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-The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Hoofs of Pegasus, by M. Letitia Stockett
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-Title: The Hoofs of Pegasus
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- THE HOOFS OF PEGASUS
-
- BY
- M. LETITIA STOCKETT
-
- 1923
- THE NORMAN, REMINGTON COMPANY
- PUBLISHERS BALTIMORE
-
- Copyright, 1923, by
- THE NORMAN, REMINGTON COMPANY
-
- Published November, 1923.
-
- PRINTED IN THE U.S.A.
-
- TO
- MARY SHIPLEY MILLS
-
- _The thanks of the author are due to Winfred
- Douglas for his criticism and help in arranging
- the material in this book; and to the editors
- of Poetry (Chicago), Contemporary Verse, The
- Literary Review and The Bowling Green for
- permission to include in this collection the
- poems which first appeared in these magazines._
-
-
-
-
-TABLE OF CONTENTS
-
-
- PEGASUS 13
- IN OCTOBER 14
- SLEEP 15
- FREE 16
- OUR LADY OF UNDERSTANDING 17
- AT EVENTIDE 18
- SACRAMENT 19
- TRUTH IN A WELL 20
- SILENCE 21
- JEWELS 22
- THE POOL 23
- LARKSPUR 24
- SOUNDS 25
- TO SALARI’S MADONNA 26
- THE BATHERS 27
- AT THE SYMPHONY 28
- WEDDING SONG 29
- FEBRUARY 30
- TO THE FOUR ARCHANGELS 31
- A PRISONER 32
- AFTERWARD 34
- THE ASCENT OF ISHTAR 35
- DISCOVERY 37
- POMEGRANATES 38
- TO BOTTICELLI’S VENUS 39
- HAGAR 40
- THE PIPER 41
- THE JUDAS TREE 42
- WAITING 43
- THE LAST FURROW 44
- HORSE CHESTNUTS 46
- THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER 47
- THE FALLOW FIELDS 48
- THE PATTERAN 49
- TO A MUSICIAN 50
- TEMPO 51
- TO SCRIABINE: L’EXTASE 52
- ADAM ASLEEP 53
- AN OLD HOUSE 54
- MOONRISE 55
- CAGED 56
-
-
-
-
-THE HOOFS OF PEGASUS
-
-
-
-
-PEGASUS
-
-
- Once in a saffron twilight, rich with the sound of bells,
- In a dim meadow straying, high on the lonely fells,
- I saw Pegasus, winged Pegasus, cropping the asphodels.
-
- His neck was clothed with thunder, his feet with strength were shod;
- Terrible in his beauty, he grazed on the starry sod,
- A white, untameable beauty, a stallion fit for a god.
-
- Meekly he ranged unfettered; his wings were wet with dew,
- And where they trailed in the blossomy grass, a misty rainbow grew,
- Those strong, exultant pinions that trample the windy blue.
-
- Then suddenly he raised his head. I felt the pulsing beat
- Of his valiant hoofs. He sprang on the track of the stars, unleashed
- and fleet.
- I was alone; but deep in the grass was the print of his deathless
- feet.
-
-
-
-
-IN OCTOBER
-
-
- In a shower of ruddy gold
- From a thinning tree
- Jove comes down.
- Naked, brown,
- The earth lies Danae.
-
- Still she lies with hushed breath;
- Through each dreaming clod
- Runs the fire
- Of desire,
- Passion of a god.
-
- Danae lies in her dark tower.
- On a March hillside
- Springs the wheat—
- There the feet
- Of young Perseus stride.
-
-
-
-
-SLEEP
-
-
- Last night I slid into the sea of sleep,
- Translucent, cool and deep.
- I left my dusty self upon the sand
- Like an old garment. Naked, free,
- I felt the waves close over me;
- The curious, eager water pressed
- Against the white curve of my breast.
- Then deep, deep
- Through the green depths I sank
- Into the sea of sleep.
-
- This morning I rose out of the dark tide,
- I rose through darkness, and there was no light,
- No radiance to illume
- The dusk; only the pallid gloom
- Of sleep. First green, then blue,
- Then the thin water parted, and the sun shone through.
- There lay my body; strangely it was I.
-
- What did I bring back from the soundless deep
- From that grey, ancient sea of sleep:—
-
- The glint of sunken gold, the plaintive knell
- Of some drowned bell,
- Remembrance vague and dim
- Of ghostly argosies,
- The misty shores of far Hesperides,
- The wraith of mermaids beckoning white and slim,
- The faint sea-music of a curvéd shell.
-
-
-
-
-FREE
-
-
- I am a beggar maiden,
- I sleep beneath a thorn,
- At night my tree is thick with stars,
- I see the slender horn
- Of the young moon,
- I see the clean
- Essential light of morn.
-
- The King Cophetua and his Queen
- Ride by disdainfully;
- He glitters like a dragonfly,
- A scornful mouth has she—
- A curled red leaf—
- Yet she was once
- A beggar maid like me.
-
- The spearmen ride before them.
- My path no mortal knows;
- A ruby smoulders on her brow,
- My thicket yields a rose.
- Dance, dusty feet!
- I’m glad I’m not
- The maid Cophetua chose.
-
-
-
-
-OUR LADY OF UNDERSTANDING
-
-
- Our Lady understands
- Though prayerful are her folded hands;
- Her face is pale
- Within the azure shadow of her veil.
- Here in this shrine she seems remote, apart,
- For the dim centuries have quenched her fire,
- The slow years molded her to their desire.
- Ah, still she knows
- The ecstasy that glows
- In my wild heart!
- Once, not submissive, meek
- With pensive brow and duteous cheek,
- There came a cry exultant, strong;
- “My soul doth magnify the Lord!”
- Clear as a ringing sword
- I hear her song.
- In high humility
- She knew herself to be
- The Chosen of God, the Gate of the Divine.
- I kneel before her shrine,
- I gaze upon her tranquil face,
- Hail Mary, full of grace!
- I, too, know Love,
- And I am humble, proud, and wise.
- Our Lady understands
- All joy, all woe;
- The Son of God she laid to rest
- Upon her breast,
- She knew the wounded Hands,
- And there is nothing else to know.
-
-
-
-
-AT EVENTIDE
-
-
- I shall light the candle,
- You will play for me
- In the winter twilight
- A quiet melody.
-
- Let there be no sorrow
- In your song, or tears,
- Let all grief be ended,
- All the iron years.
-
- Set our love to music,
- Like a rose in June,
- All the summer’s beauty
- In one slender tune.
-
-
-
-
-SACRAMENT
-
-
- As up and down the fields I went,
- The fields of trembling wheat,
- Under the high blue heavens of June
- In summer’s poppied heat,
- I worked at homely common tasks
- Sharp stubble ’neath my feet.
- But I was not alone; I knew
- A comradeship most sweet.
-
- For as I gathered up the sheaves
- And bound the heavy grain,
- One whispered: “Yea, the world needs Food;
- Hungry it goes, and fain
- Am I to be its Bread, and give
- My Body for its pain.
- For this I lay in the dark earth
- Through sun and singing rain.”
-
- Into the vineyard I was sent,
- There One was keeping tryst.
- I cut the grapes—how beautiful
- Their bloomy amethyst!
- He said “This is my Blood, the Wine
- Poured for the world, ye wist.
- In wheat and grape ye work with me
- To make my Eucharist.”
-
-
-
-
-TRUTH IN A WELL
-
-
- I peered into a well, and saw
- The blue, blue eye of God
- Look into mine far from the sun,
- Far from the friendly sod.
-
- And suddenly I was afraid—
- The old wives’ tales are true—
- God is the truth hid in a well,
- How dread His gaze, how blue!
-
-
-
-
-SILENCE
-
-
- We are still;
- There are no words.
- Across the sky
- A wedge of birds
- Flies northward. Brown and thinned,
- A brittle leaf rasps in the wind.
- The sun creeps on from tree to tree.
-
- We are still.
- Were a word spoken,
- Like a troubled pool
- Is silence broken.
- Better far be dumb.
- There are depths no stone could plumb;
- Circles widen endlessly.
-
-
-
-
-JEWELS
-
-
- Emerald, ruby, amethyst,
- Sardius, beryl, topaz, jade;
- All the ramparts round high Heaven
- Of these shining stones are made.
-
- But to beggars who must trudge
- Parched roads with weary feet,
- God has flung His jewels down
- In the very city street.
-
- In this meager dusty square
- Lindens bud in emerald mist
- Lilacs burdened with perfume
- Bloom in heavenly amethyst.
-
- Here is water crystal clear,
- Virgin jade is not more green.
- At the pool’s edge Judas trees
- Starred with ruby blossoms lean.
-
- Emerald, topaz, amethyst,
- Glittering unearthly bright,
- Scattered by the hand of God,
- Beryl, sardius, chrysolite.
-
-
-
-
-THE POOL
-
-
- There is a pool
- Silent, dark and still,
- It holds the patterns of the trees
- The polished lacquered traceries
- Until a whimpering breeze
- Breaks the design at will.
-
- And through those waters dart
- Eyeless fish and blind,
- Some silver coloured as a star
- Or crimson as a bloody scar,
- Sinister their beauties are
- Like mad thoughts in the mind.
-
- Stranger than scaly thing
- Or imaged leaf,
- I see myself a shadow there,
- The fish are gliding through my hair
- My dull eyes have a fixed stare
- Drowned in the pool of grief.
-
-
-
-
-LARKSPUR
-
-
- Out in the garden as you played,
- A breeze moved to and fro
- Across my bed of larkspur
- In grave adagio.
-
- The wind with touch most delicate,
- Went up and down the scale—
- Wine-dark, frail amethyst, and blue,
- Blue as Our Lady’s veil.
-
- You played softly to yourself,
- Your brown hands on the keys;
- And God with larkspur,
- You with sound, were making harmonies.
-
-
-
-
-SOUNDS
-
-
- I shut my eyes and all around
- The room is murmurous with sound,
- Small lovely sounds without, within,
- Faint as a muted violin.
-
- On the low roof the quiet rain
- Falls hushingly in wistful strain,
- It makes soft music in the leaves,
- And drips staccato from the eaves.
-
- A grey moth flutters her frail wings
- Against the glass; the kettle sings.
- Someone is reading low and clear
- Of Roncesvalles and Oliver.
-
- And with this voice all sounds are blent
- In pensive slow accompaniment,
- A melody made up of rain,
- Young leaves, a grey moth on the pane.
-
-
-
-
-TO SALARI’S MADONNA
-
-
- O little Son who draweth life from me,
- How deep a mystery.
- The very source of life thou art,
- And yet thou liest on my heart.
-
- O little Son, joy pierceth me.
- Is thus fulfilled the old man’s prophecy?
- Sweet, sweet thy lips! Nay, little Son,
- “A sword, a sword”, said Simeon.
-
-
-
-
-THE BATHERS
-
-
- All in the misty weather,
- When clouds were hanging low,
- I trod a leafy woodland path
- Long, long ago.
-
- The cold green light of morning
- Shivered among the trees,
- The little leaves were tremulous,
- Stirred by an eery breeze.
-
- And then to me was given
- A sight that one might dream,
- Three maidens white and glistening,
- Bathing in a stream.
-
- One floated idly drifting,
- One shook her wet locks free,
- One stood as slender as a boy,
- As white as ivory;
-
- Naked, unshamed, untrammelled;
- Ah, never did they know,
- I saw three maidens bathing
- Long, long ago.
-
-
-
-
-AT THE SYMPHONY
-
-
- The lights grow dim. There comes a hush.
- Then swiftly in a mighty rush
- As of great waters, over me
- Break the slow surges of the symphony.
-
- With a vast sweep majestical
- Like emerald waves that topling fall
- In foam, far off and faint begins
- The swelling beauty of the violins.
-
- Silence. On some far beach I’ve heard
- The high sweet keening of a bird.
- Now all the instruments are mute
- But the rich music of a lonely flute.
-
- Once more the wave is poised to break,
- Once more the wind-swept water shake
- My soul; and in this harmony
- I know the splendour of the trampling sea.
-
-
-
-
-WEDDING SONG
-
-
- This is her room. The sunlight lies
- In squares upon the floor.
- Here are her books, the ivory god
- She brought from Singapore.
-
- Here she stood in shining white
- Her hands were kind and cool,
- Her eyes were very still that day,
- Serene and beautiful.
-
- Out in the sun the garden glowed
- And I remember this:
- The fragrance of the grapes, a shower
- Of starry clematis.
-
-
-
-
-FEBRUARY
-
-
- All the rhythms of life are slow
- All the streams are choked with snow,
- Evening skies are pale,
- The very stars are still,
- On the long slope of the hill
- Woodsmoke weaves a pattern frail.
-
- No cloak, no pretense here;
- The earth is clean as a naked spear,
- Beauty is stripped bare;
- But she will stoop as winter lingers
- To pluck arbutus with expectant fingers,
- And weave the cold sweet blossoms in her hair.
-
-
-
-
-TO THE FOUR ARCHANGELS
-
-
- If Michael lent his splintering lance
- And his blue eager blade,
- Though you with scaly dragons fight
- You would not be afraid.
-
- If Gabriel should stoop to you,
- A rainbow in his wings,
- What luminous secrets you would know,
- What wise and simple things!
-
- If Raphael with you should strive
- Until the stars grew dim,
- Angelic vigour would be yours,
- The strength of Seraphim.
-
- If on your sight great Uriel burned,
- Whose feet with fire are shod,
- He’d touch your earthly song of praise
- Into a flame for God.
-
- Michael, Gabriel, Raphael,
- Holy Uriel, guard you well.
-
-
-
-
-A PRISONER
-
-
- A prisoner am I.
- In fivefold gyves and strong
- I shall be captive, bound,
- My whole life long.
- But fettered, I shall make my bonds
- Into a shining song.
-
- For if it were not for the chains I bear
- I should be unaware
- Of the frail splendour of a peacock pacing slow,
- Rich, opalescent dyes,
- Blue, green, bronze-burnished, lustrous argent eyes—
- A fanfarade
- Of lapis, azure, emerald and jade—
- A glory of spread plumes where shattered rainbows played.
-
- And never should I know
- The sound of running water soft and low,
- The hushed grey music of a summer rain,
- A plain song cadence, beautiful and strange,
- Old wistful chants scarred with lost Eden’s pain.
-
- Nor should I mark the rough austerity
- Of surf, the rude caress of waves that buffet me.
- Or find delight
- In the cool touch of smoothéd ivory.
-
- And always I should lack
- The scent of burning leaves, the poignant smack
- Of box; or heliotrope in the hot sun;
- Primroses opening their pale stars one by one.
-
- Then, too, I should forego the savour of fresh bread.
- Clear-dripping honey thick with the perfume
- Of the red clover bloom.
- And never should I cool my parchéd mouth
- With luscious apricots, warm, tinctured of the South.
-
- God, when my body must
- Return to dust,
- O let me be
- Not utterly set free
- From these my friendly bonds!
- O let me use them there, as here, for Thee
- With deeper rapture, keener ecstasy.
-
-
-
-
-AFTERWARD
-
-
- Now I remember very plain:
- A sumac leaf was red,
- The bloom of grape was on the hills,
- The river was a twisted thread.
-
- That day I marked not leaf nor hill,
- Nor rivers to the sea—
- I was my lover’s garden closed,
- I was his tower of ivory.
-
-
-
-
-THE ASCENT OF ISHTAR
-
-
- At the first gate they gave the veil to Ishtar:
- On earth a pear tree trembles into bloom,
- The poplar weaves a web of changeful green and silver,
- Lord Tammuz comes back from his dusty tomb.
-
- At the second gate they sped her on the journey,
- They gave her bracelets for her hands and slender feet:
- Through the reeds the wind goes piping, piping,
- The flutes of Tammuz are piping shrill and sweet.
-
- And the jewelled circlet they bound about her waist.
- Can a ruby make the Daughter of the Moon more fair?
- Like bright spears in battle are the young men,
- And the maidens braid the pomegranate blossoms in their hair.
-
- About the breasts of Ishtar they bound the sumptuous ornaments.
- The necklace they surrendered, and caused her to depart.
- And the cedar knows the Lady’s strength and her dominions,
- For the Dweller in the Morning Star makes strong the cedar’s heart.
-
- At the sixth gate they brought to Lady Ishtar
- The ear-rings, lovely as the silver-threaded rain;
- On the housetops there is the pleasant sound of showers,
- And on the slopes the green swords of grain.
-
- At the seventh gate they crowned the Queen of Heaven,
- She has brought back Tammuz from the house of death.
- The winter is past, the rain is gone and over,
- And sweet is the vineyard in the south wind’s breath.
-
-
-
-
-DISCOVERY
-
-
- A bird to me was just a bird,
- A feathered thing one often heard
- Piping in the early dawn
- In the lilacs on the lawn.
- But from you I learned to see
- All the beauty there can be
- In the birds—the deep wood note
- Throbbing in the veery’s throat,
- A cardinal adventuring by
- As if a poppy tried to fly.
- God speaks indeed from bush and tree
- Since you discovered birds for me.
-
-
-
-
-POMEGRANATES
-
-
- In city streets the blue dusk falls.
- The lights prick out. Folks hurry by.
- Buses are thronged. Sleek motors flash.
- “Extra—ship sunk!” the newsboys cry.
-
- Before a little shop I pause
- Where Pietro sells, strange, precious fruit,
- Great globes of scarlet, heaps of gold
- Barbaric as a pirate’s loot.
-
- I see pomegranates glowing there,
- And I forget the strident night,
- I hear the song of Solomon—
- “Return, return, O Shulamite.
-
- Thy lips are like a scarlet thread,
- O prince’s daughter, thou art fair;
- Thy garments are perfumed with myrrh,
- With aloes drips thy braided hair.”
-
- Dim fragrant gardens close me in,
- The city as a dream has gone,
- And from the South I feel the winds
- Blow soft from cedared Lebanon.
-
-
-
-
-TO BOTTICELLI’S VENUS
-
-
- In the early dawning before the sun had risen
- The wind piped mournfully along the lonely sand,
- The sea lay desolate, sunless, desolate,
- There was no light upon the deep or light upon the land.
-
- Before the sun had risen in the cold green twilight
- Came a Lady from the foam, a Lady wistful eyed,
- The crinkled waves beneath her feet ran eagerly before her,
- She drifted in from alien seas at the turn of the tide.
-
- Light came into the world with her. I knelt before her beauty,
- Her pure and awful nakedness unaware of shame,
- Her slender fingers hiding the apple of her bosom,
- Her red gold hair unfilleted blown like a windy flame.
-
- Softly blew the winds about her, softly fell the blossoms,
- But in her face was sorrow for the long years to be:
- The kiss beneath the olives, the anguish of betrayal,
- Her grief was for the wounds of Love, Our Lady of the Sea.
-
-
-
-
-HAGAR
-
-
- The desert trembles in the heat
- The water pools are bitter.
- Boy, we follow the camel track;
- Sarah rides in a scarlet litter.
-
- Here is the water, Ishmael,
- The bread your father gave.
- Sarah crumbles a wheaten cake,
- Her cup is filled by an eager slave.
-
- Tonight our tent is hung with stars.
- In comfort Sarah rests.
- Abram dreams of the bondwoman,
- Of Hagar’s brown breasts.
-
- Lord Osiris hear me!
- Isis, Heavenly One!
- All men’s hands are against me,
- But mine was the first-born son.
-
-
-
-
-THE PIPER
-
-
- You laid your slender fingers,
- Your fingers long and brown,
- Upon the pipes, and lured me
- Far from the stolid town.
-
- You piped me to the greenwood,
- And there, when grace was said,
- We brake and ate together
- The fairy’s secret bread.
-
- Oh then my ears were opened
- And magically I heard
- The small leaves talk together,
- The gossip of a bird.
-
- Bewitched? There is no telling:
- But always, till I’m dead,
- I’ll hear your silver piping
- And eat your fairy bread.
-
-
-
-
-THE JUDAS TREE
-
-
- Winter to my tree has lent
- Beauty clean and innocent,
- Here no purple flowers blow,
- But crystal blossoms of the snow,
- Every crooked bough is set
- With starry petals delicate.
-
- Judas flung the silver down,
- And hanged himself beyond the town:
- Spring returns. The traitor blood
- Quickens in each scarlet bud.
- Frost and snow remember not—
- Mercy on Iscariot.
-
-
-
-
-WAITING
-
-
- I will be silent,
- But in the hush
- My heart will sing
- Like a hermit thrush.
-
- I will be silent
- I’ll say no word,
- My love shall burn
- Like a flame unstirred.
-
- I will be silent,
- My joy I’ll hide,
- And wait as the sand
- For the turn of tide.
-
-
-
-
-THE LAST FURROW
-
-(ON EDWARD CALVERT’S WOODCUT)
-
-
- And suddenly my field was Heaven:
- I saw a shepherd stand
- On the edge of my ploughed land,
- And every dusty furrow shone with gold.
- And every leaf and blade of grass
- Whose common loveliness I had let pass
- Now did unfold
- New beauties to my sight.
- God was that Shepherd garmented in light.
-
- And there was singing:
- In a beechen wood
- Three maidens stood
- And with their music praised God
- In a sweet and pleasant hymn.
- They danced, three maidens white and slim
- A measure, delicately trod.
- He loves no sad austerities,
- God is well praised by nymphs beneath the trees.
-
- My field was Heaven.
- An angel sped
- With a bright bolt, and pierced the Serpent’s head,
- Satan is under heel. Good beasts, enthralled,
- Velvet mole, and leathern wing,
- Worm with fiery sting,
- And every noisome slug that crawled
- Are all set free. God is not in some alien place.
- In my ploughed field I saw the brightness of his face.
-
-
-
-
-HORSE CHESTNUTS
-
-
- In April my horse chestnuts
- Were beautiful to see!
- Tapers set on every bough
- Like candles on a tree.
- But now in late October
- With frosty nights and cold
- There is more poignant beauty
- In their dim tarnished gold.
-
-
-
-
-THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER
-
-
- Then Jesus said, “I thirst”, and there was one
- Who filled a spunge, and put it to His mouth—
- An unknown Roman soldier—his the joy
- In the three hours to quench that sacred drouth.
-
- They had been dicing, and the seamless coat
- Had fallen to him. Now the thick darkness came
- Over the land. He watched the Crucified
- Wondering, in doubt, this soldier without name.
-
- “Bacchus! The Jew knew how to die. The nails
- Were blunt. He neither railed nor cursed.
- Even the sturdy thief had called him ‘Lord’”.
- At the ninth hour there came the cry, “I thirst”.
-
- The Roman held the vinegar to his lips,
- And looked with pity on His dying Face.
- O Unknown Soldier, pray for me to give
- My love’s poor wine, and give it with such grace.
-
-
-
-
-THE FALLOW FIELDS
-
-
- Let the fields lie fallow
- Bare and brown.
- Let the great winds stride over them
- And the snow come down.
-
- Let them lie open to the sun
- To the patient rain,
- And the dews whiten them
- E’er they yield again.
-
- Plough in the sturdy weed,
- The common flower,
- Let their wild vigor yield
- A lusty dower.
-
- Then after sun and snow
- After dew and sleet
- From the earth will spring the green
- Flame of the wheat.
-
-
-
-
-THE PATTERAN
-
-
- I’m married to a proper wife,
- My home is clean and neat,
- But I hear the gypsies calling me,
- I love the dancing feet.
-
- I long to up and follow them
- Over the rolling moor;
- I sicken of my own hearth-fire,
- The lilacs by the door.
-
- I long to see the sweep of stars
- Wheel nightly overhead;
- I want the four strong winds to be
- The four posts of my bed.
-
- I long to wake at dawn
- When all the world is grey and cool,
- And slip into the lonely depth
- Of a mountain pool.
-
- Three meals my wife sets for me—
- Enough for any man.
- But on her freshly sanded floor
- I see the patteran.
-
-
-
-
-TO A MUSICIAN
-
-
- I thought that only God could make the rain,
- But when you laid your hands upon the keys
- The room was full of gentle harmonies—
- An eager shower pattering on the pane,
- The hushed and wistful tread
- Of rain at night that marches overhead,
- The kind, grey rain that stills the windy trees.
-
- I thought that only God could make a star,
- But I have heard your fingers build the sky,
- Have watched the yellow dusk of autumn die
- And night creep up the east immense and far,
- Then glittering and bright,
- I’ve seen the Hunter girt with silver light,
- Orion with his shining hounds sweep by.
-
- I thought that only God could make the sea,
- But in your music the unbounded deep
- Is gathered up as in a treasure heap—
- Calm spaces, rocks where singing tides run free,
- The cloudy-emerald foam
- Ships on the world’s dim verge, far, far from home,
- And pools unrippled where the hushed winds sleep.
-
-
-
-
-TEMPO
-
-
- My body could play delicate tunes,
- Music exquisite and thin,
- But I must keep it in its case
- Like a violin.
-
- A Scherzo prances in my blood,
- Mercurial and quick;
- I pirouette—the box snaps tight
- With a malicious click.
-
- A Saraband is not for me,
- It makes the varnish crack.
- I must play a grave, grave tune
- Slow and elegiac!
-
-
-
-
-TO SCRIABINE: L’EXTASE
-
-
- Not with the drums, the throbbing scarlet drums,
- Not with the voice of a silver flute,
- Not with the brazen clangour of cymbals,
- Nor the trumpets slitting the silence;
- Not with the maelstrom of sound
- Monstrous, prodigious,
- Comes ecstasy.
- But with stillness
- As when a flame burns unflickering
- In far, empty places;
- With the quiet of a leaf falling in the forest;
- With the hush of the elevation of the Host.
-
-
-
-
-ADAM ASLEEP
-
-
- Far away I hear the voices of four rivers flowing,
- Wings in the thicket, and the four winds blowing.
- Adam sleeps in Eden. In this still place
- I lie within his circling arm and look upon his face.
-
- God walks in the garden when the day is cool,
- But the face of Adam is far more beautiful;
- He is like the splendour of the sun at noon,
- And the slope of his body like the white young moon.
-
- Of what is he dreaming as he lies at rest?
- Of God in the Garden? Or Lilith’s breast?
- Adam sleeps in Eden, but down in the brake
- I watch the cool glitter of a painted snake.
-
-
-
-
-AN OLD HOUSE
-
-
- I love an old house,
- It is like an aged face,
- The worn lines,
- The strange, defeated grace.
-
- Sorrow looks through these windows
- Through the crooked glass.
- And the sill is hollow
- Where Death’s feet pass.
-
- But there is yet a beauty,
- A triumph, a haughty thrust;
- The meek defiance of ancient loveliness
- Before the dust is dust.
-
-
-
-
-MOONRISE
-
-
- Like a white lotus flower the moon unfolds
- Her luminous petals and the stars grow pale.
- Vague mists withdraw, grey shadows o’er the water
- Shadows of twilight tremulous and frail.
- The flutes of dusk are still; new worlds unveil;
- God for such moments made the nightingale.
-
- And yet, O Philomel, thou couldst not chant
- From the cool shadow of a cedar tree,
- So high a lay as this I hear in rapture,
- The song his utter silence sings to me.
- Of the brown earth is thy winged melody.
- But God is in this wordless ecstasy.
-
-
-
-
-CAGED
-
-
- I have a caged bird,
- He beats the bars;
- Wild and bright his eyes,
- On his breast, scars.
-
- An oriole whistles;
- My bird has not a note,
- Though I can see the song
- Trembling in his throat.
-
- Other birds fly south
- To the green pampas floor,
- But in the blue air
- Mine spreads his wings no more.
-
- I have a caged bird,
- He neither flies nor sings,
- But when the house is still
- I hear the beat of wings.
-
-
-
-
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-
-<h1>THE HOOFS OF PEGASUS</h1>
-<hr class="r5" />
-<p class="f150"><small>BY</small><br />M. LETITIA STOCKETT</p>
-
-<p class="center space-above2">1923</p>
-<p class="center">THE NORMAN, REMINGTON COMPANY<br />
-PUBLISHERS&nbsp;&emsp;&nbsp;BALTIMORE</p>
-
-<p class="center space-above2">Copyright, 1923, by<br />
-THE NORMAN, REMINGTON COMPANY</p>
-
-<p class="center space-above2">Published November, 1923.</p>
-
-<p class="center">PRINTED IN THE U.S.A.</p>
-
-<hr class="r5" />
-<p class="center">TO<br />MARY SHIPLEY MILLS</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p class="blockquot no-indent"> <i>The thanks of the author are due to Winfred
-Douglas for his criticism and help in arranging the material in this
-book; and to the editors of Poetry (Chicago), Contemporary Verse, The
-Literary Review and The Bowling Green for permission to include in this
-collection the poems which first appeared in these magazines.</i> </p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<div class="chapter"><h2>TABLE OF CONTENTS</h2></div>
-
-<table border="0" cellspacing="0" summary="TOC" cellpadding="0" >
- <tbody><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Pegasus</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">In October</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Sleep</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Free</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Our Lady of Understanding&nbsp;&emsp;&nbsp;</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">At Eventide</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Sacrament</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Truth In a Well</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Silence</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Jewels</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Pool</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Larkspur</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Sounds</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">To Salari’s Madonna</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Bathers</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">At the Symphony</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Wedding Song</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">February</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">To the Four Archangels</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">A Prisoner</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Afterward</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Ascent of Ishtar</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Discovery</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Pomegranates</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">To Botticelli’s Venus</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Hagar</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Piper</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Judas Tree</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Waiting</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Last Furrow</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Horse Chestnuts</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Unknown Soldier</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Fallow Fields</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Patteran</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">To a Musician</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Tempo</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">To Scriabine: L’Extase</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Adam Asleep</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">An Old House</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Moonrise</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td>
- </tr><tr>
- <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Caged</span></td>
- <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td>
- </tr>
- </tbody>
-</table>
-<div class="chapter">
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p class="f150"><b>THE HOOFS OF PEGASUS</b></p>
-<hr class="r5" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p>
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>PEGASUS</h2></div>
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">O</span>NCE in a saffron twilight, rich with the sound of bells,</span>
-<span class="i0">In a dim meadow straying, high on the lonely fells,</span>
-<span class="i0">I saw Pegasus, winged Pegasus, cropping the asphodels.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">His neck was clothed with thunder, his feet with strength were shod;</span>
-<span class="i0">Terrible in his beauty, he grazed on the starry sod,</span>
-<span class="i0">A white, untameable beauty, a stallion fit for a god.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Meekly he ranged unfettered; his wings were wet with dew,</span>
-<span class="i0">And where they trailed in the blossomy grass, a misty rainbow grew,</span>
-<span class="i0">Those strong, exultant pinions that trample the windy blue.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Then suddenly he raised his head. I felt the pulsing beat</span>
-<span class="i0">Of his valiant hoofs. He sprang on the track of the stars, unleashed and fleet.</span>
-<span class="i0">I was alone; but deep in the grass was the print of his deathless feet.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>IN OCTOBER</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">I</span>N a shower of ruddy gold</span>
-<span class="i0">From a thinning tree</span>
-<span class="i0">Jove comes down.</span>
-<span class="i0">Naked, brown,</span>
-<span class="i0">The earth lies Danae.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Still she lies with hushed breath;</span>
-<span class="i0">Through each dreaming clod</span>
-<span class="i0">Runs the fire</span>
-<span class="i0">Of desire,</span>
-<span class="i0">Passion of a god.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Danae lies in her dark tower.</span>
-<span class="i0">On a March hillside</span>
-<span class="i0">Springs the wheat—</span>
-<span class="i0">There the feet</span>
-<span class="i0">Of young Perseus stride.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>SLEEP</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">L</span>AST night I slid into the sea of sleep,</span>
-<span class="i0">Translucent, cool and deep.</span>
-<span class="i0">I left my dusty self upon the sand</span>
-<span class="i0">Like an old garment. Naked, free,</span>
-<span class="i0">I felt the waves close over me;</span>
-<span class="i0">The curious, eager water pressed</span>
-<span class="i0">Against the white curve of my breast.</span>
-<span class="i0">Then deep, deep</span>
-<span class="i0">Through the green depths I sank</span>
-<span class="i0">Into the sea of sleep.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">This morning I rose out of the dark tide,</span>
-<span class="i0">I rose through darkness, and there was no light,</span>
-<span class="i0">No radiance to illume</span>
-<span class="i0">The dusk; only the pallid gloom</span>
-<span class="i0">Of sleep. First green, then blue,</span>
-<span class="i0">Then the thin water parted, and the sun shone through.</span>
-<span class="i0">There lay my body; strangely it was I.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">What did I bring back from the soundless deep</span>
-<span class="i0">From that grey, ancient sea of sleep:—</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The glint of sunken gold, the plaintive knell</span>
-<span class="i0">Of some drowned bell,</span>
-<span class="i0">Remembrance vague and dim</span>
-<span class="i0">Of ghostly argosies,</span>
-<span class="i0">The misty shores of far Hesperides,</span>
-<span class="i0">The wraith of mermaids beckoning white and slim,</span>
-<span class="i0">The faint sea-music of a curvéd shell.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>FREE</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">I</span> am a beggar maiden,</span>
-<span class="i0">I sleep beneath a thorn,</span>
-<span class="i0">At night my tree is thick with stars,</span>
-<span class="i0">I see the slender horn</span>
-<span class="i0">Of the young moon,</span>
-<span class="i0">I see the clean</span>
-<span class="i0">Essential light of morn.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The King Cophetua and his Queen</span>
-<span class="i0">Ride by disdainfully;</span>
-<span class="i0">He glitters like a dragonfly,</span>
-<span class="i0">A scornful mouth has she—</span>
-<span class="i0">A curled red leaf—</span>
-<span class="i0">Yet she was once</span>
-<span class="i0">A beggar maid like me.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The spearmen ride before them.</span>
-<span class="i0">My path no mortal knows;</span>
-<span class="i0">A ruby smoulders on her brow,</span>
-<span class="i0">My thicket yields a rose.</span>
-<span class="i0">Dance, dusty feet!</span>
-<span class="i0">I’m glad I’m not</span>
-<span class="i0">The maid Cophetua chose.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>OUR LADY OF UNDERSTANDING</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">O</span>UR Lady understands</span>
-<span class="i0">Though prayerful are her folded hands;</span>
-<span class="i0">Her face is pale</span>
-<span class="i0">Within the azure shadow of her veil.</span>
-<span class="i0">Here in this shrine she seems remote, apart,</span>
-<span class="i0">For the dim centuries have quenched her fire,</span>
-<span class="i0">The slow years molded her to their desire.</span>
-<span class="i0">Ah, still she knows</span>
-<span class="i0">The ecstasy that glows</span>
-<span class="i0">In my wild heart!</span>
-<span class="i0">Once, not submissive, meek</span>
-<span class="i0">With pensive brow and duteous cheek,</span>
-<span class="i0">There came a cry exultant, strong;</span>
-<span class="i0">“My soul doth magnify the Lord!”</span>
-<span class="i0">Clear as a ringing sword</span>
-<span class="i0">I hear her song.</span>
-<span class="i0">In high humility</span>
-<span class="i0">She knew herself to be</span>
-<span class="i0">The Chosen of God, the Gate of the Divine.</span>
-<span class="i0">I kneel before her shrine,</span>
-<span class="i0">I gaze upon her tranquil face,</span>
-<span class="i0">Hail Mary, full of grace!</span>
-<span class="i0">I, too, know Love,</span>
-<span class="i0">And I am humble, proud, and wise.</span>
-<span class="i0">Our Lady understands</span>
-<span class="i0">All joy, all woe;</span>
-<span class="i0">The Son of God she laid to rest</span>
-<span class="i0">Upon her breast,</span>
-<span class="i0">She knew the wounded Hands,</span>
-<span class="i0">And there is nothing else to know.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>AT EVENTIDE</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">I</span> shall light the candle,</span>
-<span class="i0">You will play for me</span>
-<span class="i0">In the winter twilight</span>
-<span class="i0">A quiet melody.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Let there be no sorrow</span>
-<span class="i0">In your song, or tears,</span>
-<span class="i0">Let all grief be ended,</span>
-<span class="i0">All the iron years.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Set our love to music,</span>
-<span class="i0">Like a rose in June,</span>
-<span class="i0">All the summer’s beauty</span>
-<span class="i0">In one slender tune.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>SACRAMENT</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">A</span>S up and down the fields I went,</span>
-<span class="i0">The fields of trembling wheat,</span>
-<span class="i0">Under the high blue heavens of June</span>
-<span class="i0">In summer’s poppied heat,</span>
-<span class="i0">I worked at homely common tasks</span>
-<span class="i0">Sharp stubble ’neath my feet.</span>
-<span class="i0">But I was not alone; I knew</span>
-<span class="i0">A comradeship most sweet.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">For as I gathered up the sheaves</span>
-<span class="i0">And bound the heavy grain,</span>
-<span class="i0">One whispered: “Yea, the world needs Food;</span>
-<span class="i0">Hungry it goes, and fain</span>
-<span class="i0">Am I to be its Bread, and give</span>
-<span class="i0">My Body for its pain.</span>
-<span class="i0">For this I lay in the dark earth</span>
-<span class="i0">Through sun and singing rain.”</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Into the vineyard I was sent,</span>
-<span class="i0">There One was keeping tryst.</span>
-<span class="i0">I cut the grapes—how beautiful</span>
-<span class="i0">Their bloomy amethyst!</span>
-<span class="i0">He said “This is my Blood, the Wine</span>
-<span class="i0">Poured for the world, ye wist.</span>
-<span class="i0">In wheat and grape ye work with me</span>
-<span class="i0">To make my Eucharist.”</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>TRUTH IN A WELL</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">I</span> PEERED into a well, and saw</span>
-<span class="i0">The blue, blue eye of God</span>
-<span class="i0">Look into mine far from the sun,</span>
-<span class="i0">Far from the friendly sod.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And suddenly I was afraid—</span>
-<span class="i0">The old wives’ tales are true—</span>
-<span class="i0">God is the truth hid in a well,</span>
-<span class="i0">How dread His gaze, how blue!</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>SILENCE</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">W</span>E are still;</span>
-<span class="i0">There are no words.</span>
-<span class="i0">Across the sky</span>
-<span class="i0">A wedge of birds</span>
-<span class="i0">Flies northward. Brown and thinned,</span>
-<span class="i0">A brittle leaf rasps in the wind.</span>
-<span class="i0">The sun creeps on from tree to tree.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">We are still.</span>
-<span class="i0">Were a word spoken,</span>
-<span class="i0">Like a troubled pool</span>
-<span class="i0">Is silence broken.</span>
-<span class="i0">Better far be dumb.</span>
-<span class="i0">There are depths no stone could plumb;</span>
-<span class="i0">Circles widen endlessly.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>JEWELS</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">E</span>MERALD, ruby, amethyst,</span>
-<span class="i0">Sardius, beryl, topaz, jade;</span>
-<span class="i0">All the ramparts round high Heaven</span>
-<span class="i0">Of these shining stones are made.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">But to beggars who must trudge</span>
-<span class="i0">Parched roads with weary feet,</span>
-<span class="i0">God has flung His jewels down</span>
-<span class="i0">In the very city street.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">In this meager dusty square</span>
-<span class="i0">Lindens bud in emerald mist</span>
-<span class="i0">Lilacs burdened with perfume</span>
-<span class="i0">Bloom in heavenly amethyst.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Here is water crystal clear,</span>
-<span class="i0">Virgin jade is not more green.</span>
-<span class="i0">At the pool’s edge Judas trees</span>
-<span class="i0">Starred with ruby blossoms lean.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Emerald, topaz, amethyst,</span>
-<span class="i0">Glittering unearthly bright,</span>
-<span class="i0">Scattered by the hand of God,</span>
-<span class="i0">Beryl, sardius, chrysolite.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>THE POOL</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">T</span>HERE is a pool</span>
-<span class="i0">Silent, dark and still,</span>
-<span class="i0">It holds the patterns of the trees</span>
-<span class="i0">The polished lacquered traceries</span>
-<span class="i0">Until a whimpering breeze</span>
-<span class="i0">Breaks the design at will.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And through those waters dart</span>
-<span class="i0">Eyeless fish and blind,</span>
-<span class="i0">Some silver coloured as a star</span>
-<span class="i0">Or crimson as a bloody scar,</span>
-<span class="i0">Sinister their beauties are</span>
-<span class="i0">Like mad thoughts in the mind.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Stranger than scaly thing</span>
-<span class="i0">Or imaged leaf,</span>
-<span class="i0">I see myself a shadow there,</span>
-<span class="i0">The fish are gliding through my hair</span>
-<span class="i0">My dull eyes have a fixed stare</span>
-<span class="i0">Drowned in the pool of grief.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>LARKSPUR</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">O</span>UT in the garden as you played,</span>
-<span class="i0">A breeze moved to and fro</span>
-<span class="i0">Across my bed of larkspur</span>
-<span class="i0">In grave adagio.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The wind with touch most delicate,</span>
-<span class="i0">Went up and down the scale—</span>
-<span class="i0">Wine-dark, frail amethyst, and blue,</span>
-<span class="i0">Blue as Our Lady’s veil.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">You played softly to yourself,</span>
-<span class="i0">Your brown hands on the keys;</span>
-<span class="i0">And God with larkspur,</span>
-<span class="i0">You with sound, were making harmonies.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>SOUNDS</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">I</span> SHUT my eyes and all around</span>
-<span class="i0">The room is murmurous with sound,</span>
-<span class="i0">Small lovely sounds without, within,</span>
-<span class="i0">Faint as a muted violin.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">On the low roof the quiet rain</span>
-<span class="i0">Falls hushingly in wistful strain,</span>
-<span class="i0">It makes soft music in the leaves,</span>
-<span class="i0">And drips staccato from the eaves.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">A grey moth flutters her frail wings</span>
-<span class="i0">Against the glass; the kettle sings.</span>
-<span class="i0">Someone is reading low and clear</span>
-<span class="i0">Of Roncesvalles and Oliver.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And with this voice all sounds are blent</span>
-<span class="i0">In pensive slow accompaniment,</span>
-<span class="i0">A melody made up of rain,</span>
-<span class="i0">Young leaves, a grey moth on the pane.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>TO SALARI’S MADONNA</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">O</span> LITTLE Son who draweth life from me,</span>
-<span class="i0">How deep a mystery.</span>
-<span class="i0">The very source of life thou art,</span>
-<span class="i0">And yet thou liest on my heart.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">O little Son, joy pierceth me.</span>
-<span class="i0">Is thus fulfilled the old man’s prophecy?</span>
-<span class="i0">Sweet, sweet thy lips! Nay, little Son,</span>
-<span class="i0">“A sword, a sword”, said Simeon.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>THE BATHERS</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">A</span>LL in the misty weather,</span>
-<span class="i0">When clouds were hanging low,</span>
-<span class="i0">I trod a leafy woodland path</span>
-<span class="i0">Long, long ago.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The cold green light of morning</span>
-<span class="i0">Shivered among the trees,</span>
-<span class="i0">The little leaves were tremulous,</span>
-<span class="i0">Stirred by an eery breeze.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And then to me was given</span>
-<span class="i0">A sight that one might dream,</span>
-<span class="i0">Three maidens white and glistening,</span>
-<span class="i0">Bathing in a stream.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">One floated idly drifting,</span>
-<span class="i0">One shook her wet locks free,</span>
-<span class="i0">One stood as slender as a boy,</span>
-<span class="i0">As white as ivory;</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Naked, unshamed, untrammelled;</span>
-<span class="i0">Ah, never did they know,</span>
-<span class="i0">I saw three maidens bathing</span>
-<span class="i0">Long, long ago.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>AT THE SYMPHONY</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">T</span>HE lights grow dim. There comes a hush.</span>
-<span class="i0">Then swiftly in a mighty rush</span>
-<span class="i0">As of great waters, over me</span>
-<span class="i0">Break the slow surges of the symphony.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">With a vast sweep majestical</span>
-<span class="i0">Like emerald waves that topling fall</span>
-<span class="i0">In foam, far off and faint begins</span>
-<span class="i0">The swelling beauty of the violins.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Silence. On some far beach I’ve heard</span>
-<span class="i0">The high sweet keening of a bird.</span>
-<span class="i0">Now all the instruments are mute</span>
-<span class="i0">But the rich music of a lonely flute.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Once more the wave is poised to break,</span>
-<span class="i0">Once more the wind-swept water shake</span>
-<span class="i0">My soul; and in this harmony</span>
-<span class="i0">I know the splendour of the trampling sea.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>WEDDING SONG</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">T</span>HIS is her room. The sunlight lies</span>
-<span class="i0">In squares upon the floor.</span>
-<span class="i0">Here are her books, the ivory god</span>
-<span class="i0">She brought from Singapore.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Here she stood in shining white</span>
-<span class="i0">Her hands were kind and cool,</span>
-<span class="i0">Her eyes were very still that day,</span>
-<span class="i0">Serene and beautiful.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Out in the sun the garden glowed</span>
-<span class="i0">And I remember this:</span>
-<span class="i0">The fragrance of the grapes, a shower</span>
-<span class="i0">Of starry clematis.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>FEBRUARY</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">A</span>LL the rhythms of life are slow</span>
-<span class="i0">All the streams are choked with snow,</span>
-<span class="i0">Evening skies are pale,</span>
-<span class="i0">The very stars are still,</span>
-<span class="i0">On the long slope of the hill</span>
-<span class="i0">Woodsmoke weaves a pattern frail.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">No cloak, no pretense here;</span>
-<span class="i0">The earth is clean as a naked spear,</span>
-<span class="i0">Beauty is stripped bare;</span>
-<span class="i0">But she will stoop as winter lingers</span>
-<span class="i0">To pluck arbutus with expectant fingers,</span>
-<span class="i0">And weave the cold sweet blossoms in her hair.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>TO THE FOUR ARCHANGELS</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">I</span>F Michael lent his splintering lance</span>
-<span class="i0">And his blue eager blade,</span>
-<span class="i0">Though you with scaly dragons fight</span>
-<span class="i0">You would not be afraid.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">If Gabriel should stoop to you,</span>
-<span class="i0">A rainbow in his wings,</span>
-<span class="i0">What luminous secrets you would know,</span>
-<span class="i0">What wise and simple things!</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">If Raphael with you should strive</span>
-<span class="i0">Until the stars grew dim,</span>
-<span class="i0">Angelic vigour would be yours,</span>
-<span class="i0">The strength of Seraphim.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">If on your sight great Uriel burned,</span>
-<span class="i0">Whose feet with fire are shod,</span>
-<span class="i0">He’d touch your earthly song of praise</span>
-<span class="i0">Into a flame for God.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Michael, Gabriel, Raphael,</span>
-<span class="i0">Holy Uriel, guard you well.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>A PRISONER</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">A</span> PRISONER am I.</span>
-<span class="i0">In fivefold gyves and strong</span>
-<span class="i0">I shall be captive, bound,</span>
-<span class="i0">My whole life long.</span>
-<span class="i0">But fettered, I shall make my bonds</span>
-<span class="i0">Into a shining song.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">For if it were not for the chains I bear</span>
-<span class="i0">I should be unaware</span>
-<span class="i0">Of the frail splendour of a peacock pacing slow,</span>
-<span class="i0">Rich, opalescent dyes,</span>
-<span class="i0">Blue, green, bronze-burnished, lustrous argent eyes—</span>
-<span class="i0">A fanfarade</span>
-<span class="i0">Of lapis, azure, emerald and jade—</span>
-<span class="i0">A glory of spread plumes where shattered rainbows played.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And never should I know</span>
-<span class="i0">The sound of running water soft and low,</span>
-<span class="i0">The hushed grey music of a summer rain,</span>
-<span class="i0">A plain song cadence, beautiful and strange,</span>
-<span class="i0">Old wistful chants scarred with lost Eden’s pain.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Nor should I mark the rough austerity</span>
-<span class="i0">Of surf, the rude caress of waves that buffet me.</span>
-<span class="i0">Or find delight</span>
-<span class="i0">In the cool touch of smoothéd ivory.</span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And always I should lack</span>
-<span class="i0">The scent of burning leaves, the poignant smack</span>
-<span class="i0">Of box; or heliotrope in the hot sun;</span>
-<span class="i0">Primroses opening their pale stars one by one.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Then, too, I should forego the savour of fresh bread.</span>
-<span class="i0">Clear-dripping honey thick with the perfume</span>
-<span class="i0">Of the red clover bloom.</span>
-<span class="i0">And never should I cool my parchéd mouth</span>
-<span class="i0">With luscious apricots, warm, tinctured of the South.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">God, when my body must</span>
-<span class="i0">Return to dust,</span>
-<span class="i0">O let me be</span>
-<span class="i0">Not utterly set free</span>
-<span class="i0">From these my friendly bonds!</span>
-<span class="i0">O let me use them there, as here, for Thee</span>
-<span class="i0">With deeper rapture, keener ecstasy.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>AFTERWARD</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">N</span>OW I remember very plain:</span>
-<span class="i0">A sumac leaf was red,</span>
-<span class="i0">The bloom of grape was on the hills,</span>
-<span class="i0">The river was a twisted thread.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">That day I marked not leaf nor hill,</span>
-<span class="i0">Nor rivers to the sea—</span>
-<span class="i0">I was my lover’s garden closed,</span>
-<span class="i0">I was his tower of ivory.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>THE ASCENT OF ISHTAR</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">A</span>T the first gate they gave the veil to Ishtar:</span>
-<span class="i0">On earth a pear tree trembles into bloom,</span>
-<span class="i0">The poplar weaves a web of changeful green and silver,</span>
-<span class="i0">Lord Tammuz comes back from his dusty tomb.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">At the second gate they sped her on the journey,</span>
-<span class="i0">They gave her bracelets for her hands and slender feet:</span>
-<span class="i0">Through the reeds the wind goes piping, piping,</span>
-<span class="i0">The flutes of Tammuz are piping shrill and sweet.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And the jewelled circlet they bound about her waist.</span>
-<span class="i0">Can a ruby make the Daughter of the Moon more fair?</span>
-<span class="i0">Like bright spears in battle are the young men,</span>
-<span class="i0">And the maidens braid the pomegranate blossoms in their hair.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">About the breasts of Ishtar they bound the sumptuous ornaments.</span>
-<span class="i0">The necklace they surrendered, and caused her to depart.</span>
-<span class="i0">And the cedar knows the Lady’s strength and her dominions,</span>
-<span class="i0">For the Dweller in the Morning Star makes strong the cedar’s heart.
-</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">At the sixth gate they brought to Lady Ishtar</span>
-<span class="i0">The ear-rings, lovely as the silver-threaded rain;</span>
-<span class="i0">On the housetops there is the pleasant sound of showers,</span>
-<span class="i0">And on the slopes the green swords of grain.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">At the seventh gate they crowned the Queen of Heaven,</span>
-<span class="i0">She has brought back Tammuz from the house of death.</span>
-<span class="i0">The winter is past, the rain is gone and over,</span>
-<span class="i0">And sweet is the vineyard in the south wind’s breath.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>DISCOVERY</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">A</span> BIRD to me was just a bird,</span>
-<span class="i0">A feathered thing one often heard</span>
-<span class="i0">Piping in the early dawn</span>
-<span class="i0">In the lilacs on the lawn.</span>
-<span class="i0">But from you I learned to see</span>
-<span class="i0">All the beauty there can be</span>
-<span class="i0">In the birds—the deep wood note</span>
-<span class="i0">Throbbing in the veery’s throat,</span>
-<span class="i0">A cardinal adventuring by</span>
-<span class="i0">As if a poppy tried to fly.</span>
-<span class="i0">God speaks indeed from bush and tree</span>
-<span class="i0">Since you discovered birds for me.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>POMEGRANATES</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">I</span>N city streets the blue dusk falls.</span>
-<span class="i0">The lights prick out. Folks hurry by.</span>
-<span class="i0">Buses are thronged. Sleek motors flash.</span>
-<span class="i0">“Extra—ship sunk!” the newsboys cry.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Before a little shop I pause</span>
-<span class="i0">Where Pietro sells, strange, precious fruit,</span>
-<span class="i0">Great globes of scarlet, heaps of gold</span>
-<span class="i0">Barbaric as a pirate’s loot.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">I see pomegranates glowing there,</span>
-<span class="i0">And I forget the strident night,</span>
-<span class="i0">I hear the song of Solomon—</span>
-<span class="i0">“Return, return, O Shulamite.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Thy lips are like a scarlet thread,</span>
-<span class="i0">O prince’s daughter, thou art fair;</span>
-<span class="i0">Thy garments are perfumed with myrrh,</span>
-<span class="i0">With aloes drips thy braided hair.”</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Dim fragrant gardens close me in,</span>
-<span class="i0">The city as a dream has gone,</span>
-<span class="i0">And from the South I feel the winds</span>
-<span class="i0">Blow soft from cedared Lebanon.</span>
-</div></div></div>
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-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>TO BOTTICELLI’S VENUS</h2></div>
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-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">I</span>N the early dawning before the sun had risen</span>
-<span class="i0">The wind piped mournfully along the lonely sand,</span>
-<span class="i0">The sea lay desolate, sunless, desolate,</span>
-<span class="i0">There was no light upon the deep or light upon the land.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Before the sun had risen in the cold green twilight</span>
-<span class="i0">Came a Lady from the foam, a Lady wistful eyed,</span>
-<span class="i0">The crinkled waves beneath her feet ran eagerly before her,</span>
-<span class="i0">She drifted in from alien seas at the turn of the tide.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Light came into the world with her. I knelt before her beauty,</span>
-<span class="i0">Her pure and awful nakedness unaware of shame,</span>
-<span class="i0">Her slender fingers hiding the apple of her bosom,</span>
-<span class="i0">Her red gold hair unfilleted blown like a windy flame.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Softly blew the winds about her, softly fell the blossoms,</span>
-<span class="i0">But in her face was sorrow for the long years to be:</span>
-<span class="i0">The kiss beneath the olives, the anguish of betrayal,</span>
-<span class="i0">Her grief was for the wounds of Love, Our Lady of the Sea.</span>
-</div></div></div>
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-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>HAGAR</h2></div>
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-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">T</span>HE desert trembles in the heat</span>
-<span class="i0">The water pools are bitter.</span>
-<span class="i0">Boy, we follow the camel track;</span>
-<span class="i0">Sarah rides in a scarlet litter.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Here is the water, Ishmael,</span>
-<span class="i0">The bread your father gave.</span>
-<span class="i0">Sarah crumbles a wheaten cake,</span>
-<span class="i0">Her cup is filled by an eager slave.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Tonight our tent is hung with stars.</span>
-<span class="i0">In comfort Sarah rests.</span>
-<span class="i0">Abram dreams of the bondwoman,</span>
-<span class="i0">Of Hagar’s brown breasts.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Lord Osiris hear me!</span>
-<span class="i0">Isis, Heavenly One!</span>
-<span class="i0">All men’s hands are against me,</span>
-<span class="i0">But mine was the first-born son.</span>
-</div></div></div>
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-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>THE PIPER</h2></div>
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-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">Y</span>OU laid your slender fingers,</span>
-<span class="i2">Your fingers long and brown,</span>
-<span class="i0">Upon the pipes, and lured me</span>
-<span class="i2">Far from the stolid town.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">You piped me to the greenwood,</span>
-<span class="i2">And there, when grace was said,</span>
-<span class="i0">We brake and ate together</span>
-<span class="i2">The fairy’s secret bread.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Oh then my ears were opened</span>
-<span class="i2">And magically I heard</span>
-<span class="i0">The small leaves talk together,</span>
-<span class="i2">The gossip of a bird.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Bewitched? There is no telling:</span>
-<span class="i2">But always, till I’m dead,</span>
-<span class="i0">I’ll hear your silver piping</span>
-<span class="i2">And eat your fairy bread.</span>
-</div></div></div>
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-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>THE JUDAS TREE</h2></div>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">W</span>INTER to my tree has lent</span>
-<span class="i0">Beauty clean and innocent,</span>
-<span class="i0">Here no purple flowers blow,</span>
-<span class="i0">But crystal blossoms of the snow,</span>
-<span class="i0">Every crooked bough is set</span>
-<span class="i0">With starry petals delicate.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Judas flung the silver down,</span>
-<span class="i0">And hanged himself beyond the town:</span>
-<span class="i0">Spring returns. The traitor blood</span>
-<span class="i0">Quickens in each scarlet bud.</span>
-<span class="i0">Frost and snow remember not—</span>
-<span class="i0">Mercy on Iscariot.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>WAITING</h2></div>
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-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">I</span> WILL be silent,</span>
-<span class="i0">But in the hush</span>
-<span class="i0">My heart will sing</span>
-<span class="i0">Like a hermit thrush.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">I will be silent</span>
-<span class="i0">I’ll say no word,</span>
-<span class="i0">My love shall burn</span>
-<span class="i0">Like a flame unstirred.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">I will be silent,</span>
-<span class="i0">My joy I’ll hide,</span>
-<span class="i0">And wait as the sand</span>
-<span class="i0">For the turn of tide.</span>
-</div></div></div>
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-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>THE LAST FURROW</h2></div>
-
-<p class="center">(<span class="smcap">On Edward Calvert’s Woodcut</span>)</p>
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-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">A</span>ND suddenly my field was Heaven:</span>
-<span class="i2">I saw a shepherd stand</span>
-<span class="i2">On the edge of my ploughed land,</span>
-<span class="i2">And every dusty furrow shone with gold.</span>
-<span class="i2">And every leaf and blade of grass</span>
-<span class="i2">Whose common loveliness I had let pass</span>
-<span class="i2">Now did unfold</span>
-<span class="i2">New beauties to my sight.</span>
-<span class="i2">God was that Shepherd garmented in light.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And there was singing:</span>
-<span class="i2">In a beechen wood</span>
-<span class="i2">Three maidens stood</span>
-<span class="i2">And with their music praised God</span>
-<span class="i2">In a sweet and pleasant hymn.</span>
-<span class="i2">They danced, three maidens white and slim</span>
-<span class="i2">A measure, delicately trod.</span>
-<span class="i2">He loves no sad austerities,</span>
-<span class="i2">God is well praised by nymphs beneath the trees.</span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">My field was Heaven.</span>
-<span class="i2">An angel sped</span>
-<span class="i2">With a bright bolt, and pierced the Serpent’s head,</span>
-<span class="i2">Satan is under heel. Good beasts, enthralled,</span>
-<span class="i2">Velvet mole, and leathern wing,</span>
-<span class="i2">Worm with fiery sting,</span>
-<span class="i2">And every noisome slug that crawled</span>
-<span class="i2">Are all set free. God is not in some alien place.</span>
-<span class="i2">In my ploughed field I saw the brightness of his face.</span>
-</div></div></div>
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-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>HORSE CHESTNUTS</h2></div>
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-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">I</span>N April my horse chestnuts</span>
-<span class="i0">Were beautiful to see!</span>
-<span class="i0">Tapers set on every bough</span>
-<span class="i0">Like candles on a tree.</span>
-<span class="i0">But now in late October</span>
-<span class="i0">With frosty nights and cold</span>
-<span class="i0">There is more poignant beauty</span>
-<span class="i0">In their dim tarnished gold.</span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER</h2></div>
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-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">T</span>HEN Jesus said, “I thirst”, and there was one</span>
-<span class="i0">Who filled a spunge, and put it to His mouth—</span>
-<span class="i0">An unknown Roman soldier—his the joy</span>
-<span class="i0">In the three hours to quench that sacred drouth.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">They had been dicing, and the seamless coat</span>
-<span class="i0">Had fallen to him. Now the thick darkness came</span>
-<span class="i0">Over the land. He watched the Crucified</span>
-<span class="i0">Wondering, in doubt, this soldier without name.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">“Bacchus! The Jew knew how to die. The nails</span>
-<span class="i0">Were blunt. He neither railed nor cursed.</span>
-<span class="i0">Even the sturdy thief had called him ‘Lord’”.</span>
-<span class="i0">At the ninth hour there came the cry, “I thirst”.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The Roman held the vinegar to his lips,</span>
-<span class="i0">And looked with pity on His dying Face.</span>
-<span class="i0">O Unknown Soldier, pray for me to give</span>
-<span class="i0">My love’s poor wine, and give it with such grace.</span>
-</div></div></div>
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-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>THE FALLOW FIELDS</h2></div>
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-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">L</span>ET the fields lie fallow</span>
-<span class="i0">Bare and brown.</span>
-<span class="i0">Let the great winds stride over them</span>
-<span class="i0">And the snow come down.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Let them lie open to the sun</span>
-<span class="i0">To the patient rain,</span>
-<span class="i0">And the dews whiten them</span>
-<span class="i0">E’er they yield again.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Plough in the sturdy weed,</span>
-<span class="i0">The common flower,</span>
-<span class="i0">Let their wild vigor yield</span>
-<span class="i0">A lusty dower.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Then after sun and snow</span>
-<span class="i0">After dew and sleet</span>
-<span class="i0">From the earth will spring the green</span>
-<span class="i0">Flame of the wheat.</span>
-</div></div></div>
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-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>THE PATTERAN</h2></div>
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-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">I</span>’M married to a proper wife,</span>
-<span class="i0">My home is clean and neat,</span>
-<span class="i0">But I hear the gypsies calling me,</span>
-<span class="i0">I love the dancing feet.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">I long to up and follow them</span>
-<span class="i0">Over the rolling moor;</span>
-<span class="i0">I sicken of my own hearth-fire,</span>
-<span class="i0">The lilacs by the door.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">I long to see the sweep of stars</span>
-<span class="i0">Wheel nightly overhead;</span>
-<span class="i0">I want the four strong winds to be</span>
-<span class="i0">The four posts of my bed.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">I long to wake at dawn</span>
-<span class="i0">When all the world is grey and cool,</span>
-<span class="i0">And slip into the lonely depth</span>
-<span class="i0">Of a mountain pool.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Three meals my wife sets for me—</span>
-<span class="i0">Enough for any man.</span>
-<span class="i0">But on her freshly sanded floor</span>
-<span class="i0">I see the patteran.</span>
-</div></div></div>
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-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>TO A MUSICIAN</h2></div>
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-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">I</span> THOUGHT that only God could make the rain,</span>
-<span class="i0">But when you laid your hands upon the keys</span>
-<span class="i0">The room was full of gentle harmonies—</span>
-<span class="i0">An eager shower pattering on the pane,</span>
-<span class="i0">The hushed and wistful tread</span>
-<span class="i0">Of rain at night that marches overhead,</span>
-<span class="i0">The kind, grey rain that stills the windy trees.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">I thought that only God could make a star,</span>
-<span class="i0">But I have heard your fingers build the sky,</span>
-<span class="i0">Have watched the yellow dusk of autumn die</span>
-<span class="i0">And night creep up the east immense and far,</span>
-<span class="i0">Then glittering and bright,</span>
-<span class="i0">I’ve seen the Hunter girt with silver light,</span>
-<span class="i0">Orion with his shining hounds sweep by.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">I thought that only God could make the sea,</span>
-<span class="i0">But in your music the unbounded deep</span>
-<span class="i0">Is gathered up as in a treasure heap—</span>
-<span class="i0">Calm spaces, rocks where singing tides run free,</span>
-<span class="i0">The cloudy-emerald foam</span>
-<span class="i0">Ships on the world’s dim verge, far, far from home,</span>
-<span class="i0">And pools unrippled where the hushed winds sleep.</span>
-</div></div></div>
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-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>TEMPO</h2></div>
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-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">M</span>Y body could play delicate tunes,</span>
-<span class="i0">Music exquisite and thin,</span>
-<span class="i0">But I must keep it in its case</span>
-<span class="i0">Like a violin.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">A Scherzo prances in my blood,</span>
-<span class="i0">Mercurial and quick;</span>
-<span class="i0">I pirouette—the box snaps tight</span>
-<span class="i0">With a malicious click.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">A Saraband is not for me,</span>
-<span class="i0">It makes the varnish crack.</span>
-<span class="i0">I must play a grave, grave tune</span>
-<span class="i0">Slow and elegiac!</span>
-</div></div></div>
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-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>TO SCRIABINE: L’EXTASE</h2></div>
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-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">N</span>OT with the drums, the throbbing scarlet drums,</span>
-<span class="i0">Not with the voice of a silver flute,</span>
-<span class="i0">Not with the brazen clangour of cymbals,</span>
-<span class="i0">Nor the trumpets slitting the silence;</span>
-<span class="i0">Not with the maelstrom of sound</span>
-<span class="i0">Monstrous, prodigious,</span>
-<span class="i0">Comes ecstasy.</span>
-<span class="i0">But with stillness</span>
-<span class="i0">As when a flame burns unflickering</span>
-<span class="i0">In far, empty places;</span>
-<span class="i0">With the quiet of a leaf falling in the forest;</span>
-<span class="i0">With the hush of the elevation of the Host.</span>
-</div></div></div>
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-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>ADAM ASLEEP</h2></div>
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-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">F</span>AR away I hear the voices of four rivers flowing,</span>
-<span class="i0">Wings in the thicket, and the four winds blowing.</span>
-<span class="i0">Adam sleeps in Eden. In this still place</span>
-<span class="i0">I lie within his circling arm and look upon his face.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">God walks in the garden when the day is cool,</span>
-<span class="i0">But the face of Adam is far more beautiful;</span>
-<span class="i0">He is like the splendour of the sun at noon,</span>
-<span class="i0">And the slope of his body like the white young moon.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Of what is he dreaming as he lies at rest?</span>
-<span class="i0">Of God in the Garden? Or Lilith’s breast?</span>
-<span class="i0">Adam sleeps in Eden, but down in the brake</span>
-<span class="i0">I watch the cool glitter of a painted snake.</span>
-</div></div></div>
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-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>AN OLD HOUSE</h2></div>
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-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">I</span> LOVE an old house,</span>
-<span class="i0">It is like an aged face,</span>
-<span class="i0">The worn lines,</span>
-<span class="i0">The strange, defeated grace.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Sorrow looks through these windows</span>
-<span class="i0">Through the crooked glass.</span>
-<span class="i0">And the sill is hollow</span>
-<span class="i0">Where Death’s feet pass.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">But there is yet a beauty,</span>
-<span class="i0">A triumph, a haughty thrust;</span>
-<span class="i0">The meek defiance of ancient loveliness</span>
-<span class="i0">Before the dust is dust.</span>
-</div></div></div>
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-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>MOONRISE</h2></div>
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-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">L</span>IKE a white lotus flower the moon unfolds</span>
-<span class="i0">Her luminous petals and the stars grow pale.</span>
-<span class="i0">Vague mists withdraw, grey shadows o’er the water</span>
-<span class="i0">Shadows of twilight tremulous and frail.</span>
-<span class="i0">The flutes of dusk are still; new worlds unveil;</span>
-<span class="i0">God for such moments made the nightingale.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And yet, O Philomel, thou couldst not chant</span>
-<span class="i0">From the cool shadow of a cedar tree,</span>
-<span class="i0">So high a lay as this I hear in rapture,</span>
-<span class="i0">The song his utter silence sings to me.</span>
-<span class="i0">Of the brown earth is thy winged melody.</span>
-<span class="i0">But God is in this wordless ecstasy.</span>
-</div></div></div>
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-<hr class="chap" />
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"><h2>CAGED</h2></div>
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-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">I</span> HAVE a caged bird,</span>
-<span class="i0">He beats the bars;</span>
-<span class="i0">Wild and bright his eyes,</span>
-<span class="i0">On his breast, scars.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">An oriole whistles;</span>
-<span class="i0">My bird has not a note,</span>
-<span class="i0">Though I can see the song</span>
-<span class="i0">Trembling in his throat.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Other birds fly south</span>
-<span class="i0">To the green pampas floor,</span>
-<span class="i0">But in the blue air</span>
-<span class="i0">Mine spreads his wings no more.</span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">I have a caged bird,</span>
-<span class="i0">He neither flies nor sings,</span>
-<span class="i0">But when the house is still</span>
-<span class="i0">I hear the beat of wings.</span>
-</div></div></div>
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-<hr class="chap" />
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-<p class="f120 space-above1">Transcriber’s Notes:</p>
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