffin cased.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There is no harsher tragedy than this—</div> -<div class="indent">That thou, who feltest as no man before</div> -<div class="indent">Scent, color, taste and sound and didst outpour</div> -<div class="verse">For us rich draughts of thine enchanted bliss</div> -<div class="verse">Shouldst be plunged down this cruel black abyss.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Brother and Master, if our love could free</div> -<div class="indent">Thy flameborn spirit from its leaden chain</div> -<div class="indent">Thou shouldst rise up from this sad house of pain,</div> -<div class="verse">Be young and fair as thou wast wont to be,</div> -<div class="verse">And strong with joy as is the boundless sea.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Brother and Master, at thy feet we lay</div> -<div class="indent">These roses, red as lips that thou hast sung.</div> -<div class="indent">And cypress wreaths above thy head are hung</div> -<div class="verse">To mingle with the green and fragrant bay.</div> -<div class="verse">We kneel awhile, then turn in tears away.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">IN MEMORIAM:<br /> -FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She whom we love, our Lady of Compassion,</div> -<div class="indent">Can never die, for Love forbids her death.</div> -<div class="verse">Love has bent down in his old kindly fashion,</div> -<div class="indent">And breathed upon her his immortal breath.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">On wounded soldiers, in their anguish lying,</div> -<div class="indent">Her gentle spirit shall descend like rain.</div> -<div class="verse">Where the white flag with the red cross is flying,</div> -<div class="indent">There shall she dwell, the vanquisher of pain.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">BALLAD OF THREE</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Upon the river’s brink she stands</div> -<div class="indent">And tastes the dawn’s white breath.</div> -<div class="verse">She wrings her slender, silver hands,</div> -<div class="indent">“God’s curse on love,” she saith.</div> -<div class="verse">“Love binds me with his cruel bands</div> -<div class="indent">That break not save with death.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Now Geoffrey is a huntsman bold</div> -<div class="indent">And slays the mountain deer,</div> -<div class="verse">And Hugh plows up the fragrant mold</div> -<div class="indent">And plucks the ripened ear.</div> -<div class="verse">In friendship would these twain grow old</div> -<div class="indent">Did I not dwell anear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Hugh brings me grapes with sunlight sweet,</div> -<div class="indent">Like globes of amethyst,</div> -<div class="verse">While Geoffrey’s fawn with snowflake feet</div> -<div class="indent">Is corded to my wrist.</div> -<div class="verse">They mutter curses when they meet,</div> -<div class="indent">Their sight dims with red mist.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> -<div class="verse">“And it is love hath done this thing;</div> -<div class="indent">Yea, Geoffrey loves my hair,</div> -<div class="verse">And Hugh lifts up his voice to sing</div> -<div class="indent">That my sad face is fair,</div> -<div class="verse">And love strews poison in the spring</div> -<div class="indent">And fouls the pleasant air.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“But not for my poor loveliness</div> -<div class="indent">Shall blood of brothers flow.</div> -<div class="verse">What is one woman, more or less?</div> -<div class="indent">And what is love but woe!</div> -<div class="verse">I want no murderer’s caress,</div> -<div class="indent">So for love’s sake—I go.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lads, sheathe your knives, no use to fight.</div> -<div class="indent">The lady you would wed</div> -<div class="verse">Shall sleep alone in state tonight</div> -<div class="indent">With candles at her head.</div> -<div class="verse">Lift, friends, this figure still and white</div> -<div class="indent">And bear her to her bed.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">COURT MUSICIANS</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As when in summer-scented days gone by</div> -<div class="indent">The court-musicians, dressed in velvets gay</div> -<div class="indent">And golden silks, would on their gitterns play</div> -<div class="verse">And blend their voices with the strings’ love-cry,</div> -<div class="verse">So that the princess from her tower on high</div> -<div class="indent">Might through the rose-framed window hear their lay,</div> -<div class="indent">And make more splendid the resplendent day</div> -<div class="verse">By leaning out, her choristers to spy;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So now, with weary voice and violin,</div> -<div class="indent">Two court-musicians rend the dusty air.</div> -<div class="verse">Their shrill notes pierce the elevated’s din,</div> -<div class="indent">And thrill a girl’s heart with a pleasure rare.</div> -<div class="verse">For her has sweeter music never been;</div> -<div class="indent">They never saw a princess half so fair.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE DEAD LOVER</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I tire of lovely faces free from pain</div> -<div class="indent4">And free from sin;</div> -<div class="verse">Here none with lips wet with the crimson stain</div> -<div class="indent4">May enter in.</div> -<div class="verse">One thing I lack, and lacking it, am dead—</div> -<div class="indent4">A woman’s heart.</div> -<div class="verse">“She cannot enter here,” an angel said;</div> -<div class="indent4">I will depart.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I have one prayer that I will make to God,</div> -<div class="indent4">That I may stay</div> -<div class="verse">Where lies my body underneath the sod.</div> -<div class="indent4">Then night and day</div> -<div class="verse">I shall be where my dear false love may pass;</div> -<div class="indent4">It will be sweet</div> -<div class="verse">To hear above my head, upon the grass,</div> -<div class="indent4">Her little feet.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE POET’S EPITAPH</h2></div> - - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Dreams fade with morning light,</div> -<div class="indent">Never a morn for thee,</div> -<div class="verse">Dreamer of dreams, good-night.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Over our earthly sight</div> -<div class="indent">Shadows of woe must be;</div> -<div class="verse">Dreams fade with morning light.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Soldiers awake to fight—</div> -<div class="indent">Thou art from strife set free,</div> -<div class="verse">Dreamer of dreams, good-night.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Day breaketh, cruel, white,</div> -<div class="indent">Lovely the forms that flee;</div> -<div class="verse">Dreams fade with morning light.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thine is the sure delight,</div> -<div class="indent">Sleep-visions still to see,</div> -<div class="verse">Dreamer of dreams, good-night.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Pity us from thy height,</div> -<div class="indent">Dawn-haunted slaves are we;</div> -<div class="verse">Dreams fade with morning light,</div> -<div class="verse">Dreamer of dreams, good-night.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE SUBWAY</h2></div> - - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tired clerks, pale girls, street cleaners, business men,</div> -<div class="indent">Boys, priests and harlots, drunkards, students, thieves,</div> -<div class="indent">Each one the pleasant outer sunshine leaves;</div> -<div class="verse">They mingle in this stifling, loud-wheeled pen.</div> -<div class="verse">The gate clangs to—we stir—we sway—and then</div> -<div class="indent">We thunder through the dark. The long train weaves</div> -<div class="indent">Its gloomy way. At last above the eaves</div> -<div class="verse">We see awhile God’s day, then night again.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hurled through the dark—day at Manhattan Street,</div> -<div class="indent">The rest all night. That is my life, it seems.</div> -<div class="verse">Through sunless ways go my reluctant feet.</div> -<div class="indent">The sunlight comes in transitory gleams.</div> -<div class="verse">And yet the darkness makes the light more sweet,</div> -<div class="indent">The perfect light about me—in my dreams.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE OTHER LOVER</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent">I’m home from off the stormy sea,</div> -<div class="indent2">And down the street</div> -<div class="indent">The folk come out to welcome me</div> -<div class="indent2">On eager feet.</div> -<div class="verse">O neighbors, God be with you all,</div> -<div class="verse">But for my true love I must call;</div> -<div class="verse">She lingers in her father’s hall</div> -<div class="indent2">So shy, so sweet!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent">Here is a string of milky pearls</div> -<div class="indent2">For her to wear,</div> -<div class="indent">An amber comb to match the curls</div> -<div class="indent2">Of her bright hair.</div> -<div class="verse">O neighbors, do not crowd me so!</div> -<div class="verse">Stand by! stand by! for I must go</div> -<div class="verse">To put on my love’s hand of snow</div> -<div class="indent2">This gold ring fair.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent">Good dame, why do you block the way</div> -<div class="indent2">And shake your head?</div> -<div class="indent">Must all the things you have to say</div> -<div class="indent2">Just now be said?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> -<div class="verse">O neighbors, let me pass—but why—</div> -<div class="verse">My God, what makes you women cry?</div> -<div class="verse">Come tell me that I too may die!</div> -<div class="indent2">Is my love dead?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="indent">“Nay, Marjorie’s a living thing,</div> -<div class="indent2">And fair and strong.</div> -<div class="indent">Yet did you wait to give your ring</div> -<div class="indent2">A year too long.</div> -<div class="verse">To seek her love there came the Moon;</div> -<div class="verse">Now Marjorie at night and noon</div> -<div class="verse">Is chained and sits alone to croon</div> -<div class="indent2">The Moon’s love-song.”</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">AGE COMES A-WOOING</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With shameless and incessant lust</div> -<div class="verse">Thy tremulous hot hands are thrust</div> -<div class="verse">Upon my body’s loveliness.</div> -<div class="verse">O loathsome Age, thy foul caress</div> -<div class="verse">Puts on my heart a deadly blight,</div> -<div class="verse">Withers my hair to leprous white,</div> -<div class="verse">Binds fetters on my eager feet</div> -<div class="verse">That once on Springtime’s road were fleet</div> -<div class="verse">To bear me to Love’s shining goal.</div> -<div class="verse">Now bitter tides of sorrow roll</div> -<div class="verse">To drown me in a sea of woe</div> -<div class="verse">And God looks on, and wills it so!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Give over thy pursuing, Age!</div> -<div class="verse">Fearest thou not my lover’s rage?</div> -<div class="verse">For he is young and strong of limb,</div> -<div class="verse">Thou canst not stand a bout with him.</div> -<div class="verse">Ah, surely he will laugh to see</div> -<div class="verse">So wan a suitor wooing me.</div> -<div class="verse">Then with wild scorn his heart will swell</div> -<div class="verse">And he will fling thee back to hell.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O Love, that stronger art than Death,</div> -<div class="verse">Enfold me from the burning breath</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Of Age that has grown amorous,</div> -<div class="verse">That sears and blasts me. Even thus,</div> -<div class="verse">Men say, his passionate embrace</div> -<div class="verse">Spoils maids and flowers of their grace,</div> -<div class="verse">And every woman’s fate is cast</div> -<div class="verse">To be his paramour at last.</div> -<div class="verse">And so all lovely things are made</div> -<div class="verse">Shameful, and in the ashes laid,</div> -<div class="verse">To die alone, uncared for. Such</div> -<div class="verse">Is the pollution of his touch.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Stars that have shone since Time began,</div> -<div class="verse">Rivers that saw the birth of man,</div> -<div class="verse">And mountains that are fair and green,</div> -<div class="verse">And were, when Helen was a queen,</div> -<div class="verse">White dreams that never can grow old,</div> -<div class="verse">Stories of love and glory told</div> -<div class="verse">By Homer once, and ballads sung</div> -<div class="verse">Eons ago—ye still are young.</div> -<div class="verse">Tell me the secret of your youth.</div> -<div class="verse">Can any weeping fill with ruth</div> -<div class="verse">Age, that is harsh and pitiless?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nay, they are blind to my distress.</div> -<div class="verse">They have not feared the grasping hand</div> -<div class="verse">Of Age, and cannot understand.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Love saw my whitened hair and laughed</div> -<div class="verse">And bid me drain my bitter draught.</div> -<div class="verse">While in my lover’s startled eyes</div> -<div class="verse">A lurking terror strangely lies.</div> -<div class="verse">There is no place in which to hide</div> -<div class="verse">When Age comes seeking for his bride.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">PRAYER TO BRAGI</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The world-rocking roar of the thunder, the red lightning’s death-dealing flash,</div> -<div class="verse">The wind that rends mountains asunder, the tempest’s sharp, blood-bringing lash,</div> -<div class="verse">Beneficent silvery rivers that stream from the dream-laden moon,</div> -<div class="verse">And crimsoning fire that delivers bound life at the sun’s freeing noon;</div> -<div class="verse">These swell like a marvellous ocean, all throbbing and leaping and strong,</div> -<div class="verse">O Bragi, in thy magic potion of pain and of sweetness and song!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The life-blood of Kvasir was taken, sharp heart-seeking knives made him bleed,</div> -<div class="verse">But still shall his spirit awaken in singers who drink of thy mead.</div> -<div class="verse">The honey from forests of flowers, poured out as the milk from the kine,</div> -<div class="verse">It flows through the undying hours from lips that are wet with thy wine.</div> -<div class="verse">O Bragi, dear master of singing, song-thirsty I beg for thy dole!</div> -<div class="verse">To thy knees, a suppliant clinging, I pray for a draught from thy bowl.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">IMITATION OF RICHEPIN’S<br /> -BALLADE OF THE BEGGARS’ KING</h2></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hey, come to me, you slipshod race,</div> -<div class="indent">Picklocks and squealing bagpipe crew,</div> -<div class="verse">Come, strumpet, knave and monkey-face,</div> -<div class="indent">Come loafers, I’m the lad for you!</div> -<div class="indent">Come ragged cloak and tattered shoe,</div> -<div class="verse">Your wild, hot liberty I sing,</div> -<div class="indent">For I am of your nation, too,</div> -<div class="verse">The poet is the beggars’ king.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You playthings of the copper’s mace,</div> -<div class="indent">You toys of wind and rain and dew,</div> -<div class="verse">You whom the yelping watchdogs chase,</div> -<div class="indent">Whom blows and noisome ills pursue,</div> -<div class="indent">Whose paltry rags the wind strikes through</div> -<div class="verse">As through some rotten paper thing,</div> -<div class="indent">To whom nor want nor woe is new,</div> -<div class="verse">The poet is the beggars’ king.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You hoboes, whom the sun’s embrace</div> -<div class="indent">Has burned to darkly golden hue,</div> -<div class="verse">You trollops, full of love and grace,</div> -<div class="indent">Whom half a hundred lovers woo,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> -<div class="indent">You little crawling babies who</div> -<div class="verse">Just wear your hides for costuming,</div> -<div class="indent">Old toothless men with noses blue,</div> -<div class="verse">The poet is the beggars’ king.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="versecenter"><small>L’ENVOI</small></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My subjects all and vassals true,</div> -<div class="indent">Come, give me royal welcoming,</div> -<div class="verse">May booze be plenty, bulls be few,</div> -<div class="indent">The poet is the beggars’ king.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">LOVE AND THE FOWLER’S BOY</h2></div> - -<p class="center">(Bion IV, 14.)</p> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lo, the fowler’s little lad,</div> -<div class="indent">Through the woodland straying,</div> -<div class="verse">Sight of winged Love hath had</div> -<div class="indent">In the branches playing.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Ah,” he cries, “a bonnie prey!”</div> -<div class="indent">Sets his bow to wing him.</div> -<div class="verse">Cupid blows the dart away</div> -<div class="indent">That to earth would bring him.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now the boy in angry woe</div> -<div class="indent">Casts away his quiver</div> -<div class="verse">To his master straight doth go</div> -<div class="indent">And the tale deliver.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Saith the sage, “Nay, not for thee</div> -<div class="indent">Such a bird to harry.</div> -<div class="verse">From the haunted forest flee</div> -<div class="indent">Where such creatures tarry.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Though it now escape thy dart</div> -<div class="indent">Let not tears be flowing,</div> -<div class="verse">It will light upon thy heart</div> -<div class="indent">Ere thy beard be growing.”</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE WAY OF LOVE</h2></div> - -<p class="center">(An Old Legend.)</p> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When darkness hovers over earth</div> -<div class="indent">And day gives place to night,</div> -<div class="verse">Then lovers see the Milky Way</div> -<div class="indent">Gleam mystically bright,</div> -<div class="verse">And calling it the Way of Love</div> -<div class="indent">They hail it with delight.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She was a lady wondrous fair</div> -<div class="indent">A right brave lover he,</div> -<div class="verse">And sooth they suffered grievous pain</div> -<div class="indent">And sorrowed mightily,</div> -<div class="verse">For they were parted during life</div> -<div class="indent">By leagues of land and sea.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She died. Then Death came to the man.</div> -<div class="indent">He met him joyfully,</div> -<div class="verse">And said, “Thou Angel Death, well met!</div> -<div class="indent">Quick, do thy will with me,</div> -<div class="verse">That I may haste to greet my love</div> -<div class="indent">In Heaven’s company.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Now on one side of Heaven he dwelt</div> -<div class="indent">And on the other, she.</div> -<div class="verse">And broad between them stretched sheer space</div> -<div class="indent">Whereon no way might be,</div> -<div class="verse">The empty, yawning, awful depth,</div> -<div class="indent">Unplumbed infinity.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The deathless spheric melody</div> -<div class="indent">Came gently to his ear,</div> -<div class="verse">And dulcet notes, the harmonies</div> -<div class="indent">Of Seraphs chanting near.</div> -<div class="verse">He heeded not for listening</div> -<div class="indent">His lady’s voice to hear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Saints and Martyrs round him ranged</div> -<div class="indent">A goodly company,</div> -<div class="verse">The Virgin, robed in radiance,</div> -<div class="indent">The Holy Trinity.</div> -<div class="verse">He heeded not, but strained his eyes</div> -<div class="indent">His lady’s face to see.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At last from far across the void</div> -<div class="indent">Her voice came, faint and sweet.</div> -<div class="verse">The bright-hued walls of Paradise</div> -<div class="indent">Did the glad sound repeat;</div> -<div class="verse">The distant stars on which she stood</div> -<div class="indent">Shone bright beneath her feet.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> -<div class="verse">“Dear Love,” she said, “Oh, come to me!</div> -<div class="indent">I cannot see your face.</div> -<div class="verse">O will not Lord Christ grant to us</div> -<div class="indent">To cross this sea of space?”</div> -<div class="verse">Then thrilled his heart with Love’s own might.</div> -<div class="indent">He answered, by Love’s grace.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“The world is wide, and Heaven is wide,</div> -<div class="indent">From me to thee is far,</div> -<div class="verse">Alas! across Infinity</div> -<div class="indent">No passageways there are.</div> -<div class="verse">Sweetheart, I’ll make my way to thee,</div> -<div class="indent">I’ll build it, star by star!”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Through all the curving vault of sky</div> -<div class="indent">His lusty blows rang out.</div> -<div class="verse">He smote the jewel-studded walls</div> -<div class="indent">And with a mighty shout</div> -<div class="verse">He tore the gleaming masonry</div> -<div class="indent">And posts that stood about.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He strove to build a massive bridge</div> -<div class="indent">That should the chasm span.</div> -<div class="verse">With heart upheld by hope and love</div> -<div class="indent">His great task he began,</div> -<div class="verse">And toiled and labored doughtily</div> -<div class="indent">To work his God-like plan.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> -<div class="verse">He took the heavy beams of gold</div> -<div class="indent">That round him he did see;</div> -<div class="verse">The beryl, jacinth, sardius,</div> -<div class="indent">That shone so brilliantly,</div> -<div class="verse">And no fair jewel would he spare</div> -<div class="indent">So zealously worked he.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He stole the gorgeous tinted stuffs</div> -<div class="indent">Whereof are sunsets made,</div> -<div class="verse">And his rude, grasping, eager hands</div> -<div class="indent">On little stars he laid;</div> -<div class="verse">To rob God’s sacred treasure-house</div> -<div class="indent">He was no whit afraid.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And so for centuries he worked.</div> -<div class="indent">Across the void at last</div> -<div class="verse">A bridge of precious mold did stand</div> -<div class="indent">Completed, strong and fast.</div> -<div class="verse">So now the faithful lovers met</div> -<div class="indent">And all their woe was past.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But soon a shining angel guard</div> -<div class="indent">Sped to the throne of gold</div> -<div class="verse">And said, “Lord, see yon new-made bridge,</div> -<div class="indent">A mortal, overbold,</div> -<div class="verse">Has built it, scorning thy desire!”</div> -<div class="indent">Straightway the tale he told.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Then said: “Now, Master, Thou mayst see</div> -<div class="indent">The thing that has been wrought.</div> -<div class="verse">Speak, then, the word, stretch forth Thine hand</div> -<div class="indent">That with the speed of thought</div> -<div class="verse">This poor presumptuous work may fall</div> -<div class="indent">And crumble into naught.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">God looked upon the angel then</div> -<div class="indent">And on the bridge below.</div> -<div class="verse">Then with His smile of majesty</div> -<div class="indent">He said: “Let all things know,</div> -<div class="verse">This bridge, which has by Love been built,</div> -<div class="indent">I will not overthrow.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When darkness hovers over earth</div> -<div class="indent">And day gives place to night,</div> -<div class="verse">Then lovers see the Milky Way</div> -<div class="indent">Gleam mystically bright,</div> -<div class="verse">And calling it the Way of Love,</div> -<div class="indent">They hail it with delight.</div> -</div></div></div> - - - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Summer of Love, by Joyce Kilmer - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SUMMER OF LOVE *** - -***** This file should be named 62503-h.htm or 62503-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/6/2/5/0/62503/ - -Produced by Tim Lindell, David E. 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