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… wreaths braided In maiden’s hair. The Gods shall fare As the children of Fear In the Fear-God’s Power, And their names disappear As the fall of a flower ! The universe-day (Whereof I am a second) Shall fall away And be no more reckoned; Shall fall into ruin. (Sad garden it grew in! ) Unguessed at, unknown, Beyond them alone, 89
…e dead laurel in the dust! The flower Of all the world is marred, the day’s desire Distorted in the eclipse, the sun’s dead hour. Let me fall down beside thee! Let me take The kisses that thou canst not give, and slake Despair in purposeless caresses, dire Shames fang-wise fastened of the eternal snake. Is there no warmth where beauty is so bright? No soul still flickering in the lambent light Still shed from all the body’s excellence? No lamp unchidden of the utter night? Cannot my life be molten into thee Or thy death fall with rosier arms on…
The morning shakes its ocean-bathéd tresses, The bright sun broadens over all the earth. The green leaves fall, fall into his caresses, And all the world’s heart leaps, again addresses Its life, and girds it in the golden girth. Then noon full-fashioned lies upon the steep. The large sun sighs and turns his bridle-rein, Thinks of the ocean, turns his heart to sleep, Laughing no longer, not yet prone to weep, Feeling the prelude of the coming pain. The hills and dales are dumb beneath the heat, And all the world lies tranced or mutely dreaming, …
…rth is my queen ; Meadows are clad of me, Nestled in green. As pearls in the cloudland I slept; but I hear the loud call ; I obey it and fall! ORPHEUS Rain’s guerdon and daughter By sunlight’s spies Divided in water, O light-stream, arise! 45
…d him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart— Fall asleep, or hearing die. —Henry VII. . « - vocalem temere insecutz Orphea sylvee, Arte materna rapidos morantem Fluminum lapsus, celeresque ventos, Blandum et auritas fidibus canoris Ducere quercus. —Hor. Carm., Lib. I. xii.
ORPHEUS Cold lips and chaste eyes Of frost-fall that leap, That shake from the skies On the earth in her sleep Kiss nuptial, arise As the lyre-strings sweep! Come forth! I invoke thee, O frost, the valleys await thee and weep. THE FROST So silent and wise In her cerement clothes, So secretly lies My soul in my snows; T awake, I arise, For my spirit now knows The first time in her eyes That a voice may unclose My petals: I hear it; I come; I clasp the warm ground In my passion profound. ORPHEUS In valleys heaped high, In drifts lying low, Swift …
…ach unto each— Nature and Man made one In the light and fire of the sun, And the sobbing tune Of the moon, Wedded in cyclic bonds, Where fall the zon-fronds, Whose large bed bears a child (In its due period) Not merciful and not severe, Knowing nor love nor fear, But majesty most mild, Being indeed a God. Yea, let the very ray-hand of Apollo Lead me where none may follow 97
…The voice is uplifted, The lord of my dawn; My spirit is shifted, My love is withdrawn. I hear the sweet feet of my God ; I know him ; I fall In tears at his call. 4I
…lothed in serpent kisses, souls outnumbering _ Dewdrops flung in spray through air. I have lain and watched the night diminish, Fade and fall into the arms of day, Caring not if earth itself should finish, Caring only if my lover stay ; Listening to her breathing, Laughing, lover-weaving All the silken gold and glory of her head, Kissing as if time Forgot its steeps to climb, Made eternity’s, one with all the dead. Sirny CALLIOPE Listen, then listen, O Thracian ! Oeager lay on the lea: I, from my heavenly station ; I, from my house of creation,…
…ves that have sounded My harp in your kind, Light boughs that are rounded, Grey tops that are shrined In the tears of the heaven as they fall in the blackening storm grown blind! 58
…stream, Your love-rivers flow Soft hued as a dream, Adrift and aglow With the sunlight supreme. Come forth! I invoke ye, O torrents that fall in the mazes and gleam ! D 49
As the old prophet on the child I fall And breathe—but no breath answers me at all. All of my kisses stir no blush, no sigh ; She will not hear me ever if I call! Let the far music of oblivious years Sound in the sea beneath! Are not its waters one with all my tears? Hath Atropos no comfort in her shears? No Muse for me one wreath? Were I now dead and free to travel far Whither I will, ah me! Not whither I must—were there no avatar Drawn like my love from some close kindred star? No shape seen on the sea? Were I now free of this intense desire,…
Like silver scales of serpenthood they fall Across the blind air of the evening ; Shadowy ghosts arise funereal And seek unspeakable things ; and dryads call The satyr-company to the satyr-king. And all the light is over; but the sky Shudders with blanched light of the unrisen moon. The night-birds mingle their sad minstrelsy For daylight’s requiem: and the sea’s reply Now stirs across the land’s departed tune. The moon is up: the choral crowd of stars Shapen like strange or unknown animals, Move in their measure: beyond /Lolian bars The cluste…
… surely think Suspended here upon the burning brink Of this dim agony, invading sense, That bliss should still abide : but now I shrink, Fall from the crags of memory, and abide Now in this nature-life, basilisk-eyed, And serpent-stinging: yea, I perish thence. That perishes which was: and I am tied Unto myself: the “I” springs up again Bound to the wheel of speedless sense and pain, None loosing me. Past is the utter bliss ; Present the strong fact of the death, the stain Of the marred lives: I meditate awhile Not on the mere light of the girl…
It is not cruel if the ripe fruit fall— But never an elegy funereal Wept for untimely burial, but cried Aloud against the Fates, forbore to call In pity or passion on the Gods of peace; But cursed, but wailed, nor bade its sharp tongue cease Until the lightning spat, sharp to divide Bone from its marrow for their blasphemies! So I should curse, unless indeed my grief Be not too great to yield me such relief. Methinks a sob must start and mar the roar Of loud harsh laughing bitter unbelief Scarring the sky with poisonous foam of song. Also, what…
…ime! Should it not be that the ill days are past And my soul lost at last, Lost in thy bosom who art mother of all Ere the first was, to fall After the end. And then, O soul endued (In this my solitude) With all the thousand elements of life, Shall I not call thee wife ? O Muse long wooed! Long called to in the forest, on the mountain, Reached after in the fountain, Grasped in the slumberous sea, And yet, ever, aye, ever! escaping me! But here where the wise pen And silver cadences outrunning song, And clear sweet clean-chiselled English, sharp…
…to the child. Through the new-leavéd trees The hidden stranger sees The moon’s sweet light, the shadows listening If a ghost-foot should fall: And if a ghost-voice call , Tremble the leaves and light-streaks of the spring. On wavering wing The small clouds gallop in the windy sky: The hoarse rooks croak and droop them to the nest: One sweet small throat begins to sing, Becomes the song, losing identity Ere its wail wakes the long low-lying crest That rears across the west. | Spring, maiden-footed, steals across the space, Sandalled with tremulo…
…me not at all, Struck by a stronger buffet: let me call All deaths! they come not, seeing I am broken In this one horror where a man may fall. I am alive, and live not: I am dead, And die not: on my desolated head No dew may drop, no word of God be spoken, None heard, if by some chance some word be said. : 12]
… Life’s fatal wheel—revolving bliss. O that worn wisdom and the age of sorrow Could learn its bitter lesson, and depart — Into some nightfall guiltless of a morrow, Into some cave’s unprofitable heart Beyond this curse of birth! O that dread night Could come and cover all, Even itself to fall To some abyss past resurrection’s might! For the old whispers of my old life call 82 :
…s ray, strange deeps unknown and feared to uncover. But now the ancient root Of some wise oak betrays her to her lover: She stumbles and falls prone: the forest noon Guesses life’s law ; all nature’s tune Tells that the hour is come when May must grow to June. -Then in the broad glare of the careless sun Apollo’s light is on her and within ; His shafts of glory pierce her one by one; His kisses darken, shivering and keen, Swift glories cold and clean Of that chaste bridal, and the earth gets gladness, Till the last winter’s traces Fall from the…