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The Fags And Other Poems
THE FAGS AND OTHER POEMS
BY
WILLIAM MOORE
LONDON KEGAN PAUL, TRENCH, TRUBNER & BROADWAY HOUSE, CARTER LANE, 1912
E.C.
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Contents PACK
Uppermost Thames Todi
I
10
.
Lost
15
Ever Green
21
Oxford, by Turner
26
Paschal Sunshine
33
Aconites and Snowdrops
4i
The Fags
45
Mystery
59
The Avenger
67
TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK The Witch Spell-bound
77
The Elephant
98
An Indian Sunrise The
100
Spoils of India
102
v
!
Uppermost Thames The
best
is last.
What mystery
Dropped down on rosy
curls of
creeps
sky
O'er elmy vale and forest steeps,
Eve's quickly-woven mystery
And Is
yet within the glowing rim
naught but earth's green homely things
Naught but the wooded headland dim Each beyond each
Each lends
to
its
outline flings
of its airy
Yet throws on darker walls
own
:
some more verdant scene
The background
Its
:
gloom
;
of green
clear crests of lighter plume.
;]
;
;
UPPERMOST THAMES There clinging ever to the knolls
Green Tamise threads his weedy bed
Or where
;
his deeper current rolls
His nuphar plunges her yellow head.
And
yet where
all his
pastimes are
No glimmers
in the
shade reveal
His pollards only herald far
Where'er his baby streamlet
Nor
voice hath he
That
He
the weirs are gone
entrapped his hurrying
feet
babbles now, unheard, alone,
To
No
erst
;
steals.
loosestrife
voice
;
and to meadowsweet.
save here, for this high lane
;
(This lane that sights with sweet briar hung,
On
rarer eves, across the plain
Those coral
hills
from whence he sprung). 2
:
;
UPPERMOST THAMES Save here, yon cascade's ceaseless roar Late raised by man's repressing hand
Yet that makes deeper than before This
stillness of the
So deep
to deep
is
unanswering land.
calling not
And, hence to where yon sunset flames, Discords and din are
all
forgot
In these sweet verdures of the Thames
And
only where his solitude
Is level in the
western gold,
Upspringing from
To
No
tell
of
man
castle grey
Yon And
;
its
ambient wood
one spire
no byre
;
is
bold.
no grange
very watergates that part
lift
Seem
the boats to higher range gates to gardens of the heart
3
!
:
UPPERMOST THAMES Gardens where any breeze that
glittering stream,
Born sudden on the Goes but to bend the
stirs
still
Of reed and rush to
parterres
fitful
gleam
Or arrowhead and flotsam weed Yet never palm was
As
is
;
half so fair
the plumed and towering reed
That waves
So,
;
in purple glory there.
onward as the
Ever a
swift keel brushes,
glittering wavelet curls
Betwixt the sombre fringe of rushes
Or comfrey
tassels, pale as pearls.
— UPPERMOST THAMES Those
flags are
never out of date
The buoyant fronds
for ever
;
swim
'Tis art, 'tis science, years belate
And
To
The It
A
stain,
no
shriek,
eye, the ear, fills
!
it
no smoke, no
does not pain
flare,
;
the heart with no despair.
castle rising
from
Sad symbol
of the things that die
its
bowers
?
;
cenotaph of feudal powers,
Of passion,
A
stream of Lethe dim
catch from out the green campaign
No
A
in the
love,
grange, a byre
?
and loyalty
!
They would but say
They burst no more with harvest Their throng of beeves
is
far
gold,
away,
Their hundreds bleat not on the wold. 5
;
UPPERMOST THAMES A
cottage roof with azure wreathed
What
if
the wolf
is
at the door
?
!
For history yet has hardly breathed
Some
secrets of the hireling poor.
The common wood The Not
fuel for that
for his
Down
Of
own he
And
others'
he
now,
very hearth
!
guides the plough
furrows of once
village green
'Tis
is
is
common
earth.
bereft
gone to swell manorial land
e'en his homestead
When
feebler
grows
must be
his
:
left
horny hand.
'Twas sweet to dream yon waves had passed Walls where long dwelt a noble race
Whose
scions' living deeds
On them
now
a visionary grace 6
:
cast
—
;
UPPERMOST THAMES That peace and plenty multiplied Are somewhere whence yon waters wend
As
erst
when
To be
the rural toiler's friend.
Vain dream
!
The moral But
court and convent vied
stay,
Yon
forest
doth not hide
glories of past years.
some best things there abide
There gather from that sight no
'Tis Nature's
Her
No
tears.
sweet and constant look
smile, that always
is
the same
student pales of her sweet book
And
all
;
:
:
complaints to her are shame.
She spread no other scene than now Before the Druid's tranced gaze
:
The oaks were on the mystic brow, Above the wizard waterways. 7
UPPERMOST THAMES She cannot change without alloy She cannot aught
Who
improve
can reform unmixed joy
Who mend
See
of hers
how
Grow
;
:
?
the glances of true love
the elms, far line on
?
line,
duskier in their topmost caves
As darker
:
flows the hyaline
In dimples deep of sunset waves.
This marriage of the light and dark
For waiting hearts Their child
By
is
shall bring to birth
holy awe
angel hand
still
;
;
a spark
struck on earth.
E'en songsters of the darting wings
To
leafy cradles all
For hands unseen
To music
have flown
shall
;
touch some strings
sweeter than their own. 8
UPPERMOST THAMES The
cataract's dull instrument,
Ringing along the listening floods
A
curfew for the firmament,
For
all
Yet rosy
the harps of heaven preludes.
fires still
And round
They
all
:
the setting August sun
The clouds that Are
burn above
pile
and part and move
of fire-born purple spun.
are the wings of Seraphim,
Veiling e'en
now
their eyes
Darkling and darkened
The mystery
of the
;
and
ere they
Mercy
Seat.
feet,
hymn
Todi Is
it
an Arab faring to the
Whose snow-white
east,
caftan on the winds
is
cast
That brown and bronzed countenance Is fiercer for the radiance
In dazzling sheets of splendour shed,
On
O how
coverings of the giant head.
they sparkle, yon eternal
firns,
Which summer noontide unconsuming burns So
!
in old Sinai's wilderness
The
acacia burning grew no
Have
less.
those pure plains that never melt
Touch from beyond the sun-flame
Snow bosoms born
What hand
of all that fluent
felt
?
is,
keeps chaste your virgin purities 10
?
?
TODI Ye guard
the Past in vestal whitenesses,
Of many an aeon
Long
silent witnesses
;
ere to snow-fed waters pale
Man, shrinking from each haunted
vale,
Cast on the bosom of the lake,
Drove
in the piles a
home
to
make.
Bright then as now, beneath a midnight moon,
Or proof
to
all
the glances of high noon,
Down
ever from your terraced edges
Upon
the lower slanting ledges
Just so your shadows ye did throw,
Sweeping each
As now your
brilliance
silver dials
While shrinks the
And
mark
glacier,
But yesterday man's
below
;
the hours,
and the cataract pours.
foot has dared to scale,
fetch of your magnificence the tale.
He saw
ye,
The ancient
but ye never told secrets that ye hold
How rumours Of hosts
:
reached you from the north
for battle
pouring forth
ii
;
:
TODI From
Constance, cry of souls by schism rent,
Stilled
by the Dove
of peace in council sent
;
Fair Constance, o'er whose gleaming sea
Man Yet
flies in
is
self-made majesty
his flight
;
weak Sufferings
Beside your eagles' God-made wings
Ah
!
All
heaven-made bonds
But
maybe
east
Save
for
!
yet ye have not seen the worst, in wild rebellion burst.
and west the giant fronts are
some
A Titan,
little flake
combatant
Flinging aside
bare,
just clinging there. of the skies,
all fripperies.
See crouching ever at his base
The But
fallen masses, fringed, like lace
;
lace not reft of crystals that encrust,
They
shine for ever on the mountain dust
And, springing from those barren gleams, In cascade on to cascade, streams 12
:
TOD1 Rush down
Some
And on
the rock-strewn slope to meet
climbers, foretaste of the sweet,
the lower precipices spread
Streak mazes of bright green with silver thread.
For
they climb the steep
see,
And
;
the alpenrose
stunted pine, each earthward clinging close,
Leaving their forest far behind,
Up
to the places of the
And The At
last,
And,
lit
they have first,
won on
wind
;
that high
best, greetings of the
advancing
tall,
way
spray
their brethren
come
;
with golden gleams amidst their gloom,
The becks Till,
steal ever
tinkling bells
They
downward
flung
and flowers among,
are fountains for each blade to drink,
Each nectared sweet upon the
brink.
Rich plenty issues from the mountain's wrong,
As honied sweetness from the 13
lifeless strong.
;
;
TODI O
God,
Who
madest Thine unchanging snows
To crown Thy crumbling While man,
bergs in sure repose,
his aeon, still
is
here,
Ere things which are not do appear,
He hath Thy 'Tis writ
Some snows
To turn
parable to learn.
upon the
eternal firn.
there are that need
to milk for
in
showers
man, and make the flowers
But others Thou hast
Than
must melt
fixed higher
the sweet slopes of earth's desire
Unheard by them the cataracts throw Fans foaming into spray below Their joy
is
They live
for
Thine
Thee
in sun-bright firmaments,
in passionless contents.
*4
;
Lost O
hall wherein our Scholars gave
The
allegiance to a great conclave
With
all
Tis best
;
thy portraits of the wise, of all
my memories
That he and
I
were
friends.
garden where they do not rove
As Plato Spring
in the plane-tree grove
made thy mount a mist
;
of green
;
Dear even then thou hadst not been Save that we two were
friends.
court with thy great oval sward
And
battlemented walls that heard
And echoed
youth's loud
So often to the azure
railleries
skies
;
Thou knew'st we two were 15
friends.
;
LOST dusk West Window of the Fane,
A
master hand has burnt thy pane
Not
least
was
this
among thy
One morn beneath thy angel I first
O
days when
Rushed
did see
all
my
;
graces
;
faces
friend.
the galley slaves
to their contest
on the waves
!
Methinks ye saw not him among
That
flannelled
And
yet
and gay-vested throng I
was
his friend.
O summer with drawn
lines of
white
For dexterous deed and lightning sight
Be
sure thy green arenas
Him
never, standing e'en to view
And Men
yet he
was
my
;
friend.
shivered in the icy spring
Nude
To
knew
o'er the wattled heights to fling
the white tape, their cynosure.
He was
not ever there, be sure
Yet he and
I
16
were
;
friends.
:
LOST A
fiery joy
It did not
was
seem
in his looks
to
;
come from books
We
asked him of his mystery
He
called the thing Philosophy
And It
was not that which
numb
Leaves It
my
yet he was
;
;
friend.
stuffs the head,
the heart, the conscience dead
was a genial influence
At once we saw
it
So he and
I
;
in his glance
were
:
friends.
He seemed upon some summit peak
We in
:
the vale, to climb yet
weak
;
;
Nor recking when would come the time
We needs must
turn
Yet he and
I
;
or else
were
friends.
As on the flower-sweet Alpine
The
far-seen
must climb.
leas
summits only please
Grandly the leaden glacier bends
But
lo
!
:
!
the primrose pathway ends
Thank God
that
17
we were
!
friends.
B
;
;
:
:
LOST To him, born moral mountaineer,
To
tread the moral snows was dear
To
go,
;
where ancient axes stole
To some
fine passes of the soul.
Thank God But never touch
we were
that
friends.
was shown
of pride
For tracks by him so early hewn.
me
His converse ever was to In
all love's
frank simplicity
So he and
The climb
at last
Come from
I
were
friends.
Soon
!
;
cries
around
the ethical profound.
Faith breathes not in the thin-spun air
And
speculation hints despair.
But he and
Man
lessens
I
were friends.
on the granite wall
The berg grows, with
its
The mountain, magnet
Has wrapt him
thunders,
of his will,
there, as
But he and
I
were 18
if
to kill
friends.
all
:
;
LOST But as that climber's head holds pledge Of conquering on the very edge So
:
he, the soul's reality,
E'en when doubt's avalanche swept by
So he and
Ah
!
were
I
friends.
golden were those four short years
Golden, for
What never
prize long sought
courted was, they brought
For he and
With outward
were
I
stress
friends.
and inward
teen,
would not the converse had been.
Young Fancy's The
prize
Ah
!
wild extravagance
enhanced
The
;
fate that
son of Greece
Thou wert not
far
!
could not enhance
we were ah
friends.
Stagirite,
from grace and
light
Then, when thy sapient pencil drew
The
lines of real friendship, true
As
I
;
all their final tears.
They snatched away the
I
:
and he were 19
friends.
LOST Ah
lost Catulle
!
(if
lost
thou
art),
thing there was thou hadst, a heart.
One
The sunny lands went dark and
lorn
Which saw thy brother from thee torn As soon from me, that
Academe
friend.
He
left his faithless
He
did a work
He
died by very zeal consumed
But
still
;
;
he would not dream
by that same
As when we
light illumed
first
20
;
were
friends.
:
;
Ever Green Rosebay and
loosestrife
Where now only the
On
were red in the river
glassy waters are
:
a firmament green beneath poplars' quiver
Each blossom had dropped a
fixed star.
In the hush of the evening no more they redden,
For
'tis
an eve
of late
October now
Light leaves that danced are
Though green and
And blooming
What The
now
all
leaden,
glassy the waters go.
reeds of the glorious weather,
are they now, the purple plumes
?
bloodless bents yonder, rustling together.
Yet
fresh
and green the 21
river comes.
;
EVER GREEN Like a holy passion the river sweeps Patient and strong with
Though no
From
unmurmuring
flowers flush on
yellowing
isles
its coiling
and withered
Shock and stunted heads
of pollards
tide,
deep
side.
drooping
In the gathering gloom black mourners seem
One with head As
erect,
;
one lowlier stooping,
to mingle tears with the silent stream.
In bays where late the pulse of a rower
Sent a wave where the silvered
Not a frond
And
is left,
lilies
shone
not a blade in their bower,
e'en the comfrey lances are gone.
Only the green smooth stems deflowered Of the bulrushes trembling and darkling move In the deeper throb of the stream, to and froward
One
points a taper finger above
22
;
;
;
EVER GREEN Above, where one planet globe
On
swimming
the fathomless gulfs of heaven into sight
But no
blight,
no sere autumn
That sun-flushed flower
Where the grey and
is
dimming
of light,
the dark are stealing
morn
O'er the paling azures of Till
is
Night, for the stars revealing,
All light-woven veils shall
have
torn.
Yes, frost has quenched the star of the
And
the margin's purple and golden flame
But downward,
The stream
Down
lily,
stately
for ever
into mist
and strong and
stilly,
moves on the same
:
and darkness wending,
Mist ever thickening reach on reach,
While the poplars whisper farewell never-ending In multitudinous tongueless speech 23
:
:
;
EVER GREEN Green and clear from strain
To
increase
of the sluices
beyond the mystic
hill
While the murmurs massed of those myriad voices
As a triumph song
But quick Ere
On
fade,
it
yonder western glory,
the twilit stream read
!
it
Life,
with
And
its
of
summer
are
autumn hung.
and
fruits
among
drawn by God's own
in the vale
calls it to
or
strong but silent surges,
Life's flowers
its lines
Deep
its flow.
mirrors more than the tangled marges
No more
And
passionate story,
its
the symbol secret of
With no wreaths Tis
fill.
fade from the sky, yonder golden glow,
it
Read
Lo
ere
!
the silence
all
He
come.
has
made
its
!
finger
bed
Then why should
;
it
linger
In stagnant pools where the rosebay has fled
24
?
;
EVER GREEN Tis naught to the Water's whelming
forces
That the buds and blooms of Earth are
frail.
'Twixt the goal and the high mist-wreathen sources,
God
O my
wills it so,
soul, of
they shall not
yore
God
From His dew-fed
He
will
lead
thee
fail.
led thee welling
natal urns divine
where
still,
streams
will
be
swelling,
Streams darting in with new
Thine when
From Out
the
full soon, full
forces, thine.
quick
it
passes
wooded glooms and the weedy
bars,
again, far away, 'twixt midnight grasses,
Beneath the canopy of His
stars.
There no fold of thine, no truant meander,
But
is
watched by shining heavenly
Till at last
by
All in the
their leading
glow of a glad 25
eyes,
thy goings are grander, sunrise.
Oxford, Rays from
Wash And
by
Turner
far fonts of light
spires
and
castle white,
thereby dimmer gloom the cloistral woods
The splendour
of the air
Makes shadowy by compare
The
lapsing gleam of circumambient floods.
Methinks that there no If
thou shouldst enter
Could be, nor what
Thou wouldst With joyous
sin,
in,
defiles, or
makes a
lie.
in every street,
salute greet
Intelligences rare,
and angels passing by. 26
:
;
OXFORD, BY TURNER For yon very rainbow seems
Hung To
o'er
a city of dreams
as once
tell,
upon the saved
From
the bright firmament
Upon
a remnant bent,
That
all
shone,
the cleansing of the storm
There, heaven's
On
it
own
is
flashes roll
bastions of the soul
Here, glow the golden glories of the
They grasp
great shocks of corn,
And
hands
The
done.
still
in
sickle flames
;
of
soil
horn
to speed the interrupted
toil.
Behold twain students, gowned
As guests from heavenly ground
To
this high field,
beneath the hedgerow mints,
In shadowed coolness come
From yonder haloed home. Rich over
all
beside the noontide splendour glints.
27
OXFORD, BY TURNER One
brings a book
;
he
spells,
Maybe, from Truth's deep wells
Some golden maxim
lettered
on those leaves
;
While these with happy smile
Do
only bind and pile
Big with their milky gold the inarticulate sheaves.
How
spilt
A fire
from Beauty's urns
creeps on
and burns
In every colour on the canvas flung
!
But where her inner spark Amidst the That
Is
is
it
light
and dark,
her very core, her tangent traits
among
?
in the arched glow,
Her many-tinted bow With her own contours carved from base
To
toilers 'neath
To
toilers in these
Whispering of
to cope
yon towers, bowers,
peril past
and endless hope 82
?
;
OXFORD, BY TURNER Or
is it
where they fold
The sheaves
in
bonds of gold,
Imperishably lingering o'er the hand
ways
That works
in ancient
Of Saturn's
artless days,
Fetching large measure from a teeming land
Or, rather, does
it
glance
Where, white as innocence,
Dome,
castle, spire, in dazzling cluster smile,
Hewn
copies from the skies
Where
all
but Goodness
dies,
Sweet as the very soul of Plato to beguile
Blame not
From
all
his
eye
things hard, and spurned
To be slave-mimic
Who
of a fallen
searched for any
To crowd
On
who turned
earth's
world
;
gem
diadem
wings of exploration never furled.
29
?
?
— OXFORD, BY TURNER Truth Its
Each
is
on
all this
scene
;
moment, each has been gloss,
each gloom, each
;
figure,
and each form.
Seen from the very spot (Yet by eyes anointed not),
So lay the City once, so passed the storm.
But
last
And saw
a Seer came, it all
aflame
In August's shifting gloom and radiance
As we
in a hearth
;
aglow
See faces flash below,
He
looked and saw
Wonders
Who Ah
!
of light
outlines form
is
and
glance.
he saw.
shall Divine Light
wait awhile,
Fair
new
till
draw
scarce
?
two decades end.
yon amethyst
Rising from massive mist
But from the mists
of
;
doubt a 30
fairer
Bow shall bend
!
:
OXFORD, BY TURNER For one soon walked among
Yon
Who
City's student throng,
saw the
The
holier Past as in a fire
:
the mean, the sloven,
false,
The webs by unfaith woven, Died
in the chastening
glow
of his desire.
Long had been Reason's day
Men went
her glaring
way
:
:
Stopped where she bade them stop
;
and that was
death.
Her
cold light filled the halls,
And
e'en the sanctuary walls
Echoed her vaunts, her mockery
Or,
if
of faith.
to the Light Revealed
Not every eye was
How faint the hand How slow
sealed,
to clasp the
Hand from Heaven
the heart to don
In adoration
The
dress of rapturous joy for Deity Given
31
!
OXFORD, BY TURNER He, with pen dipped in dyes
Of past
realities,
Spell-binding Sadducee and atheist,
Was
limning stroke by stroke,
Until
The
it
breathed and spoke,
perfect picture of the Bride of Christ.
32
Paschal Sunshine Heaven's wine
The
is
;
the breezes stir
rosin dropping from the
With the poured
We
poured
*vine
drink that cup,
Though
is
fir
mingling myrrh.
Nature's boon
'tis
soul of ours need not to
:
swoon
In any anguish coming soon.
But there
One who came
is
to die
Then, when the fateful noon was high O'er the steep
They poured
their
They, the rude
He
willed
it
Calvary.
hill of
drug
Roman
not
;
He
for lethargy
soldiery.
put
33
:
it
by.
c
;
;
PASCHAL SUNSHINE The hour
of surcease
was not yet
Though then His brow with blood was Could
He
the price for Sin forget
wet.
?
Here gentle breezes are at play
With
all
the silky catkins grey,
This evening of His Paschal day.
On Palmday
they were wearing them,
As branches from that
They
rifled
They
likelier
fairer
stem
near Jerusalem.
symbol the
olives grey
That, glooming o'er another way,
Glanced
Ah
!
in the
moon, breeze
sinner, darest
thou look within
Drug yet again that ache
Nor
let
the
stirred as they.
of pain
Deed on Calvary win 34
;
!
?
;
:
PASCHAL SUNSHINE Thy
grace thou hast for pottage sold,
Let go
all else
And now thou
O
to clutch the gold,
hast
it
in
thy hold.
the sweet glitter of the ore
Thy heaven
No
there
!
Thou must adore
other raptures any more
Faith, hope,
The
is
But no warm
like
art.
wreaths of vain regret
O'er them decorously are
Each
!
and the heart
Thyself their sepulchre thou
tinsel
!
and charity depart
cross, the anchor,
Some
!
tears
set.
have made them wet.
some hard metallic wreath
That cankers on the mounds
of death.
Better the flowers, that once had breath
35
!
'
PASCHAL SUNSHINE Vain
lip regrets
Then
And
fat as
The Dove
!
brawn the heart
flown
is
grown
;
;
Avarice comes and claims her own.
Yet that old name no longer
Under new phrases now
it
irks
:
lurks,
more surely works.
And
gaily dressed
"
increase alway
To
is
law of earth
is
;
" 'Tis honest pride to die more worth
Than niggard
fortune gave at birth."
So from a Scribe
When bound Weak
his greed
was hid
with holy texts he bid
Pontius do the deed he did
And with
;
a scorn oblique they stood
And mocked Him on To-morrow
is
that
the blood-stained wood.
Day 36
of blood.
;
PASCHAL SUNSHINE
The spruces
scatter pure incense
The
zenith azure
Yon
bird's song has joy's
Yet
He who
Who hung
is
intense.
vehemence.
guards that bird from harm,
yon
blue,
Who
drops the balm,
Can even He man's unrest calm
Not,
till
man
Men
them
?
feel the tragic guilt
For which the Holy Blood was Pierce
:
as
spilt
sword plunged to the
hilt.
read the tale of modern crimes
To
vespers from the Sabbath primes
It
the blessed Sabbath times.
fills
;
They
thirst to see,
Some
barings of the world's wild heart
The Sin that
stings
by
;
scribe's deft art,
the
37
wounds that smart.
:
PASCHAL SUNSHINE Foul
is
that tale of things that are
Pitiless the questions at the
Are they from Calvary so
is all
The cap
doom
That voice
But
is it
far
is
on
just ending
:
:
?
hushed to hear
The forum of
bar
;
:
'tis clear,
hope and
then quite ended
fear.
all
When
that unpardonable thrall
From
prison goes and judgment hall
No
now
mortal plea can
Yet eyes that death
May
O
?
avail
shall instant veil
find one plea that shall not
miracle that waits for faith
fail.
:
Faith conquering ere the latest breath.
Twas wrought
for
aye by Jesus' death.
38
— PASCHAL SUNSHINE The sands
of life
were
falling fast,
Yet dying eyes on Jesus cast Reversal found of
For hark
He
is
A
!
all
their past.
divine voice reprieves.
no more among the thieves
But among
saints,
and glorious
;
leaves,
God's leaves, where sweeter breezes play
Than Its
this that
moves on
this
sweet day
emerald on each tufted spray.
The sunbeam
With
slanting on this ground
resinous needles deep
embrowned
In noonday darkness once was drowned.
Then did the bird that soaring sung,
As yonder
lark in azure hung,
Cowered darkling
olive leaves
39
among.
PASCHAL SUNSHINE To-morrow
skies will not be
dim
:
In ether buoyed the lark will swim
And pour
There
as
now
shall not
her joyous hymn.
be a frowning heaven
O'er cursed Tree and nails there driven
No
rocks
Save
For
No
of
all
by earth-shock
some
soul's
shall
be riven.
obduracy,
to-morrow noon
shall see,
rending of the rocks shall be.
But wrung by that same bleeding token Of God's great mercy,
shall
be spoken
Confession true of one heart broken.
40
:
;
;
Aconites and White and
Snowdrops
pale gold,
Threading the blank dark border
As
stars
on purple night, on purple mould
All scattered broad,
Sweetly they
The
;
and yet
heavenly order.
in
fill
plots with
Voices are heard
random
cluster
among them
Between rude snatches
;
small and
still,
of the wind's wild bluster.
Three weeks are past
And now
the crocus' splendour
Shoots sunward up to face the icy blast
But thou wert braver
yet,
4i
thou floweret tender.
ACONITES AND SNOWDROPS Thou, Aconite,
And
When
thine, in wilder weather, all
the East had sharpest teeth to bite,
Dared through the frozen
Ere the
drifts to
walk together.
New Year
In storm and sleet had broken,
Blond heads and green smooth
fingers did appear,
Of coming greeneries bold tiny token.
Did Arctic dawns, Gilding far crystal verges,
Teach thee
this
durance on the frozen lawns,
Paint thee this yellow amongst the berg-vexed surges
Lo
!
?
with thy band
Full soon were walking others
They
too,
men
say, are
'Tis sure, thyself,
;
from a stranger land.
thou hailedst them as brothers. 42
;
!
ACONITES AND SNOWDROPS Each hangs a
bell
In pensive airy lightness
;
Branches wind-swept above
But
still,
may sway and
those blue-green blades, and
swell,
still,
that
whiteness.
They For
fairer all
grow
the Winter rages
They droop
in sleep their
;
heads upon the snow
Soft has that pillow been for countless ages.
Snowbound
of yore,
So looked a white flower closing Pure petals in a crimson sunset
Meek
What
frore,
for the long semestral night reposing.
mysteries
Beneath white
lids
and lashes
Of silver-sparkling pureness
in those eyes
In those green orbs what primal 43
!
memory
flashes
;
ACONITES AND SNOWDROPS Memory
of
law
In Eocene splendour given
To
this frail plasm,
Kept through
but kept without a flaw
all
Glacial
;
gloom the Word
of
heaven.
Man,
On
too, well learnt
Sinai God's revealing,
In thunder on his heart, and lightning burnt
Yet doubt's cold
blast thence faith
and awe are
stealing.
To know no That
is
sin,
your fame, sweet flowers
Your beauty,
this, tho'
ye nor
toil
;
nor spin
:
This ye in the wrack with spell aeonian dowers.
Ye
shall
gleam on
For aye, the white, the golden, In the
fierce
brume, though
tillages
be done
Of Man, by angel eyes alone beholden. 44
The Fags As
lisps
The
through purple-parted
lips
a
eternal secrets of the parent sea
So through
From
its
shell
;
olden consecrated ore
olden towers doth oft a sabbath bell of that mystic
Sound something
Which gave
these to us
;
Mother Age
so the choir boy's notes,
Ringing from sculptured fans and rainbow panes, Tell midst its treasures
something of
its soul.
Well pleased we catch the chime, the long-drawn strain,
And
gaze on moulded beauties of the stone
But thankless yet
:
so little
:
do we reck
Of Faith's far buoyant ocean whence they come. Sweet distant echoes of the Past are they
What,
Not
if
we saw
itself
and heard
dressed, as in these
it
speak
!
?
modern mimicries, 45
THE FAGS For one short day, not speaking as by rote
A
well-conned task, but in reality
Of daily thought, and daily circumstance.
Here
is
the record of two children's talk,
As once they talked (O well-remembered words). If
quaint
And
it
seem to utter
childishness,
coarse withal (in light of luxuries
And modern easement Yet smacks
it
of the schoolboy's day),
of great Sparta
;
and
'tis
true
;
True, though e'en then Victoria had sat
For more than twenty glorious years her throne.
They wandered up With
chill
the chalky causeway strewn
November's browning beechen
leaves.
Above
these two the Hill's unfurrowed slope,
Whose
ancient sod no scythe had ever shorn,
Rose a green bosom into mist which hid Its
mighty ditch and sombre crown
Where now
their
mates,
of pines
by that charmed
restrained,
Wandered awhile
in so-called liberty.
46
:
ring
THE FAGS Nurslings would be of a far-distant
Age
They went, white banded, gowned,
on that
as
path
Four hundred years agone
their forbears went,
Just torn from tender ministries of home,
For these rough ministries so new, so
old,
Speaking a tongue their mothers never knew, Mostly camp-Latin living on the
Of peasants and familiar
Or
hall of
in the
;
Cumbered
strange its
no
;
human
W.
What
Prefect let
Prefect of Hall I've not to go
T.
Why,
Socius,
hand
;
birds
:
article definite
English even
Not larded much with
T.
grange
baron when the Founder caged
In college walls his seventy Laconic
lips
what they spoke,
:
their Latin, here
you go
off hills
what's
writ.
to-day
and precious glad
up there
is
I
?
am
to gather sticks.
the
matter with your
?
W. They gave me what they call tin-gloves last night. 47
;
;
THE FAGS T. Tin-gloves
;
it all
what's that
;
But every day
W.
Better I
had
there's
know what
it
something more to learn.
means than what
Just before toy-time
was blazing up
it
;
Torr took a twig, and said
And made me
my
hold
He made
a cross with
And
my
The
hand
red-hot
it
fist
until
:
tin-gloves,
" to put
them on."
my hand,
what dropped from
had
ash,
was
upon
it
it is.
on
to put another faggot
held
thought I'd learnt
I
?
burnt
a
it,
he
cross,
thought
And
so
it
had
;
I'll
wear
it all
Well, have they ever given T. Of course
I
know
my
you "
those words
:
life.
toe
fit tie
the
(As in presenti, written by the monks) to fit ti
ut verto verti
W. Then you've not It fitted mine, I
felt
and
how
is
made.
well tie
fits
to toe.
tightly too, one night.
dreamt some thing was drawing 48
off
?
grammar
says
That
"
my
toe
;
THE FAGS Then woke
Awake
:
found junior next bed to
and looking about
too, sitting up,
And would have
me
him
licked
prank on
for a
But found the
toes of both of us were tied
With the same
string
And
;
they had us two in leash,
:
With gathered
others too.
me
reins they sat
Studying at tables by a merry blaze 'The ingenuous arts' which
many
Brutal to be,' with
still '
permitted them
a sportive tug
Varying their labours of the midnight
And
yet
wonder, mildest as you
I
They never
tried
it
at the first
Well, anyway, to-day
A
bibling
;
oil.
are,
on you.
you nearly got
would have known what that was
like.
Jack always wants to bible men
What
did you
tell
him
like
you.
?
Simply that
T.
Morning or night, no single moment
To
learn the stuff
;
'tis
Who's Candlekeeper
true
;
in Sixth
49
I
had,
left
for that big
man
Chamber wants d
THE FAGS His vulgus done always
You know, Then
;
he'll lick
of course, I durst not tell
after Chapel,
there
is
Prefects are always calling
To-day
I
had
:
that.
?
where's the time
like to use
?
:
on me.
only looked in vacancy, and said,
"Nay, but Croppled
the boy
hundred
lines
:
idle
is
Homer "
in
Homer's so hard
A
any peace ;
else
him
to twist the apple twigs
Those apple twigs he'd
He
me
:
;
six times
but he
let
me
now off.
and fancy every time,
by heart
for Junior Fifth,
Which means Third Form
at t'other schools
O
W. Are a thick at
that.
I
!
you
think the Odyssee
Fancy that pet ram
Is simply splendid.
Straddling out last with great Ulysses strapped
Tight to his stomach
And
;
never nailed what
When you know Next,
you
all
can't
and the Cyclops
made him walk
felt
so firm
the story, what must
help
Greek.
50
remembering
!
come
all
the
THE FAGS T.
Why
grammars always
are French
had one spliced
I
Because
W. That's
at
me
last
lying about ?
week by Dolt
cut his paper bands too late.
I
what they are
just
for
;
they are heavy
enough. Six hundred pages of defective verbs,
And no one
has to use them, although
Must have them It
must be nuts
and
;
to
T. Socius,
W. They say All
it
(if
at juniors,
to pieces, seven
who made
think
think
I
may)
Nutt and Angoville
To have them thrown
To come
I
all
and
and
all
bound
six apiece.
that Labyrinth on
hills ?
was a boy they kept back here
through the summer, but they don't say
why. Perhaps he could not say his standing up,
As you can't say your morning
And
cut
Why
it
here
;
if
lines
;
he came
he'd such liberty,
didn't he run straight
home
?
Perhaps
a don
Was
set to
watch him. 5i
Anyway he made
:
THE FAGS A maze And
and
:
A
a puzzle for
them
all
utter duffer he could not have been,
For he wrote
Who
left
Domum,
tho' he died
like
;
you
cannot learn by heart, and yet can write
Poor man, he saw
vulgus quick enough.
The summer bring the swallow Beside
the sparkling
to her
and
streams,
home in
white
clouds
The maybush blooming over watermeads
And
then the horses trotted out to draw
The waggons (coaches were not Of Richard).
And no one But
;
like
When
So he saw
left to
all
in the
College
days
off,
stop him bucking down.
a swan he sang before he died.
they came back they found him dying in
Seventh. T. Well, College then must have been very like
What
it is
now.
E'en now
I feel like
'Tis like a prison ever since I've
him
:
been
In course.
W.
Well,
is it
not just that which makes
52
;
THE FAGS Domum
so sweet for the juniors to sing
And perhaps Well I see
Men I
!
the Founder meant
they have got a
the
fire
life
guess he
him
men.
of
fags small
bonfire always,
Peel was to fight
!
would be on to-day.
knows Bigge
To make up
to be hard.
again in Trench
smoke above that mons
said that Doctor
;
for
commoners
and to-day
it.
There
is
he,
Just coming slowly on by Second Stile.
Why do
these Prefects never go
up
hills ?
Now
junior has called
Yes,
down they came, where once with
domum.
Here they come.
clarion
blast,
Their signs and eagles flashing in the van,
Red
tunicked, trim for march, the legion poured,
A moving
forest of pikes,
Not peacefuller In height of hat Potentialities
these, all
from that huge camp.
nor disciplined the
equal, child
and man
and powers were there 53
less
:
THE FAGS Who
or by force
With
souls of pirate o'er the junior throng.
Bee-like with
Amongst a
gown
fear, or favour, ruled
succinct (poor banded clerks
came down
truculent laity)
The gown-boys that
and
;
many
a small one quaked
day
Lest vengeance fallen on their champion Bigge
But
Might reach e'en them.
Upon
A
all
was order
fair
that spot, deep paved with oyster shells,
very Gabbatha of past delights,
Where Are
Prefects from far wanderings in the vale
and
gathered,
march
long-drawn
the
begins.
Ah
!
far
away
the peaceful
The
cloistral life,
And
yet on
A
stamp
is
all
without
Full soon.
home,
quiet here
placing which will serve
and be
still
;
Rough was 54
A
!
Of a most firm endurance suffer
its
of
!
the Mother, roughly kind,
In the world's currency
To
charm
:
germ
them well
it
was
teaching then
to dare, to
do
that teaching, as the milk
;
:
THE FAGS That suckled Romulus
Was Or,
in it
if
;
no doubt, no dream
;
but the practice of the Past
romance was on her olden
walls,
Within her high-roofed palaces and fanes,
To them
it
was
reality
themselves
;
Were the romance. There shone no Sabbath morn,
But
Up
to the Minster their long line
to the Altar steps
Of that
:
led
around the tomb
king his father's forest saw
fierce
Die by the bow's quick venture
Of Beaufort
was
:
:
nigh the throne
where the twice-crowned boy-
saint knelt
Perchance beside the gown-boys' very throng.
Each
slender
and upsoaring shaft above
Spreads out, like gracious palm-tree, to the groins
And many
a holy text
And many
a blazon bright of king and queen,
is
lettered there,
Their nursing fathers and their mothers, hung,
While they, the foster-children, 55
still
below
;;
THE FAGS solemn scene
Fill all the
With seraph
:
the anthems sweet
voices echoing
on high
Prolong the glorious Past.
Or The gates In their
eve.
are open for the compline hour
own
Beyond a
it is
chapel.
See,
two pass within,
lighted ambulatory,
Beneath the
Cloister's
carven cedarn gloom.
Some brass shines there in evening's dying gleam Some
ancient tint in the Chantry's orient glass
No more
:
yet from those walls incensed with
prayer
The
spirit
of
Ken
is
breathing
;
and those
stones,
As
close the wings almighty,
sound to them
His sweet nocturn.
The very That
iron grip
Which
upon them
discipline,
of that Past,
heaviest weighed on least and lowest
there,
56
:
!
THE FAGS Was wrought Which Nor
into a
bond
of brotherhood,
and scant
daily feud,
of courtesies,
after years, could break.
What makes Her anodynes and
a
man
?
forces Science finds
For the animal man
;
him up
she builds
;
she
sends
Light to his inmost bones
To
kill his
shades
'
Her
'
breathes while others
many now
:
they
flit
They hear
;
like
inert
this to that as Science holds or
theories
flit
?
Shades are the
From
mixes the drug
But can she make the man,
pain.
The man that
;
;
drops
or as mob-instinct moves.
they talk
;
they
will
not stop to
breathe
Shades of themselves who cannot
And when
for
feel or act
these fair Science shall have
trimmed 57
THE FAGS Her
perfect airship, never (as Icarus' wings)
To melt
storm
in sun, or fail in
;
and when
Her wheel on earth
in balance sure shall whirl,
Then
thereon
these shall
Or mean,
So
flit
;
— as conscienceless,
or sad, or loveless, as before
she, the Charon-witch, can waft or whirl
All to perdition, or to duller death
Wouldst more than can
The
this
;
:
no more.
than Knowledge that
numb
soul's true fibre
Faith
A
!
lives,
Go
?
and ancient
talisman yet
:
for "
to courts
discipline.
where
still
They hold
manners makyth man."
58
;
Mystery There
is
a day, there
Beneath the Spring
is
forest's raftered
deep
is
is
if
not the calm
and
levin
leaf or flower
when no warbler
Is
As
bolt
:
make
heard the
of the
may
all
wood
leafless vaults
among
awaits a seraph's song.
59
;
quake.
too earthly that prelude
When
;
but sylvan swoon and qualm
Then not a
'Tis
;
of glory comes.
stillness
The booming That
domes
not kissing Winter dour
A herald hush
There
an hour
is
;
MYSTERY The woodland Swept as
floors are clean
and
bare,
to feel a step divine.
Stars only are inwoven there
:
Windflowers and starry celandine.
And,
o'er that level sweetness, high
Ascending smooth and green and grey,
Ash columns
lift
And eastward
their canopy,
stretch their long array.
Afar their sudden ceasing makes
A window grand No
stain
is
there
Of cloudlets
all
:
for heaven's
own
blue.
but fleecy flakes of heaven's
own
hue.
There azures glow, not strained through
Which One who died ascending trod
And
airs within the
:
temple pass
Like whispers from the throne of God. 60
glass,
!
MYSTERY Athwart the
What
aisles
and
clouds of white
Are they the
feet of
alleys ;
dim
what
rustling feet
cherubim
Slow coming with their incense sweet
To some
doorway where a Spark
veiled
Behind an olive-carven screen
Burns ever
By
all
in a
golden dark,
but angel eyes unseen
?
O'er yon smooth silver stem are piled
Catkins to
O
for that
O
firelike
crimson turned.
bush upon the wild
that, like
it,
;
the birch-tree burned
;
That God might speak from out that flame, Bold now the shepherd's crook might make
By
all
the mystery of His
Name
Hearts on their easeful throne to shake 61
!
MYSTERY Else from the wild dare prophet go
To mansions
On
modern man,
daylong play and pleasure throw
And
O
of the
the smooth, smiling sin, His ban
?
God, Thy heathens had their dreams
Awake beneath
Thy Greek heard
the tamarind
voices on the streams
His syrinx piping in the wind
And Thy Saw
the dread stair first
:
art our
by angels thronged
for
which he longed.
Father more threefold
are the children of
Thy
choice
;
:
Where, then, for us Thy flames of old Where,
in
;
glimmers of the dawn,
The Voice above
We
;
dear pilgrim child forlorn
Heard, ere
Thou
;
Thy
lovely things,
62
Thy
;
Voice
?
;
:
;
MYSTERY Thy
green things spread the ancient mist
Yet
all
the woodlands
now
are
dumb
There's gloaming gold and amethyst
No
tidings
from Thy sunset come.
Thou knowest
;
'tis
'Tis Science that
And
by
sorcery.
has waved her wand
dulled the insight of our eye
Lest the heart too should understand.
We
listen to her
" So fair
Grand
well,
take and taste
secrets thus to be
Than
"
!
temptress tongue,
in
;
'tis
more
among
meek darkness
to adore.
These forest seas of freshest green
That dance and wave and soar and
Who
gives
them
We know
all their
emerald sheen
for sure, 'tis chlorophyl.
63
thrill,
?
MYSTERY "
That glory ere the sun be
set
ye think, to bless the day.
'Tis sent,
Tis better never
to forget
'Tis thirty million leagues
away."
So God's own breezes and His flames
Wherein we know His angels move
To cyphers turn and meagre names, So knowing quenches holy
O
love.
Witch, with stolen gems,
thou
fair
And
posing in Urania's robe,
Wilt ever
know what made
these stems
Wilt ever that dread star-dust probe
Sweep with thy
lens the starry floor
No key
!
;
There comes a door
of thine shall ever ope.
64
?
;
Yet mysteries end thy utmost scope Search the dim Past
;
;
MYSTERY Well dost thou measure, count, and weigh, Still
He
beating at the eternal bars.
Who
conquers,
He
was,
He
Peace, peace
Murmurs
!
went, beyond thy stars.
— All whispers of the wood,
of
Are fainting
did dare to say
dim and mighty range
for the interlude,
The moment
of
God's mystic change.
But when He comes He
will
not come
As once was feigned by heathen eyes
Who
saw naught
But limbs
flashing in the
Are nobler than a child
Mask
is
gloom
of fair humanities.
The winged ones men should
Great Pan
;
dead
fairer
;
now
of
see hereafter
man
leaves' green laughter
than the face of Pan. 65
E
MYSTERY And He comes sudden
Who The
vain their word
babble of His immanence
forest better
Tis hushed
O
;
knows
still
its
Lord
;
:
in a waiting trance.
for a saint's eye to discern
When
glory lights
Did the bush but
The torch
No
sage,
no
Not one Till
God
for
yon breathing arch
for
Moses burn
Abraham only march
scribe,
no bard, no seer
shall see, whoe'er
be, as to
Till he be, as
:
Abraham,
may dear.
was Moses, meek.
66
?
!
seek
;
;
The Avenger Thou conquerest,
Galilean,
still
;
Thee from lake and
genial shore Pharisee, Sadducee, Scribe, with
no pen of
theirs
has driven.
Can they rob wander Then,
let
it
o'er
of its pearly shells, of its airs that ?
them rob
of the Anointed,
it
and His
Words from heaven.
Busily pundits Teuton have toiled
:
whose
sires
when those Words were spoken Soaked
in
some northern marsh, or upon Scythian
steppes were chaced
67
;
!
THE AVENGER Blotting out, on the Words, of
Thy godhead
every
conscious token
They would
write o'er again the Life
;
what
of
yore Love adoring traced.
Cooped
in his lettered walls, in the
chambers
of his
imagery,
With
his
victim in his clutches, grasping the
Holy Writ, See the later modern
critic
!
See his unanointed
eye Shrivel
all
the record
once with glory
And
to
a myth, the record
lit
as vivisector stays each pulsing of
life's
warm
courses
In the veins of the living creature he would question, ere he
kill,
the sinews are anemic, and his knife pushed
Till
up to sources Of
life
bring back a triumph for him and his
skill
68
;!
:
;
THE AVENGER So he the Spirit quenches, and the primal fount is
binding
Every blood-drop writing
of
faith
or of love in
the
gone.
is
Then, forsooth, in these rhapsodies quaint, dim,
and torn
Thy
be finding
he'll
piece from piece
Life,
still
dividing,
bone
from bone
So dipping deep He'll write
that
in a
new philosophy
Thee down, or write
Thou
his salient
of Thee, all but
art.
Forsooth, some mild faith-healer went in
among men
And with
pen
Capernaum
;
the ethic ancient story feigned to touch
their heart.
And
so there
is
script for a
wicked world to mend
the old Evangels All the lingering doubts that haunted,
questioning
is
clenched 69
all
the
!
THE AVENGER No more and
the everlasting his angels
No more
prepared for the devil
;
worm
that
fire
that dieth not, the
that
fire
not quenched
is
" For
tell
us,"
are crying, " did ever son of
men
woman Utter so terrible words by Galilee's glistening strand Or,
?
so spoken' once, so stern, sure the lips were
if
but
human
That on
sin in the ruthless past
indelible
Then they its
brand
tell
has fixed the
" ?
But
what the people would have.
past gets no healing.
They make every Word
of
none
effect
;
as
word
of fairy.
They
forge
some monster
of
many
virtues
;
but
all
the revealing All the awe,
and the mystery melt from Thee,
thou Son of Mary
!
70
—
;;
THE AVENGER But hark
;
there
cease at last from this modern-
is
moral dreaming
;
Thine Avenger arises amidst the pedantic throng
And
;
the very Handwritings cut short their long
blaspheming
With
own weapon he
their
hand
shame
'tis
!
foils
them
;
in his
both sharp and strong.
Is
it
all,
their fine ethic
and research
apocalyptic
That, making of Thee
less e'en
than a prophet,
was so sweet Is it all,
— and not Thy Gospel
mangled, not Thou
they style the mystic,'
By
his pitiful
mocking
of the obsolete
Yes
!
to pass into
some limbo
!
unto proud Chorazin did a greater than
Solomon come, King
of each wavelet
on the tranced shore, each
breeze that blew.
71
;
THE AVENGER 'Twas the Anointed, Son of God, who spoke to Chorazin doom,
Whom
every
fin
that
swam
in
Galilee's
fiery
caldron knew.
The Son, whose
so
will,
was blending
will ever
Every wish, every
moment
And
He
for
Him
joy,
spoke, with a Father's
;
every word was each
:
Angels on the Son were then, and would be, descending
No
;
fear did ever shake that trust,
no doubt did
ever dim.
And He came, He was to die
;
He came new
No
ever saying, to suffer and
to
do a new Deed, not a Decalogue
to teach
Rabbi's
carpeted
room
for
Him
;
but
the
felon's calvary.
The time was too
short,
His people's wound too
deep, for painful speech.
72
;
;
:
THE AVENGER But that Anointed, He said (and the record hath the saying),
That murdered Son
Man
of
should soon come
amidst clouds in glory
For a
little while,
His
for
would be delaying
little flock,
;
But He kept the good wine end His
bliss to
King
their
to the last
;
and
story.
the
way
of scribbler
and
So Thou comest into Thine own again
;
that pointed
To Thee, O King, from rubbish scribe
And
is
clean
the blessed its
:
Kingdom
shall
come, when comes
Anointed
That was the goal flesh hast
Thou
of
Thy
heart
;
for that in the
been.
Thanks, then, for him
who from
the dust of strife
jewels divine did gather,
No more
fallen pearls
any swine
from a broken string for
to tread
73
;
THE AVENGER And on
the meaning of thy
of the
Did
O
the mercy
Father
set a light
may
Kingdom and
and
lustre,
whereby he that runs
read.
who deeper and
grant that he,
truer than
all
the critic crew
Fathomed
that which
and Thine eye was Deeper yet little
Till
may
ones
Thy
heart was choosing
seeing,
look into olden things that thy
knew
he hail thee himself Very God, very image
of thy Father's being.
74
—
—
Translated from the Greek i.
From Apollonius Rhodius The Witch Spell-bound,
Argonautics,
iii.
439-575* 616-827. 2.
From Nonnus The Elephant,
An
Dionysiacs, xxvi. 294-327.
Indian Sunrise, Dionysiacs, xxvii. 1-18.
The
Spoils
of
India,
239-274.
75
Dionysiacs,
xl.
; ;
The Witch Rough were
his
words
Spell-bound and Jason instant
:
And
with him Telamon and Augeas close
And
Argos, lingering only while he signed
To
his three brethren to
Then
rose,
;
remain behind.
as they strode from that barbaric hall
Seemed Aeson's son
And on
far goodliest of
him, through her bright
them
veil's
all
parted gauze,
Long did the maiden's sidelong glances pause
And
still
her thoughts, with anxious ardour
Following his
feet, like fluttering
So were those Four of
all
dreams, did
the palace
free.
Fearing her father's wrath Chalkiope
Quick to her chamber with her sons
Medea following
after, listless, lone.
77
lit,
is
gone,
flit.
—
;
:
THE WITCH SPELL-BOUND Love whispering Kept
that had been, fixed before her eyes
all,
The mien he had,
How And
how
sat,
his
spoke,
how
waking dream
in her
how he
mantles
There breathed no other Still
sweet memories
in her heart
wore,
passed towards the door of ecstasy
like
him, sure was she.
as
honey sweet
his phrases fall
And now remembrance changes Lest him the bulls, or him her
And now
to alarm
sire,
should harm
they've downright killed him
Steals soft
adown her
and a
;
cheek, for pity dear
Then comes the low lament, with many a
O why
so wild, poor heart,
Be he the No, no
O
:
best or basest, let
he's
meet indeed
why him
if
beneath the bulls
he'll find his
he learn before
Medea
ne'er exulted in his fate."
it
be too
78
tear
:
sob,
die
his fate to fly
O may
;
dost thou throb
grant him, Goddess mine, safe voyage
Or,
:
does that voice of his her ears enthral
On them
"
;
late,
!
home
doom,
:
?
THE WITCH SPELL-BOUND So
she, with
doubt distracted, anguish-wrung. its
crowds among
retracing tracks
upon the plain
They from
the City and
Were now
And Argos
thus to Jason spoke again
;
" Thou'lt blame me, son of Aeson, well
But we must venture
A
maiden
certain
Knows
all
Though on
if
we perchance persuade
my mother herein
to rely
:
,
entreaty try.
thou, are in dire jeopardy..
In loyal zeal he spoke " Sweet
like this.
hath no terrors with that aid
I fear, I will
we and
All,
:
the lore of herbs from Hecate.
conflict
Sorely
an hour
wis
I
there, I told to thee,
Her with her drugs The
in
:
friend,
I
:
and Jason then
gainsay
not
:
:
from ways
men Start back,
Go
all
that words
to thy mother's knees
And If
and
;
may do
essay.
thine utmost pray.
yet poor hope have I of our return
thus to any
womankind we 79
turn."
of
:
THE WITCH SPELL-BOUND Then quick they gain
the leaf-hung estuary.
There's joyous welcome, and the questions
But, joyless, Jason saddens " Is
Dear
friends, the
fly.
the band.
all
stubborn monarch of this land
angered with us to his very soul
His bargains bilk us of the glorious Goal.
Two
on Ares' champaign graze
bulls of his
Their hooves are bronze
;
;
their breath a burning
blaze.
With
these
two acres must we plough
With dragons'
teeth
he'll
give
then sow
;
us
these
:
throw
The Giants
And
up, bronze
these, ere
This challenge
Took
reckless
He ended
;
armoured cap-a-pie
:
day be done, must prostrate I
up
(no other words ;
I
be.
found)
and now thereto
am
bound."
each on each were looking there,
Each brow dejected
in a
mute
despair.
To break
the silence and to parlance burst
Peleus at
last,
and only Peleus, 80
durst.
will
;!
THE WITCH SPELL-BOUND " Princes, palaver
not needed
is
now
;
Rather, there's need of strength of hand, Jason,
if
thou art fain to keep thy word,
Out with thine armour, on thy But
if
of
Stir not, I will
man
He
in thee not sure
nor search
toil
some
in
still
And up
:
baldric gird
thou
other's heart
me
is
Telamon was
and Idas
to die." stirred
with heart see Meleager leap
The others
O
For
roll
he too was numbered
Still
friends, let this
my
in,
his chin.)
Argos counsels calm
be
last, if fight
mother's peaceful aid
'Twere better here a
Than go and
fling
a
little
life
;
ye must
I trust.
to refrain,
away, 81
;
!
to these paladins yield the palm,
silent sit.
in
;
rose the third.
Though yet no down was dark upon
"
art,
could Pollux nor could Castor keep
(That heroes'
And
;
I will try.
can bring
at this challenge
rose at once
Nor
it
not brook another.
The worst the But
trow.
I
— in vain. F
;
THE WITCH SPELL-BOUND A
witch-girl in Petes' hall hath
And Hecate hath With
:
charms made known.
to her all
these, or culled
grown
from land, or
sea's expanse,
'Tis hers to assuage the fire's fierce brilliance,
To bind
And
My
the torrent thundering
e'en the
And
sisters)
might devise
alliance for our dire emprise.
With her
coming hither
to the palace,
an
there attempt
my
Back
and
:
it
I'll
A
spoke
;
and
lo
!
;
mother to persuade itself
may
fell
;
My
Now
aid."
!
the trembler on to Jason's breast,
Its furious foe, transfixed,
Then on
;
Heaven's token from above,
mighty hawk down swooping on a dove
Both
"
go
please ye so
Perchance therein e'en Heaven
He
the strath,
Holy Moon on heaven's high path.
mother (they are
I said so
down
upon the mast.
the instant Mopsus, as inspired
friends, this
hap
is
as the gods desired.
your suasion use
to that virgin all
Ply her with speeches
;
;
let
82
her not refuse.
!
THE WITCH SPELL-BOUND Nor
will
she
;
knowingly
if
Phineus said
The Cyprian Queen our home-return must
aid.
This gentle bird, for certain, serveth her,
now escaped from
Just
And what As
if
To
this birdling to
'twere done,
So turn,
my
spoke
;
my
with
way
heart doth
May
I see.
friends, while
Argos' gentler
He
death, poor flutterer
this
it
:
tell,
be well
ye invoke that Power,
very hour."
memories
stirred
by Phineus'
name, Assenting
murmurs from the young men came.
But angered, and
for anger clamorous,
Idas in single discontentment rose
"
Women, methinks,
Ye would be
Who
;
sailed hitherward, not
shrieking to the Cyprian, then
dote on doves hawk-hunted
;
men
!
!
and would
shirk,
Strong though your hands, the mighty Wargod's work. Fye, then, and give yourselves from battle truce
Weak and un warlike wenches 83
to seduce
" !
THE WITCH SPELL-BOUND He ended
very low the murmurs ran
;
Amongst them
none
but
;
faced
wrathful
the
man;
Who
scowling sat him
down
then Jason stirred
;
His own heart and the other's with this word
:
" Let Argos go, since thus ye show your mind.
But shoreward
and
ye,
Your hawsers now,
in the open,
for,
whatsoe'er our fate,
To cower here screened from
No more he Back
said
;
bind
onset,
'tis
too late."
and by him instant sent
to the Colchian city Argos went.
They, as he bade, from that dim waterway
Draw up
their anchors,
Then with the gathered
force of
many an
;
oar
••••••
They beach •
But
and on shipboard lay
their
Argo on the
hostile shore.
to the girl in slumber as she lay
Came
surcease of
all
anguish of the day
;
Yet dreams from waking hours so passionate
Came
too, beguiling, nattering to her fate.
84
THE WITCH SPELL-BOUND She dreamed the Stranger now had been engaged
And
yet that combat grim
To win But
the Fleece
;
had not been waged
nor therefore had he come
for herself, to bear her to his
dreamed
She
;
home.
had joined the
herself
:
and
strain
stress,
Yoking the
bulls with easeful dexterousness
But then her parents had
;
their troth forsook
(Since he, not she, the trial undertook),
And with Till
the Stranger they had long debate
both had made her umpire of his
Then
she, all reckless of the unfilial
fate.
wrong,
Her Stranger chose before that courtly throng
A
:
cry of agony and anger broke
From
sire
and mother
:
with that cry she woke.
Quivering she started up
;
and
in
amaze
Searched her high chamber-walls with wandering gaze.
Scarce to her breast her flitting heart returned
Then
:
into words, thick-coming words, she burned.
85
THE WITCH SPELL-BOUND '
"
Ah me
Some
Ah Off
what dreams yet
!
what fond
!
let
On me
yet
lies.
girl at
home.
the maiden's glory shine
;
these high ancestral halls be mine. ;
— no, no
Never, without I
!
fancies to that Stranger roam.
him wed some Grecian
let still
Still let
Will
mine ears and eyes
mischief in these heroes' coming
!
And
fill
;
my
not shameless utterly, asking me,
sister's
abet that hero in the strife
For she too trembles,
for her
own
;
sons'
life.
That, that, might pour on the tormenting flame
Of reckless love the water
She
rises,
and
all
of fair fame."
barefoot on the floors,
Thin-clad in linen night-dress, opes her doors.
Right fain
is
And now no
she to seek her sister's side
gate and vestibule divide
;
:
Passing along she has reached the very room,
But shame holds back, where love has made her
come
;
86
THE WITCH SPELL-BOUND And backward Stealthy to her
Once more she
sends those poor irresolute feet
And
in retreat.
issues forth, the goal to gain
Once more those
Shame
chamber
still
feet are gliding in again.
ever holds her back, whene'er she
then,
when shame has
A
;
bride keeps
in
for her
young bridegroom,
Nor dares amongst her handmaidens
Him Or
loss,
and conscious
cruel fate has taken
ere their
in her corner ever
And
looks,
And
from the
to go,
of her
through
though
fires
woe
:
doth she crouch
silent tears,
towards her couch,
within her bosom burn,
fears to fleering
;
light,
mutual passion found delight
But
Silent
bed.
a chamber's gloom
mourning
Shamed by her
;
next, minished
down and writhed upon her
by kith wedded,
As,
stirs
held, bold passion spurs.
Thrice started she, thrice stayed
Cast herself
;
womenkind
So mourned and moaned Medea. 87
to turn
:
Passing by
THE WITCH SPELL-BOUND A
serving girl beheld her agony
Then straightway
;
told Chalkiope within
With her sons planning how her aid Strange was the news
And
"
yet she believed
quick from chamber on to chamber
There lay her
On
;
to win.
sister
it
true
;
flew.
with fresh bleeding scars
her young cheeks, eyes swimming in big tears.
Ah
whence
!
these tears,
Medea mine
?
"
she
cries:
"
What
Is it
pain
is
this thine
inmost being
tries
?
a fever thrilling every bone,
Or threatening from Threatening of
my
father,
me and mine
!
makes thee moan
O
would that
?
I
Far from these homes and their barbarity Birdlike to boundary of earth
Where Then
e'en fierce Colchis'
o'er her face the
But answer came not
had flown
name was never known
sudden crimson came too, for
;
maiden shame.
Truth, to her eager tongue-tip almost brought,
88
" !
;
;;
THE WITCH SPELLBOUND Back
to her
Truth
O
to that sweet gate,
this at last she
love
is
sent,
in deceit
bold, to counterfeit.
sire (that's
what
I fear)
swift destruction to thy children dear,
As well
as to the Strangers
In dreams I've had in O,
was
no further went.
stammered
and
quick,
" Chalkiope, our
Means
only thought
flitted,
to the passage of her lips
But come But
bosom
may Heaven
Nor anguish
of
my
!
O, the fright
short sleep to-night.
may come
grant they never
bereavement
fall
on you
In craft she spoke, the mother's heart to
true
" !
stir,
Her
offspring threatened, aid to entreat from her
And
that which scheming passion
made her say
Struck to her listener's heart right dire dismay " This, fearing this," she cried, " to thee
To
;
I
;
came,
plan some rescue, and to work the same.
Swear now by
earth,
and swear by Heaven,
That our staunch fellow-worker thou 89
to me,
wilt be,
;
THE WITCH SPELL-BOUND 0, by the Blest, thyself, thy name, ne'er brook
On murdered me and murdered mine Lest from the realms of Death
A
to look
;
wander back
I
vengeance ever on thy track."
frightful
She spoke, and bursting into tears she crept
To
clasp her knees
and on her bosom wept.
;
There, head o'er head lamenting, the low calls
Of each to each were plaintive through the
Then out Medea " Sister
thy
!
have
I
I
words
of curses
talkest,
Would
cried, distressfully,
are
strange
What
!
cure
I,
That thus
Thou
halls.
and
hanging
of
o'er
my head
vengeance from the dead
was sure to save them
!
At the
?
least,
swear your Oath, for Colchians solemnest
By Heaven, by Though
So she
;
all
mother-Earth,
I'll
thee befriend
thy prayers in unfruition end."
and then outspake Chalkiope
" Right welcome to that Stranger 90
it
;
would be
THE WITCH SPELL-BOUND thou couldst dare, from
If
Some
trick,
O
my
for
some
lesson
sons' sake tell
all
how
thy witcheries,
to
combat
His need
!
is
tell
well.
sore
:
Argos he sends, his own ambassador. Argos
is
here within the palace gate
But now
I left
him, when
I
;
heard thy state."
Medea's heart leapt up, hot crimson flushed
That
face
;
upon those eyes "
Yet answered she I'll
work thy
;
will,
My
love's
sister,
dimness rushed.
never fear
whate'er to thee be dear.
Ne'er in mine eyes shine more the morning gold,
me among
Ne'er mayst thou If
ever aught of
Than
thou,
all
the quick behold,
creation be
and than thy
sons,
more dear
to me.
For they are kinsmen, playmates, brothers mine
Thy
sister, I
am
daughter too of thine.
For thou,
my
Me
oft as
them an
Go
;
So
and our
my
mother used to
tell,
didst rest
infant on thy breast.
plot in silence
bury deep
;
preparings from our sire to keep. 91
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THE WITCH SPELL-BOUND At dawn to Hecate's
To bear him drugs
here engage
I
the bull's
So, quickly then Chalkiope
Back
to her sons
;
Then shame, then Thus
is
to assuage."
gone
sits alone.
the other
To
comes again.
terror,
and
in a sire's despite,
The lands
fire
man
for a
are plunged in darkness
;
plan
!
from
still
sterns
Steersmen look up where great Orion burns
And
the Bear circles
Spent travellers long
Worn
now
;
for
;
their dear repose
as their gates they close
warders win their slumbers
balms
;
of sleep
E'en o'er a late-bereaved mother creep.
No dog
barks through the town
sound
But
no murmur of
;
silence hushes blackness
Not so Medea's night
Whom
;
;
wreathed around.
no sleep
for her,
fearsome-fond anticipations
stir,
Beneath those furious bulls how shockingly
Soon down the War-god's furrow he must 92
die.
;
THE WITCH SPELL-BOUND Fast caged within her bosom that poor heart
Can
no
find
rest
;
it
can but throb and dart,
Quick as a chambered sunray shooting up
From wave
just
poured in cauldron or in cup
As whirls the water,
so
it
lights the
room,
Hither and thither brandished in the gloom
;
heart quivering to and fro
;
Thus
the
is
girl's
;
And
tender trickling tears of pity flow
And
fraught with pain an inly-mouldering flame
Wraps
the thin fibres of her delicate frame
Mounts
to the very
Where ache
When
;
is
crown
of her blond
head
ever sorest, passion-fed,
in a heart
on wings that never
Fall the barbed arrows of a
And now
;
young
tire
desire
;
she thought the assuaging drugs to
give;
And now
she
would not
;
nor herself would
live.
Now, But
or to give, or perish, she would not
just with folded
hands endure her 93
lot.
!
THE WITCH SPELL-BOUND
In doubt she
sits
and
;
still
"
Ah
I
cannot think to choose.
!
me,
it is
For the pain
Would
doubt she
cries
but choice of miseries.
itself
;
this
No hope burning
had been by her
I
in
of ease
will
not cease.
swift darts subdued,
Darts of the huntress queen of maidenhood,
Or
ere I
Or
ere
saw
my
this Searcher of the Fleece
sister's
;
sons set foot in Greece
!
For now by God, or Furies, driven they're here
To touch
the springs of
many
a bitter tear
Perish that Stranger on his battlefield, If
on that fallow dire
For how should
Compound
Ah
!
with
the drugs
?
is
sealed.
sire so vigilant,
What
tale
me, there's no concealment
Meet him,
And
I,
his fate
will
he be with
his
yet no hope his death
Tis death
to me,
if
!
should
And when
company
So perish modesty and outward show
!
I
?
my hurt may mend
his dear life should
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invent
I
end
!
;
?
;
THE WITCH SPELL-BOUND I'll
save him
And
that
Disengaged then
!
same hour he
My death-noose
That
will the
And even
My
tale
of poison for
bonds
him go
victor, I will die
is
from yon rafters
Or drink the cup
let
of soul
I will tie
my
;
;
;
thirst,
and body burst
;
then they'll come and look their scorn
through town and country
will
be borne
;
;
Hither and thither every gadding dame
my
Will have upon her lips '
She died from caring
Lovesick for him, her
Her mother nought
'
name
an outlander
for
was nought
sire
— ah
shocking
what
!
will
;
to her
Then that
foul mischief will unuttered be."
She spoke
;
and
straight her casket
Drugs good were there She took
it
;
on her knees
Of her short
life
and drugs ;
went to
!
find.
of deadly kind
but then the thought
the tears in torrents brought 95
!
to lay
life
and leave thine end a mystery
;
;
they not say
Poor wretch, 'twere best down here thy This night
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THE WITCH SPELL-BOUND Tears, endless tears, were drenching
The piteous measure
Then was she
And
put
it
of a
deep
all
her dress,
distress.
fain to choose the deadliest
to her lips
;
and be
at rest.
And now
her slender hand
Lo
stayed by a strange countershock
!
it is
The grave and With sudden
its
What
on the lock
!
terror to her heart it,
comes home
;
in her mind's swift glance
in life she cared for all advance.
joys there were in living that sweet while
The merry playmates
of her girlhood smile
And
to see the sun
Now
;
unutterable gloom
And, beckoning from Sweet things
is
more sweet
light
would
!
;
fling
that she grasps aright each living thing.
Down
she has put the case where death
Her mind, by Here's Impatient only
Even the
now
first faint
To go and
give
him
grace,
is
is
mixed
elsewhere fixed,
for cheerful
morn,
glimmerings of dawn, at her trysting place
The assuaging charms, and meet him 96
face to face.
!
THE WITCH SPELL-BOUND How
oft her portal's crossbar
does she
lift
Peering in darkness for that golden
rift
With rapture now
she
And
figures
its far-cast
dimly moving
beam
greets,.
in the streets.
His brothers there, as Argos bade, had stayed
To watch
forthgoings of the magic
maid
;
Himself, to arrange betimes the fateful day,
Was
speeding back where mighty Argo lay.
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The Elephant From Ostha next There elephants
And
Or
feed
;
is
roam
;
to each,
One by another
close,
from head-crown black, to mighty
tusk projecting arms each lengthy jaw
The
tapering trunk can
The massive The nape,
clip,
hunch
The roomy back can take a Knees,
feet,
The neck
is
Holds eyes as wild
Of
reptile's head,
Then, when
'tis
it
:
;
is
down
;
grown.
countless throng
beneath unstaggering lowly arched
toes.
as sickle, straw.
foot can tread the jungle
as camel's, to a
;
an hundred reach,
see the years to twice
thrice, their goals.
They
A
in nursing jungles
nature's self so bounteous
They
come
the harnessed warriors
;
roll along.
the front enorme
boar's, but the expansive
form
spreads so vast and broad.
moving on the marching road, 98
;
THE ELEPHANT on the brow beneath,
Its fleshless ears flap
Swung
And on The
by the
into motion
the flanks, as
if
gentlest breath
to quicken,
sent
is
short slight tail in ceaseless brandishment.
And Trunk E'en
oft in battle rushing
on the foe
raised, in bull-like charge tusks pointing low,
so, it
reaches warriors on their car
With strange sharp twin-toothed weapon
And The
with
its
:
Then where he
To
it
twisting
and arms and man
downward
then,
Impales him on
Once more
its
lies
whirls
aloft
as he drops from high,
pointed ivory. a dead
man
in the dust
him up with angry
still its
thrust
:
nostril in its ire
folds as thick as spiny serpent's spire,
Lowers those sharp falchions
To
war
of its
prehensile nostril seizing oft
soldier, shield
It flings
And
;
its
very
feet, as if for
99
in its
combat
jawbone
yet.
set
An Now
Indian Sunrise
bidding balmy Sleep outspread his wings
Dawn
all
her orient portals open
flings,
Leaving her lord's bright chamber
:
arrowy gleams
Of whiteness glimmer on black Ganges' streams, And, blasted as by
fire,
the
mounds
Sundered to misty masses take
And showered abundant from The
glittering
of night
their flight,
her pearly car
dewdrops drench the standing
ear.
Next, shepherd swart of flocking years, the sun
Has harnessed Loud
is
the
all his fire-fed
morn
:
'tis
steeds to run.
Battle that he hears
Midst bickering helms, and clashing of the spears.
So
lifts
And
he up his beacon for the fray
o'er the plains
more crimson pours ioo
his day.
1
AN INDIAN SUNRISE Ah
!
strange and bloodred in that fateful hour
His haze was shed
Where dusty Were dyed
And
:
it
told of streams of gore,
levels of the blue
in
champaign
hues of that ensanguined
rain,
the steel morions, burnished for the fight,
Made
fiercer
splendours of the fierce sunlight
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The And
Spoils of India
then each liveried dancer of the god
Lent to her shoe his madness as she See
A
trod.
stamping wildly with resounding
!
feet,
Satyr whirled across with rhythmic beat
And
as he flew, for surer balancement,
Upon
a frenzied
Then footmen
girl his
hand was
leant.
of the Born-of-thunder
Through the wild dance
;
and
dash
all
their
targes
clash
Advancing sure
in quick-revolving
wheel
Corybants in armoured
They beat
like
There
with glancing helms, the horsemen go
too,
who conquers every
reel
Hymning
the god
And none
are voiceless there, though in their cries
One tongue shouts ever " Evce 102
foe
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THE SPOILS OF INDIA
All treasures
from the plundered orient
His soldiers bore
One with
one with a jasper went
:
sapphires,
stones
with holy
streaked
light
One with
great sheets of pale green malachite.
Others beneath the noble crags of Kush Their elephants' slow captive columns push.
From
caves that pierce great Himalaya's heart
Another hies with In triumph
To
A
home
lions to his cart :
another
ties his
band
lead a leopard to the iEolian strand.
Satyr dances by with vinous thong
Lashing his spotted tiger
Another
for the
fast along.
temple-maid he wed
Brings from the brakes a scented cane salt-fed
Or those
pale treasures of the sea that shine
Deep
in the
bosom
And,
in her
chamber caught, her spouse beside
of the Indian brine
;
Haled by her hair went many a dusky bride 103
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THE SPOILS OF INDIA Their slave-necks
bent
beneath the Bacchante's
band.
But
she,
Went
with streams of wealth on arm and hand,
flitting
Till all the
up
to Tmolus' heights
and sang
mountain with her " Evce " rang.
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