Part 3

When the low crooning insects cry Creep the white elves soft, and slow, Hush thee, Sweet! and hear the merry Pipes a-tuning For thy lullaby!

FANTASY

I hear the fluttering wind, I see The shadows on the grass. I wish that you would come to me! I would not let you pass! But springing up from where I lie, I take you in my arms, would I! I’d tell you where white heather grows, I’d kiss you, and I’d hold you close, I would not let you pass!

Here, by my side, you’d watch with me Cloud shadows on the grass. If chance that you should come may be, I will not let you pass! Where the lost faerie kingdoms lie, I’ll tell in wonder-tales--will I! And as the brilliant fancy grows, I’ll kiss you, and I’ll hold you close, I will not let you pass!

ROUNDELS

THE INSPIRATION

These songs I sing to you, who song inspire. Would I a message new might find and bring! Or touch with a live spark of heavenly fire These songs I sing!

Take them, for they are doves with fluttering wing,-- They try to reach your window: lift them higher-- Up to your heart--there warm and nestling They shall find home, and life! If love aspire Shall it not speak? To voice a holy thing, To voice the heart’s deep need--the soul’s desire These songs I sing.

LUCE ADORABILE

You came to me when I had turned and said:-- “This, in my darkened life can never be, My ways are in the stumbler’s paths instead!” You came to me High and unprejudiced and spirit free. Wearing God’s seal upon your pure forehead, Dearest, you bent from your bright way to see My flickering torch: your own, live-flashing, red Rekindled the faint flame. Thus holily, A radiance, a light when light had fled, You came to me.

TEACH MY SONG

Kind and Dear you are, and Brave and Strong. Life has taught you worth of smile and tear; Still your spirit’s tenor flows along Kind and Dear.

Turn to me, on whom for many a year Fate has wrought its work of bitter wrong; (Scarce my veilèd vision sees you clear!)

On your brow is Peace, to you belong Life’s best gifts, oh lend me Faith and Cheer! Show me Truth and Beauty, teach my song, Kind and Dear!

THE APOSTROPHE

Go, unsaid thought, wordless and songless both! With fluttering pinions, still unseen, unsought, Circle the spirit’s white flame like a moth-- Go--unsaid thought!

Go to the one by whom my soul is taught; Go--wing your joyous journey, nothing loth Like sunbeams in the hearts of lilies caught,

Like perfume that eludes, yet lingereth;-- Until your subtle mission’s fully wrought-- To charm, as a dear dream’s pale image doth,-- Go--unsaid thought!

CARRIER DOVES

Friend, unto thee I bend my constant thought; Its current running as a stream to sea, From hidden sources of my being brought, Friend, unto thee.

If the wise wonders of the world could be Found by a spell, sure my quick love had sought Each potent and elusive mystery.

Into an amulet together wrought To charm thee! With this full confession free-- I loose my doves to-day, their ways are taught, Friend, unto thee!

THE NEW FRIEND

Friend--my restless spirit never knew What good gifts the heavens kept late to send Till the dear day dawned that brought me--_you_, Friend!

Lacking love like this, too many wend Graveward. Highest heaven holds few Joys like this, with cruel pain to blend.

I who know not Peace may feel its dew; I who have no prayers may kneel and bend In this gentle presence;--dear and new Friend!

L’OISEAU DES BOIS

Last night I heard in the wood green and still, The sweetest music sung by any bird. I never knew the soul of song, until Last night I heard.

Pure as life’s morning, warm as love first stirred, Fresh it outpoured our close attent to fill. Dearest, you were beside me, and your word Did through the heavenly harmonies distil The spirit’s joy: and grosser sense was blurred. I never knew the soul of Love, until-- Last night I heard!

GOD’S IS THE NIGHT

Good night,--Love rules the world,--Sleep you!-- There is no evil in Love’s sight. See how heaven’s lamps swing in the blue,-- Good night! Oh what avails the futile flight Of thought to bless the long dark through? _Deep is the darkness_, and, despite Of Love, our care is frail to do For those we love: but all is right, _God’s is the darkness_; friend, to you-- Good night!

CHRISTMAS

Dearest ... for thee I make my Christmas song! A song of holly and of fragrant tree, Of festivals, that sweep their happy throng, Dearest, for thee!

Look ... how the folding snow is on the lea; See the fine hoar frost lie the hedge along And the white holy stars shine mistily. A Christmas gift held high, though winds are strong, A warm and glowing gift, though ice may be, Comes star-blest, Christ-blest, over pain and wrong, Dearest, for thee!

LOVE’S UNIVERSE

I find in thee fields, valleys, plains, and hills. Deep tender depths, a forest and a sea. All that the warm wide Earth with beauty fills I find in thee.

Each a small part of God’s fair world are we, Each one to a quick pulse of nature thrills Or mirrors in his soul a mystery.

All sweetness that the summer wind distils, And all of winter beauty that may be, All that wakes ecstasy, or calms, or stills, I find in thee!

SUMMER

Sea and sand and here our small home’s place is Where the low suns flush the warm wide land Golden flooding, till the whole world’s face is Sea and Sand.

Far beyond our horizons, expand Happy bays--they say: but the wave’s race is _Toward_ our love-bound island, tempest-banned. Here for you and me the season’s grace is, Here the heart’s response, the touch of hand Make love’s universe, and Heaven’s embrace is Sea and Sand.

WINTER

Sand and sea, and white gull’s fluttering feather Down upon the beach, the salt pool’s fee. Birds have left to storm and the wind’s tether Sand and Sea.

Warm and bright those southern ports may be, Here, the ribald winter rules the weather Crying in the bending, tossing tree:

We are two--sweetheart--and care not whether Summer reign, or Winter--so that we Live and love, as close as kiss together Sand and Sea.

AMOR IN EXCELSIS

I love you so that I would rather have Your happiness than any joy below. I would give up my soul your soul to save, I love you so!

If round your island like sea should flow The dearest gifts men ever sought or gave-- My heart’s desire should on the first crest glow!

My love counts pain and death small things to brave; My love shall find the joy the immortals know; And triumph o’er the future--and the grave,-- I love you so!

THE ROSE

Never again, Dearest, oh never more! Not in the spring-time’s swift enchanted reign, Shall hope to hope, shall love to love implore, Never again!

Not in the summer--nor when autumn’s wane Blows the dry leaves along earth’s windy floor, Nor in the winter: that strange joy and pain

No seasons’ circle ever can restore. The roses of to-day no tears shall stain,-- They’re thornless! You shall see the rose you wore Never again!

WHERE ARE YOU, DEAR?

Where are you, Dear, now that the winter white Has nearly run its course? Spring will be here And birds shall sing as home they wing their flight, “Where are you, Dear?”

Thus I have sung and waited thro’ the year, Saying at morning: “You will come with night?” And in the night: “With the dawn kind and clear,

“You will pass by!” My little dwelling bright Has its soft curtains drawn; I wait the cheer Your presence brings by day and candle-light; “Where are you, Dear?”

LA MORT EST TOUJOURS FIDÈLE!

Gone!... And steal the shadows grey Where our window shone Late with lights; too soon are they Gone.

All that Heaven won When it took you, love, away My heaven’s built upon:--

“Joy of life--Come back a day!” But the path leads on Through the night.... Grief wakes to say “Gone!”

THE WATCH

By candle-light when every fine flame played About your bed so long and cold and white,-- I sat and kept my watch, and wept and prayed By candle-light.

Till memories a holy, holy flight Came back from our far childhood’s years, and stayed Touching us with their wings. And to thy bright

High presence, “I will be all days” (I said) “A torch to hold thy spirit’s flame aright.” This was the tender promise that I made By candle-light.

THE YEAR’S END

What are my ways now that my Love is dead? As candles round a bier stand future days. Must I then read in annals of years fled What are my ways? On, the Time-reaping shining sickle sways; I watch in fog and rain with bended head; And for no flower swathe the cold blade stays. If memory were a solace, hearts that bled Were healed long since!... Now the quick tear betrays I may not with my past be comforted: What are my ways?

OUTRE MORT

You came to me in visions of the night, Your pale brow bound by a bright ring of flame; High, unapproachable, and dazzling white, You came.

I rose and called you by your dearest name;-- “Tell me,” I said, “how go the hours’ flight In that far land? Do men strive there for Fame

And Love?” Then I lost sense and sight: You bent to me,--your kisses were the same As when, long since, to be my life’s delight You came.

DEAD LOVE

Dark the day when love is gone-- When the vital spark Dies, and leaves the soul of one Dark.

April for the birds shall hark. March’s wildness sown, June with crimson bloom shall mark. What has hope to build upon Cold and stiff and stark? All the future stretches on Dark.

SONNETS

VIVA! ANIMA CARISSIMA

I

Hail, Dearest! could verse make you live again I’d rise with pallid-circled dawn to write Until the veiled, the jealous hand of night (Like Death that snatched you from the world of men) Cloud up my thought and tracery of my pen. Then would I burn the gentle candle-light Till, fading spectre, sank each tall mast white And cold stars lent their brilliant lanterns.... Then Should slumber only hold me till a dream Brought new enraptured rhythm--new song to give Through vision of your soul’s transcendent flame. Youth, life, and love, should harness to the theme Draw to Olympus--pleading Jove for Fame. Oh Dearest, if my verse could make you live!

II

Hail, hail!... Where the horizon fades and glows, Last night I seemed to see you standing, Sweet. Light mantled you from starry head to feet; Aureoles bound your brows, pale flame on Snows. Belovèd,--in your hand you held a Rose, No flower immortal, red as hearts that beat For earthly love, nor know the winding-sheet. Who loves, who has been loved, the Symbol knows! As you came toward me, with the Rose, royal, Faint heart took cheer;--cheeks wan with sullen grief Grew bright with thought of Bliss beyond the Veil. _Nirvana_ holds no lover’s heart in thrall. I wear the Rose, a kiss, each crimson leaf Warm with your lips.... Hail my Beloved!... Hail!

III

If Fate had said, when first I saw thee stand Straight, tall, and beautiful, and all my own-- “This is for you, the kingdom and the throne “The rule and the dominion of the land; “Eyes, lips, and benison of dearest hand, “Caress of voice, and laugh, and lowest tone; “Choose! Will you surfeit, then go forth alone, “Because so favoured the more cursed and banned?” I’d choose to lack thee! Ignorant, and blest Though love and thee were to have heaven possessed. Oh who would face the desolation’s sting Or choose to live bereft, with memory?

I still may find after my Winter--Spring If Fate would wipe the tablets clear of thee.

IV

When they together saw the Calendar Slip by in months that wore Spring all days long, He made his lover’s verse and roundel song, The burthen of the rhyme his love of her!... What though the storm swept by with rainy stir, And winds, like ghosts, would ’round the windows throng, They sat heart-linked, hand-linked; and bright and strong Riot ran through their veins like Midsummer. For palm to palm is exquisite as May; And lip on lip is mad July at best! Where is the fire for this pale winter’s day? For one who sits alone at Death’s behest? Ghosts of the storm peer in with charnel mirth At ghosts of ashes on the gusty hearth.

EXCOMMUNICATE

I do not find an altar, or a priest, Nor any sacred still confessional; Masses and vespers, I must shun them all, Tho’ every belfry bid me to the feast! I may not wear the cross upon my breast; Nor make its sign;--or in repentance fall Before the nichèd saint. In canticle I must not chaunt one frail blurred note, or least.

For my religion is my joy and shame; My priest, my altar, canticle, and mass Art thou! and lest thou hear my creed, and know; Shouldst hear me sing my love, or pray thy name-- Unshriven with my burden I must go; Proud, excommunicate, I pagan pass!

THE CONFESSION

Oh, when I saw you yesterday I stood Trembling and silent; thus you could not know The vibrant, singing beauty, stealing slow, A sacred fire through my veins and blood. In the poor, songless, unawakened wood Of lute forgotten, who can guess the flow Of hidden harmonies to overthrow The heart and sense if one set free the flood? As the deaf master never hears the tone His genius wakes; so you, who make me sing, And all the pulses of my life control, Know but my silence, whilst for you alone Music and thought and song their concourse ring. Turn, then, and hear the love-song of my soul.

THE KINGDOM

Behold I bring a Kingdom in my hand, Oh bend your eyes upon it!... Ways of peace Lead by its rivers. Fields of rest are these Above the endless skies of God expand. Oceans of dear delight kiss on the sand, And azure islands lift their waving trees Where virgin forests’ twined interstices Shadow the pools of sleep, deep inland seas!

This is my lovely Kingdom.... Tho’ you reign Over an empire, proud, imperial, Annex this land of beauty to your part; Else, like a mirage, seen, then lost again It fade forever! Kingdoms vanish all-- Immortal is the land of love, Sweetheart!

AMOR VICTRIX

Strong Death, proud power invisible, even now Slowly thou drawest near me in the dark,-- And though within me the clear glowing spark Of life is warm and beats in heart and brow, My body shall grow colder, till I bow, White as the ash, thine unresisting mark. But for the word from the veiled years I hark,-- As calm and as invincible as Thou. And when at last I feel thy kisses,--Death,-- My fading lips shall smiling tell thee this-- “Master thou art not! On my Spirit’s shrine Deathless, although the altar crumbleth. Ascend twin flames in one,--to find God’s bliss, As God immortal,--my Love’s love and mine!”

SAINT OUEN

Oh shrive my soul, Belovèd! Yesterday I placed two candles, straight and slim and fair Before a virgin’s altar, kneeling there For our united lives and love to pray. Around me the cathedral’s stillness lay; The mystery of God was everywhere; Lifting the misty aisles through incensed air Uprose the threading pillars, dim and grey.

God heard my prayer: and He forgave my need, If after that day’s grace and majesty I fall and pay my sin with bitter cost;-- You who have taught me prayer again, and creed, Bend down in dear forgiveness unto me! Shrive me, Belovèd! or my soul is lost.

RENUNCIATION

I have not ever reached for Paradise; Nor sought beyond my fellows to be blessed. Nor hoped where all men fail;--but quick confessed The Limit, and the taunting Mark that flies. But since I’ve seen thy soul without disguise; And dreamed thy love’s great passion once expressed; I’ve known my portion’s good in one sole best:-- Thy love and thee,--strong Spirit pure and wise! To read thro’ tortuous lines, at length to see What is the single goal, the heart’s desire, And then without possession learn to live,-- Is Life...! Toward this, my chastened mind I give, And thro’ Renunciation dare aspire To reach God’s light, thro’ love and loss of thee.

ENVOI

A song of France in the autumn time, When rooks fly low, then go calling, calling That summer’s a thing of long ago, For the golden warmth you would never know, But the bronze-brown forests tell you so, And the leaves are falling, falling.

The broad, bright river shines and flows In sweeps of blue; then goes singing, singing, Where borders of fern in crimson line Are aglow like flame in the late sunshine. In little slim poplars straight and fine, Mistletoe’s clinging, clinging.

What matter after the sun goes down If chill creeps out from the forest’s hollow, Promising winter that earth affrays? Is not the course of the year always Toward spring,--and glory of golden days To follow, follow, follow?

The light of the late year’s in my heart! It will not linger on death or dying. Like leaves of the forest, sere and gone, Are hopes of a future it once looked on; But Life and Love to goals to be won, Go flying, flying, flying.