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1905 · PDF PAGE 81

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…mous upon the host Of these idolatrous that thus invade Our fencéd cities, these that put to sword Our helpless. Hear the cry of widowed men ! Of young men fatherless! Of old men reft Of children! Grant us victory to avenge Their innocent shed blood, and ruined land. So, to gain time for prayer and penitence For grievous trespass of idolatry Done to the accurséd Baalim (aszde)—and time To gather fugitives, and make them men, And straggling herdsmen for our arma- ment !—(a/oud) We send thee, herald, to the furious king Who lies with all his powe…

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…His hand Was heavy to bring us grief; He brought down fire on the land, And withered us root and Icaf Until we were utterly broken, lost men, without a chief. But whom we scorned we have set A leader and judge over all; His wrong he may not forget, But he pitieth men that call From the heart that is broken with fear and the noise of funeral, JEPHTHAH. Are all these ready for their hearth and altars To perish suddenly upon the field, Pavilioned with the little tents at noon, And ere the nightfall ten.ed with the dead, And every hollow made a sep…

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IN A CORNFIELD 103 IN A CORNFIELD. O voice of sightless magic Clear through day’s crystal sky, Blithe, contemplative, tragic, As men may laugh or sigh ; As men may love or sorrow, Their moods thy music borrow To bid them live or die. So sweet, so sad, so lonely, In silent noontide only Thy song-wings float and lie On cloud-foam scarred and riven, By God’s red lightnings shriven, And quiet hours are given To him that lingers nigh. Fain would I linger near thee Amid the poppies red, Forget this world, and hear thee As one among the dead ; Amid th…

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JEPHTHAH 67 Shall thirst for our inheritance in vain ; Thou hast no lot nor part in Gilead. And now, he gathers to himself vain men, Violent folk, and breakers of the law, And holds aloof in rocky deserts, where The land, accurst of God, is barren still Of any herb, or flower, or any tree, And has no shelter, nor sweet watersprings, Save where a lonely cave is hollow, and where A meagre fountain sucks the sand. folk Are naked of his counsel and defence Against the tribe of Ammon, and stand aghast 5 Our feeble arms sway doubtfully long swords, A…

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CARMEN SAECULARE 215 That sitteth upon many waters, even she That called together all her daughters upon the sea; That clad herself in crimson silk and robes of black And gave men blood instead of milk; and made a track Of lives and gold and dust and death on land and sea, She is fallen, is fallen! to me. That which I gave I take, and that she thought to build, I, even I, will break it flat: my curse ful- filled. No stone of London soon shall stand upon another, No son of her throughout the land shall know his brother, I will destroy her who is…

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…der, Gape like the ravening jaws of any beast To let the furious invaders down Into the bowels of the earth, and close Upon those grisly men of war, whose life Groans from the prison that shall crush it out. CHORUS. Be thou most blessed of the Lord for ever ! First ELDER. But what shall he that hath delivered us Have for his guerdon when he comes in triumph ? SECOND ED.DER. A milk-white ass shall bear him through the city. THIRD ELDER. And wreaths of roses be instead of dust. FOURTH ELDER. And dancing girls— Firtit ELDER. And feet of maidens mo…

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…as the mother-lily, still By faint winds swayed ; Tender and pure, without a will— An English maid. No tree of poison, at whose feet All men lie dead ; No well of death, whose waters sweet Are tinged with red. No hideous impassioned queen For whom love dies; No warm imperious Messaline That slew with sighs. Fiercer desires may cast away All things most good ; A people may forget to-day Their motherhood. She will remain, unshaken yet By storm and sun ; She will remain, when years forget That fierier one. A race of clean strong men shall spring F…

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… that followed him : Who plucks my spear out shall be chief of all That ply the short spear: and who breaks the gate Shall lead) my horsemen into Mizpeh: then, Rushing, their spearmen battered in the gate and overpowered the youths and agéd men, That put up trembling spears, and drew slack bows, And flung weak stones that struck for laughter’s sake. So now the city is the spoil of them, And all our women-folk are slain or violate, And all our young men murderously slain, And children spitted on their coward spears. CHORUS. How heavy is Thy hand…

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… a chain of pure delight, Though the canker of it stain at death of night, Fill with passion and distaste and wakened pleasure All the moments run to waste that else were treasure ? Who is Love ? a fury red with all men’s blood On his cruel altars shed, a deadly flood ? Or a veiléd vision black with shame and fear, Whose most loathliest attack at night is near, When the gates of spirit tense with angel’s tread Close, and all the gates of sense swing wide instead, When the will of men is sleeping, and when the mind Hears no sobs of spirits weepi…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 129

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…MYSTERIES: LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC A SONNET OF BLASPHEMY. EXALTED over earth, from hell arisen, There sits a woman, ruddy with the flame Of men’s blood spilt, and her uncleanly shame, And the thrice-venomous vomit of her prison. She sits as one long dead: infernal calm, Chill hatred,- wrap her in their poisonous cold. She careth not, but doth disdainly hold Three scourges for man’s soul, that know no balm. They know not any cure. The first is Life, A well of poison. Sowing dust and dung Over men’s hearts, the second scourge, abuve All shameful dee…

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…ple are as children, hiding Thoughts beautiful and true in profuse words, Not meaning all the lofty flight that fancy And the strong urgement of a tune dis- cover. Be thou our judge, as Joshua long ago. JEPHTHAH. Swear by the Name unspoken that the truth Flashes between the lips that tremble thus ! Ye love me not; ye fear me; ye might thrust Some petty obstacle before my hands When I would grasp your promise, and betray Your faith for fear of me. I read thy thoughts, Old man; I trust no word of thine; but these Full-hearted mourners, them will …

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…leave me ever till I die :— Nay, though [die! Beyond the distant gloom Heaven springs, a fountain, out of Change’s woh ! ‘Time would all men within the grave inter :— For Time himself shall no god find a tomb? Glory and love and work precipitate The end of man’s desire—so sayeth Fate. Man answers: Love is stronger, work more sure, Glory more fadeless than her shafts abate. Though all worlds fail, the pulse of Life be still, God fall, all darken, she hath not her will Of deeds beyond recall, that shall endure: For us, these three divinest glasse…

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218 CARMEN SAECULARE The Isis of the World hath raised her veil One moment, that fresh glory of the stars May glow through winter, where the sun is pale; Melt snow-bound lilies; bid the prison bars, Wherein men bow their heads and women wail, Blossom to nenuphars. The sacred lotus of the universe Blossoms this century—a million tears Melted the ice of Eve’s accursed curse : A million more have watered it—it peers, A resurrection fragrance, to disperse Men’s folly and their fears. The contemplation of those awful eyes, The flaming void, the godh…

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…e the wind beats to their tread. A royal triumph is waiting For the captain of Heaven’s choice, A noise as of eagles mating, A cry as of men that rejoice. For victory crowns with garlands Of fame his valour in far lands, And suns sing back to the starlands His praise with a perfect voice. JEPHTHAH. Leave prophecy until I come again ! CHORUS. A prophet told us thou shouldst fight for us And save thy people from the Ammonites. JEPHTHAH. Why look you so? He told you other thing. CHORUS. Nay, lord, no saying that we understood. JEPHTHAH. Speak thou…

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…he and devour as coals, And God is wroth because of thee, to break The spirit of our pride, our lips to make Keverent toward thee, as of men ashamed. And now we pray thee for our children’s sake, and thine own pity’s sake, to come untamed, And furiously to ride against our foes, To be our leader, till one sanguine rose Spread from thy standard awful leaves of blood, And thy swords pour their long insatiate flood Through ranks of many dead! then, then to close The wounds of all the land, and bid it bud And blossom ; as when two-and-thirty men, T…

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THE COURT OF THE PROFANE 175 The song of stars ; the wail Of women wild and pale, Forlorn and not forsaken ; The tremulous nightingale ; The waters wan that fail By frost-love overtaken, Make sacred all the valley ; And softly, musically, The breezes lull and rally; The pine stirs and is shaken. Beneath whose sombre shade I hold a lazy maid In chaste arms and too tender. Lo! she is fair ! God said : And saw through the deep glade How sweet she was and slender. But I—could I behold her Curved shapeliness of shoulder? I, whose strong arms enfold …

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…. HERALD. Lord Bertram ! BERTRAM. I shall sing in other key. [Szzys. He is the equal of the gods, my queen, He crowned and chosen out of men, Who sits beside thee, sees Love's laughing ecstasies Flame in thy face, and alter then To the low light of passion dimly seen In shaded woods and dells, Love’s wide demesne. But me! I burn with love! My lips are wan ! Thy face is turned—I flame! I melt! I fall! My heart is chilled and dark; My soul’s ethereal spark Is dulled for sorrow ; my despairs recall At last Thy name, O gracious Paphian, Lady of Mer…

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…Give me a master! not some learned priest Who by long toil and anguish has devised A train of mysteries, but some despised Young king of men, whose spirit is released From all the weariness, whose lips are prized By men not much— Ah! let them only once grow warm, my lips to touch. XXIII. Ah! under his protection, in his love, With my abasements emulating his, We surely should attain to That which Is, 1 A name contracted from Dives, sometimes given to Pluto and hence also to the lower world. But ede Dante, /vferno, Canto xxxiv,

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216 CARMEN SAECULARE The temple of their God is broken down ; Yea, Mammon’s shrine is cleansed! The house of her That ‘cowed the world with her malignant frown, And drove the Celt to exile and despair, Is battered now—God’s fire destroys the town ; London admits God’s air. They scorned the God that made them; yea, they said : ‘‘Lords of this globe, the Saxon race, are we. ‘* Europe before us lies, as men lied .; “ Britannia—ho! Britannia rules the sea!” This night thy kingdom shall be finished, Thy soul required of thee. Hail! France ! rebelled…

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…that fixed sky, Rent the cavernous earth, Moulded in awful birth The terror of the cloudy canopy, And tore from underground The lake’s immense profound, And clad the mountains now with this faint snow embroidery. the curved Now the white flakes decrease. Wastwater lies in peace, Kissed by the breezes where the wind once bit ; Gable alone doth stand, A Pyramid more grand Than Pharaoh’s pride exalted, or the wit Of magian shepherds built Who sought his land and spilt Blood of ten million slaves to conquer it.! Clad in sparse robes of white The mo…

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