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…blue, On the spring that wot not of Fruit and falling leaves and love ; Never dew-dashed foreheads fair Shall salute the idle air; Never feet shall wander deep | Where the fronds of fern, asleep, Kiss her rosy feet that pass On the spangled summer grass, Half awake, and drowse again ; Never more our feet shall stain Purple with the joyous grape, Whence there rose a fairy shape In the fume and must and juice,
…hold Sweet odours of the sunny spring. Behold the rising swell of perfect calm In breezy dells adorable of balm ! Behold the tender rosy feet Made bare for holiness, that move Like doves amid the waving wheat, Or swallows silver in the grove Where sylph and salamander meet, And gnome and undine swoon for love ! Her feet that flit upon the windy way Twin fawns, the daughters of the rosy day. Behold, the arms of her desire Wave, weave, and wander in the air, Vines life-endued by subtle fire So quick and comely, curving bare ; The white diaphanous…
…right bands, Virgins whose one sweet will is To sing the victory of our God in all sky-girdled lands! Elohim! SEMICHORUS I. With dancing feet, and noise Of timbrels smitten, With tears and tender joys, With songs unwritten, With music many-mouthed, with robes in snowy equipoise. Jephthah!
JEPHTHAH. 65 Singing lest our eyes escape All his tunic wried and loose With the feet that softly trod In the vat the fairy god ; Never more our eyes shall swim, Looking to the ocean brim In the magic moon that rose Through the archipelagos, When the Grecian woods were wet With our dewy songs, that set Quivering all seas and snows, Stars and tender winds that fret Lily, lily, laughing rose, Sighing, sighing violet, Dusky pansy, swaying rush, And the stream that flows Singing, ringing softly: Hush! Listen to the bird that goes Wooing to the brow…
JEPHTHAH. Perfumes of a precious stone, Where beneath His feet the dire World of shells is pashed with mire, And the evil spirits’ ire Steams and fumes within the zone Girt with minaret and spire Broken, burst, and overthrown, Dusty, and defiled, and dun, Palled with smoke of fruitless altars Cast beneath the ocean now, Ruined symbols, changéd psalters, Where no lip no longer falters, And the priest’s deep brow Pales not, flushes not for passion, Clouds not with concealéd thought, And the worshipper’s eye, wrought To the stars in subtle fashion…
20 JEPHTHAH. Wherefore our tribute to thy feet we bring ; Conquer our foes, and reign our king! JEPHTHAH. | . Ye have no king but God: see ye to that! ELEAZAR. — _ Behold, these people 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 discover. 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 m…
…eeling before Thy throne, I may grow beautiful, even I, to see Thy beauty fair and free. For on the vast expanses of the wold I hear the feet of gold, And over all the skies I see a flame That flickers with Thy Name. Therefore, because Thou hast hid Thy face, and yet Given me not to forget The foaming cloud that shaped itself a rose, Whose steady passion glows Within the secretest fortress of my heart, Because, my God, Thou Art, And I am chosen of Thee for this folk, To break the foreign yoke, Therefore, Existence of Existence, hear! Bend low T…
…c reposes, And slumbers to visions bow. For the soul of man, being free, shall pass the gates of God, And the spirit find the Sea by the feet of Him untrod, | And the flesh, a lifeless ember, in ashen fear grow cold,
…no other, may go forth to meet The chief victorious. And after you Those villains that once cast him out shall forth In sackcloth to his feet, if haply so He spare their vagabond and worthless lives. . ADULAH. Not so, my father. In my father’s name I promise unto all great happiness, And vengeance clean forgotten in the land; “ Vengeance is mine, Jehovah will repay.” My father shall not frown on any man.
… he comes in triumph ? A milk-white ass shall bear him through the city, And wreaths of roses be instead of dust, And dancing girls, and feet of maidens most, Shall strike a measure of delight, and boys With bright unsullied curls shall minister Before him all the days of life God grants, And all his platters shall be made of gold, And jewels beyond price shall stud them all. What sayest thou, O wisest of our race, Ahinoam, the aged priest of God, , Who weighest out the stars with balances, And knowest best of men the heart of man? AHINOAM. Ye …