A A 1 d JC SOUTI- -n 'J REGIOr ^7Ux//y J^A^ee^n/ ^^4; THE Unknown Eros. THE Unknown Eros, BY COVENTRY PATMORE. I.— XLVI, " Deliclcs mece esse ciimfiUis hominum" — Prov. viii. 31. LONDON : GEORGE BELL AND SONS, YORK STREET, COVENT GARDEN. 1878. 'SMC FOOT MSB.ARY IIALLANTYNE AND HANSON, EDINBURGH CHANDOS STREET, LONDON S/V-JL , LIBRARY 7/^ UMVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA ^Jl SANTA BARBARA cl^ CONTENTS. I.— PROEM. PAGE Many speak iviseli/, some inerrably 1 II.— THE UNKNOWN EROS. What rumour''d heavens are these . . : 8 III.— THE DAY AFTER TO-MORROW. Perchance she droops within the hollow gulf 13 IV.— <'LET BE!" Ah, yes ; ive tell the good and evil trees 18 v.— THE CONTRACT. Twice thirty centuries and more ago 21 VI.— PEACE. OEngland, hoiv hast thoii forgot 27 iv CONTENTS. VII.— A FAREWELL. PAGE With all my zcill, but much against my heart 34 VIII.— VICTORY IN DEFEAT. Ah, God, alas 36 IX.— WIND AND WAVE. The wedded light and heat 40 X.— LEGEM TUAM DILEXI. The '■'■ Infinite.'''' Word horrihle ! at feud 43 XL— THE TOYS. My little Son, ivho looFd from thoughtful eyes 50 XIL— PSYCHE. Whatever thou dost thorCrt dear ! 53 XIII.— TRISTITIA. Darling, with hearts conjoined in such a peace 56 XIV.— MAGNA EST VERITAS. Here, in this little Bay 62 CONTENTS. V XV.— DEPAliTUEE. FAGB It luas not like your great and gracious xvays /..... 63 XVI.— THE STANDAEDS. That last Q,<) XVII.— '' IF I WERE DEAD." '•^ If I loere dead, you'd sometimes say, Poor Child r ... 74 XVIII.— EURYDICE. Is this the iwrtent of the day nigh past 76 XIX.— EEMEMBERED GRACE. Since sxicco'ur to the feeblest of the tvise 80 XX.— SEMELE. No praise to me ! 83 XXL— CREST AND GULF. Much ivoe that man befalls 85 XXIL —PROPHETS WHO CANNOT SING. Ponder, ye Just, the scoffs that freqiieid go 88 VI CONTENTS. XXIIL— FELICIA. Of infinite Heaven the rays 91 XXIV.— TIRED MEMORY. The stony rock of death'' s insensibility 93 XXV.— "FAINT YET PURSUING." Heroic Good, target for which the young 99 XXVI.— PAIN. 0, Pain, Love's mystery 102 XXVII.— THE TWO DESERTS. Not greatly moved with awe am I 107 XXVIII.— DELICI^ SAPIENTI^ DE AMORE. Love, light for me 110 XXIX.— DEAD LANGUAGE. Thou dost not wisely, Bard 119 XXX.— 18G7. In the year of the great crime 121 CONTENTS. Vll XXXI.— VESICA PISCIS. PAGE In sti-ettuous hope I wrought 127 XXXII.— SING US ONE OF THE SONGS OF SIGN. Hoio sing the Lord's Sonci in so strange a Land ! . . . .129 XXXIII.— EROS AND PSYCHE. Love, I heard tell of thee so oft / 132 XXXIV.— THE CRY AT MIDNIGHT. The nudge's wing beats to and fro 145 XXXV.— DE NATURA DEORUM. Good-morroiv, Psyche ! Whafs thine errand now ? . . . 147 XXXVL— WINTER. /, singularly moved 158 XXXVII.— PSYCHE'S DISCONTENT. Wot yet, not yet ! 1C2 XXXVIII.— ARBOR YITM. With honeysuckle, over-siceet, festoon\l IGl) viii CONTENTS. XXXIX.— SPONSA DEI. PAGE What is this Maiden fair ? 172 XL.— TO THE BODY. CreatioTi's and Creator'' s croivaing good 17G XLI.— AUEAS OF DELIGHT. Beautiful habitations, auras of delight ! 180 XLII.— THE AZALEA. There, where the sun shines frst 184 XLIII.— SAINT VALENTINE'S DAY. Well dost thou. Love, thy solemn Feast to hold 18G XLIV.— ALEXANDER AND LYCON, What, no crown ivon 190 XLV.— THE MERRY MURDER. Stand by 192 XLVI. -THE CHILD'S PURCHASE. As a 1/oung Child, whose ^f other, for a jest 201 I. PROEM. ** Many speak wisely, some inerrably : Witness the beast who talked that should have bray'd, And Caiaphas that said * Expedient 'twas for all that One should die' ; But what avails When Love's right accent from their wisdom fails, And the Truth-criers know not what they cry ! Say, wherefore thou. 2 PROEM. As under bondage of some bitter vow, Warblest no word. When all the rest are shouting to be heard ? Why leave the fervid running just when Fame ^Gan whispering of thy name Amongst the hard-pleased Judges of the Course ? Parch'd is thy crystal-flowing source ? Pierce, then, with thought's steel probe the trodden ground Till passion's buried floods be found ; Intend thine eye Into the dim and undiscover'd sky Whose lustres are the pulsings of the heart. And promptly, as thy trade is, watch to chart The lonely suns, the mystic hazes and thronged sparkles bright That, named and numbered right In sweet transpicuous words, shall glow alway With Love's three-stranded ray. PROEM. a Red wrath, compassion golden, lazuline delight/' Thus, in reproof of my despondency, My Mentor ; and thus I : O, season strange for song ! And yet some timely Power persuades my lips. Is't England's parting soul that nerves my tongue As other Kingdoms, nearing their eclipse, Have, in their latest bards, uplifted strong The voice that was their voice in earlier days? Is it her sudden, loud and piercing cry. The note which those that seem too weak to sigh Will sometimes utter just before they die ? Lo, weary of the greatness of her ways. There lies my Land, with hasty pulse and hard, Her ancient beauty marrM, And, in her cold and aimless roving sight. Horror of light ; Sole vigor left in her last lethargy, B 2 PROEM. Save wlien, at bidding of some dreadful breath. The rising death Rolls up with force ; And then the furiously gibbering corse Shakes, panglessly convulsed, and sightless stares, Whilst one Physician pours in rousing wines. One anodynes. And one declares That nothing ails it but the pains of growth. My last look loth Is taken; and I turn, with the relief Of knowing that my life-long hope and grief Are surely vain. To that unshapen time to come, when She, A dim, heroic Nation long since dead, The foulness of her agony forgot. Shall all benignly shed Through ages vast PROEM. 5 The ghostly grace of her transfigured past Over the present, harass'd and forlorn, Of nations yet unborn ; And this shall be the lot Of those who, in the bird- voice and. the blast Of her omniloquent tongue, Have truly sung Or greatly said. To shew as one With those who have best done. And be as rays. Thro* the still altering world, around her changeless head. Therefore no 'plaint be mine Of listeners none. No hope of render'd use or proud reward, In hasty times and hard ; But chants as of a lonely thrush's throat At latest eve, PROEM. That does in each calm note Both joy and grieve ; Notes few and strong and fine. Gilt with sweet day's decline. And sad with promise of a different sun. 'Mid the loud concert harsh Of this fog-folded marsh. To me, else dumb, Uranian Clearness, come ! Give me to breathe in peace and in surprise The light-thrill'd ether of your rarest skies, Till inmost absolution start The welling in the grateful eyes. The heaving in the heart. Winnow with sighs And wash away With tears the dust and stain of clay. Till all the Song be Thine, as beautiful as Morn, PROEM. Bedecked with shining clouds of scorn ; And Thou, Inspirer, deign to brood O'er the delighted words, and call them Very Good, This grant. Clear Spirit; and grant that I remain Content to ask unlikely gifts in vain. II. THE UNKNOWN EROS. What rumonr'd heavens are these Which not a poet sings, O, Unknown Eros? What this breeze Of sudden wings Speeding at far returns of time from interstellar space To fan my very face. And gone as fleet, Through delicatest ether feathering soft their solitary beat. THE UNKNOWN EROS. 9 With ne'er a light plume dropp'd, nor any trace To 8peak of whence they came, or whither they depart ? And why this palpitating heart. This Wind and unrelated joy. This meaningless desire. That moves me like the Child Who in the flushing darkness troubled lies. Inventing lonely prophecies, Which even to his Mother mild He dares not tell ; To which himself is infidel ; His heart not less on fire With dreams impossible as wildest Arab Tale^ (So thinks the boy,) With dreams that turn him red and pale. Yet less impossible and wild Than those which bashful Love, in his own way and hour. Shall duly bring to flower ? 10 THE UNKNOWN EROS. O, Unknown Eros^ sire of awful bliss. What portent and what Delphic word. Such as in form of snake forbodes the bird. Is this ? In ine life's even flood What eddies thus ? What in its ruddy orbit lifts the blood Like a perturbed moon of Uranus Reaching to some great world in un gauged darkness hid ; And whence This rapture of the sense Which, by thy whisper bid. Reveres with obscure rite and sacramental sign A bond I know not of nor dimly can devine ; This subject loyalty which longs For chains and thongs Woven of gossamer and adamant. To bind me to my unguess'd want. THE UNKNOWN EROS. 11 And so to lie, Between those quivering plumes that thro' fine ether pant_, For hopeless, sweet eternity ? What God unhonour'd hitherto in songs. Or which, that now Forgettest the disguise That Gods must wear who visit human eyes, Art Thou ? Thou art not Amor ; or, if so, yon pyre. That waits the willing victim, flames with vestal fire; Nor mooned Queen of maids ; or, if thou'rt she, Ah, then, from Thee Let Bride and Bridegroom learn what kisses be ! In what veiFd hymn Or mystic dance Would he that were thy Priest advance Thine earthly praise, thy glory limn ? 12 THE UNKNOWN EROS. Say, should the feet that feel thy thought In double-center'd circuit run. In that compulsive focus. Nought, In this a furnace like the sun ; And might some note of thy renown And high behest Thus in enigma be expressed : " There lies the crown " Which all thy longing cures. " Refuse it, Mortal, that it may be your's ! " It is a Spirit, though it seems red gold ; " And such may no man, but by shunning, hold. " Refuse it, though refusing be despair ; '' And thou shalt feel the phantom in thy hair." 13 III. THE DAY AFTER TO-MORROW. Perchance she droops within the hollow gulf Which the great wave of coming pleasure drawsj Not guessing the glad cause ! Ye Clouds that on your endless journey go, Ye Winds that westward flow. Thou heaving Sea That heav^st ^twixt her and me. Tell her I come ; 14 THE DAY AFTER TO-MORROW. Then only sigh your pleasure^ and be dumb ; For the sweet secret of our either self We know. Tell her I come, And let her heart be stilFd. One day^s controlled hope^ and then one more, And on the third our lives shall be fulfilFd ! Yet all has been before. Palm placed in palm, twin smiles, and words astray. What other should we say ? But shall I not, with ne'er a sign, perceive. Whilst her sweet hands I hold, The myriad threads and meshes manifold Which Love shall round her weave : The pulse in that vein making alien pause And varying beats from this ; Down each long finger felt, a differing strand Of silvery welcome bland ; THE DAY AFTER TO-MORROW. 15 And in her breezy palm And silken wrist, Beneath the touch of my like numerous bliss Complexly kiss'd, A diverse and distinguishable calm ? What should we say ! It all has been before ; And yet our lives shall now be first fulfilFd, And into their summ'd sweetness fall distilFd One sweet drop more ; One sweet drop more, in absolute increase Of unrelapsing peace. O, heaving Sea That heav'st as if for bliss of her and me, And separatest not dear heart from heart, Though each Against other beats too far apart, For yet awhile Let it not seem that I behold her smile. 16 THE DAY AFTER TO-MORROW. O, weary Love, O, folded to her breast^ Love in each moment years and years of rest, Be calm, as being not. Ye oceans of intolerable delight, The blazing photosphere of central Night, Be ye forgot. Terror, thou swarthy Groom of Bride-bliss coy, Let me not see you toy. O, Death, too tardy with thy hope intense Of kisses close beyond conceit of sense ; O, Life, too liberal, while to take her hand Is more of hope than heart can understand ; Perturb my golden patience not with joy. Nor, through a wish, profane The peace that should pertain To him who does by her attraction move. Has all not been before? One day^s controlled hope, and one again, THE DAY AFTER TO-MORROW. 17 And then the third, and ye shall have the rein, O Life, Death, Terror, Love ! But soon let your unrestful rapture cease, Ye flaming Ethers thin. Condensing till the abiding sweetness win One sweet drop more ; One sweet drop more in the measureless increase Of honied peace. 18 IV. " LET BE V Ah, yes ; we tell the good and evil trees By fruits : but how tell these ? Who does not know That good and ill Are done in secret still, And that which shews is verily but show ! How high of heart is one, and one how sweet of mood But not all height is holiness. "LET BEP' 19 Nor every sweetness good : .\nd grace will sometimes lurk where who could guess The Critic of his kind, Dealing to each his share, With easy humour, hard to bear, May not impossibly have in him shrined, As in a gossamer globe or thickly padded pod, Some small seed dear to God. Haply yon wretch, so famous for his falls. Got them beneath the Devil-defended walls Of some high Virtue he had vow'd to win ; And that which you and I Call his besetting sin Is but the fume of his peculiar fire Of inmost contrary desire, A.nd means wild willingness for her to die, Dashed with despondence of her favour sweet ; He fiercer fighting, in his worst defeat, c 2 20 "LET BEl^' Thau I or you. That only courteous greet Where he does hotly woo. Did ever fight, in our best victory. Another is mistook Through his deceitful likeness to his look ! Let be, let be : Why should I clear myself, why answer thou for me ? That shaft of slander shot Missed only the right blot. I see the shame They cannot see : 'Tis very just they blame The thing that's not. 21 THE CONTRACT. Twice thirty centuries and more ago. All in a heavenly Abyssinian vale^ Man first met woman ; and the ruddy snow On many-ridged Abora turn'd pale, And the song choked within the nightingale. A mild white furnace in the thorough blast Of purest spirit seemed She as she passM ; And of the Man enough that this be said. He looVd her Head. 22 THE CONTRACT. Towards their bower Together as they went. With hearts conceiving torrents of content. And lingered prologue fit for Paradise, He, gathering power Prom dear persuasion of the dim-lit hour And doubted sanction of her sparkling eyes, Thus supplicates her conjugal assent. And thus she makes replies : " Lo, Eve, the Day burns on the snowy height, But here is mellow night !" " Here let us rest. The languor of the light Is in my feet. It is thy strength, my Love, that makes me weak ; Thy strength it is that makes my weakness sweet. What would thy kissed lipa speak ?" " See, what a world of roses I have spread To make the bridal bed. THE CONTRACT. 23 Come, Beauty's self and Love's, thus to thy throne be led!" " My Lord, my Wisdom, nay ! Does not yon love-delighted Planet run, (Haply against her heart,) A space apart For ever from her strong-persuadiug Sun ? O say, Shall we no voluntary bars Set to our drift ? I, Sister of the Stars, And Thou, my glorious, course-compelling Day \" " Yea, yea ! Was it an echo of her coming word Which, ere she spake, I heard ? Or through what strange distrust was I, her Head, Not first this thing to have said ? Alway Speaks not within my breast The uncompulsive, great and sweet behest 24 THE CONTRACT. Of something bright, Not named, not known, and yet more manifest Than is the morn, The sun being just at point then to be born ? O, Eve, take back thy ' Nay/ Trust me, Belov'd, ever in all to mean Thy blissful service, sacrificial, keen ; But bondless be that service, and let speak — " " This other world of roses in my cheek. Which hide them in thy breast, and deepening seek That thou decree if they mean Yea or Nay." " Did e'er so sweet a word such sweet gainsay \" " And when I lean. Love, on you, thus, and smile So that my Nay seems Yea, You must the while Thence be confirmed that I deny you still." « I will, I will \" " And when my arms are round your neck, like this, THE CONTRACT. 25 And 1, as uowj Melt like a golden ingot in your kiss, Then, more than ever, shall your splendid word Be as Archangel Michael's severing sword ? Speak, speak ! Your might. Love, makes me weak, Your might it is that makes my weakness sweet/' " I vow, I vow !" " And are you happy, O, my Hero and Lord ; And is your joy complete ?'' " Yea, with my joyful heart ray body rocks. And joy comes down from heaven iu floods and shocks. As from Mount Abora comes the avalanche." " My Law, my Light ! Then am I yours as your high mind may list. No wile shall lure you, none can I resist !" Thus the first Eve With much enamour'd Adam did enact 26 THE CONTRACT. Their mutual free contract Of virgin spousals, blissful beyond flight Of modern thought, with great intention staunch, Though unobliged until that binding pact. Whether She kept her word, or He the mind To hold her, wavering, to his own restraint. Answer, ye pleasures faint. Ye fiery throes, and upturned eyeballs blind Of sick-at-heart Mankind, Whom nothing succour can, Until a heaven-caress'd and happier Eve Be joinM with some glad Saint In like espousals, blessed upon Earth, And She her Fruit forth bring ; No numb, chill-hearted, shaken-witted thing, 'Plaining his little span. But of proud virgin joy the appropriate birth. The Son of God and Man. 27 VI. PEACE. O England, how hast thou forgot, In dullard care for undisturbed increase Of gold, which profits not. The gain which once thou knew'st was for thy peace ! Honour is peace, the peace which does accord Alone with God^s glad word : " My peace I send you, and I send a sword." O England, how hast thou forgot. 28 PEACE. How fear'st the tilings which make for joy^ not fear, Confronted near. Hard days ? ^Tis what the pamper'd seek to buy With their most willing gold in weary lands. Loss and pain risked ? What sport but understands These for incitements ! Suddenly to die, With conscience a blurrM scroll ? The sunshine dreaming upon Salmon's height Is not so sweet and white As the most heretofore sin-spotted soul That darts to its delight Straight from the absolution of a faithful fight. Myriads of homes unloosened of home's bond, And filFd with helpless babes and harmless women fond ? Let those whose pleasant chance Took them, like me, among the German towns. After the war that pluck'd the fangs from France, With me pronounce PEACE. 29 Whether the frequent black, which then array'd Child, wife, and maid. Did most to magnify the sombreness of grief, Or add the beauty of a staid relief And freshening foil To cheerful-hearted Honour's ready smile ! Beneath the heroic sun Is there then none Whose sinewy wings by choice do fly In the tine mountain-air of public obloquy, To tell the sleepy mongers of false ease That war's the ordained way of all alivcj And therein with goodwill to dare and thrive Is profit and heart's peace ? But in his heart the fool now saith : " The thoughts of Heaven were past all finding out. Indeed, if it should rain Intolerable woes upon our land again, 30 PEACE. After so long a drought \" " Will a kind Providence our vessel whelm ^ With such a pleasant pilot at the helm ?'' " Or let the throats be cut of pretty sheep That care for nought but pasture rich and deep V " Were 't Evangelical of God to deal so foul a blow At people who hate Papists so?" " What, make or keep A tax for ship and gun, When ^tis full three to one Yon bully but intends To beat our friends ?" " Let's put aside Our costly pride. Our appetite's not gone Because we've learn'd to doff Our caps, where we were used to keep them on." " If times get worse. PEACE. 31 We've money in our purse, And patriots that know how, let who will scoff, To buy our perils off. Yea, blessed in our midst Art thou who lately didst. So cheap, The old bargain of the Saxon with the Dane." Thus in his heart the fool now saith ; And, lo, our trusted leaders trust fool's luck, Which, like the whale's 'mazed chine, When they thereon were mulling of their wine, Will some day duck. Remnant of Honour, brooding in the dark Over your bitter cark. Staring, as Rispah stared, astonied seven days. Upon the corpses of so many sons. Who loved her once. Dead in the dim and lion-haunted ways. 32 PEACE. Who could have dreamt That times should come like these ! Prophets, indeed, taught lies when we were young, And people loved to have it so ; For they teach well who teach their scholars' tongue ! But that the foolish both should gaze, With feeble, fascinated face, Upon the wan crest of the coming woe. The billow of earthquake underneath the seas. And sit at ease. Or stand agape, Without so much as stepping back to ■'scape, Mumbling, " Perchance we perish if we stay : 'Tis certain wear of shoes to stir away V Who could have dreamt That times should come like these ! Remnant of Honour, tongue-tied with contempt. Consider ; you are strong yet, if you please. PEACE. 83 A hundred just men up, and arm'd but with a frown, May hoot a hundred thousand false loons down, Or drive them any way like geese. But to sit silent now is to suborn The common villany you scorn. In the dark hour When phrases are in power. And nought^s to choose between The thing which is not and which is not seen, One fool, with lusty lungs. Does what a hundred wise, who hate and hold tluir tongues. Shall ne'er undo. In such an hour. When eager hands are fetter'd and too few. And hearts alone have leave to bleed. Speak ; for a good word then is a good deed. 34 VII. A FAREWELL. With all my will, but much against my heart, We two now part. , My Very Dear, Our solace is, the sad road lies so clear. It needs no art. With faint, averted feet And many a tear. In our opposed paths to persevere. I A FAUEWELL. 35 Go thou to East, I West. We will not say There's any hope, it is so far away. But, O, my Best, When the one darling of our widowhcad, The nursling Grief, Is dead, And no dews blur our eyes To see the peach-bloom come in evening skies, Perchance we may. Where now this night is day. And even through faith of still averted feet, Making full circle of our banishment, Amazed meet; The bitter journey to the bourne so sweet Seasoning the termless feast of our content With tears of recognition never dry. i> 2 30 VIIT. VICTORY IN DEFEAT, Ah, God, alas, How soon it came to pass The sweetness melted from thy barbed hook "Which I so simply took ; And I lay bleeding on the bitter land, Afraid to stir against thy least command, But losing all my pleasant life-blood, whence Force should have been heart's frailty to withstand. Life is not life at all without delight. VICTORY IN defp:at. 37 Nor has it any might ; And better thau the insentient heart and brain Is sharpest pain ; And better for the moment seems it to rebels If the great Master, from his lifted seat. Ne'er whispers to the wearied servant " Well \" Yet what returns of love did I endure, When to be pardoned seem'd almost more sweet Than aye to have been pure ! But day still faded to disastrous night. And thicker darkness changed to feebler light, Until forgiveness, without stint renewed. Was now no more with loving tears imbued, Vowing no more offence. Not less to thine Unfaithful didst thou cry, " Come back, poor Child ; be all as 'twas before." But I, '' No, no ; I will not promise any more ! 33 VICTORY IN DEFEAT. Yet, when I feel my hour is come to die. And so I am secured of continence. Then may I say, though haply then in vain, ' My only, only Love, O, take me back again '/ " Thereafter didst thou smite So hard that, for a space, Uplifted seem'd Heav'n's everlasting door. And I indeed the darling of thy grace. But, in some dozen changes of the moon, A bitter mockery seem'd thy bitter boon. The broken pinion was no longer sore. Again, indeed, I woke Under so dread a stroke That all the strength it left within my heart Was just to ache and turn, and then to turn and ache. And some weak sign of war unceasingly to make. And here I lie. With no one near to mark. VICTORY IN DEFEAT. 39 Thrusting Hell's phantoms feebly in the dark, And still at point more utterly to die. O, God, how long ! Put forth indeed thy powerful right hand. While time is yet, Or never shall I see the blissful land !" Thus I : then God, in pleasant speech and strong, (Which soon I shall forget) : " The man who, though his fights be all defeats. Still fights. Enters at last The heavenly Jerusalem's rejoicing streets With glory more, and more triumphant rites Than always-conquering Joshua's, when his blast The frighted walls of Jericho down cast ; And, lo, the glad surprise Of peace beyond surmise. More than in common Saints, for ever in his eyes." 40 IX. WIND AND WAVE. The wedded light and heat. Winnowing the witless space. Without a let, What are they till they beat Against the sleepy sod, and there beget Perchance the violet ! Is the One found. Amongst a wilderness of as happy grace. WIND AND WAVE. 41 To make Heaven's bound ; So that in Her All which it hath of sensitively good Is sought and understood After the narrow mode the mighty Heavens prefer ? She, as a little breeze Following still Night, Ripples the spirit's cold, deep seas Into delight; But, in a while. The immeasurable smile Is broke by fresher airs to flashes blent With darkling discontent ; And aU the subtle zephyr hurries gay. And all the heaving ocean heaves one way, 'Tward the void sky-line and an unguess'd weal ; Until the vanward billows feci The agitating shallows, and devine the goal. 42 "WIND AND WAVE. And to foam roU^ And spread and stray And traverse midly, like delighted hands. The fair and fleckless sands ; And so the whole Unfathomable and immense Triumphing tide comes at the last to reach And burst in wind-kiss'd splendours on the deafning beach, "Where forms of children in first innocence Laugh and fling pebbles on the rainbow'd crest Of its untired unrest. 43 X. LEGEM TUAM DILEXI. The '' Infinite/' Word horrible ! at feud With life, and the braced mood Of power and joy and love ; Forbidden, by wise heathen ev'n, to be Spoken of Deity, Whose Name, on popular altars, was " The Unknown,' Because, or ere It was reveal'd as One Confined in Three, 44 LEGEM TUAM I'lLEXI. The people fear'd that it might prove Infinity, The blazon which the devils desired to gain ; And God, for their confusion, laughed consent; Yet did so far relent. That they might seek relief, and not in vain. In dashing of themselves against the shores of pain. Nor bides alone in hell The bond-disdaining spirit boiling to rebel. But for compulsion of strong grace. The pebble in the road Would straight explode. And fill the ghastly boundlessness of space. The furious power, To soft growth twice constrained in leaf and flower, Protests, and longs to flash its faint self far Beyond the dimmest star. The same LEGEM TUAM DILEXI. 45 Seditious flame, Beat backward with reduplicated might, Struggles alive witliiu its stricter term, And is the worm. And the just Man does on himself affirm God's limits, and is conscious of delight. Freedom and right. And so His Semblance is, Who, every hour. By day and night, Buildeth new bulwarks Against the Infinite. For, all, who can express How full of bonds and simpleness Is God, How narrow is He, And how the wide waste field of possibility Is only trod Straight to His homestead in the human heart. And all His art 46 LEGEM TUAM DILEXI. Is as the babe's, that wins his Mother to repeat Her little song so sweet ! What is the chief news of the Night ? Lo, iron and salt, heat, weight and light In every star that drifts on the great breeze ! And these Mean Man, Darling of God, Whose thoughts but live and move Round him ; Who woos his will To wedlock with His own, and does distil To that drop's span The attar of all rose-fields of all love ! Therefore the soul select assumes the stress Of bonds unbid, which God's own style express Better than well. And aye hath borne. To the Clown's scorn. The fetters of the threefold golden chain : I LEGEM TUAM DILEXT. 47 Narrowing to nothing all his worldly gain ; (Howbeit in vain ; For to have nought Is to have all things without care or thought !) Surrendering, abject, to his equal's rule, As though he were a fool, The free wings of the will ; (More vainly still ; For none knows rightly what 'tis to be free But only he Who, vow'd against all choice, and filFd with awe Of the ofttimes dumb or clouded Oracle, Does wiser than to spell, In his own suit, the least word of the Law !) And lastly bartering life's dear bliss for pain ; But evermore in vain ; For joy (rejoice ye Few that tasted have !) Is Love's obedience 48 LEGEM TUAM DILEXI. Against the genial laws of natural sense. Whose wide, self-dissipating wave, Prisoned in artful dykes. Trembling returns and strikes Thence to its source again. In backward billows fleet, Crest crossing crest ecstatic as they greet ; Thrilling each vein, Exploring every chasm and cove Of the full heart with floods of honied love, And every principal street And obscure alley and lane Of the intricate brain With brimming rivers of light and breezes sweet Of the primordial heat ; Till, unto view of me and thee. Lost the intense life be. Or ludicrously display^, by force LEGEM TUAM DILEXI. 49 Of distance, as a soaring eagle, or a horse On far-off hillside shewn, May seem a gust-driv'n rag or a dead stone. Nor by such bonds alone — But more I leave to say, Fitly revering the Wild Ass's bray Also his hoof. Of which, go where you will, the marks remain Where the religious walls have hid the bright reproof. 50 XI. THE TOYS. My little Son^ who look'd from thoughtful eyes, And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise, Having my law the seventh time disobey'd, I struck him^ and dismissed With hard words and unkissM^ His Mother, who was patient,, being dead. Then, fearing lest his grief should hinder sleep, I visited his bed. THE TOYS. 51 But found him slumbering deep, With darkened eyelids, and their lashes yet From his late sobbing wet. And I, with moan, Kissing away his tears, left others of my own ; For, on a table drawn beside his head. He had put, within his reach, A box of counters and a red-veiu'd stone, A piece of glass abraded by the beach And six or seven shells, A bottle with bluebells And two French copper coins, ranged there with earcfi art. To comfort his sad heart. So when that night I prayed To God, I wept, and said : Ah, when at last we lie with tranced breath. Not vexing Thee in death, £ 2 52 THE TOYS. And Thou rememberest of what toys We made our joys. How weakly understood, Thy great commanded good^ Then, fatherly not less Than I whom Thou hast moulded from the clay, Thou^lt leave Thy wrath, and say, " I will be sorry for their childishness." 53 XII. PSYCHE. Whate'er thou dost tliou'rt dear ! Uncertain troubles sanctify That magic well-spring of the willing tear, Thine eye. Thy jealous fear, With not the rustle of a rival near ; Thy careless disregard of all My tenderest care; 54 PSYCHE. Thy dumb despair When thy keen wit my worship may construe Into contempt of thy divinity ; They please me too ! But should it once befall These accidental charms to disappear. Leaving withal Thy sometime self the same throughout the year. So glowing, grave and shy. Kind, talkative and dear. As now thou sitt'st to ply The fireside tune Of that neat engine deft at which thou sew'st With fingers mild and foot like the new moon, O, in what speech of honey, milk and gold, Could my content be told ! Forget, then, (but I know Thou canst not so,) rsYCiiE. 55 Thy customs of some prsediluvian state. I am uo Bullfincli, fair my Butterfly, That thou should^st try Those zigzag courses^ in the welkin clear; Nor cruel Boy that, fledd'st thou straight Or paused, mayhap Might catch thee, for thy colours, with his cap. 56 XIII. TRISTITIA. Darling, with hearts conjoined in such a peace That Hope, so not to cease, Must still gaze back. And count, along^ our lovers most happy track. The landmarks of like inconceiv'd increase. Promise me this : If thou alone should'st win God^s perfect bliss, TKISTITIA. 57 And 1, beguiled by gracious-seeming sin, Say, loving too much thee. Love's last goal miss, And any vows may then have memory, Never, by grief for what I bear or lack, To mar thy joyance of heav'n's jubilee. Promise me this ; For else I should be ImrFd, Beyond just doom And by thy deed, to Death's interior gloom. From the mild borders of the banish'd world Wherein they dwell Who builded not unalterable fate On pride, fraud, envy, cruel lust or hate ; Yet loved too laxly sweetness and heart's ease. And strove the creature more than God to please. For such as these Loss without measure, sadness without end ! 58 TRTSTITIA. Yet not for this do thou disheaven^d be With thinking upon me. Though black, when scanned from heaven^s surpassing bright, This might mean light, FoiFd with the dim days of mortality. For God is everywhere. Go down to deepest Hell, and He is there. And, as a true but quite estranged Friend, He works, Against gnashing teeth of devilish ire, With love deep hidden lest it be blasphemed. If possible, to blend Ease vrith the pangs of its inveterate fire ; Yea, in the worst And from His Face most wilfully accurst Of souls in vain redeem^. He does with potions of oblivion kill Remorse of the lost Love that helps them still. TRISTITIA. 59 Apart from these, Near the sky-borders of tliat baiiish^l worhl, "Wander pale spirits among willow'd leas. Lost beyond measure, saddened without end, But since, while erring most, retaining yet Some ineffectual fervour of regret. Retaining still such weal As spurned Lovers feel. Preferring far to all the workVs delight Their loss so infinite. Or Poets, when they mark In the clouds dun A loitering flush of the long sunken sun. And turn away with tears into the dark. Know, Dear, these are not mine But Wisdom's words, confirmed by divine Doctors and Saints, though fitly seldom heard Save in their own prepense-occulted word, 60 TRISTITIA. Lest fools be fooFd the further by false hope, And wrest sweet knowledge to their own decline ; And (to approve I speak within my scope) The Mistress of that dateless exile grey Is named in surpliced Schools Tristitia. But, O, my Darling, look in thy heart and see How unto me, Secured of my prime care, thy happy state. In the most unclean cell Of sordid HeU, And worried by the most ingenious hate, It never could be anything but well. Nor from my soul, full of thy sanctity, Such pleasure die As the poor harlot^s, in whose body stirs The innocent life that is and is not hers : Unless, alas, this fount of my relief By thy unheavenly grief TRISTITIA. 61 Were closed. So, witli a consecrating kiss, And hearts made one in past all previous peace, And bosoms thus opposed, Promise me this ! 62 XIV. MAGNA EST VERITAS. Here, in this little Bay, Full of tumultuous life and great repose, Where, twice a day, The purposeless, glad ocean comes and goes, Under high cliffs, and far from the huge town, I sit me down. For want of me the world^s course will not fail When all its work is done, the lie shall rot ; The truth is great, and shall prevail. When none cares whether it prevail or not. 03 XV. DEPARTURE. It was not like your great and gracious ways ! Do you, that have nought other to lament, Never, my Love, repent Of how, that July afternoon. You went, With sudden, unintelligible phrase, And frighten^ eye, Upon your journey of so many days, 64 DEPARTURE. Without a single kiss or a good-bye ? I knew^ indeed, that you were parting soon ; And so we sate, within the low sun's rays, You whispering to me, for your voice was weak. Your harrowing praise. "Well, it was well, my Wife, To hear you such things speak. And see your love Make of your eyes a growing gloom of life. As a warm South-wind sombres a March grove. And it was like your great and gracious ways To turn your talk on daily things, my Dear, Lifting the luminous, pathetic lash To let the laughter flash. Whilst I drew near. Because you spoke so low that I could scarcely hear. But all at once to leave me at the last. More at the wonder than the loss aghast. DEPARTURE. 65 With huddled, unintelligible phrase. And frighten'd eye, And go your journey of all days With not one kiss or a good-bye. And the only loveless look the look with wliich you passM, 'Twas all unlike your great and gracious ways. 66 XVI. THE STANDARDS. That last, Blown from our Zion of the Seven Hills, Was no uncertain blast ! Listen : the warning all the champaign fills. And minatory murmurs, answering, mar The Night, both near and far. Perplexing many a drowsy citadel Beneath whose ill-watchM walls the Powers of Hell, THE STANDARDS. 07 With armed jar And angry threat, surcease Their long-kept compact of contemptuous peace ! Lo, yonder, where our little English band, With peace in heart and wrath in hand, Have dimly ta'en their stand. Sweetly the light Shines from the solitary peak at Edgbaston, Whence, o'er the dawning Land, Gleam the gold blazonries of Love irate 'Gainst the black flag of Hate."^ Envy not, little band, Your brothers, under the HohenzoUern hoof Put to the splendid proof. Your hour is near ! The spectre-haunted time of idle Night, * This Ode was written in the year 1874, soon after the puhlication of an incendiary pamphlet against the English Catholics. F 'A 68 THE STANDARDS. Your only fear. Thank God, is done, And Day and War, Man^s work-time and delight, Begun. Ho, ye of the van there, veterans great of cheer, Look to your footing, -when, from yonder verge, The wishM Sun shall emerge ; Lest once again the Flower of Sharon bloom After a way the Stalk call heresy. Strange splendour and strange gloom Alike confuse the path Of customary faith ; And when the dim-seen mountains turn to flame And every roadside atom is a spark. The dazzled sense, that used was to the dark, May well doubt, " Is't the safe way and the same By which we came From Egypt, and to Canaan mean to go V THE STANDARDS. 69 But know. The clearness then so marvellously increased. The light'uing shiuiug through the West and East, Is the great promised sign Of His victorious and divine Approach, whose coming in the clouds shall be, As erst was His humility, A stumbling unto some, the first-bid to the Feast, Cry, Ho ! Good speed to them that come and them that go From either gathering host. And, after feeble, false allegiance, now first know Their post. Ho, ye W ho loved our Flag Only because there flapp'd none other rag Which gentlemen might doff to, and such be, 'Save your gentility ! 70 THE STANDARDS. For leagued, alas, are we With many a faithful rogue Discrediting bright Truth with dirt and brogue ; And flatterers, too. That still would sniff the grass After the ^broiderM shoe. And swear it smelt like musk where He did pass, Though he were Borgia or Caiaphas. Ho, ye Who dread the bondage of the boundless fields Which Heaven^s allegiance yields. And, like to house-hatch'd finches, hop not free Unless 'tween walls of wire, Look, there be many cages : choose to your desire ! Ho, ye. Of God the least beloved, of Man the most. That like not leaguing with the lesser host, Behold the invested Mount, THE STANDARDS. 71 And that assaiJting Sea with ne'er a coast. You need not stop to count ! But come up, ye Who adore, in any way. Our God by His wide-honour'd Name of Yea. Come up ; for where ye stand ye cannot stay. Come all That either mood of heavenly joyance know, And, on the ladder hierarchical, Have seen the order'd Angels to and fro Descending, with the pride of service sweet. Ascending, with the rapture of receipt ! Come who have felt, in soul and heart and sense. The entire obedience Which opes the bosom, like a blissful wife. To the Husband of aU life ! Come ye that find contentment^s very core In the light store 72 THE STANDARDS. And daisied path Of Poverty, And know how more A small thing that the righteous hath Availeth than the ungodly's riches great. Come likewise ye Which do not yet disown as out of date That brightest third of the dead Virtues three, Of Love the crown elate And daintiest glee I Come up, come up, and join our little band. Our time is near at hand. The sanction of the world^s undying hate Means more than flaunted flags in windy air. Be ye of gathering fate Now gladly ware. Now from the matrix, by God's grinding wrought, The brilliant shall be brought ; THE STANDARDS. 73 The white stone mystic set between the eyes Of them that get the prize ; Yea, part and parcel of that mighty Stone Which shall be thrown Into the Sea, and Sea shall be no more. 74 XVII. IF I WERE DEAD." *^ If I were dead, youM sometimes say, Poor Child V The dear lips quiver'd as they spake. And the tears brake From eyes which, not to grieve me, brightly smiled. Poor Child, poor Child ! I seem to hear your laugh, your talk, your song. It is not true that Love will do no wrong. Poor Child 1 "IF I WERE DEAD." 75 And did you think, when so you cried and smiled, How I, in lonely nights, should lie awake. And of those words your fidl avengers make ? Poor Child, poor Child ! And now, unless it be That sweet amends thrice told are come to thee, O, God, have thou no mercy upon me ! Poor Child ! 76 XVIII. EURYDICE. Is this the portent of the day nigh past, And of a restless grave O'er which the eternal sadness gathers fast ? Or but the heaped wave Of some chance, wandering tide. Such as that world of awe Whose circuit, listening to a foreign law. Conjunctures ours at uuguess'd dates and wide. EURYDICE. 77 Does in the Spirit's tremulous ocean draw, To pass unfateful on, and so subside ? Thee, whom ev'n more than Heaven loved I have, And yet have not been true Even to thee, I, dreaming, night by night seek now to see, And, in a mortal sorrow, still pursue Thro' sordid streets and lanes And houses brown and bare And many a haggard stair Ochrous with ancient stains. And infamous doors, opening on hapless rooms, In whose unhaunted glooms Dead pauper generations, witless of the sun. Their course have run ; And ofttimes my pursuit Is checked of its dear fruit By things brimful of hate, my kith and kin, 78 EURYDICE. Furious that I should keep Their forfeit power to weep, And mockj with living fear^ their mournful malice thin. But ever, at the last, my way I win To where, with perfectly sad patience, nurst By sorry comfort of assured worst, IngrainM in fretted cheek and lips that pine. On pallet poor Thou lyest, stricken sick. Beyond love's cure, By all the world's neglect, but chiefly mine. Then sweetness, sweeter than my tongue can tell. Does in my bosom well, And tears come free and quick And more and more abound For piteous passion keen at having found, After exceeding ill, a little good ; EURYDICE. 79 A little good Which, for the while, Fleets with the current sorrow of the blood, Though no good here has heart enough to smile. i 80 XIX. KEMEMBERED GRACE. Since succour to the feeblest of the wise Is charge of nobler weight Thau the security Of mauy and many a foolish soul's estate, This I affirm, Though fools will fools more confidently be : Whom God does once with heart to heart befriend, He does so till the end ; REMEMBERED GRACE. 81 And having planted life's miraculous germ, One sweet pulsation of responsive love. He sets him sheer above, Not sin and bitter shame And wreck of fame, But Hell's insidious and more black attempt, The envy, malice and pride, "Which men who share so easily condone That few ev'n list such ills as these to hide. From these unalterably exempt Through the remember'd grace Of that divine embrace. Of his sad errors none. Though gross to blame. Shall cast him lower than the cleansing flame. Nor make him quite depart From the small flock named " after God's own heart," And to themselves unknown. 82 REMEMBERED GRACE. Nor can he quail In faith, nor flush nor pale When all the other idiot people spell How this or that new prophet's word belies Their last high oracle ; But constantly his soul Points to its pole Ev'n as the needle points, and knows not why ; And, under the ever-changing clouds of doubt, When others cry, " The stars, if stars there were, " Are quenched and out !" To him, uplooking tVard the hills for aid, Appear, at need display'd, Gaps in the low-hung gloom, and, bright in air, Orion or the Bear. 83 XX. SEMELE. No praise to me ! My joy 'twas to be nothing but the glass Thro' which the general boon of Heaven should pass, To focus upon thee. Nor is't thy blame Thou first should'st glow, and, after, fade i' the flame. It takes more might Than God has given thee. Dear, so long to feel delight. G 2 84 SEMELE. Shall I, alas, Reproach thee with thy change and my regret ? Blind fumblers that we be About the portals of felicity ! The wind of words would scatter, tears would wash Quite out the little heat Beneath the silent aud chill seeming ash. Perchance, still slumbering sweet. 85 XXI. CREST AND GULF. Much woe that man befalls Who does not run when sent, nor come when Heaven calls ; But whether he serve God, or his own whim. Not matters, in the end, to any one but him; And he as soon Shall map the other side of the Moon, As trace what his own deed. In the next chop of the chance gale, shall breed. SG CREST AND GULF. This he may know : His good or evil seed Is like to grow. For its first harvest^ quite to contraries : The father wise Has still the hare-brainM brood; ^Gainst evil^ ill example better works than good ; The poet, fanning his mild flight At a most keen and arduous height. Unveils the tender heavens to horny human eyes Amidst ingenious blasphemies, Wouldst raise the poor, in Capuan luxury sunk ? The Nation lives but while its Lords are drunk ! Or spread Heav'n's partial gifts o'er all, like dew? The Many's weedy growth withers the gracious Few ! Strange opposites, from those, again, shall rise. Join, then, if thee it please, the bitter jest Of mankind's progress ; all its spectral race CHEST AND GULF. 87 Mere impotence of rest. The heaving vain of life which cannot cease from self, Crest altering still to gulf And gulf to crest In endless chace That leaves the tossing water anchored in its place ! Ah^ well does he who does but stand aside. Sans hope or fear. And marks the crest and gulf in station sink and rear, And prophesies Against trust in such a tide : For he sometimes is prophet, heavenly taught. Whose message is that he sees only nought ! Nathless, disceru'd may be. By listeners at the doors of destiny. The fly-wheel swift and still Of God^s incessant will. Mighty to keep in bound, tho^ powerless to quell. The amorous and vehement drift of man's herd to hell. 88 XXII. PROPHETS WHO CANNOT SING. Ponder, ye Just, the scoffs that frequent go From forth the foe : " The holders of the Truth in Verity Are people of a harsh and stammering tongue ! The hedge-flower hath its song ; Meadow and tree Water and wandering cloud Find Seers who see, PROPHETS WHO CANNOT SING. 89 And, with convincing music clear and loud. Startle the adder-deafness of the crowd By tones, O Love, from thee. Views of the unveiled heavens alone forth bring Prophets who cannot sing, Praise that in chiming numbers will not run ; At least, from David until Dante, none, And none since him. Fish, and not swim? They think they somehow should, and so they try ; But (haply 'tis they screw the pitch too high) 'Tis still their fates To warble tunes that nails might draw from slates. Poor Seraphim ! They mean to spoil our sleep, and do, but all their gains Are curses for their pains V Now who but knows 90 PROPHETS WHO CANNOT SING. That truth to learn from foes Is wisdom ripe ? Therefore no longer let us stretch our throats Till hoarse as frogs With straining after notes Which but to touch would burst an organ-pipe. Far better be dumb dogs. 01 XXIII. FELICIA. Of infinite Heaven the rays^ Piercing some eyelet in our cavern black_, Ended their viewless track On thee to smite Solely, as on a diamond stalactite. And in mid-darkness lit a raiubow^s blaze. Wherein the absolute Reason, Power, and Love, That erst could move 92 FELICIA. Mainly in me but toil and weariness, Renounced their deadening might. Renounced their undistinguishable stress Of withering white, And did with gladdest hues my spirit caress, Nothing of Heaven in thee showing infinite, Save the delight. 93 XXIV. TIRED MEMORY. The stony rock of deatli^s insensibility WelFd yet awhile with honey of thy love, And then was dry ; Nor could thy picture, nor thine empty glove, Nor aU thy kind, long letters, nor the band Which really spanned Thy body chaste and warm Henceforward move 94 TIRED ]\1 EMORY. Upon the stony rock their wearied charm. At lastj then, thou wast dead. Yet would I not despair, But wrought my daily task, and daily said Many and many a fond, unfeeling prayer, To keep my vows of faith to thee from harm. In vain. " For 'tis,'' I said, '' all one, " The wilful faith, which has no joy or pain, " As if 'twere none." Then look'd I miserably round If aught of duteous love were left undone, And nothing found. But, kneeling in a Church, one Easter-Day, It came to me to say : " Though there is no intelligible rest, " In Earth or Heaven, " For me, but on her breast, TIRED MEMORY. 95 " I yield her up, again to have licr given, " Or not, as, Lord, thou wilt, and that for aye." And the same night, in slumber lying, I, who had drcam'd of thee as sad and sick and dying. And only so, nightly for all one year, Did thee, my own most Dear, Possess In gay, celestial beauty nothing coy, And felt thy soft caress With heretofore unknown reality of joy. But, in our mortal air. None thrives for long upon the happiest dream, And fresh despair Bade me seek round afresh for some extreme Of unconceiv'd, interior sacrifice Whereof the smoke mij^ht rise To God, and 'mind him that one pray'd below. And so. 96 TIRED MEMORY. In agony, I cried : " My Lord, if thy strange will be this, " That I should crucify my heart, " Because my love has also been my pride, " I do submit, if I saw how, to bliss " Wherein She has no part/' And I was heard. And taken at my own remorseless word. O, my most Dear, Was't treason, as I fear? 'Twere that, and worse, to plead thy veiled mind. Kissing thy babes, and murmuring in mine ear, " Thou canst not be " Faithful to God, and faithless unto me \" Ah, prophet kind ! I heard, all dumb and blind With tears of protest ; and I cannot see But faith was broken. Yet, as I have said. TIRED MEMORY. 97 My heart was dead. Dead of devotion and tired memory, When a strange grace of thee In a fair stranger, as I take it, bred To her some tender heed. Most innocent Of purpose therewith blent, And pure of faith, I think, to thee ; yet such That the pale reflex of an alien love. So vaguely, sadly shown. Did her heart touch Above All that, till then, had woo^d her for its own. And so the fear, which is love's chilly dawn, Flush'd faintly upon lids that droopM like thine, And made me weak. By thy delusive likeness doubly drawn. And Nature's long suspended breath of flame H 98 TIRED MEMORY. Persuading soft^ and whispering Duty's name. Awhile to smile and speak With this thy Sister sweet, and therefore mine; Thy Sister sweet. Who bade the wheels to stir Of sensitive delight in the poor brain. Dead of devotion and tired memory. So that I lived again. And, strange to aver, With no relapse into the void inane. For thee ; But (treason was't ?) for thee and also her. 99 XXV. "FAINT YET PURSUING. Heroic Good, target for which the young Dream in their dreams that every bow is strung, And, missing, sigh Unfruitful, or as disbelievers die. Thee having missM, I will not so revolt, But lowlier shoot my bolt, And lowlier still, if still I may not reach, And my proud stomach teach H 2 100 "FAINT YET PURSUING." That less than highest is good, and may be high. An even walk in lifers uneven way, Though to have dreamt of flight and not to fly Be strange and sad. Is not a boon that's given to all who pray. If this I had IM envy none ! Nay, trod I straight for one Year, month or week, Should Heaven withdraw, and Satan me amerce Of power and joy, still would I seek Another victory with a like reverse ; Because the good of victory does not die. As dies the failure's curse, And what we have to gain Is, not one battle, but a weary life's campaign. Yet meaner lot being sent Should more than me content ; "FAINT YET PURSUING." 101 Yea, if I lie Among vile shards^ though born for silver wings, In the strong flight and feathers gold Of whatsoever heavenward mounts and sings I must by admiration so comply That there I should my own delight behold. Yea, though I sin each day times seven, And dare not lift the fearfullest eyes to Heaven, Thanks must I give Because that seven times are not eight or nine. And that my darkness is all mine. And that I live "Within this oak-shade one more minute even. Hearing the winds their Maker magnify. 102 XXVI. PAIN. O, Pain, Love's mystery. Close next of kin To joy and hearths delight. Low Pleasure's opposite. Choice food of sanctity And medicine of sin, Angel, whom even they that will pursue Pleasure with helFs whole gust PAIX. 103 Find that they must Perversely woo, My lips, thy live coal touching, speak thee true. Thou sear'st my flesh, O Pain, But brand'st for arduous peace my languid brain, And bright^nest my dull view. Till I, for blessing, blessing give again. And my roused spirit is Another lire of bliss, Wherein I learn Feelingly how the pangful purging fire Shall furiously burn With joy, not only of assured desire. But also present joy Of seeing the lifers corruption, stain by stain. Vanish in the clear heat of Love irate. And, fume by fume, the sick alloy Of luxury, sloth and hate 104 PAIN. Evaporate ; Leaving the man, so dark erewhile, The mirror merely of God^s smile. Herein, O Pain, abides the praise For which my song I raise ; But even the bastard good of intermittent ease How greatly doth it please ! With what repose The being from its bright exertion glows When from thy strenuous storm the senses sweep Into a little harbour deep Of rest ; When thou, O Pain, Having devour'd the nerves that thee sustain, Sleep'st, till thy tender food be somewhat grown again ; And how the lull With tear-blind love is full ! What mockery of a man am I expressed PAIN. 105 That I should wait for thee To woo ! Nor even dare 1o love, till Lhou lov'st me. How shameful, too, Is this : That, when thou lov^st, I am at first afraid Of thy fierce kiss. Like a youug maid ; And only trust thy charms And get my courage in thy throbbing arms. And, when thou partest, what a fickle mind Thou leav'st behind. That, being a little absent from mine eye, It straight forgets thee what thou art. And ofttimes my adulterate heart Dallies with Pleasure, thy pale enemy. O, for the learned spirit without attaint That docs not faint. 106 PAIN. But knows both how to have thee and to lack, And ventures many a spell^ Unlawful but for them that love so well, To call thee back. 107 XXVII. THE TWO DESARTS. Not greatly moved with awe am I To learn that we may spy Five thousand firmaments beyond our own. The best that^s known Of the heavenly bodies does them credit small. Viewed close^ the Moon's fair ball Is of ill objects worst, A corpse in Night's highway, naked, fire-scarr'd, accurst ; 108 THE TWO DESARTS. And now they tell That the Sun is plainly seen to boil and burst Too horribly for hell. So, judging from these tT>o, As we must do, The Universe, outside our living Earth, Was all conceiv'd in the Creator^s mirth, Forecasting at the time Man's spirit deep. To make dirt cheap. Put by the Telescope ! Better without it man may see, Stretched awful in the hush'd midnight. The ghost of his eternity. Give me the nobler glass that swells to the eye The things which near us lie. Till Science rapturously hails, In the minutest water-drop, A torment of innumerable tails. THE TWO DESARTS. 109 These at the least do live. But rather give A mind not much to pry Beyond our royal-fair estate Betwixt these desarts blank of small and great. Wonder and beauty our own courtiers arc, Pressing to catch our gaze, And out of obvious ways Ne'er wandering far. 110 XXVIII. DELICIiE SAPIENTIJi: DE AMORE. Love, light for me Thy ruddiest blazing torch, That I, albeit a beggar by the Porch Of the glad Palace of Virginity, May gaze within, and sing the pomp I see ; For, crowned with roses all, ^Tis there, O Love, they keep thy festival ! But first warn off the beatific spot DELICIiE SAPIENTIiE DE AMORE. Ill Those wretched who have not Even afar beheld the shining wall, And those who, once beholding, have forgot, And those, most vile, who dress The charnel spectre drear Of utterly dishallowM nothingness In that refulgent fame. And cry, Lo, here ! And name The Lady whose smiles inflame The sphere. Bring, Love, anear. And bid be not afraid Young Lover true, and love-forebodiiig Maid, And wedded Spouse, if virginal of thought ; For I will sing of nought Less sweet to hear Than seems 112 DELICI^ SAPIENTliE DE AMORE. A music iu their half-remember'd dreams. The magnet calls the steel : Answers the iron to the magnet's breath ; What do they feel But death ! The clouds of summer kiss in flame and rain, And are not found again ; But the heavens themselves eternal are with fire Of unapproach'd desire, By the aching heart of Love, which cannot rest, In blissfullest pathos so indeed possess^. O, spousals high ; O, doctrine blest, Unutterable in even the happiest sigh ; This know ye all Who can recall With what a welling of indignant tears Love's simpleness first hears DELICLE SAPIENTL^ DE AMORE. 113 The meaning of his mortal covenant. And from what pride comes down To wear the crown Of which 'twas very heaven to feel the want. How envies he the ways Of yonder hopeless star, And so would laugh and yearn With trembling lids eterne. Ineffably content from infinitely far Only to gaze On his bright Mistress's responding rays, That never know eclipse ; And, once in his long year. With praeternuptial ecstacy and fear. By the delicious law of that ellipse Wherein all citizens of ether move. With hastening pace to come Nearer, though never near, I 114 DELICIiE SAPIENTLE DE AMORE. His Love And always inaccessible sweet Home ; There on Lis path donbly to burn. Kissed by her doubled light That whispers of its source, The ardent secret ever clothed with Niglit, Then go forth in new force Towards a new return, Rejoicing as a Bridegroom on his course ! This know ye all ; Therefore gaze bold, That so in you be joyful hope increasM, Thorough the Palace poi'tals, and behold The dainty and unsating Marriage-Feast. O, hear Them singing clear " Cor meum et caro mea^' round the " I am,-" The Husband of the Heavens, and the Lamb DELICTI SAPIENTI^E DE AMORE. 115 Whom they for ever follow there that kept^ Or^ losing, never slept Till they reconqucr\l had in mortal fight The standard white. O, hear From the harps they bore from Earth, five-strung, what music springs, While the glad Spirits chide The wondering strings ! And how the shining sacrificial Choirs, Ofl'ering for aye their dearest hearts' desires, Which to their hearts come back beatified. Hymn, the bright aisles along. The nuptial song, Song ever new to us and them, that saith, " Hail Virgin in Virginity a Spouse I" Heard first below Vt'^ithin the little house I 2 116 DELICLE SAPIENFLE DE AMORE. At Nazareth ; Heard yet in many a cell where Brides of Christ Lie hid, emparadised, And where, although By the hour ^tis night, There's light. The Day still lingering in the lap of snow. Gaze and be not afraid Ye wedded few that honour, in sweet thought And glittering will, So freshly from the garden gather still The lily sacrificed ; For ye, though self-suspected here for nought. Are highly styled With the thousands twelve times twelve of undefiled. Gaze and be not afraid Young Lover true and love-foreboding Maid. The full noon of deific vision brierht DELICIiE SAriENTIiE DE AMORH. 117 Abashes nor abates No spark minute of Naturc^s keen delight. ^Tis there your Hymen waits ! There where in courts afar all unconfused they erowd, As fumes the starlight soft In gulfs of cloud. And each to the other, well-content. Sighs oft, " 'Twas this we meant \" Gaze without blame Ye in whom living Love yet blushes for dead shame. There of pure Virgins none Is fairer seen. Save One, Than Mary Magdalene. Gaze Mithout doubt or fear Ye to whom generous Love, by any name, is dear. Love makes the life to be 118 DELICI^ SAPIENTI^ DE AMORE. A fount perpetual of virginity ; For, lo, the Elect Of generous Love, how named soe'er, affect Nothing but God, Or mediate or direct. Nothing but God, The Husband of the Heavens : And who Him love, in potence great or small. Are, one and all. Heirs of the Palace glad And inly clad With the bridal robes of ardour virginal. 119 XXIX. DEAD LANGUAGE. "Thou dost not wisely, Bard, A double voice is Truth^s, to use at will : One, with the abysmal scorn of good for ill, Smiting the brutish ear with doctrine hard, AVhcroin She strives to look as near a lie As can comport with her divinity ; The other tender- soft as seem The embraces of a dead Love in a dream. 120 DEAD LANGUAGE. These thoughts, which you have sung In the vernacular, Should be, as others of the Church's are, Decently cloak'd in the Imperial Tongue. Have you no fears Lest, as Lord Jesus bids your sort to dread. You acorn-munchers rend you limb from limb, You, with Heaven's liberty aflFronting theirs!" So spoke my monitor ; but I to him, " Alas, and is not mine a language dead ?" 121 XXX. 1867. In the year of the great crime, When the false English Nobles and their Jew, By God demented, slew The Trust they stood twice pledged to keep from wroDg, One said, Take up thy Song, That breathes the mild and almost mythic time Of England's prime ! But I, Ah, me. 122 1867. The freedom of the few That, in our free Land, were indeed the free, Can song renew ? Ill singing 'tis with blotting prison-bars, How high soever, betwixt us and the stars ; III singing 'tis when there are none to hear ; And days are near When England shall forget The fading glow which, for a little while, Illumes her yet, The lovely smile That grows so faint and wan, Her people shouting in her dying ear. Are not daws twain worth two of any swan ! Ye outlaw 'd Best, who yet are bright With the sunken light. Whose common style Is Virtue at her gracious case. 18G7. 123 The flower of olden sanctities, Ye haply trust, by lovers benignant guile, To lure the dark and selfish brood To their own hated good ; Ye haply dream Your lives shall still tlieir charmful sway sustain, Unstifled by the fever^l steam That rises from the plain. Know, "'twas the force of function high, In corporate exercise, and public awe Of Nature's, Heaven's, and England^s Law That Best, though mixM with Bad, should reign. Which kept you in your sky ! But, when the sordid Trader caught The loose-held sceptre from your hands distraught. And soon, to the Mechanic vain. Sold the proud toy for nought, Your charm was broke, your task was sped. 124 1S67. Your beautV; with your honour, dead, And though you still are dreaming sweet Of being even now not less Than Gods and Goddesses, ye shall not long so cheat Your hearts of their due heaviness. Go, get you for your evil watching shriven ! Leave to your lawful Master's itching hands Your unkinged lands, But keep, at least, the dignity Of deigning not, for his smooth use, to he. Voteless, the voted delegates Of his strange interests, loves and hates. In sackcloth, or in private strife With private ill, ye may please Heaver, And soothe the coming pangs of sinking life ; And prayer perchance may win A term to God's indignant mood And the orgies of the multitude, 18f)7. 125 Which now begin ; But do not hope to wave the silken rag Of your unsanction^ flag, And so to guide The great ship, helmless on the swelling tide Of that presumptuous Sea, Unlit by sun or moon, yet inly bright With lights innumerable that give no light. Flames of corrupted will and scorn of right Rejoicing to be free. And now, because the dark comes on apace When none can work for fear, And Liberty in every Land lies slain. And the two Tyrannies unchallenged reign, And heavy prophecies, suspended long At supplication of the righteous few And so discredited, to fulfilment throng Restrain 'd no more by faithful prayer or tear. 126 1867. And the dread baptism of blood seems near That brings to tiie humbled Earth the Time of Grace, Hush\l be all song, And let Christ's own look through The darkness, suddenly increased, To the grey secret lingering in the East. 127 XXXI. VESICA PISCIS. In strenuous hope I wrought. And hope seem'd still betrayed ; Lastly I said, " I have labour'd through the Night, nor yet '' Have taken aught ; " But at Thy word I will again cast forth the net !^* And, lo, I caught (Oh, quite unlike and quite beyond my thought,) I 3 I 128 VESICA PISCIS. Not the quick, shining harvest of the Sea, For food, my wish. But Thee Then, hiding even in me. As hid Avas Simon's coin within the fish, Thou sighM'st, with joy, " Be dumb, " Or speak but of forgotten things to far-off times to come/^ 1-29 XXXII. SING US ONE OF THE SONGS OF SION. How siug the Lord's Song in so strange a Laud ? A torrid waste of water-mocking sand ; Oases of wild grapes ; A dullj malodorous fog O'er a once Sacred River's wandering strand. Its ancient tillage all gone back to bog ; A busy synod of blest cats, and apes Exposing the poor trick of earth and star With worshipp'd snouts oracular ; 130 SING US ONE OF THE SONGS OF SION. Prophets to whose blind stare The heaveus the glory of God do uot declare, SkilVd in such question nice As why one conjures toads who fails with lice, And hatching snakes from sticks in such a swarm As quite to surfeit Aaron's bigger worm ; A nation which has got A lie in her right hand^ And knows it not ; With Pharaohs to her mind, each drifting as a log Which way the foul stream flows. More hardened the more plagued with fly and frog ! How should sad Exile sing in such a Land ? How should ye understand ? What could he win but jeers, Or howls, such as sweet music draws from dog, Who told of marriage-feasting to the man That nothing knows of food but bread of bran V SING US ONE OF THE SOXGS OF SIOX. 131 Besides, if aught such ears Might e'er uiiclog, There lives but one, ( Hear not this praise, meek walls of Edgbastou !) With tones for Sion meet. Behoveful, zealous, beautiful, elect, JNIild, firm, judicious, loving, bold, discreet, Without superfluousuess, without defect, Few are his words, and find but scant respect. Nay, scorn from some, for God's good cause agog. Silence in such a Land is oftenest such men's speech. O, that I might his holy secret reach ; O, might I catch his mantle when he goes; O, that I were so gentle and so sweet, So I might deal fair Sion's foolish foes Such blows ! 132 XXXIII. EROS AND PSYCHE. " Love, I heard tell of thee so oft ! Yea, thrice ray face and bosom flushM with heat Of sudden wings. Through delicatest ether feathering soft Their solitary beat. Long did I muse what service or what charms Might lure thee, blissful Bird, into mine arms ; And nets I made, EROS AND PSYCHE. 133 But not of the fit strings. At last, of endless failure much afraid. To-night I would do nothing but lie still. And promise, wert thou once within my window-sill, Thine unknown will. In nets^ default. Finch-like meseemM thou might'st be ta*en with salt ; And here — and how thou mad'st me start ! — Thou art.'' " O Mortal, by Immortals' cunning led. Who shew'd thee how for Gods to bait thy bed ? Ah, Psyche, guessed you nought I craved but to be caught ? Wanton, it was not you, But I that did so passionately sue ; And for your beauty, not unscathM, I fought With Hades, ere I ownM in you a thought \" " O, heavenly Lover true, K 2 134 EROS AND PSYCHE. Is this your mouth upon my forehead pressM ? Are these your arras about my bosom link'd ? Are these your hands that tremble near my heart, Where join two hearts^ for juncture more distinct? By thee and by my maiden zone caress\l, What dim, waste tracts of life shine sudden, like moonbeams On windless ocean, shaken by sweet dreams ! Ah, stir not to depart ! Kiss me again, your Wife and Virgin too ! O Love, that, like a rose, Deckest my breast with beautiful repose. Kiss me again, and clasp me round the heart. Till fill'd with thee am I As the cocoon is with the butterfly ! — Yet how 'scape quite Nor pluck pure pleasure with profane delight ? How know I that my Love is what he seems ! Give me a sign EROS AND PSYCHE. 135 That, in the pitchy night, Comes to ray pillow au immortal Spouse, And not a ftend, hiding with happy boughs Of palm and asphodel The pits of hell V* " 'Tis this : I make the childless to keep joyful house. Below thy bosom, mortal Mistress mine. Immortal by my kiss, Leaps what sweet pain ? A fiend, my Psyche, comes with barren bliss, A God^s embraces never are in vaiu.^' " I own A life not mine within my golden zone. Yea, how 'Tis easier grown Thine arduous rule to don Than for a Bride to put her bride-dress on ! 130 EROS AND PSYCHE. Nay, rather, now 'Tis no more service to be borne serene, Whither thou wilt, thy stormful wings between. But, Oh, Can I endure This flame, yet live for what thou lov'st me, pure ?" " Himself the God let blame If all about him bursts to quenchless flame ! My Darling, know Thy spotless fairness is not matched in snow. But in the integrity of fire. Whate'er thou art, Sweet, I require. A sorry God were he That fewer claimM than all Love's mighty kingdoms three !" " Much marvel I That thou, the greatest of the Powers above. Me visitest with such exceeding love. EROS AND PSYCHE. 137 What thing is this ? A God to make me, nothing, needful to his bliss, And humbly wait my favour for a kiss ! Yea, all thy legions of liege deity To look into this mystery desire/' " Content thee. Dear, with them, this marvel to admire. And lay thy foolish little head to rest On my familiar breast. Should a high King, leaving his arduous throne. Sue from her hedge a little Gipsy Maid, For far-off royal ancestry bewrayM By some wild beauties, to herself unknown ; Some voidness of herself in her strange ways Which to his bounteous fulness promised dainty praise; Some power, by all but him unguessM, Of growing king-like were she king-caressM ; And should he bid his dames of loftiest grade Put off her rags and make her lowlihead 13S EROS AND PSYCHE. Pure for the soft midst of his perfumecJ becl^ So to forget, kinrl-couch'd with her alone. His empire, in her winsome joyance free ; What would he do, if SQch a fool were she As at his grandeur there to gape and qnake. Mindless of love*s supreme equality. And of his heart, so simple for her sake That all he ask'd, for making her all-blest. Was that her nothingness alway Should yield such easy fee as frank to play Or sleep delighted in her Monarch's breast. Feeling her nothingness her giddiest boast. As being the charm for which he loved her most ? What if this reed. Through which the King thought love-tunes to have blown. Should shriek, ' Indeed, ' I am too base to trill so blest a tone !^ Would not the Kiny; allege ^ EROS AND rSYCIIE. 130 Defaulted consummation of the marriage-pledge. And hie the Gipsy to her native hedge V " O, too mueh joy ; O, touch of airy fire ; O, turmoil of content ; O, unperturb'd desire. From founts of spirit impelFd through brain and blood ! I'll not call ill what, since ^tis thine, is good, Nor best what is but second best or third ; Still my heart fails, And, unaccustomed and astonished, quails. And blames me, though I think I have not errM. 'Tis hard for fly, in such a honied flood. To use his eyes, far less his wings or feet. Bitter be thy behests ! Lie like a bunch of myrrh between my aching breasts. Some greatly pangful penance would I brave. Sharpness me save From being slain by sweet !" " In thy deird bosom^s double peace 140 EROS AND PSYCHE. Let all care cease ! Custom^s joy-killing breath Shall bid thee sue full soon for custom-killing death. So clasp thy childish arms again around my heart : 'Tis but in such captivity The unbounded Heav^is know what they be ! And lie thou there, Till the dawn, threat'ning to declare My beauty, which thou canst not bear, Bid me depart. Suffer thy soul's delight, Lest that which is to come wither thee quite : For these are only thine espousals ; yes, More intimate and fruitfuller far Than aptest mortal nuptials are ; But nuptials wait thee such as now thou darest not guess." " In all I thee obey ! And thus I know That all is well : EROS AND PSYCHE. 141 Should'st thou me tell Out of thy warm caress to go And roll my body in the biting snow. My very body^s joy were but increased ; More pleasant 'tis to please thee than be pleased. Thy love has conquer'd rae ; do with me as thou wilt, And use me as a chattel that is thine ! Kiss, tread me under foot, cherish or beat, Sheathe in my heart sharp pain up to the hilt. Invent what else were most perversely sweet ; Nay, let the Fiend drag me througli dens of guilt ; Let Earth, Heav'n, Hell 'Gainst my content combine ; What could make nought the touch that made thee mine ! Ah, say not yet, farewell V "Nay, that's the Blackbird's note, the sweet Night's knell. Behold, Belov'd, the penance thou would'st brave !" 142 EROS AND PSYCHE. " Cursed, when it comes, the bitter thing we crave ! Thou leav'st me now, like to the moon at dawn, A little, vacuous world alone in air. I will not care ! When dark comes back my dark shall be withdrawn ! Go free ; For ^tis with me As when the cup the Child scoops in the sand Fills, and is part and parcel of the Sea. I'll say it to myself and understand. Farewell ! Go as thou wilt and come ! Lover divine. Thou still art jealously and wholly mine; And this thy kiss A separate secret by none other scann'd ; Though well I wis The whole of life is womanhood to thee, Momently wedded with enormous bliss. EROS AND rSYCIIK. 143 Rainbow^ that hast my heaven sudden spanned, I am the apple of tliy glorious gaze, Eaeh else life centering to a different blaze ; And, nothing though I be But now a no more void capacity for thee, ■'Tis all to know there's not in air or land Another for thy Darling quite like me ! ]\Iine arms no more thy restless plumes compel ! Farewell ! "Whilst thou art gone, I'll search the weary meads To deck my bed with lilies of fair deeds ! And, if thou choose to come this eventide, A touch, my Love, will set my casement wide. Farewell, farewell ! Be my dull days Music, at least, with thy remember'd praise \" " Bitter, sweet, few and veil'd let be Thy songs of me. 144 EROS AND FSYCHE. Preserving bitter, very sweet, Few, that so all may be discreet, And veird, that, seeing, none may see.'' 145 XXXIV. THE CRY AT MIDNIGHT. The Midge's wing beats to and fro A thousand times ere one can utter " O !" And Sirius' ball Does on his business run As many times immenser than the Sun. Why should things not be great as well as small. Or move like light as well as move at all ? St. Michael fills his place, I mine, and, if you please. 14G THE CRY AT MIDNIGHT. We will respect each other's provinces, I marv^llino^ not at him, nor he at me. Butj if thou must go gaping, let it be That One who could make Michael should make thee. O, foolish Man, meting things low and high By self, that accidental quantity ! With this conceit, Philosophy stalks frail As peacock staggering underneath his tail. Who judge of Plays from their own penny gaff, At (jiod's great theatre will hiss and laugh; For what's a Saint to them Brought up in modern virtues brummagem ? With garments grimed and lamps gone all to snuflF, And counting others for like Virgins queer. To list those others cry, '' Our Bridegroom's near !" Meaning their God, is surely quite enough To make them rend their clothes and bawl out " Blasphemy !" 147 XXXV. DE NATURA DEORUM. " Good-morrow^ Psyche ! What's thine errand now ? What awful pleasure do thine eyes bespeak, What shame is in thy baby cheek, What terror on thy brow ? Is this my Psyche, once so pale and meek ? Thy body's sudden beauty my sight old Stings, like an agile bead of boiling gold. And all thy life looks troubled like a tree's L 148 DE NATURA DEORUM. Whose bouglis wave many ways in one great breeze.** " O Pythoness, to strangest story hark : A dreadful God was with me in the dark — " " How many a Maid — Has never told me that ! And thou'rt afraid — ** " He'll come no more, Or come but twice, Or thrice. Or only thrice teu thousand times thrice o*er \" " For want of wishing thou mean'st not to miss. We know the Lover, Psyche, by the kiss V " If speech of honey could impart the sweet. The world were all in tears and at his feet ! But not to tell of that in tears come I, but this : I'm foolish, weak, and small. And fear to fall. If long he stay away, O, frightful dream, wise Mother, What keeps me but that I, gone crazy, kiss some other \" DE NATURA DEORUM. 149 *' The fault were his ! But, know, Sweet little Daughter sad. He did but feign to go, And never more Shall cross thy window-sill. Or pass beyond thy door. Save by thy will. He's present now in some dim place apart Of the ivory house wherewith thou raad'st him glad. Nay, this I whisper thee. Since none is near, Or, if one were, since only thou could'st hear, That happy thing which makes thee flush and start, Like infant lips in contact with thy heart. Is He V " Yea, this I know, but never can believe ! O, hateful light ! when shall mine own eyes mark My beauty, which this victory did achieve ?" L 2 150 DE NATURA DEORUM. " When thou, like Gods and owls, canst see by dark." " In vain I cleanse me from all blurring error — '' " ^Tis the last rub that polishes the mirror/^ " It takes fresh blurr each breath which I respire." " Poor Child, don^t cry so ! Hold it to the fire.^' " Ah, nought these dints can e^er do out again V " Love is not love which does not sweeter live For having something dreadful to forgive." " Sadness and change and pain Shall me for ever stain ; For, though my blissful fate Be for a billion years. How shall I stop my tears That life was once so low and Love arrived so late I" " Sadness is beauty's savour, and pain is The exceedingly keen edge of bliss, Nor, without swift mutation, would the heav'ns be aught/^ " How to behave with him I'd fain be taught. DE NATCTRA DEORUM. 151 A Maid, meseeras, within a God's embrace, Should bear her like a Goddess, or, at least, a Grace." " When Gods, to Man or Maid below. As men or birds appear, A kind 'tis of incognito. And that, not them, is what they choose we should revere." " Advise me what oblation vast to bring, Some least part of my worship to confess I" " A woman is a little thing, And in things little lies her comeliness." '* Must he not soon with mortal tire to toy ?" "The bashful meeting of strange Depth and Height Breeds the forever new-born babe, Delight ; And, as thy God is more than mortal boy, So bashful more the meeting, and so more the joy." " He loves me dearly, but he shakes a whip Of deathless scorpions at my slightest slip. Mother, last night he call'd me 'Gipsy,' so 152 DE NATURA DEORUM. Eoiighly it smote me like a blow ? Yet, oh, I love him, as none surely e'er could love Our People^s pompous but good-natured Jove. He used to send me stately overture ; But marriage-bonds, till now, I never could endure \" " How should great Jove himself do else than miss To win the woman he forgets to kiss ; Or, won, to keep his favour in her eyes. If he's too soft or sleepy to chastise \ By Eros, her twain claims are ne^er forgot ; Her wedlock's marr'd when cither's miss'd : Or when she's kiss'd, but beaten not. Or duly beaten, but not kiss'd. Ah, Child, the sweet Content, when we're both kiss'd and beat ! — But whence these wounds? What Demon thee enjoins To scourge thy shoulders white DE NATURA DEORUM. 153 And tender loins \" " ^Tis nothing, Mother. Happiness at play, And speech of tenderness no speech can say !" '' How learned thou art ! Twelve honeymoons profane had taught thy docile heart Less than thine Eros, in a summer night \" " Nay, do not jeer, but help my puzzled plight : Because he loves so marvellously me, And I with all he loves in love must be. How to except myself I do not see. Yea, now that other vanities are vain, Vm. vain, since him it likes, of being withal Weak, foolish, small V* " How can a Maid forget her ornaments ! The Powers, that hopeless doom the proud to die. Unasked smile pardon upon vanity. Nay, praise it, when themselves are praised thereby." " Ill-matchM I am for a God's blandishments ! 154 DE NATURA DEORUM. So greatj so wise — " " Gods, in the abstract, are, no doubt, most wise ; But, in the concrete, well, they^re mysteries ! He's not with thee. At all less wise nor more Than human Lover is with her he deigns to adore. He finds a fair capacity. And fills it with himself, and glad would die For that sole She/' " Know'st thou some potion me awake to keep. Lest, to the grief of that ne'er-slumbering Bliss, Disgraced I sleep. Wearied in soul by his bewildering kiss ?'* " The Immortals, Psyche, moulded men from sods That Maids from them might learn the ways of Gods. Think, would a wakeful Youth his hard fate weep, Lock'd to the tired breast of a Bride asleep ?" " Ah, me, I do not dream. DE NATURA DEORUM. 155 Yet all this does some heathen fable seem V " Overmuch thou mind'st the throne he leaves above ! Between unequals sweet is equal love/' '' Nay, Mother, iu his breast^ when darkness blinds, I cannot for my life but talk and laugh With the large impudence of little minds \" " Respectful to the Gods and meek, According to one's lights, I grant 'Twere well to be ; But, on my word, Child, any one, to hear you speak, Would take you for a Protestant, (Such fish I do foresee When the charm'd fume comes strong on me,) Or powder'd lackey, by some great man's board, A deal more solemn than his Lord ! Know'st thou not, Girl, thine Eros loves to laugh? And shall a God do anything by half? 156 DE NATURA DEORUM. He foreknew and predestinated all The Great must pay for kissing things so small, And ever loves his little Maid the more The more she makes him laugh/' '' O, Mother, are you sure?" " Gaze steady where yon starless deep the gaze revolts. And say, Seest thou a Titan forging thunderbolts. Or three fair butterflies at lovesome play ? And this FU add, for succour of thy soul : Lines parallel meet sooner than some think ; The least part oft is greater than the whole ; And, when you're thirsty, that's the time to drink." " Thy sacred words I ponder and revere, And thank thee heartily that some are clear." " Clear speech to men is mostly speech in vain. Their wit is by themselves so justly scann'd, They still despise the things they understand ; DE NATURA DEORUM. 157 But, to a pretty Maid like thee, I don^t mind speaking plain /^ '^ Then one boon more to her whom strange Fate mocks With a wife's duty but no wife's sweet right : Could I at will but summon my Delight — " '' Thou of thy Jewel art the dainty box ; Thine is the charm which, any time, unlocks ; And this, it seems, thou hitt'st upon last night. Now go. Child ! For thy sake I've talk'd till this stiff tripod makes my old limbs ache." 158 XXXVI. WINTER. 1, SINGULARLY moved To love the lovely that are not beloved. Of all the Seasons, most Love Winter, and to trace The sense of the Trophonian pallor on her face. It is not death, but plenitude of peace ; And the dim cloud that does the world enfold Hath less the characters of dark and cold WINTER. 159 Than warmth and light asleep ; And correspondent breathing seems to keep With the infant harvest, breathing soft below Its eider coverlet of snow. Nor is in field or garden anything But, duly lookM into, contains serene The substance of things hoped for, in the Spring, And evidence of Summer not yet seen. On every chance-mild day That visits the moist shaw. The honeysuckle, ^sdaining to be crost In urgeuce of sweet life by sleet or frost, ^Voids the timers law With stiU increase Of leaflet new, and little, wandering spray ; Often, in sheltering brakes. As one from rest disturbed in the first hour. Primrose or violet bewildered wakes. 160 WINTER. And deems ^tis time to flower ; Though not a whisper of her voice he hear. The buried bulb does know The signals of the year. And hails far Summer with his lifted spear ; The gorse-field dark, by sudden, gold caprice. Turns, here and there, into a Jason's fleece ; Lilies that, soon in Autumn, slipped their gowns of green And vanished into earth. And came again, ere Autumn died, to birth. Stand full-arrayM amidst the wavering shower. And perfect for the Summer, less the flower ; In nook of pale or crevice of crude bark, Thou canst not miss, If close thou spy, to mark The ghostly chrysalis. That, if thou touch it, stirs in its dream dark ; And the flushed Robin, in the evenings hoar, WINTLR. 161 Does of Love's Day, as if he saw it, sing ; But sweeter yet than dream or song of Summer or Spring Are Winter's sometime smiles, that seem to well From infancy ineffable ; Her wandering, languorous gaze. So unfamiliar, so without amaze. On the elemental, chill adversity, The uncomprehended rudeness ; and her sigh And solemn, gathering tear, And look of exile from some great repose, the sphere Of ether, moved by ether only, or By something still more tranquil. — 162 XXXVII. PSYCHE^S DISCONTENT. '' Not yet, not yet ! ^Tis still high day, and half my toiFs to do. How can I toil, if thus thou dost renew Toil's guerdon, which the daytime should forget ? The long, long night, when none can work for fear. Sweet fear incessantly consummated, My most divinely Dear, My Joy, my Dread, PSYCHE'S DISCONTENT. 163 Will soon be here ! Not, EroSj yet ! I ask^ for Day, the use which is the Wife's : To bear, apart from thy delight and thee, The fardel coarse of customary lifers Exceeding injucundity. Leave me awhile, that I may shew thee clear How Goddess-like thy love has lifted me ; How, seeming lone upon the gaunt, lone shore, I'll trust thee near. When thou'rt, to knowledge of my heart, no more Than a dream's heed Of lost joy track'd in scent of the sea-weed ! Leave me to pluck the incomparable flower Of frailty lion-like fighting in thy name and power : To make thee laugh, in thy safe heaven, to see With what grip fell 111 cling to hope when life draws hard to hell, M 104 PSYCHE'S DISCONTENT. Yca^ cleave to thee when me thou seem^st to slay, Haply, at close of some most cruel day, To find myself in thy reveaFd arms claspM, Just when I say. My feet have slipp'd at last ! But, lo, while thus I store toil's slow increase. To be my dower, in patience and in peace. Thou com'st, like bolt from blue, invisibly. With premonition none nor any sign. And, at a gasp, no choice nor fault of mine, Possess'd I am with thee Ev'n as a sponge is by a surge of the sea !" " Thus irresistibly by Love embraced Is she who boasts her more than mortal chaste V " Count'st thou me worthy, then, by day and night. But of this fond indignity, delight 1^' " Little, bold Feminility, That darest blame Heaven, what would'st thou have or be ? PSYCHE'S DISCONTENT. 165 " Shall I, the gnat which dances in thy ray, Dare to be reverent ? Therefore dare I say, I cannot guess the good that I desire, But this I know, I spurn the gifts which Hell Can mock till which is which 'tis hard to tell. I love thee, God ; yea, and 'twas such assault As this which made me thine ; if that be fault ; But I, thy Mistress, merit should thine ire If aught so little, transitory and low As this which made me thine Should hold me so." "Little to thee, my Psyche, is this, but much to me !" « Ah, if, my God, that be !" " Yea, Palate fine. That claim'st for thy proud cup the pearl of price. And scorn'st the wine, Accept the sweet, and say 'tis sacrifice ! Sleep, Centre to the tempest of my love, M 2 166 psyche's discontent. And dream thereof, And keep the smile which sleeps within thy face Like sunny eve in some forgotten place '/' " Enough, enough, ambrosial plumed Boy ! My bosom is aweary of thy breath. Thou kissest joy To death. Have pity of my clay-conceived birth And maiden^s simple mood. Which longs for ether and infinitude, As thou, being God, crav^st littleness and earth ! Thou art immortal, thou canst ever toy. Nor savour less The sweets of thine eternal childishness. And hold thy godhead bright in far employ. Me, to quite other custom life-inured, Ah, loose from thy caress. ■'Tis not to be endured ! PSYCHE'S DISCONTENT. 1()7 Uudo thine arms and let luc see the sky, By this infatuating flame obscured. O, I should feel thee nearer to my heart If thou and 1 Shone eaeh to each respondently apart. Like stars which one the other trembling spy, Distinct and lucid in extremes of air. O, hear me pray " " Be prudent in thy prayer ! A God is bond to her who is wholly his, And may not her beseeched harm deny/' " Nay, hear me not amiss. I could not mean that thou should'st ne'er me kiss ; But, since thou count'st me all too mean to share The sorrows of a God, which are, as well As his felicities, inefi'able. Ah, let these accidents of love go by, These eddies of thy bliss ; 168 PSYCHE'S DISCONTENT. Let them rush by^ And leave i* the flood some turfy islet calm, Where we two, all the day, May sing without annoy Under the fragrant bay Or fanning palm ; Or nurse the sigh-reciprocated joy Of iucommunicable moods With lonesome odours of the lonelv woods ; Or watch, in star-sweet dark, the boreal chase, The electric, swift desire. Making glad conquest of obstructing space In streams of bashful light and free, ethereal fire. With ^twixt us peace, like peace of Babe and Mother, One lunocency feeding from itself the other." 169 XXXYIII. ARBOR VITiE. With honeysuckle, over-sweet, festoon^ ; With bitter ivy bound ; Terraced with funguses unsound ; Deform'd with many a boss And closed scar, o'ercushionM deep with moss ; BunchM all about with pagan mistletoe ; And thick with nests of the hoarse bird That talks, but understands not his own word ; 170 ARBOR VIT^. Stands, and so stood a thousand years ago, A single tree. Thunder has done its worst among its twigs. Where the great crest yet blackens, never pruned, But in its heart, alway Ready to push new verdurous boughs, whenever The rotting saplings near it fall and leave it air. Is all antiquity and no decay. Rich, though rejected by the forest-pigs. Its fruit, beneath whose rough, concealing rind They that will break it find Heart-succouring savour of each several meat. And kerneird drink of brain-renewing power, "With bitter condiment and sour. And sweet economy of sweet. And odours that remind Of haunts of childhood and a different day. Beside this tree. ARBOR VIT^. 171 Praising no Gods nor blaming, sans a wish. Sits, Tartar-like, the Time's civility. And eats its dead-dog off a golden dish. 172 XXXIX. SPONSA DEI. What is this Maiden fair The laughing of whose eye Is in man's heart renewed virginity ; Who yet sick longing breeds For marriage which exceeds The inventive guess of Love to satisfy With hope of utter binding, and of loosing endless dear despair ? SPONSA DEI. 173 What gleams about her shine. More trausieut than delight and more divine ! If she does something but a little sweet. As gaze towards the glass to set her hair. See how his soul falls humbled at her feet ! Her gentle step, to go or come. Gains her more merit than a martyrdom ; And, if she dance, it doth such grace confer As opes the heaven of heavens to more than her. And makes a rival of her worshipper. To die unknown for her were little cost ! So is she without guile. Her mere refused smile Makes up the sum of that which may be lost ! Who is this Fair Whom each hath seen. The darkest once in this bewailed dell. Be he not destined for the glooms of hell? 174 SPONSA DEL Whom each hath seen And knownj with sharp remorse and sweet, as Queen And tear-glad Mistress of his hopes of bliss, Too fair for man to kiss ? Who is this only happy She, Whom, by a frantic flight of courtesy. Born of despair Of better lodging for his Spirit fair, He adores as Margaret, Maude, or Cecily ? And what this sigh. That each one heaves for earth's last lowlihead And the Heaven high Ineffably locked in dateless bridal-bed ? Are all, then, mad, or is it prophecy ? '' Sons now we are of God,'' as we have heard, " But what we shall be hath not yet appear'd." O, Heart, remember thee That Man is none. SPONSA DEI. 175 Save One. What if this Lady be thyself, aud He Who claims to enjoy her sacred beauty be. Not thou, but God ; and thy sick fire A female vanity, Such as a Bride, viewing her mirror'd charms. Feels when she sighs, " All these are for his arms !" A reflex heat FlasVd on thy cheek from His immense desire, Which waits to crown, beyond thy braiu^s conceit. Thy nameless, secret, hopeless longing sweet. Not by-and-bye, but now, Unless deny Him thou ! 176 XL. TO THE BODY. Cueation's and Creator's crowning good ; Wall of infinitude ; Foundation of the sky, In Heaven forecast And long'd for from eternity, Though laid the last ; Reverberating dome, Of music cunningly built home TO THE BODY. 177 Against the void and indolent disgrace Of unresponsive space ; Little, sequestcr'd pleasure-house For God and for his Spouse ; Elaborately^ yea, past conceiving, fair. Since, from the graced decorum of the hair, Ev'n to the tingling, sweet Soles of the simple, earth-confiding feet. And from the inmost heart Outwards unto the thin Silk curtains of the skin, Every least part Astonish'd hears And sweet replies to some like region of the spheres ; Formed for a dignity prophets but darkly name. Lest shameless men cry '' Shame \" So lich with wealth conceaFd That Heaven and Hell fight chiefly for this field ; 178 TO THE BODY. Clinging to everytliing that pleases thee With indefectible fidelity ; Alas, so true To all thy friendships that no grace Thee from thy sin can wholly disembrace ; Which thus 'bides with thee as the Jebusite, That, maugre all God's promises could do, The chosen People never conquered quite ; Who therefore lived with them, And that by formal truce and as of right. In metropolitan Jerusalem. For which false fealty Thou needs must, for a season, lie In the grave's arms, foul and unshriven, Albeit, in Heaven, Thy crimson-throbbing Glow Into its old abode aye pants to go, And does with envy see TO THE BODY. 179 Enochs Elijah, and the Lady, she Who left the lilies in her body's lieu. O, if the pleasures I have known in thee But my poor faith's poor first-fruits be, "What quintessential, keen, ethereal bliss Then shall be his Who has thy birth-time's consecrating dew For death's sweet chrism retain' d, Quick^ tender, virginal, and unprofaned ! N ;80 XLI. AURAS OF DELIGHT. Beautiful habitations, auras of delight ! Who shall bewail the crags and bitter foam And angry sword-blades flashing left and right Which guard your glittering height. That none thereby may come ! The vision which we have Revere we so, That yet we crave AURAS OF DELIGHT. 181 To foot those fields of ne'er-profaned snow '' I, witli heart-quake, Dreaming or thinking of that realm of Love, See, oft, a dove Tangled in frightful nuptials with a snake. The tortured knot, Now, like a kite scant-weighted, flung bewitched Sunwards, now pitch' d. Tail over head, down, but with no taste got Eternally Of rest in either ruin or the sky, But bird and vermin each incessant strives. With vain dilaceration of both lives, 'Gainst its abhorred bond insoluble, Coveting fiercer any separate hell Than the most weary Soul in Purgatory On God's sweet breast to lie. And, in this sign, I con N 2 182 AURAS OF DELIGHT. The guerdon of that golden Cup, fulfilFd With fornications foul of Babylon, The heart where good is well-perceived and known. Yet is not wilFd ; And Him I thank, who can make live again The dust, but not the joy we once profane. That I, of ye, Beautiful habitations, auras of delight. In childish years, and since had sometime sense and sight, But that ye vanished quite. Even from memory. Ere I could get my breath, and whisper " See \" But did for me They altogether die, Those trackless glories glimps'd in upper sky ? Were they of chance, or vain, Nor good at all again For curb of heart or fret ? AURAS OF DELIGHT. 183 Nay, though, by grace, Lest, haply, I refuse God to his face. Their likeness wholly I forget. Ah, yet. Often in straits which else for roe were ill, I mind me still I did respire the lonely auras sweet, Idid the blest abodes behold, and, at the mountains' feet, Bathed in the holy Stream by Hermon's thymy hill. 184 XLII. THE AZALEA. There, where tlie sun shines first Against our room. She train'd the gold Azalea, whose perfume She, Spring-like, from her breathing grace dispersed. Last night the delicate crests of saffron bloom. For that their dainty likeness watch'd and nurst, Were just at point to burst. At dawn I dreamed, O God, that she was dead, THE AZALEA. 185 And groaned aloud upon my wretched bed. And waked, ah, God, and did not waken her. But lay, with eyes still closed. Perfectly bless'd in the delicious sphere By which I knew so well that she was near. My heart to speechless thankfulness composed. Till 'gan to stir A dizzy somewhat in my troubled head — It was the azalea's breath, and she was dead ! The warm night had the lingering buds disclosed ; And I had falFn asleep with to my breast A chance-found letter press'd In which she said, " So, till to-morrow eve, my Own, adieu ! " Parting's well-paid with soon again to meet, " Soon in your arms to feel so small and sweet, " Sweet to myself that am so sweet to you V 186 XLIII. SAINT VALENTINE^S DAY. Well dost thou. Love, thy solemn Feast to hold In vestal February, Not rather choosing out some rosy day From the rich coronet of the coming May, When all things meet to marry ! O, quick, prsevernal Power That signalFst punctual through the sleepy mould The Snowdrop's time to flower SAINT VALENTINE'S DAY. 187 Fair as the rash oath of virginity Which is first-love's first cry ; O, Baby Spring, That flutter'st sudden ^neath the breast of Earth A month before the birth ; Whence is the peaceful poignancy, The joy contrite. Sadder than sorrow, sweeter than delight, That burthens now the breath of everything. Though each one sighs as if to each alone The cherished pang were known ? At dusk of dawn, on his dark spray apart. With it the Blackbird breaks the young Day^s heart ; In evening's hush About it talks the heavenly-minded Thrush ; The hill with like remorse Smiles to the Sun's smile in his westering course ; The fisher's drooping skiff 188 SAINT VALENTINE'S DAY. In yonder sheltering bay ; The choughs that call about the shining cliff; The children, noisy in the setting ray, Own the sweet season, each thing as it may ; Thoughts of strange kindness and forgotten peace In me increase ; And tears arise Within my happy, happy Mistress' eyes. And, lo, her lips, averted from my kiss, Ask from Love's bounty much, much more than bliss. Is't the sequester'd and exceeding sweet Of dear Desire electing his defeat ? Is't the waked Earth now to yon purpling cope Uttering first-love's first cry. Vainly renouncing, with a Seraph's sigh, Love's natural hope ? Fair-meaning Earth, foredoom'd to perjury ! Behold, all-amorous May, SAINT VALENTINE'S DAY. 189 With roses heaped upon her laughing brows. Avoids thee of thy vows ! Were it for thee, with her warm bosom near, To abide the sharpness of the Seraph's sphere ? Forget thy foolish words ; Go to her summons gay. Thy heart with dead, wing'd Innocencies fillM, Ev'n as a nest with birds After the old ones by the hawk are killM. Well dost thou, Love, to celebrate The noon of thy soft ecstasy Or e^er it be too late. Or e'er the Snowdrop die ! 190 XLIV. ALEXANDER AND LYCON. '* What, no crown won, These two whole years, By man of fortitude beyond his peers, In Thrace or Macedon ?'' " No, none. But what deep trouble does my Lycon feel. And hide ^neath chat about the commonweal V " Glaucd but now the third time did again ALEXANDER AND LYCON, 191 The thing which I forbade. I had to box her ears. ■'Twas ill to see her both blue eyes Settled in tears Despairing on the skies. And the poor lip all pucker'd into pain ; Yet, for her sake, from kisses to refrain \" " Ho, Timocles, take down That crown. No, not that common one for blood with extreme valour spilt. But yonder, with the berries gilt. 'Tis, Lycon, thy just meed. To inflict unmoved And firm to bear the woes of the Beloved Is fortitude indeed.^' 192 XLV. THE MERRY MURDER. Stand by, Ye Wise^ by whom Heaven rules ! Your kingly bands suit not the hangman's tools. When God has doom'd a glorious Past to die. Are there no knaves and fools ? Content ye for a space to count for nought. Smoke of the strife of other Powers Than ours And tongues inscrutable with fury fraught 'Wilder the sky. THE MERRY MURDER. 193 Till the new thing we know not how to ask be wrought. Stand by ! Since tears are vain, here let us look and laugh. But not too loudly; for the brave timers come, The establish'd sanctity of slop and slum, When Best may not blaspheme the Bigger Half, And freedom for our sort means freedom to be dumb. Lo, how the dross and draff Grin up at us, and shout, " The Morning^s ours, the Night is theirs !" And urge their rout Where the wild dawn of rising Tartarus flares. Yon strives a Leader, lusting to be seen. His leprosy's so perfect that men call him clean ! Listen the long, sincere, and liberal bray Of the earnest Puller at another's hay 'Gainst aught that dares to tug the other way. Quite void of fears 194 THE MERRY MURDER. With all that noise of ruin round his ears ! There goes another of a different feather ; Hut, where two rogues are, two still run together ; And the fresh Dame^ whose pleasures they purvey, Though shock'd by Turk, likes reasonable range, Chadband her choice, with Chiffinch for a change I Yonder a prophet casts his cap overhead, And swears the threatened doom is ne'er to dread That's come, though not yet past. All front the horror and are none aghast ; Brag of their full-blown rights and liberties. Nor once surmise When each man gets his due the Nation dies ; Nay, still shout " Progress !" as if seven plagues Should take the man who stopp'd to stretch his legs. At last, indeed, We, too, can bid the merry race " God speed \" How pleasant 'tis when brethren are agreed ! THE MERRY MURDER. 195 Hurrah ! bad corpses turn into good dung, To feed strange futures beautiful and young. Hurrah ! behold the progress of the waves That mount to Vhelra the freedom which enslaves. Progress be praised ! for, though the inspired swine Hai^e won the hill-crest, there's, beyond, the brine ! See, too, that other herd, which hurries the same way, Bewitched, tails forward, faintly squeaking, " Stay \" These, for the love of pence and places, slew And to the common gutter cast The corpse of Kingship, pleading, false, if they Not did this, others would this do ; Mark, others those, For planning this, their late-supplanted foes ! Now, when they thought to boast their betterM lot. Their plagues wax hot. See how they mildly court, 'mid bully and drab, The stupid Csesar they were sworn to stab ! o 195 THE MERRY MURDER. The Northern Bog, too, now is on the slide."^ With a flung sod they late might bid it bide. But not the whole world's force shall bid it back. Because the Land it once crawls o'er Is land no more ; And yet their arms hung marrowless and slack. An Owl, when they would lift them, cried, " Tu-whoo V They fled, as Murder flees when none pursue ; The doom that faced their fleeing scared them not. — I only meant to jeer ; But wrath breaks down and blows away the crust That caked mine eyes from scanning what is just, And I see clear, What better Bard hath seen And sung 'mid pious hoots from all the unclean, * This poem was written the year before the conclusion of Mr. Gladstone's Peace at Berlin. THE MERRY MURDER. 197 That Heaven's smile Sweetens to view the guerdon of the vile. Not without frightful joy I watch the fate that's near ; For love of Land, which never cools. Changes to love of vengeance, when the people change to fools. Now look no more ! Enough of scorn ! Better relief from vainest tears is born. Dear Land, that seem'd too sweetly wise. Too sternly fair for aught that dies. Past is thy proud and pleasant state. That recent date When, strong and single, in thy sovereign heart, The thrones of thinking, hearing, sight, The cunning hand, the knotted thew Of lesser powers that heave and hew. And each the smallest beneficial part. And merest pore of breathing, beat, o2 198 THE MERRY MURDER. Full and complete^ The great pulse of thy generous might, Equal in inequality, That soul of joy in low and high; When not a churl but felt the Giant^s heat. Albeit he simply calVd it his, Flush in his common labour with delight. And not a village-Maiden^s kiss But was for this More sweet. And not a sorrow but did lightlier sigh, And for its private self less greet. The whilst that other so majestic self stood by ! Integrity so vast could well afford To wear in working many a stain, To pillory the cobbler vain And license madness in a lord. On that were all men well agreed ; THE MERRY MURDER. 199 And, if they did a thing, Their strength was with them in their deed, And from amongst them came the shout of a kiug ! But, once let traitor coward meet. Not Heaven itself can keep its feet. Came knave who said to dastard, " Lo, " The Deluge V which but needed, " No !" For all the Atlantic's threatening roar. If men would bravely understand. Is softly check' d for evermore By a firm bar of sand. But, dastard listening knave, who said, " 'Twere juster were the Giant dead, " That so yon bawlers may not miss " To vote their own pot-belly'd bliss," All that is past ! We saw the slaying, and were not aghast. But ne'er a sun, on village Groom and Bride, 200 THE MERRY MURDER. Albeit they guess not how it is^ At Easter or at Whitsuntide, But shines less gay for this ! 201 XLVI. THE CHILD'S PURCHASE. A PROLOGUE. As a young Child, whose Mother, for a jest, To his own use a golden coin flings down, Devises blythe how he may spend it best, Or on a horse, a bride- cake, or a crown. Till, wearied with his quest, Nor liking altogether that nor this. He gives it back for nothing but a kiss, Endow'd so I "With golden speech, my choice of toys to buy. 202 THE CHILD'S PURCHASE. And scanning power and pleasure and renown. Till each in turn, with looking at, looks vain^ For her mouth^s bliss. To her who gave it give I it again. Ah, Lady elect. Whom the Timers scorn has saved from its respect. Would I had art For uttering this which sings within my heart ! But, lo. Thee to admire is all the art I know. My Mother and God's ; Fountain of miracle ! Give me thereby some praise of thee to tell In such a Song As may my Guide severe and glad not wrong Who never spake till thouMst on him conferr'd The right, convincing word ! Grant me the steady heat Of thought wise, splendid, sweet. THE CHILD'S PURCHASE. 203 Urged by the greats rejoicing wind that rings With draft of unseen wings, Making each phrase, for love and for delight, Twinkle like Sirius on a frosty night ! Aid thou thine own dear fame, thou only Fair, At whose petition meek The Heavens themselves decree that, as it were. They will be weak ! Thou Speaker of all wisdom in a Word, Thy Lord ! Speaker who thus could^st well afford Thence to be silent ; — ah, what silence that Which had for prologue thy '' Magnificat ?" — O, Silence full of wonders More than by Moses in the iMount were heard. More than were utter'd by the Seven Thunders ; Silence that crowns, unnoted, like the voiceless blue, The loud world^s varying view, 204 THE CHILD'S PURCHASE. And iu its holy heart the sense of all things ponders ! That acceptably I may speak of thee, Or a pro me ! Key-note and stop Of the thunder-going chorus of sky-Powers ; Essential drop DistilFd from worlds of sweetest-savourM flowers To anoint with nuptial praise The Head which for thy Beauty dofl^M its rays. And thee, in His exceeding glad descending, meant. And Man^s new days Made of His deed the adorning accident ! Vast Nothingness of Self, fair female twin Of Fulness, sucking all God's glory in ! (Ah, Mistress mine. To nothing 1 have added only sin. And yet would shine !) Ora pro me ! THE CHILD'S PURCHASE. 205 Life's cradle and death's tomb ! To lie within whose womb. There, with divine self-will infatuate. Love-captive to the thing He did create. Thy God did not abhor. No more Than Man, in Youth's high spousal-tide, Abhors at last to touch The strange lips of his long-procrastinating Bride; Nay, not the least imagined part as much ! Ora pro me ! My Lady, yea, the Lady of my Lord, Who didst the first descry The burning secret of virginity. We know with what reward ! Prism whereby Alone we see Heav'n's light in its triplicity ; 206 THE child's purchase. Rainbow complex, In bright distinction, of all beams of sex. Shining for aye In the simultaneous sky, To One, thy Husband, Father, Son, and Brother, Spouse blissful. Daughter, Sister, milk-sweet Mother ; Ora pro me ! Mildness, whom God obeys, obeying thyself Him in thy joyful Saint, nigh lost to sight In the great gulf Of his own glory and thy neighbour light ; With whom thou wast as else with husband none For perfect fruit of inmost amity ; "Who felt for thee Such rapture of refusal that no kiss Ever seaFd wedlock so conjoint with bliss ; And whose good singular eternally 'Tis now, with nameless peace and vehemence. THE child's purchase. 207 To enjoy thy married smile. That mystery of innocence ; Or a pro me ! Sweet Girlhood without guile. The extreme of God's creative energy ; Sunshiny Peak of human personality ; The world's sad aspirations' one Success j Bright Blush, that sav'st our shame from shamelessness ; Chief Stone of stumbling ; Sign built in the way To set the foolish everywhere a-bray ; Hem of God's robe, which ail who touch arc heal'd ; To which the outside Many honour yield "With a reward and grace Unguess'd by the unwash'd boor that hails Him to His face, Spurning the safe, ingratiant courtesy Of suing Him by thee ; Ora pro me ! 208 THE child's purchase. Creature of God rather the sole than first ; Knot of the cord Which binds together all and all unto their Lord ; Suppliant Omnipotence ; best to the worst ; Our only Saviour from an abstract Christ And Egypt's brick-kilns, -where the lost crowd plods, Blaspheming its false Gods ; Peace-beaming Star, by which shall come enticed. Though nought thereof as yet they weet, TInto thy Babe's small feet. The Mighty, wand'ring disemparadised. Like Lucifer, because to thee They will not bend the knee ; Ora pro me ! Desire of Him whom all things else desire ! Bush aye with Him as He with thee on fire ! Neither in His great Deed nor on His throne — O, folly of Love, the intense THE child's purchase. 209 Last culmination of Intelligence, — Him seemed it good that God should be alone ! Basking in unborn laughter of thy lips, Ere the world was, with absolute delight His Infinite reposed in thy Finite ; Well-match'd : He, universal being's Spring, And thou, in whom are gather'd up the ends of everything ! Ora pro me ! In season due, on His sweet-fearful bed. Rocked by an earthquake, curtained with eclipse, Thou shar'd'st the spousal rapture of the sharp spear's head. And thy bliss pale "Wrought for our boon what Eve's did for our bale ; Thereafter, holding a little thy soft breath. Thou underwent'st the ceremony of death ; And, now, Queen-Wife, Sitt'st at the right hand of the Lord of Life, Who, of all bounty, craves for only fee 210 THE CHILD'S PURCHASE. The glory of hearing it besought with smiles by thee Ora joro one ! Mother, who lead'st me still by unknown ways, Giving the gifts I know not how to ask, Bless thou the work Which, done, redeems my many wasted days. Makes white the murk, And crowns the few which thou wilt not dispraise, When clear my Songs of Lady's graces rang, And little guess'd I 'twas of thee I sang ! Vainly, till now, my pray'rs would thee compel To fire my verse with thy shy fame, too long Shunning world-blazon of well-ponder'd song ; But doubtful smiles, at last, 'mid thy denials lurk ; From which I spell, " Humility and greatness grace the task " Which he who does it deems impossible !" 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