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…! alas! From heaven we are thrust, we have no more trust, Alas ! Gold hairs and gray, Red lips and white, Warm hearts, cold clay, Bright day, dim night, Our spirits pass Like the hours away. We have no light, Alas! alas! We have no more day, we are fain to say Alas!
…and greets us with a joyous neigh As if he understood the victory. Enter Second Messenger. SECOND MESSENGER. Rejoice, O Israel, for this day hath seen Utter destruction overtake, and death Ride furious over, trampled necks of men Desperate in vain, and seen red hell gape wide To swallow up the heathen. Victory Swells the red-gleaming torrent of pursuit, And Israel shakes her lazy flanks at last A lion famished, and is greedy of death. CHORUS. O joyful day! And where is Jephthah now? | MESSENGER. Faint with the heat of a hard battle fought, But …
… to my hand. We understand. We must go forth together, not to part. O perfect heart ! O little heart that beats to mine, away Before the day Ring out the tocsin for our flight! My ship Is keen to dip Her plunging forehead in the silvering sea. To-morrow we Shall be so far away, and then to-morrow Shall shake off sorrow, And be to-morrow and not change for ever : No dawn shall sever The sleepy eyelids of the night, no eve Shall fall and cleave - The blue deep eyes of day. Your hand, my queen! Look down and lean Your whole weight on me, then leap…
…un’s desire, And clad in fair attire Of many driving cloudlets; and we flew Like swallows to the South. The ocean’s curving mouth Smiled day by day and nights of starry blue; Nights when the sea would shake Like sunlight where the wake Was wonderful with flakes of living things That leapt for joy to feel The cold exultant keel Flash, and the white ship dip her woven wings ; Nights when the moon would hold Her lamp of whitest gold To see us on the poop together set With one desire, to be Alone upon the sea And touch soft hands, and hold white bo…
…crew, seeketh the high seas with the Lady Thurla. He slayeth the swiftest pursuers, and escapeth in a great tempest; which on the second day abating, he maketh the inside of a bar, and must await the breeze. Jarl Hungard coming with his men and two dragons, is wrecked, but a knave shooting, slayeth the Lady Thurla. Sir Godfrey forthwith sinketh the other dragon, and saileth forth into the ocean, and is not heard of ever after. ALE vapours lie like phantoms on the sea, The tide swells slumberous beneath our keel, The pulses of our canvas fail; a…
…lory; Sappho’s life was spilt _ From fervent lips the torch of song t’ ignite : Thou mayst add yet a stone—if but thou wilt. And yet the days stream by; night shakes the day From his pale throne of purple, to allay The tremors of the earth ; day smiteth dark With the swift poignard dipped in Helios’ ray. The days stream by; with lips and cheeks grown pale On their indomitable breast we sail. There is a favouring wind ; our idle bark Lingers, we raise no silk to meet the gale.
… ever on my lips, and all thy charms Burn in my blood till pain itself grows sweet, Reluctant sorrow and quick passion meet ; We two one day will kneel in Heaven and touch God’s feet.
…ent like death away I wist _Its savour faded, nor my soul aware. I turned and went away, away, away, Out of the night that was to me the day, And_rode to meet the sun to hide in light The sorrow of the day that was the night. So I rode slowly in the morning gray, And all the meadows with the frost -were white. And lo! between the mountains there uprose The winter sun; and all the forest glows, And the frost burns like fire before my eyes, While the white breeze awoke with slumberous sighs And stirred the branches of the pine ; it knows, It sure…
LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 115 When you think of me I shall always be with you. One day you will come to me, Esmé! Kiss me! Your kisses must finish my poem. One day your pen must finish it. ESME. You know I cannot write a line. Oh, how sorry I am for that ! PERCY [fo Vaughan]. Good-bye, my dear, dear friend. Take care of Esmé for me. I hall watch over her myself, I an God together. is so frail and white, and she ¢< understands. sees my soul, and Heaven is, always open to her eyes when she looks up, and she is so beautiful. Will it seem long, Esmé, t…
…HAH. 69 He hath given and taken away, hath made us and broken; He hath made the blue and the gray, the sea for a token ; He hath made to-day and to-morrow ; the winter, the spring; He bringeth us joy out of sorrow ; Jehovah is King. [Exeunt. Jephthah ts left standing with white set face. Presently tears come into his eves, and he advances, and kneels at the altar. THE END.
… the chill canal with manifold Lays of clear morning ; never grow afraid 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.’ © We should like to give other examples, but we can only name some of those pieces that seem to us the most remarkable. Such are ‘An II] Dream,’ …
…dire, Split and trembled, cracked and thundered, Lit with living flecks of fire. ‘Spake the chief: “ My trusty clansmen, This is not the day of doom ; This is honour to the mighty ; Clansmen, this is Alpin’s tomb.” Nympsfield Rectory, December, 1893. 129
…Maidens of Israel. SCENE :—An Open Place before Mizpeh. In the midst an Altar. TiME :—The duration of the play is from noon of the first day to dawn of the third.
… of Love has faded To this unhallowed morn ; Of which these laughters shaded With bitterness are born, With tears and cruel sighing ‘The day springs up undying Toward the crucifying Of Love with nails of scorn. Nailed to a cross of iron My bleeding bosom hangs ; Love’s serpents all environ My heart with tameless fangs. Unshaken, tortured, stricken By agonies that thicken I hang, and sweat, and sicken, With miserable pangs. I found out Love new-risen From seas I thought had slain His passion in their prison, And girt their icy chain.
LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 133 AN ODE. 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 the da…
…ove 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.
…YSTERIES : A SONNET IN SPRING. CHAINLESS Love, the frost is in my brain, Whose swift desires and swift intelligence Are dull and numb to-day ; because the sense Only responds to the sharp key of pain. O free fair Love, as welcome as the rain On thirsty fallows, come, and let us hence Far where the veil of Summer lies immense, A haze of heat on ocean’s purple plain. O wingless Love, let us away together Where the sure surf rings round the beaten strand, And the sky stands, a dome of flawless weather, And the stars join in one triumphal band, Bec…
178 MYSTERIES: MAN’S HOPE. kK * fades the last red glimmer of the sun, Ere day is night, when on the glittering bar The waves are foaming rubies, and afar Streaks of red water, gold on th’ horizon, On summer ripples rhythmically run, Ere dusk is weaned, there sails on silver car From the expectant East, the Evening Star, And all the threads of sorrow are unspun. So He who ordered this shall still work thus, And ere life’s lamp shall flicker into death, And Time lose all his empire over us, A gleam of Hope, of Knowledge, shall arise, A star to s…
… and of war, Hear the King of Scotland dying On the Leny’s thundrous shore! “Thrice three hundred have I smitten With my single arm this day; Now of life my soul is weary, I am old, I pass away. “Grant me this, immortal monarch, _ Such a tomb as ne’er before, Such a tomb as never after - Monarch thought or monarch saw.”
…ccordance with tradition. Great captains were always great priests, in the secret Qabalistical sense. The priests themselves, then as to-day, were foolish old men trained to bolster up the externals of religion. The real rulers, then as to-day, were not, officially, priests ; the sceptre was wielded by those who, swathed in thick darkness, and enthroned on their own thunderclouds, looked with the eye of gods upon this earth, and carried out the designs of God with tranquil power. I have depicted such a Servant of God stepping down from his thro…