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…e awful slumber of the seer, The dread adytum of the fane; Nor gain the mockery of a fleece, Losing reality of peace. Hail to wild Ares! Men, rejoice That He can thus avenge his shrine! One solemn cadence of that voice Peal through the ages, shake the spine
THE PERSONS OF THE PROLOGUE MARSYAS } ANAXIMANDER } SILENUS Satyrs LYSANDER Men CHIRON ANAXAGORAS RHODON } CHRYSIS } SALMACIS Hermaphrodites DORIS Nymphs EROTION ATTHIS HELIORUS } RHODOPE } HYACINTHUS Fauns ERINNA Girls OLYMPAS EVADNE HERACLEITUS a Philosopher. ANTINOUS } CHRYSIPPUS, his disciple. GITON Young boys YAUGH WAUGH. A man vulture. HYLAS A lambkin. A dove. THE PERSONS OF THE TRAGEDY ALEXANDER, a wise king, ruling An ox. Macedon, Babylonia, etc. ZAKARIAH, an ass. TWO SATYRs. GOVINDA, king of the Indies. A fair man child. CHAU, SON of H…
… maniac, to the West, Where down the sun in splendour slips, And where the quarry of the quest Canters. They run lik e hippogriffs! Like men pursued, or swine possessed, Over the dizzy Cretan cliffs They smash. And lo! it comes to pass He sees in no dim hieroglyphs, In knowledge easy to amass, This hermit (while he drew his breath) Once dead is like a mangy ass. Bruised, broken, but not bound to death, He calls some passing fishermen To bear him. Presently he saith : 47
…thoughts. Enough to tell That He is known Unknowable!” Thus did that knightly Saracen In Cantabrig’s miasmal fen Lecture to many learned men. So clamorous was their applause— “His mind” (said they) “is free of flaws: The Veil of God is thin as gauze! ”— That almost they had dulled or drowned The laughter (in its belly bound) Of that dread Beast he had not found. Nathless—although he would away— They forced the lack-luck knight to stay And lecture many a weary day. Verily, almost he had caught The infection of their costive thought, And brought …
…see thy face Ever again until the quest be won. Rule thou with justice in my sacred seat Until I come again. PELIAS, The Gods thy speed. MEN. The hardy hero goes to find The living Fleece of Gold; Or else, some death may chance to bind Those limbs of manly mould. In sooth, I doubt if I shall earn The singer’s fee for his return. PELIAS. Think now—I feared that.fool. It must be true That guilt is timorous. Ay! when danger’s none! Let but swords flash—and guilt grows God for might! Indeed I rule—until he come again. Ay, when the stars fall, Jason…
…of night : Children plight their love in darkness But they veil it in the light . “ I have heard the boys at day prime , I have seen the men at noon , And the grey - beards pass me silent In the hush t' wixt sun and moon . They have sought the truth in day - time While I slept and let them play , But when night came down they found it, For there is no truth in day .” 200
…nted look, Setting my face toward the distant land That must lie somewhere far beyond this world of sand. About me are the bones of many men Who turned to God their rapt adoring eyes, And cast away the love within their ken For this vague treasure-house beyond the skies— Whither I turn, like a dumb beast that dies, A wistful look, and breathe a dumb complaint. Lo ! they have cast away the mask of lies 48
…s under the Empire that perished in the struggle of 1870, that whirling tumult of pleasure, scheming, success, and despair, the minds of men had a trying ordeal to pass through. In Zola’s “ La Curee ” we see how such ordinary and natural characters as those of Saccard, Maxime, and the incestuous heroine, were twisted and distorted from their normal sanity, and sent whirling into the jaws of a hell far more affrayant than the mere cheap and nasty brimstone Sheol which is a Shibboleth for the dissenter, and with which all classes of religious hum…
… to love—to take such pride in it Gods must behold ! The childish easiness, Impossible to me, who am become Perhaps the subtlest mind of men. Alas ! Maybe in this I still am self-deceived, Merely the fool swelled up with bitter words, Imagination, and the toadstool growth, Thought, wounded ; as a scorpion to sting Its own bruised life out. This is Tannhauser! How long ago since he took pleasure in Such love— [-(4 horn winds. such music as yon horn below— \A chant is heard. Such worship as the simple chant that steals Calm and majestic in the so…
…, the twain that wound bids weep ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Staff of the exiled, the inventor’s spark, Confessor of hanged men and plotters dark ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Adopted sire of whom black wrath and power Of God the Father chased from Eden Bower ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! FEMMES DAMNÉES. Like pensive cattle couched upon the sand They turn their eyes to ocean’s distant ring ; Feet seek each other, hand desires hand, With langour sweet and bitter shuddering.
… tune, or hymn the light, Their vision of the world refined By mastery of superior sight: Honour their might! the gain have these Of all men’s woes and ecstasies! High soul; no benediction seek From any spirit but our own! Crown not the mighty with the weak! The Tower be a Tower, and not a Throne! In man-carved stone the endless coil Arise untopped, the Tower of Toil! 18
…ir!” He returned That “While the land was overgrown With giant, fiend, and ogre burned My sword ; but now the Paynim bars Are broke, and men to virtue turned : Therefore I sit upon the scars Amid my beard, even as the sun Sits in the company of the stars!” Then Lancelot bade this deed be done, The achievement of the Questing Beast. Which when he spoke that holy one Rose up, and gat him to the east With Lancelot; when as they drew Unto the palace and the feast He put his littlest finger to The dwarf, who rose to upper air, Piercing the far etern…
…d. I shudder, holding thee to me; thy gaze Is still on me; a thousand years have passed, And yet a thousand thousand ; years they are As men count years, and yet we stand and gaze With touching hands and lips immutable As mortals stand a moment; and no more Is any Sequence, nor Position, Nor any Self, since Death and difference Of all eternal things are passed away: The universe is One: One Soul, One Spirit, One Flame, One infinite God, One infinite Love.
…cup ; As I suppose a wise man does Unless he be the Man of Uz To scrape with shards a sore that grows The more he irks it. I suppose All men are fools who seek the truth At such a price as joy and youth.
…surface in hundreds or thousands of minds at the same time. Liberty, for example. It begins to push through. It is noticed by one or two men only at first; that is like the point of the cone. Then it spreads gradually — or it breaks out suddenly, just as the circle would, if, instead of a cone, you dropped a spiked shield upon the water. And that is all the lesson for this afternoon, child. Think it over, and see if you have it all clear, and if you can find any other little problems to straighten out. The next lesson will be of a more desperat…
…so rare in the past, especially with regard to love, that their occur rence has usually marked something like an epoch. Practically all men work with fear of result or lust of result, and the “child” is a dwarf or still-born. It is within the experience of most people that pleasure-parties and the like, if organized on the spur of the moment, are always a success, while the most elaborate entertainments, prepared with all possible care, often fall flat. Now one cannot exactly give rules for producing a “genius” to order, a genius in this sense…
…bout. The lions roared for prey ; the eagles screamed for food : All these were stilled before thy crownèd Motherhood. Therefore, though men devise ill counsels and vain things, Thou wilt deliver me from the infernal kings ; And when the pilgrimage of me Thy knight is done, Thy favour shall present my spirit to Thy Son. Amen. O 51
110 A SLIM GILT SOUL FEW men are given, twixt heaven and hell, To play one part supremely well. On all times tablets there are few Who make a first-rate show of two, While those who perfectly play three We knew not, until you were he. For what were lovelier on the lawn Than you, pearl-naked to the dawn, Wrapped in a scarlet dressing-gown Not thirty miles from London town, The observed of all observers save That Scotland Yard, serene and suave, When trouble came, went tramping by ; Closed one, and winked the other eye. How pleasantly you m…
…o knows whether the same still sentinels of trees Await not in some nether depth of time The reinsurgence of their reign of sleep , When men shall hail them once again with joy A new land watching o' er the unknown sea . 127
…s where the old ghosts fit , Their shadows thin projecting Across my path — the street lamps glare Before my soft eyes everywhere . Ah ! men forget my face is fair , The tangled glory of my hair . O sobbing wind ! O hedges dark ! 0 hills bereft and lonely ! They ' ve snatched the hidden boundary - mark , And left the ruins only . Dimly the flickering shadows stray Across the lonely hillside way : Why should I weep and howl and pray ? They sleep , and wait the empty day . 149