Collected Works (Vol. I)

PREFACE 223 Beyond the gold and glamour of Life’s lotus, The flower that falls from this our stronger sight, We dwell, eternal shapes of shadowy light. Only the love on earth that shook and smote us Begets new stars—truth’s flowers fallen through night Beyond the gold and glamour of Life's lotus! Eternal bliss of Love in birthless bowers ! Light, the gemmed robes of Love! Life, lifted breath, Ageless existence deifying death ! Love, the sole flower beyond these lesser flowers !— In thee at last the live fruit quickeneth ? Eternal bliss of Love in birthless bowers ! There, secret! Knowit! Now forget! Betray not Wisdom unto Folly ! Less sweet is Joy than Melancholy |— Why should our eyes for this be wet.? Enough: be silent and be holy! There, secret! Know it! Now forget! Now I have told thee that I love thee! To me our Star in Heaven burning Tells me thy heart as mine is yearning; Tells me Love’s fragrance stolen above thee Thy soul to mine at last is turning Now I have told thee that I love thee! PREFACE. As, after long observation and careful study, the biologist sees that what at first seemed isolated and arbitrary acts are really part of a series of regular changes, and presently has the life-history of the being that he is examining clear from Alpha to Omega in his mind; as, during a battle, the relative importance of its various incidents is lost, the more so owing to the excitement and activity of the combatant, and to the fact that he is himself involved in the vicissitudes which he may have set himself to observe; while even for the commander, though the smoke-pall may lift now and again to show some brilliant charge or desperate hand-to- hand struggle, he may fail to grasp its significance in his dispositions; or indeed find it to be quite unexpected and foreign to his calculations; yet a few years or months later the same battle may be lucidly, tersely, and connectedly described, so that a child is able to follow its varying fortunes with delight and comprehension: just so has my own observation of a life-history more subtle, a battle more terrible, been at last co-ordi- nated: I can view the long struggle from a standpoint altogether complete, calm, and philosophical; and the result of this review is the present story of Tannhduser, just as the isolated and often apparently contra- dictory incidents of the fight were recorded in that jungle of chaotic emotions which I printed under the title of ‘*The Soul of Osiris,”? calling it a history so that my readers might discover for themselves (if they chose to take the trouble) the real continuity in the apparent disjointedness. The history of any man who seriously and desperately dares to force a passage into the penetralia* of nature; not with the calm philosophy of the scientist, but with the burning conviction that his immortal destiny is at stake; must be a strange one: to me at least strangely attractive. The constant illusions; the many disappointments; the bitter earnestness of the man amid the grim humour, or more often sheer cacchination of his surroundings; all the bestial mockery of the baffling fiends; the still more hideous mockery in which the Powers of Good them- selves seem to indulge; doubt of the reality of that which he seeks; doubt even of the seeker; the irony of the whole strife: are fascinating to me as they are, I make no doubt, to the majority of mankind. This is the subtler form of that mental bewilderment which the Greek Tragedians were so fond of depicting : as subtle in effect, yet grosser in its determining factors. For we are thus changed from the times of Sophocles and Euripides; that the fixed ideas of morality and religion which they employed as the motives of pathos or of horror are now shattered. Ibsen, otherwise in spirit and style purely Greek, and dealing as the Greeks did with the emotions of the soul, has realised the changed anc infinitely more complex conditions of life; our self- appointed spiritual guides notwithstanding, or, rather, withstanding in vain. Conse- quently it is impossible any more to divine whether virtue or vice (as understood of old) 1 Now ‘ The ‘Temple of the Holy Ghost.” “ Hidden places.