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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: The Hoofs of Pegasus - -Author: M. Letitia Stockett - -Release Date: September 22, 2020 [EBook #63262] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HOOFS OF PEGASUS *** - - - - -Produced by Charlene Taylor, Paul Marshall 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.) - - - - - - - - - -Transcriber’s Notes: - - Underscores “_” before and after a word or phrase indicate _italics_ - in the original text. - Small capitals have been converted to SOLID capitals. - Typographical errors have been silently corrected. - - - - - 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. - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's The Hoofs of Pegasus, by M. 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Letitia Stockett - -Release Date: September 22, 2020 [EBook #63262] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HOOFS OF PEGASUS *** - - - - -Produced by Charlene Taylor, Paul Marshall 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> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<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   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   </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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<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> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="transnote bbox"> -<p class="f120 space-above1">Transcriber’s Notes:</p> -<hr class="r5" /> -<p class="indent">Typographical errors have been silently corrected</p> -</div> - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's The Hoofs of Pegasus, by M. 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