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And pass beyond their horror to attack Fresh foemen, light and truth to bring Through their untrodden fields of black, A victor king. I know all must be well, all must be free, I know God as I know a friend ; I conquer, and most silently Await the end. 90
When he dips down beyond the far flat land, Know never more the day and night apart, Know not where frost has laid his iron hand, Save only that it fastens on my heart ; Save only that it grips with icy fire These veins no fire of hell could satiate ; Save only that it quenches this desire. Let me pass out beyond the city gate. 8
… divinely lifted From our dim space-bounds to a vaster sphere The spirit, through the vision of clouds rifted, Soars quick and clear. We know the dance that hails the golden pinions The sun waves over an awakening earth ; We know the joy that floods the heart’s dominions At true love’s birth. Even so, the mists that roll o’er earth are riven, The spirit flashes forth from mortal sight, And, flaming through the viewless space, is given A robe of light. As when the conqueror Christ burst forth of prison, And triumph woke the thunder of the sphere…
… semblance of the Man I love, And fountains and fresh grass by magic spell Are suddenly around me. And above I hear the voice my visions know so well : “ Well striven all this day against the power of Hell ! ” I know these mercies still diviner grow Each day I strive, but should I sit and rest One hour of dawn, and cry, “ I will not go Another step without more sleep,” that blest Dove flies away, the fountains are repressed, The grass is withered, and the angry sky Rages more fierce that day, and from the crest Of black foul mountains comes a b…
…n the thin blood raced From out the stricken side. The incense fumes, the chant is low, Perfume around is shed ; I am as one of Them who know The secrets of the dead : The sorrows that walk to and fro, The love that hides his head. O living Head ! whose thorns are keen To bruise and pierce and slay ; O Christ ! whose eyes have always been Fixed fast upon the way, Where dim Jerusalem was seen A city cold and grey ! The flowers of fire that grow beneath, And blossom on the Tree Are fed from his despair and death Who sings of land and sea, And all…
… sweet as Death, And Love be clean as Lust ! I died amid her kisses : so This last time I would not forget— So I attained The Life ; and know Her lips and God’s have met. 24
…ger on alone Without a staff to hold me if I sink In the hot quagmires of untrusty stone. Foodless and beastless, so despairing grown, I know not, care not, only trust that soon The sun’s dominion may be overthrown, And o’er the wilderness appear the moon With cold lips to bestow the inestimable boon. Still I have never prayed for death, but rather Would be found fighting toward the goal I seek, Stretching both hands toward a loving father, And struggling toward some barren voiceless peak With feet made stedfast, if God made them weak ; So, on …
…e Mock me with silence. What is Life ? The stars Are silent. O ye matchless ministers That daily pass in your appointed ways To reach—we know not what ! How meaningless Your bright assemblage and your steady task Of doubtful motion. And the soul of man Grapples in death-pangs with your mystery, And fails to wrestle down the hard embrace That grips the thighs of thought. And so he dies To pass beyond ye—whither ? To find God ? All my life long I have gazed, and dreamed, and thought, Unless my thought itself were but a dream, A little, troubled d…
…in my heart one slow sweet whisper stole Consuming and destroying all my soul Lest, if the pure cold mind should conquer it, I might not know, although it still were sweet. “ My pure desires arose and cast out love That flew away, most like a wounded dove, Only the drops were mine its bosom bled, Now the last time it hovers by my head : “ Now the last time I turn and go to her.” The violet smiled at him : his fingers fair Plucked the sweet blossom to his breast ; his eyes Mused like delight, and like desire were wise. There was a maiden like th…
…eart still throbs with that cold flame, Calm and eager purpose yet to reach the goal That high hopes have sternly set before my soul, To know, will, dare for man’s sake if man may, Grasp the secret of the plans that rule the way Of stars and suns, that shape the tiniest blade Of Grass whose frailties ’scape the passing maid, Whose light foot brushes fern and moss ? But Love Comes a thief to men who turn toward things above 61