The Project Gutenberg eBook of His Lady of the Sonnets This ebook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this ebook or online at www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this eBook. Title: His Lady of the Sonnets Author: Robert Winkworth Norwood Release date: September 8, 2011 [eBook #36915] Most recently updated: January 7, 2021 Language: English Credits: Produced by Al Haines *** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HIS LADY OF THE SONNETS *** Produced by Al Haines HIS LADY OF THE SONNETS BY ROBERT W. NORWOOD BOSTON SHERMAN, FRENCH & COMPANY 1915 COPYRIGHT, 1915 SHERMAN, FRENCH & COMPANY TO MY WIFE "I shall never, in the years remaining, Paint you pictures, no, nor carve you statues, Make you music that should all-express me; So it seems: I stand on my attainment. This of verse alone, one life allows me; Verse and nothing else have I to give you. Other heights in other lives, God willing: All the gifts from all the heights, your own, Love!" ROBERT BROWNING. CONTENTS His Lady Of The Sonnets Antony To Cleopatra, After Actium Paul To Timothy Dives In Torment SONNETS AND SONGS Fellow Craftsmen Posca Reincarnation Jacob's Dream Keats A Poet's Prayer What Is Religion? A Song Of Spring A Fallen Angel A Litany The Great Comrade A Revery Good-Bye David's Song To Michal David Before Saul A Villanelle Of Fate One Woman HIS LADY OF THE SONNETS I My soul awoke from slumber--the long ease Of years that passed away in dull content, Not caring what the world's deep voices meant-- Sunk in my dreams, I heard their harmonies Like wind-blown clamour of far-calling seas That told of Ithaca to sailors spent With trouble, and forgetful at the scent And taste of fruit plucked from the lotus trees; For as I slept, your footsteps on the grass, Your voice, wrought once again the Miracle Of Eden; and I saw appear and pass Eve in her beauty, binding still the spell That Adam felt, when from his opened side Stepped Woman forth in loveliness and pride. II I meet you in the mystery of the night, A dear Dream-Goddess on a crescent moon; An opalescent splendour, like a noon Of lilies; and I wonder that the height Should darken for the depth to give me light-- Light of your face, so lovely that I swoon With gazing, and then wake to find how soon Joy of the world fades when you fade from sight. Beholding you, I am Endymion, Lost and immortal in Latmian dreams; With Dian bending down to look upon Her shepherd, whose æonian slumber seems A moment, twinkling like a starry gem Among the jewels of her diadem. III If I could tell why, when you look at me, Dreams that have visited half wakeful nights Re-form and shape themselves, and Pisgah-sights Fill one far valley to a purple sea; And white-domed cities rise with porphyry, Jacinth and sapphire gates, beneath the heights, Rose-flamed within the dawn where Ph[oe]bus smites Earth with his heel--claiming its lord to be; Then would you know what my heart seeks to say And falters ere sufficient words be found: How all the voiceless night and vocal day Love looks on you and trembles into sound; Love longs and pleads for his one moment's bliss-- You and him mingled in a silent kiss. IV My love is like a spring among the hills Whose brimming waters may not be confined, But pour one torrent through the ways that wind Down to a garden; there the rose distills Its nectar; there a tall, white lily fills Night with anointing of two lovers, blind, Dumb, deaf, of body, spirit, and of mind From breathless blending of far-sundered wills. Long ere my love had reached you, hard I strove To send its torrent through the barren fields; I wanted you, the lilied treasure-trove Of innocence, whose dear possession yields Immortal gladness to my heart that knows How you surpass the lily and the rose. V Like one great opal on the breast of Night, Soft and translucent, hangs the orb of June! I hear wild pipings of a joyous tune Played on a golden reed for the delight Of you, my hidden, lovely Eremite-- You by the fountain from the marble hewn-- You silent as in dream, with flowers strewn About your feet--you goddess, robed in white! Mute and amazed, I at the broken wall Lean fearful, lest the sudden, dreadful dawn For me Diana's awful doom let fall; And I be cursed with curious Action, Save that you find in me this strong defence-- My adoration of your innocence. VI When from the rose-mist of creation grew God's patient waiting in your wide-set eyes, The morning stars, and all the host that flies On wings of love, paused at the wondrous blue With which the Master, mindful of the hue, Stained first the crystal dome of summer skies; And afterward the violet that vies With amethyst, before He fashioned you. And I have trembled with those ancient stars; My heart has known the flame-winged seraphs' song; For no indifferent, dreamy eyelid bars Me from the blue, nor veils with lashes long Your love, that to my tender gazing grows Bold to confess it: I am glad he knows! VII There came three wise men riding from the east; One was a king and brought a gift of gold; And one bore frankincense that fate foretold; While myrrh was offered by a mitred priest. Nor ever hath Love's brave adventure ceased Since that fair night ashine with stars and cold, When even angels paused their wings to fold-- Love to adore made one with man and beast. Accept three gifts I to thee gladly bring; Each hath its own divine significance: Gold is the Body thou hast crowned a king; My Spirit is the prophet's frankincense; Myrrh is the Mind which strives to tell thee all Love's mystic and melodious ritual! VIII Sometimes I think that we have lived before, And found sweet interest down the centuries In all life's little things that charm and please; That we have toiled together at the oar In one of Cæsar's galleys; that we bore One burden on our backs and bowed the knees Of servitude to Charlemagne; and these Have taught us how to love for evermore. Dear Comrade, we have often changed our state; We have been slaves and masters, serfs and kings; You have been man, I woman, wont to wait Upon my lover's word; rememberings Are in the mystic rapture that we feel Whenever at your feet a while I kneel. IX Two faces haunt the stillnesses of sleep. The first is of a woman I have known Past years, in many lives, as on a throne Within my heart, for whom I daily keep Fast and high vigil while deep calls to deep; You also stir me, like wind-voices blown Through woodland hollows where I walk alone When twilight and its shadows slowly creep; And I am torn 'twixt love of you and her-- My dear Dream-Lady of some long ago-- Till past and present, pausing to confer, Determine what I hardly dare to know: The faces I have loved and love are one-- How you have followed me from sun to sun! X Last night I crossed the spaces to your side, As you lay sleeping in the sacred room Of our great moment. Like a lily's bloom, Fragile and white were you, my spirit-bride, For pain and loneliness with you abide, And Death had thought to touch you with his doom, Until Love stood angelic at the tomb, Drew sword, smote him, and life's door opened wide. I looked on you and breathed upon your hair-- Your hair of such soft, brown, translucent gold! Nor did you know that I knelt down in prayer, Clasped hands, and worshipped you for the untold Magnificence of womanhood divine-- God's miracle of Water turned to Wine! XI Paola and Francesca, dead these years, And lost forever unto Rimini! Lanciotto's garden blooms no more where ye Found love is laughter, love is also tears; Is peace and pain, high hopes and sudden fears; That love is gain and loss, an ecstasy Of heaven and then hell's hot eternity; A balm that soothes the soul, a flame that sears. I, too, know of a secret garden where Pale asphodels are rivals of the rose; And all life's opposites are gathered there Before the spirit's agony, that knows Gladness ineffable through loving One Who hath no equal underneath the sun. XII What has become of our great moment when The love we veiled was daringly revealed-- You in my arms, O Heart--and one kiss sealed The covenant? I, who among all men Was weakest, gained forthwith the strength of ten; And you for my sake instantly repealed Your prayer for death, that you might live and yield Me title to possess your spirit's ken. We may not ever that dear bliss renew; But what we found has entered into me-- A change of motive and a fairer view, As though God whispered: "Henceforth thou shalt be Strong to fulfil thy soul; rise up and make Paths and a song in deserts for her sake!" XIII What barriers are these that bid me stand Baffled, amazed, and wrathful at the sign That threatens me for claiming what is mine! Have we not walked together hand in hand Down lanes of Devon; mused upon the sand Beside the Bay of Naples; drunk the wine Of famed Fiesole, where Shelley's line Thundered of freedom for Italia's land! Tradition built this guarded shadow-wall, And Shelley's song hath strength to sing it down. Come, brave the craven face funereal, Of Pharisees who weave of thorns a crown For him who has not faltered at the cross, But counts that gain which others reckon loss. XIV There needs must be misunderstandings, dear; For love is more than the much-written word,-- Transcends it, as the home-flight of a bird Is distanced by the sun. Let fall the fear; Let Joy and constant Certainty appear Armed with angelic swords of flame that gird Their thighs; for though the day with rain is blurred, Hark to the singing legions of the year! Always I find gain in lamented loss; Some treasure in the beaten path I tread; And that alone survives which bears a cross Branded by some hot trial that is dead. Last night as I was weeping someone cried: "Love cannot live save love be crucified!" XV Who is to blame that suddenly there fell Suspicion like a shadow on our souls? Love, who was once supreme, no more controls The harmonies. Hark! Can you hear the bell Across the valley of our tears that swell The brook called Cedron? 'Tis a flood that rolls Between us; while Doubt in his tower tolls Love's loss in our dear, shattered miracle. Was it a word that somehow clouded thought? Was it a flaw in substance of myself That proved two tendencies within me wrought-- Plantagenet commingled with the Guelph? Ah, Love, if so, have patience, and behold How God blends His base metals with the gold. XVI All night my soul groped blindly in a dream Through mazes of a mighty corridor, Pillared between the stars; and my heart bore Its youthful sorrow, calling for the gleam Shed from your golden body like a beam Sent from the sun--a beauty nevermore Mine to behold, to have, to cherish, for Faith's rule was ended and Doubt stood supreme! All night my soul groped blindly till the dawn Woke on the world with matin song of birds And choral thunder of the wind upon The mountains; while the trees chanted the words Of an old litany that cried the grief Of lovers sundered through their lost belief! XVII Dear Love is fallen, fallen by my hand! Lost is my Eden, closed its golden gate; Winged seraphim, guarding the ways, await With swords of sudden flame me to withstand. I am that uncrowned king at whose command Earth and the sky obeyed, things small and great Bowed down to serve. Oh, terrible the fate Of Adam, lonely in an alien land! Henceforth in bitterness I shall eat bread. Cursed for my sake, the fields, which day adorns No more with fruitage of the autumn spread, Shall bear me briars and abundant thorns; My glory, too, shall know the moth and rust,-- Come quickly, Death, and be it: Dust to dust! XVIII And I have lost you, so the voices say-- Voices that taunt, deride my silent pain; Voices that fall incessant, like the rain Throughout this dim and memory-haunted day! Dear Love, come back, resume your ancient sway For my strong pleading! Or is it in vain That I beneath the stars all night have lain Prone upon earth, clay crying unto clay? No answer.... O thou God-vacated sky, Thunder upon my head the riving flame! There is no more for me to do but die! Or else for One, whom now I dare not name, At crossroads of the world a watch to keep With those who thither come, a while to weep. XIX Last night--or was it in the golden morn-- Once more I dreamed that I alone did fare Forth into spirit-silences; and there I found you not; my star was set! Forlorn, I sought the kindred company of worn And stricken souls--lost, sundered souls, who bear Old and avoided crosses with each care Woven together in their crowns of thorn. Gods of the patient, vain endeavour, these Claimed me and called me fellow, comrade, friend, And bade me join in their brave litanies; Because, though I had failed you, I dared bend Before you without hope of one reward, Save that in loving you my soul still soared. XX When singing first my smitten heart's lament, My thought was only turned upon my pain, And I was also querulous with Cain, Crying: "This thing that thou on me hast sent Is more than I can bear!" But now content, Peace, and a quiet joy close the refrain Of passionate protesting with a strain Of dulcimers and silver trumpets blent: For though my shame be branded on my brow, And you in tears have driven me afar Because I faltered and forgot my vow, The night has still for me a single star That will not let me quite forget your eyes-- You, and the dear dream-hours of Paradise! XXI Since we have sundered been by broken vow Of faith and trust--the fault was mine, O Heart-- Much have I learned of Woman and the part She plays in shaking from the laden bow Life's blossoms; all that has been, and is now, And ever shall be: Science, Music, Art, Religion, these, as from a fountain start The rivers, have been hers--Man to endow. So must I, wounded in the valley, call To you, alone upon the morning-height: Praise and thanksgiving for the throw and fall! Vanquished by you, I shall rise up and fight Him armed with trident and the subtle mesh-- Mankind's most ancient enemy, the Flesh! XXII Through what dark centuries have all your kind Upon the cross of Sex been crucified! Betrayed with kisses, smitten, then denied; Mocked in the place of judgment, and made blind To please the ruling of some priestly mind. Along the cobbled highroad straight and wide, They have gone bleeding, stumbling forth, and died That Man through them might his redemption find. This your rebuke has taught me. Take my sword, And on your form divine my purple bear; While, kneeling at your feet, I pledge my word For King Love's sake in Woman's cause to fare Against Tradition's standard--church or state-- And be my Sister's knight and laureate. XXIII O woman, now thy golden day's at morn! Dawn leaps and laughs upon the waiting hills, And sings thy freedom; for thy sorrow fills The cup at last; and all that thou hast borne Pleads thy release! ... Lord Christ, and crowned with thorn, Lay bare each sacred agony that spills Blood of the crucified pure hearts and wills, Brows, hands, and feet, the centuries have torn! This be the song that you have taught me sing, The strain you on my ready harp confer. Love seeks, as sought each Christ-adoring king, But to bow down ... Gold, frankincense, and myrrh, Are offered, not the body to possess, Neither command, but reverently to bless. XXIV I am all gladness like a little child! Grief's tragic figure of the veiled face Fades from my path, moving with measured pace Back from the splendour that breaks on the wild, High hills of sorrow, where the storm-clouds piled In drift of tears. Lo! with what tender grace Joy holds the world again in her embrace Since you came forth, and looked on me, and smiled. Down in the valley shines a scimiter-- A stream with autumn-gold deep damascened; And of the bards of day one loiterer Still lingers at his song, securely screened By foliage. Dear, what miracle is this, Transforming void and chaos with a kiss! XXV There are so many things to say and do After that moment of our breathless bliss When separation ends upon a kiss, And I have passed the dreary spaces through. Words as of one long leashed by silence who Finds tongue at last, and, eager, would not miss Fulfilment of ten thousand fancies; this Must follow my first swift embrace of you. Secure within the palaces of thought, And guarded by my soul as with a sword, These fancies are; no curious eyes have caught Their gleam and glory: you alone, Adored, May enter the uplifted gates of gold To hear and see what never has been told. XXVI There is a little path among the trees That leads me to a quiet garden-plot; Thither I go for the content of thought, Dreams, and the quiet joy of reveries; And in this place my simple melodies Are sung with you beside me--fancies caught From the swift moment, as if one forgot The truth that cries: "Imaginings are these!" So have I with the magic of the mind Called and compelled you to my lonely heart; And never have you failed me. Now I find No more the anguish of dead days; apart From you I faltered; at your side I gain Gladness from sorrow, and peace out of pain! XXVII Come down the woodland way a while with me. Be still, and know the spirit of this place That is my garden. How each flower's face Turns to us o'er the serried rosemary Which guard my lilies from captivity! What slow unfolding of the harebell's grace! What quiet moving of majestic pace In the persistence of the shrub and tree! Made one with Nature, you, my Love, and I Are reconciled; for life to us is good, Who heard a Presence in the garden cry: "Delve earth, smite rock, plunge pool, and cleave the wood; There thou shalt find Me!" ... Dear, and we have found Peace through our loyal kinsmen of the ground. XXVIII Companion of the highroad, hail! all hail! Day on his shoulder flame of sunset bears, As he goes marching where the autumn flares A banner to the sky; in russet mail The trees are trooping hither to assail Twilight with spears; a rank of coward cares Creep up, as though to take us unawares, And find their stratagems of none avail. Accept the challenge of the royal hills, And dare adventure as we always dared! Life with red wine his golden chalice fills, And bids us drink to all who forward fared-- Those lost, white armies of the host of dream; Those dauntless, singing pilgrims of the Gleam! XXIX Here have we made fair songs on psalteries Played tenderly by lovers in all lands. Sometimes the strings are smitten by harsh hands Of anger, doubt, and frowning jealousies; And sometimes are drawn forth sad threnodies For dear Love dead. Let him who understands Man's way with Woman loose the mystic bands That bind my parabled heart-secrecies. In dreams again o'er leagues of purple sea My bark is borne to some far, fabled strand-- Dear, how the world is young! I seem to be One of famed Helen's lovers; her command Is in your eyes as you gaze forth from Troy-- Immortal in your beauty and your joy. XXX My Lady of the Sonnets, one word more, The last; and, after, let the silence fall. Our year is ended, and things great and small Glow with its glory; could we live it o'er, What would we scatter from its precious store Of pearl, chalcedony, and topaz--all The many-jewelled moments that we call Love's treasure--we who had not loved before! Into that treasure plunge we both our hands, The while we laugh, and love, and live again. What rainbow-splendours and what golden sands Fall from our fingers! ... Now let come the pain And steal the shadow, moan the wintry sea; Locked is the casket: in your hands the key! ANTONY TO CLEOPATRA, AFTER ACTIUM I Day is all drenched with heavy rain of tears; The silences of joy are lost in sound Of sorrow; for I weep the wasted years-- Wasted as wine poured out upon the ground From beakers brimming red for thirsty lips. Hushed are the trumpets that will call no more; Lonely and vast the spaces of the sea Where oft my mariners have flashed the oar And ploughed deep furrows with my scarlet ships-- Eager and ready for the fight, and free. II Egypt! My Egypt! Actium, and thou The glory and the wonder of the world, Titles and place, all that I had are now Rolled up within a sphere of flame and hurled Into the gulfs of doom; quaking of earth, And thunder, as of gods deriding, fill The darkness and the void of those abysses: Yet in my anger and my anguish still Hath Love his ancient way, stirring to birth Dreams of the lost, dead days, thy lips and kisses. III Yea, I must love thee though I fall and die! Yea, hath my heart become for Love a lyre, And he hath syllabled thy name, and I Fill in each silence with a song; aspire To rival in my rapture Euterpe. For life or death, Elysium or Doom, We soar and sink together through the vast And unrevealed, dim reaches of the Room Whose walls are Night, and its wide portals three-- The Future, and the Present, and the Past! IV Leave thou thy chamber and its spectral glooms; Rise like the morn upon the mountains; stand, My Rose of Dawn, among all lesser blooms, And with white lilies mate each slender hand, And let the sky grow glorious and blue To match thine eyes! ... Come, Queen, and my Adored, Clothed in thy splendour as I saw thee first! Oh, come, ere I thwart Cæsar on my sword, And with my body pay him what is due! Quench with thy lips on mine, O Heart, love's thirst. V Why dost thou linger, thou the miracle Among all marvels? Hither call the birds; The faint, far song of rivers; silver bell And pause of twilight, when the crooning words Of mothers bending over babes awake Echoes of whispers through the reeds and grass: Let these and other voices vie with thine, And lo! the god who vanquished Marsyas Yields thee his harp, and one by one forsake The nymphs their singing for thy voice divine. VI O beauty, beauty that can never die! O music, music meeting on thy mouth! Challenge the wings of morning, bid them fly Over the earth, east, west, north, and south, To find one other woman fair as thou; One other woman in whom harmonies Rise up like fountains singing in the sun. Supernal Wonder! thou art more than these Frail jars of perfumed balsams from the bough Of Life's tree, emptied ere the day be done. VII Since thou wast born, the dreamy lotus blows Its blossomed buds no more in vales of ease; Mnemosyne revives where Lethe flows Past sad, lost souls; for he who beauty sees, That moment lives forever, and the sight Shatters the crystal chalices of dream; While phantom faces form, and legions wan And ghostly gather from the dark to stream Out through the wide, star-studded gates of night, Claiming the open portals of the dawn! VIII Behold the chaff is beaten from the wheat: Dost thou not hear the flails upon the floor? Within the presses purple-stainéd feet Bruise joy from out the grape, and o'er and o'er The tale of Bacchus and the vine is told. Laughter and dance and song are everywhere. Shall we who live and love be then denied The harvest? Nay; the fields are not all bare; Still have they fragrant autumn gourds of gold; The trees have yet their majesty and pride. IX Listen and hear Rome roaring from afar! Oh, hearken to the tumult of the hordes Of Cæsar, drunk with the red wine of war! Blow trumpets! Clang, O brazen shields and swords, Your thunder to the steady march of men! And sing, O purple pennons that unfold Beneath the bronze-tipped menace of the spears! The gods! The gods are gleaming on the gold, Wide-winged, great eagles of the Tiber, when The standard of the Emperor appears! X Come, Cleopatra, from thy prison break, And I will gather now my waiting band-- My cohorts; yea, I will rise up and shake Over Octavius a mighty hand; Yea, I-- What sayest thou? The Queen is dead? O Joy of gods and men! thou couldst not die-- Never to Cleopatra could come death! There, lad! hold thou my sword, and let me fly On wings of love to realms unvisited Where Cleopatra, waiting, wandereth! PAUL TO TIMOTHY The long day ends at last, O Timothy, And I, Paul, prisoner of Jesus Christ, Wait for the dark. Upon my window-ledge A sparrow twitters, pecks at the iron bars As though to set me free this night of Rome. A lad is singing somewhere in the street; His voice, careless and free, recalls Cilicia-- Tarsus, my city, where the Cydnus flows-- Recalls those first, far days when in my heart No pain had found a place, and I was Saul-- Named for the Son of Kish--A Benjamite. How swiftly Age turns back the gate of Time, And with what eager pace pursues the path Trod by the feet of Childhood! I can see The scarlet-prowed Phenician ships, triremes Down from the Tiber, and Egyptian barges, Abundant fruitage of the date and palm, Tall, Bacchic amphora, and perfumed bales Of Tyrian purple, stand along the quay; And I can hear the sailors and their songs, The strange, brown mariners of many seas, With arms like anchor-cables in their strength: Oh, then was I a wanderer of earth, And dreamed of brave adventure in far lands! They say the Hebrew burning in my blood Closed all life's doors, save one, upon the world; That I, the Pharisee of Pharisees, Contemned the beauty and the song of Greece! How little do they know, my Timothy, My dear disciple, and my bosom friend, Heart, soul, feet, hands, eyes, ears, and lips of Paul, How little do they know! To-morrow morn Without the city wall I shall kneel down Before the Roman sword and die! O Death, Where is thy sting? O Grave.... The lad still sings! Would thou could hear his song: Anacreon? Nay; Sappho! He? Athenian, I think. 'Tis such a voice as that which Eunice heard-- Son of the Faith once and for all delivered-- Oft in the streets of Lystra's eventide, Telling of Timothy returning home, Or ever thou didst follow Christ and Paul. Why doth he sing, and hale me back to life Who on the morn must die? And Sappho's song! Flee from this wicked world ordained to death! The wrath of God is kindled in the sky, And Babylon shall be consumed in smoke! How all the gold has gone from out the west: 'Tis crimson now, and on the Forum falls A menace as of blood! O Babylon, The cup of thine iniquity is full, And runneth over even to the ground! Still doth he sing; and always Sappho's song! O Greece, the tongue of Homer and of Paul Is in that song! Behold, the sound thereof Goes forth unto the ends of all the world; And neither speech nor language shall prevail Upon its magic and its mastery! How little do they know, son Timothy, Of Paul, the prisoner of Jesus Christ. A Pharisee? Yea, straitest of that sect. Learned in the law? Aye, from Gamaliel. And persecutor of the Church of God? Saul who consented unto Stephen's death! Ah, woe is me! Yet little do they know, Who know not this: the law of sin and death Is done away in Christ, by Whom all things Are sanctified; and neither Jew nor Greek, And neither bond nor free, exist in Him Who is the First Begotten Son of God, The Keystone of life's slow-ascending arch, And Who completeth all things in Himself. Nathless, I found this truth not easily: In those far boyhood days beside the Cydnus, Watching the sailors and the ships, I felt Shame of my passion for the many tones And tinctures of the coloured sails and prows, Shame at the tumult in my heart at songs Sung by the boatmen; for the law is hard, And presseth with a heavy hand upon Youth and the innocent delights of youth. Young Rabbi Saul the Thunderer, and Saul Consenting unto Stephen's death, are dead; Slain by the piercing of the Cross of Christ! Christ of the lilies--He Who loved the fields, And heard the children in the market place Complaining at the unresponsive feet, And ears deaf to their piping and sweet song. Doth He know my lad singing in the street-- My young Athenian, whose voice for Paul Breathes _Ave atque Vale_ on the world? Christ is not quickly learned; and gradual Is the progression of a soul to Him. Hard strove I through the barriers of thought, And one by one dissolved the old ideas That misted o'er the mountains of desire, Before I found that all things beautiful, Like lilies of the open field, are spread Beneath the benediction of His love. Write this again: _There is no bond nor free!_ This is the Faith; and this is Jesus Christ, The Saviour of the world! Think what it means, O Timothy, this Faith thou hast received To give and guard at Ephesus. Let fall Distinctions from henceforth, and keep in one The diverse aspirations of mankind. Jerusalem and Alexandria, Rome, Athens, Corinth and Iconium, Moses and Socrates, Plato and Paul, Isaiah, Homer, and Euripides, Bezaleel and thine own Phidias, David and Sappho--all are in His heart! Thou wilt remember what I lately wrote-- The feet of him who bears that letter speed, As sped Pheidippides--"All inspired Scripture Is given of God;" for nothing beautiful Lives but by breathing of the Holy Ghost. Force is of Satan; Art the child of God; And they, who like this foredoomed Babylon Build citadels cemented by men's blood, Are numbered with the damned! Do I not know? Am I not Paul, the prisoner of Christ? Creators of sweet sounds and lovely forms Care not for Babylon; they seek the hills, And know God in the thunders of the seas; They find Him where pomegranate and the pine Are passionate with pleading of all souls That are with dross of earth unsatisfied. This have I learned from the Athenian Who sings the song of Sappho unto Paul. Gone are the gold and scarlet from the west; Night falls; and Rome is like the Galaxy-- Indefinite with stars. A myriad Of tiny flames are flaring on the hills; And in those evening fires the souls of men Are manifested--souls that upward burn In emulation of the beautiful: For the invisible, pure things of Him From the creation of the world are seen And understood by what is made. One God, One Law, one Hope, one Faith, and one Desire, Are in the impulse of creative hands, And on the lips that sing--as sings the lad To Paul the prisoner, great Sappho's song! DIVES IN TORMENT Out of the gulf of a grief that is flame, Spent with the storm of an æon of tears, Call I at last the Ineffable Name-- Thou Who art throned o'er the flood of the years Dim are the depths of the City of Dis Where Thou hast plunged me; an infinite pain Harries me on to its lowest abyss, Beats on my head in a torment of rain. Shapes that are dreadful with uttermost hate Follow me down, and a Voice follows after: Stay! thou dost flee from the furies of Fate! Hell trembles with their demoniac laughter. Why didst Thou form me so helpless and frail Out of the clod and allied to the star? Lured by the vision and fashioned to fail, Is it my fault I have fallen so far? Why in my breast didst Thou kindle desire, Love for the lips of a woman divine? Why did I swoon at the sound of the lyre, Dance and grow wild in the wonder of wine? God, how I hate Thee enthroned in the sky; Cruel Omnipotence torturing me! Clenched are these manacled hands that defy Hosts of the seraphim singing to Thee! Paused One a moment and played on a harp, Joyous and free in the quest of his star: Passed and was gone, in despair of the sharp Pain that smote me like a swift scimetar-- Pain that was memory stirred by his song-- Breath of the lily and breath of the rose, Myrrh on the fingers of maidens that throng Home from the pools when the day is at close: Hark! how they sing as they carry the jars High on the shoulder: "Home, home from the well! Gold on the dates is the kiss of the stars, Soft as the kiss of betrothal that fell Sweet on the lips when my lover claimed me Caught in the vineyard, delayed by the moon Orbed in the west, which I tarried to see:-- Night hath a charm that is not in the noon." Flight of the Seraph, thou bringest me this-- Love and the laughter of maidens who tell Life is revealed in the breath of a kiss; Softly they sing it: "Home, home from the well!" Flight of the Seraph, delay, oh, delay! Spread wide those pinions of purple and gold; Strike on the strings, O my Harpist, and play! Sing me that song that they anthemed of old, When from the dust all my members were made, When o'er the cradle a mother looked down, Saw me, her first-born, and clasped me and prayed God to bequeath me a sceptre and crown! Sing till Jehovah is shamed by that prayer-- False to the covenant sealed by her pain, He Who hath damned what she suckled with care-- Sing back the years, and her love is again! Gone is the Seraph! O God! and O God! Thou only art left, Thou only, and I-- Wouldst have my pity? I who am a clod Give that much, Torturer, throned in the sky. Man is unconquered, Jehovah hath failed; Love and not Hate is the end of the law! Lonely is He, and His heart is assailed By the swift arrow He ventured to draw-- Head to the bow and the haft to the cord-- Arrow called "Judgment" and "Rod of His Might," Barbed with the vengeance and wrath of the Lord, Winged with the flame of an infinite Right! Yea, Thou hast pity! and Man will forgive-- Man will forgive and Thine anger forget-- Man who hath learned in the dying, to live! Open the books, for the judgment is set: Was I to blame that Lazarus lurked Loathsome with sores at the banqueting hall, Vile in return for the labour he shirked, Begging for crumbs when the world was his all? "The race to the swift," the proverb hath said; Fleet-footed I strove and won to the goal, Got me a palace, anointed my head, Unctioned my body and pleasured my soul-- Pleasured my soul that is tortured in hell! Unctioned my body that crumbles to dust! Got me a palace whose pinnacles fell! Gone are the garments to moth and to rust! Dim are the depths of the gulf of my pain! Memory burns! ... The fine linen! ... The feast! Beautiful faces of souls I have slain! Blood of the threatening prophet and priest! * * * * * Lazarus! thou like a dream in the night Ere one awaketh to find that the day Leaps on the hills in the joy of his might, Sings till the shadows are driven away! Lazarus! thou like a god in his star Speeding through space, and whose chariot wheels Thunder on pavements of crystal, and jar Hell's deep foundations! My spirit appeals, Clamours and cries in protest of its pain, Rages and rails at the wreck and the wrong Done by Jehovah! Revenge is in vain; Hate hurls at Hate with a hate that is strong! Lazarus, why art thou come unto me? Stand like a star on a mountain of morn, Spirit redeemed by Jehovah's decree, And drink to the dregs of my chalice of scorn. Bitter the chalice of Dives' disgrace! Shudderest thou at the purple stained brim! Drink! or I dash the cup full in thy face-- Drink! and then back to hosannah and hymn! Fade from my sight! and thy glory withdraw Over the gulf to dim islands of palm, Where the Redeemed by the blood of the law Sing to the Lord on their harps, with a psalm! Taunt me not, Lazarus, thou, and thy smile! Pity or scorn I regard not! Away! Is Paradise lonely that thou must beguile Hell with thy holiness! What does thou say? Nay, thou are silent; why wilt thou not speak? This is the torment: that never a word, Touch of a hand, or of lips on my cheek Cloud of Gehenna's death-stillness hath stirred. Think of it, Lazarus! Thou wast alone; Down by the gate of my palace didst call: "Give of thy bread!" and I gave thee a stone! Lazarus! Lazarus! I would give all-- I would give all, for I know thou didst crave Love, only love, who had no one to love; Even as I who have learned in the grave What I had missed in the earth-life above. Life is in loving: and lonely is he Who hath not found in the flower and fern, Song of the bird and the hum of the bee, Voice and a prayer as of spirits that yearn Upward forever to fellowship; strive Bravely for place in the legions of light; Dauntless of death in the tempest they thrive, Laugh and are glad of the foe and the fight. This was my failure, who thought that the feast Rivalled the rapture of bird on the wing; Rivalled the lily all robed like a priest; Smoke of the pollen when rose-censers swing. This was my folly, who gave for a gown-- Purple and gold, and a bracelet and rings, Shouts in the streets as I rode through the town-- Life in the love of the kinship of things. Lazarus! Lazarus! This is my thirst, Fever from flame of the love I have missed; Ache of the heart for the friends I have cursed; Longing for lips that I never have kissed! Hell is for him who hath never found God Hid in the bramble that burns by the way; Findeth Him not in the stone and the clod; Heareth Him not at the cool of the day. Hell is for him who hath never found Man! God and my Brother, I failing to find, Failed to find me; so my days were a span Void of the triumph of Spirit and Mind. Once, I recall, at the table I leaned Back on the breast of Pomona, my slave, Saw through the window, with lattice-work screened, Thee in thy rags, and I laughed! then grew grave: Up the white street came a Man with a face Sad with the woe and the pain of the world; Moving with kingliness, ease, and a grace; Crowned with wine-coloured hair wavy and curled Over broad shoulders, so broad that I vowed Here was Messias--the Samson--the King! Leaped from the table and joined with the crowd; Offered my purple, my bracelet, my ring! Then through the clamour and dust of the street Words of rebuke were directed to me: "Lift thou up Lazarus; give him a seat High among all who are feasting with thee." Lift up the beggar! I laughed at Him there-- "Thou and Thy tattered ones take to the street-- I to the palace ... Begone! ... And beware! Caiaphas comes, and the Sanhedrin meet! "Go! or I hale Thee to judgment of them; Go! or Thy God shall avail Thee in vain; Thou art of Japheth, and I am of Shem Lazarus, outcast and cursed with Cain! "Needs must there be a division of men; Hewer of wood is the Gibeonite, Cutter of stone in the quarries, and then Slave to the Covenant-Israelite." "Nay, all are equal and loved of the Lord," Whispered the Stranger. The listening street, Filled with the murmur of those who adored, Hushed at the sound of His voice that was sweet, Stirring my heart as a harp in the hall, Silent for ages, is stirred by the wind Breathed through the arras; and memories call Over the summits of spirit and mind. Yea, for a moment I struggled with Love; Yearned to embrace thee and pour on thy hair Oil of anointing, and place thee above All of the guests who were gathering there-- There in my palace of pleasure and ease, Builded by Herod, and bought with my gold, Portaled and curtained with soft tapestries Woven at looms of the Orient, sold Down in Damascus. A palm in the sands, That was my palace; a palm with a soul Breathing of beauty when each leaf expands Out to the desert which brims like a bowl-- Brims like a bowl of Falernian wine Turned to the sun! O my palace and hall! O sound of the psaltery under the vine Grown in the garden! O footsteps that fall Soft as the leaves in a pomegranate grove, Soft on the pavement of beryl and pearl Under the moon when my Miriam strove, Laughing, to dance down the Syrian girl! These thrust between my compassion and thee-- Beauty that mocked like a maid from her bower-- Beauty that looked through the lattice at me; Sighed: "I have tarried, my Love, for this hour!" Then to the palace all flaming I went, Flaming with love for Pomona, my pride. Back like a bow her dear body I bent, Kissed her and placed her in joy at my side; Crowned her with myrtle, proclaimed her a queen; Drank to her eyes and her lips and her hair; Clasped on her throat of an ivory sheen Gems of an order kings only might wear. Oh, how she sparkled and gleamed like a sword! Oh, how the cymbals and tabours did sound! Oh, my Pomona, my loved and adored-- Dust of the body is dust of the ground! * * * * * For I forgot Him, and bought with my gold Houses and lands. Yea, I sought far and wide Pleasure and ease. Then one day I was old.... Darkness came over the noon ... and I died! Dead and companioned in pomp to the grave! Dead and forgotten in less than a day Save by Pomona, my mistress and slave Sold unto Herod! ... Oh, she had a way, Turn of the head and glance of the eye! Touch of the hand and a fall of the feet! Voice that was coo of the dove and a cry Heard in the night when the seraphim meet! Sometimes I fancy Gehenna's abyss Gleams with a light that is love; and I feel Lips on my lips in the tenderest kiss, Making hell heaven: as though the appeal Sent from my soul to Pomona had gained Heart and the whole of her throned on a star, Where for an son of bliss she hath reigned Lonely for Dives so lost and afar! Lazarus! Nearer! The light on thy face Shines through the dark! Oh, what glory is thine! Nay, not too near lest thou see my disgrace Naked! behold bruised the image divine! Lazarus! Pity! Pursue not my soul Down the last gulf! I am fearful of thee-- Not of Jehovah, Whose thunders may roll Over my head--Have thou pity on me! This have I learned in the torment of hell: Man is the judge of the soul that hath sin; Man must raise man from the depths where he fell, Hurled by the hand of his passion. Begin, Lazarus, Lord of the light and the dark; Stand on the cloud that hath bridged the abyss, Judging my cause; for my spirit is stark Under thy glance in abandon of bliss! Yea, there is joy in the judgment; a peace I have not known in an æon of pain; Joy in the thought that thy love will not cease Till it hath cleansed all my spirit from stain. Therefore I hail thee, O Lazarus! cry: "Hail to the love that restoreth the years The locusts have eaten! Search me and try The thought of my heart and the tale of my tears!" Try me and prove me; for I am undone, Conquered by love of a love that hath sought Me unto hell! Thou hast triumphed and won, Lazarus, who for my spirit hath fought. Yield I the trophies of battle; lay down All of the pride and the hatred of heart; Weeping I give thee my sceptre and crown; Nothing I claim; not a tithe, not a part! * * * * * Lazarus, art thou the same that I saw Begging for crumbs? Thou hast changed, thou hast changed! Through what dominions of wonder and awe, Beauty and joy, hast thou ranged, hast thou ranged? Kingly and glorious, mantled with flame, Lo! in thyself the Messias I see. Lazarus, thou and the Christ art the same, Thou art the Christ and the Master of me-- Thou art Messias! ... And this Paradise! ... There is Pomona! ... There Mother who gave Breast to her babe! ... From Gehenna I rise Cleansed by a love that is mighty to save! Light, and the sound of a song that is love! Light, and the freedom of spirit to soar! Light, and Messias enthroned above High where the seraphim bow and adore! SONNETS AND SONGS FELLOW CRAFTSMEN As in some workshop where the hammers ring And bare-armed artizans toil, blow on blow, To make each, crude, imperfect member grow To the completed plan, rise thou, and fling Aside all doubt and languor; strive to bring The deed up to its best; in gladness go Undaunted; have full confidence; and know Thou and thy God can perfect everything! Throughout the busy day He works with us And knows that we are tired; He hears and feels The grind of every cog, the plaint, the fuss, The purr of pinions in the thousand wheels That whir forever down the endless walls, Where, as we toil, His light perpetual falls. POSCA The light within the sky was growing dim. Death-white, a thorn-crowned face looked from a cross And watched with dying eyes the soldiers toss Dice for the seamless robe they stripped from Him; And of that number there was one who first Was touched with pity for Him hanging there, And ran a sponge of vinegar to bear, When in His anguish Jesus said: "I thirst!" O nameless soldier of the long ago, Yours was the doing of a deathless deed; Who braved the people passing to and fro, And gave to Christ the sponge upon a reed The while His own disciples standing near, Dismayed, moved not to help Him in their fear. REINCARNATION I saw three souls before a jasper throne That stood, star-canopied, beyond the world Where angels knelt before a Presence--furled White wings and waited. In vast undertone A Voice said: "Choose!" And instantly were shown Three chalices: one like a lily curled About a stem of gold; one was empearled In silver; one was carved from common stone. I saw three souls sink swiftly back to earth; I heard three children wailing in the night; I met three men of diverse rank and birth: A king; a priest; a slave whose wretched plight Moved me to pity, till mine ancient dream Recalled the proverb: "Things are not what they seem!" JACOB'S DREAM Lonely and worn by day's dull toil and heat, Life lay before me stark, and dead, and drear; Night had engulfed the desert, and a fear Was on me as of slow, resistless feet Of foes invisible, from whom retreat Denied me respite! I knew the moment near-- Jehovah's hand uplifted, and His spear Down-glancing through the dark my heart to meet; And as I crouched to take the stroke that fell Swift from the sky, a cloud of cherubim Burst on my vision with a mighty song That filled the wilderness, as though a bell Chimed from afar. Then someone said: "Be strong, Son of the Highest! Find thyself in Him!" KEATS To sing, as thou didst in full throated ease, Sweeter than thine oft-envied nightingale, And with thy singing waken hill and dale Until the many harpstrings of the trees Murmured in strange and old antiphonies; To wander at thy will into the vale Where sleeps Endymion, and tell the tale Of Dian's nymphs or Pan's dear dryades: Was it, in sooth, too great a price to pay-- The heart-ache and the passion and the tears With which God mixed for thee life's cup of gold? Against the sadness of thy lot I hold The joy of him who sees and feels and hears Earth's splendour, fulness, music, night and day. A POET'S PRAYER Give me pause and time for dreaming; Send me to some quiet place Where the winding water, gleaming, Holds a glass before my face. Here within the grind and clamour I forget what I have known; Life and love have lost their glamour, And my heart is turned to stone. Shrub and bird and beast are mingled With a clumsy dream of man; Lost the ancient art that singled Hoof and brow of brooding Pan! Strike the rock, release the river, Bid it through the desert go; Let its shallows dance and quiver, And its flood majestic flow; Till again the rushing rapture Of the poet's soul is mine, With its swift pursuit to capture Visions that are all divine. WHAT IS RELIGION? What is Religion?--Word of many creeds Blared forth in streets by solemn Pharisee, And piped in doleful tones on scrannel reeds, Untouched by love or tender sympathy That moves the soldier where the Master bleeds? What is Religion?--Lofty minster-spires And rich mosaics on the chancel wall; Deep organ-tones, and silver-throated choirs Whose golden Glorias night and morning fall, With sanctus-bell and flares of altar-fires? What is Religion? Note of bird on bough; The sunlight falling o'er the waving grass; A child's clear gaze and unashamed brow; The little deeds that, living, come and pass And are forgot: Religion is, I trow. What is Religion? Why, who anywhere Stoops down to touch the dusty wayside-flower, And then as tenderly the face of care; Who thus in love lives on from hour to hour Has caught the secret, and has mastered prayer. A SONG OF SPRING Little laughter of the grass; Clapping of soft, tiny hands; Fleeting forms that come and pass In relays of fairy bands; And the birds upon the wing-- Tell the secret! It is Spring! In the woods the dryades Hear the sounding pipes of Pan, Leave their temples of the trees And return to haunts of man; This the song they sweetly sing-- Ave! Ave! It is Spring! Domed with sapphire is the sky; Haze of opal hath the hills; Brown the brooks that rushing by Call to their companion rills; These their joyous welcome bring-- Hail! All hail! For it is Spring! A FALLEN ANGEL Out of the light, Into the night, God, I am falling! Fashioned of flame, Spent with my shame, God, I am calling! All through the day Sin has had sway-- Lost is the token; Evening brings Hurt of my wings, Blackened and broken. Child of a star, Thine avatar, Drunk from the revel; Who am I, God,-- Spirit or clod, Angel or devil? Yet Thou hast made Me Thy sword-blade-- Sheathed, that its brightness Flash up to win, When the last sin Burns into whiteness. Hand that can smite, Hold the hilt tight, Draw, and strike faster! Strike with me, Lord! My soul Thy sword, And Thou its Master. Strike! till the day Grow from the gray Gloom of the peril; And in the skies Dream-domes arise-- Jacinth and beryl! A LITANY For what we to ourselves have done, We who are miracles divine, Flares from a universal sun, Or lees from an Olympian wine; For the abuse of laughter, And tears that follow after; For love betrayed, and hope delayed: Cry we mercy, God! For what we to ourselves have said: "Thou hast much goods; peace, O my Soul, Nor fret if beggars cry for bread, And show their rags in hope of dole. God giveth thee much pleasure, Want is the poor man's measure!" For all of these dark heresies: Cry we mercy, God! For what we on ourselves have wrought-- Wild havoc with the weird, grotesque, Abortive images of thought, Making of beauty the burlesque; For much pretence in praying; And little heart at playing; For smothered smiles and countless guiles: Cry we mercy, God! For casting dice where Jesus bleeds Upon His cross, naked, alone; Unheedful in the noise of creeds Of Him and His last dying moan; For Rahab robed in scarlet, Cursed with the title, "Harlot," By the decrees of Pharisees: Cry we mercy, God! For the delight of out-of-doors Missed in our minsters made of stone, Unmindful that pure incense pours To Thee from wild rose-petals blown Down forest-aisles; that altar fires Burn in the sunset on the hills, And from the pine-wood's ancient spires The varied chime of evening fills All hearts with rapture; for the light Lost on white lilies, and the blue Of heaven wasted, the dear night With her gold stars and silver dew Neglected. Oh, for what we fail To find from life so rich and fair-- The rain, the snow, the sleet, the hail, Summer, and blossom-breathing air; For every useless sorrow, And fears for the to-morrow, Not knowing Thee, great Deity: Cry we mercy, God! THE GREAT COMRADE I hear Thy voice within the world, Thy thunder from the heaven hurled; I lean and listen to the trees Chanting Thine age-long litanies. Over white leagues of ice and snow, Through drift and storm I watch Thee go; Upon the sea's sad surge behold Marks of Thy journeyings manifold. Where lilies lowly bow the head Some marvel of Thyself is shed; Earth's joyous, wild, and wandering things Are hints of Thy rememberings. From mist of stars upward to man, Lord, all Thy ways I dimly scan. * * * * * To what divine and unguessed goals, Comrade, invitest Thou all souls! A REVERY The green sea surges up to land; I feel its salt breath on my cheek; In deep-throated tones it seems to speak As it falls thundering, seething on the sand. The wild gulls circling sweep and cry; A thin mist veils the crimson west; The great, red sun sinks swiftly down to rest; A dying flame crawls flickering up the sky. Deep darkness, and the sullen boom Of sea receding into dark; I hear a faint, "Hoy, heave hoy!" I mark A vessel's lights that pierce the gloom. * * * * * Night! and remoteness of the stars; Vast, unrevealed infinitude Of ocean, and the interlude Of sobbing from the sandy bars! GOOD-BYE Dear, and dark, and tall Lady of my heart, Summer roses fall Now that we must part! What has happened, dear? All the flowers are dead! Since you are not near, Laughter, too, is fled. All the tender blue Turned to tearful gray, When I said to you, "Good-bye," and went away! DAVID'S SONG TO MICHAL From "The Witch of Endor" O Heart, dear Heart, Heart of the wild, red rose! Hid in the loveliest flower that grows; Hands of the seraphim scatter, let fall Myrrh from thy leaves in the garden of Saul. O Heart, dear Heart, Heart of the wild, red rose! Breath from the lips of the cherubim blows Soft on thy petals; they whisper and call, Laugh and are glad in the garden of Saul. O Heart, dear Heart, Heart of the wild, red rose! Flame from the gold of the Mercy Seat glows, Shines like a star on my love's festival; Michal is mine in the garden of Saul! DAVID BEFORE SAUL From "The Witch of Endor" Down by the stream of the waters Came the king; and his face was sad, Sad with a grief beyond belief, For a bitter grief he had: To be a king means sorrowing-- A king may not be glad. Down by the stream of the waters Came the king, and alone at night; His robe was torn, a crown of thorn Was on his brow so white: They placed it there, who did not care His eyes with tears were bright. Down by the stream of the waters, Where it flows through the valley of death, He came, the king, all sorrowing; A sob was in his breath: They broke his heart, who stood apart-- The crowd that wondereth. A VILLANELLE OF FATE When the day of life is done, And the tools are laid aside, We shall slumber one by one. Norns their threads of fate have spun Lust and virtue, grace and pride-- When the day of life is done. All that we have here begun Must be scattered far and wide; We shall slumber one by one. Gone the folly and the fun, Spilled the wine and spent the tide, When the day of life is done. By the marge of Acheron Shall dear dreams be then denied, When we slumber one by one? * * * * * Build your tower to the sun! Surely death may be defied. 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