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7087 lines
282 KiB
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<section id="titlepage" epub:type="titlepage frontmatter">
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<h1 epub:type="title">Poetry</h1>
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<p>By <b epub:type="z3998:author z3998:personal-name">Ameen Rihani</b>.</p>
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<nav id="toc" epub:type="toc">
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<h2 epub:type="title">Table of Contents</h2>
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<ol>
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<li>
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<a href="#titlepage">Titlepage</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#imprint">Imprint</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#dedication">Dedication</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#salaam">Salaam</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#halftitlepage">Poetry</a>
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<ol>
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<li>
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<a href="#ever-to-be">Ever to Be</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#upon-the-peak-of-sanneen">Upon the Peak of Sanneen</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-philistine">The Philistine</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#my-burnoose">My Burnoose</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#a-spring-dirge">A Spring Dirge</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#fardi-wa-nafli" lang="ar-Latn" xml:lang="ar-Latn">Fardi wa Nafli</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#adele">Adele</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#nectar-and-blood">Nectar and Blood</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#resurrection">Resurrection</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#disarmed-desire">Disarmed Desire</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#a-better-woe">A Better Woe</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-first-and-last">The First and Last</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#in-the-meadow">In the Meadow</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#o-sweet-sometime">O, Sweet Sometime</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#a-bed-of-flame">A Bed of Flame</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-sister-of-death">The Sister of Death</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#retribution">Retribution</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#let-thine-eyes-whisper">Let Thine Eyes Whisper</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#lilatu-laili" lang="ar-Latn" xml:lang="ar-Latn">Lilatu Laili</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#midnight-mood">Midnight Mood</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#thy-smile">Thy Smile</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#unadorned">Unadorned</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#dissolution">Dissolution</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#a-serenade">A Serenade</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-brass-bed">The Brass Bed</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#three-golden-threads">Three Golden Threads</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#independent-blossoms">Independent Blossoms</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-god-of-my-goddess">The God of My Goddess</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#a-peasants-song">A Peasant’s Song</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#her-first-sorrow">Her First Sorrow</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#a-nocturn">A Nocturn</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#saada">Saada</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#stolen-salvias">Stolen Salvias</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#jealousy">Jealousy</a>
|
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#beneath-the-salvias">Beneath the Salvias</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#gone-with-the-swallows">Gone with the Swallows</a>
|
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#to-the-sonnet">To the Sonnet</a>
|
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-tomb-and-the-rose">The Tomb and the Rose</a>
|
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#rest">Rest</a>
|
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</li>
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<li>
|
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<a href="#the-flatiron-and-the-ruins-of-palmyra">The “Flatiron” and the Ruins of Palmyra</a>
|
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</li>
|
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<li>
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<a href="#it-was-all-for-him">It Was All for Him</a>
|
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#repentance">Repentance</a>
|
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</li>
|
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<li>
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<a href="#o-give-me-strength-to-take">O, Give Me Strength to Take</a>
|
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</li>
|
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<li>
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<a href="#near-the-cascades">Near the Cascades</a>
|
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#onward-keep">Onward Keep</a>
|
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#allah-wa-ana" lang="ar-Latn" xml:lang="ar-Latn">Allah wa Ana</a>
|
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#in-memory-of-e-m-el-k">In Memory of <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">E. M.</abbr> El-<abbr epub:type="z3998:personal-name">K.</abbr></a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#to-abul-ala">To Abu’l-Ala</a>
|
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</li>
|
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<li>
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<a href="#the-towers-and-the-night">The Towers and the Night</a>
|
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-end-and-the-beginning">The End and the Beginning</a>
|
||
</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-cataclysm">The Cataclysm</a>
|
||
</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#reflections">Reflections</a>
|
||
</li>
|
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<li>
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<a href="#the-song-of-siva">The Song of Siva</a>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li>
|
||
<a href="#the-fruits-of-death">The Fruits of Death</a>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li>
|
||
<a href="#constantinople">Constantinople</a>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li>
|
||
<a href="#andalusia">Andalusia</a>
|
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<ol>
|
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<li>
|
||
<a href="#andalusia-1"><span epub:type="z3998:roman">I</span>: Alcazar</a>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li>
|
||
<a href="#andalusia-2"><span epub:type="z3998:roman">II</span>: Alhambra</a>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li>
|
||
<a href="#andalusia-3"><span epub:type="z3998:roman">III</span>: The Mosque</a>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li>
|
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<a href="#andalusia-4"><span epub:type="z3998:roman">IV</span>: <span lang="ar-Latn" xml:lang="ar-Latn">Al-Zahra</span></a>
|
||
</li>
|
||
</ol>
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</li>
|
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<li>
|
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<a href="#in-the-palm-groves-of-memphis">In the Palm Groves of Memphis</a>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li>
|
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<a href="#prayer-in-the-desert">Prayer in the Desert</a>
|
||
</li>
|
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<li>
|
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<a href="#water-and-flowers">Water and Flowers</a>
|
||
</li>
|
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<li>
|
||
<a href="#the-song-of-rain">The Song of Rain</a>
|
||
</li>
|
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<li>
|
||
<a href="#the-house-of-night">The House of Night</a>
|
||
</li>
|
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<li>
|
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<a href="#after-reading-king-lear">After Reading King Lear</a>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li>
|
||
<a href="#the-wanderer">The Wanderer</a>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li>
|
||
<a href="#lebanus">Lebanus</a>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li>
|
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<a href="#the-pagan">The Pagan</a>
|
||
</li>
|
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<li>
|
||
<a href="#the-lost-disciple">The Lost Disciple</a>
|
||
</li>
|
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<li>
|
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<a href="#from-the-arabic">From the Arabic</a>
|
||
</li>
|
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<li>
|
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<a href="#she-went-out-singing">She Went Out Singing</a>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li>
|
||
<a href="#hanem">Hanem</a>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li>
|
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<a href="#o-freedom">O Freedom</a>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li>
|
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<a href="#the-road-of-make-believe">The Road of Make-Believe</a>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li>
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<a href="#renunciation">Renunciation</a>
|
||
</li>
|
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<li>
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<a href="#a-sufi-song">A Sufi Song</a>
|
||
</li>
|
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<li>
|
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<a href="#the-two-brothers">The Two Brothers</a>
|
||
</li>
|
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<li>
|
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<a href="#god-of-the-distances-hear-us">God of the Distances, Hear Us</a>
|
||
</li>
|
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<li>
|
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<a href="#badruddin">Badruddin</a>
|
||
</li>
|
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<li>
|
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<a href="#the-sufi">The Sufi</a>
|
||
</li>
|
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<li>
|
||
<a href="#the-fugitive">The Fugitive</a>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li>
|
||
<a href="#a-chant-of-mystics">A Chant of Mystics</a>
|
||
</li>
|
||
</ol>
|
||
</li>
|
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<li>
|
||
<a href="#endnotes">Endnotes</a>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li>
|
||
<a href="#colophon">Colophon</a>
|
||
</li>
|
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<li>
|
||
<a href="#uncopyright">Uncopyright</a>
|
||
</li>
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</ol>
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</nav>
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<section id="imprint" epub:type="imprint frontmatter">
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<header>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Imprint</h2>
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<p>To my sisters<br/>
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<b><span epub:type="z3998:given-name">Saada</span> and <span epub:type="z3998:given-name">Adele</span></b></p>
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<p>To my brother<br/>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Salaam</h2>
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<p epub:type="subtitle">From Syria to America</p>
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<p>Pardon, dear reader.</p>
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<p>The stranger at thy gate, hailing from the Orient, holds out to thee a gaunt and tattooed hand. This hand has often made mud-pies from earth that might have once mapped out the stars; or, in a drunken vision, heard the grumblings of a god and made of them a captivating creed: the brain of an ancient Assyrian astronomer; the spine of a Semitic sage; the cheeks of a Jezebel or a <abbr>St.</abbr> Takla; the heart of a slave that added beauty and horror to the chariot of a Babylonian king or a Roman conqueror:—any or all of these might have besmeared this hand.</p>
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<p>Wilt thou take it? The hand of a personified illusion, of an exiled dream, of an Oriental who makes himself thy guest.</p>
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<p>He comes not to preach Buddhism to thee; nor Mohammedanism; nor Babyism; nor any other ism made picturesque and alluring by red caftans, white turbans, blue sashes and ambergris-scented lies.</p>
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<p>The only message he brings from his vine-crowned and pine-girdled Mother to bewitching and enriching America is that of love and longing and lacrimal. He came from the Mountains of Lebanon, from under the shadow of the Acropolis of Baalbak, to learn from the Yankees the way to do things—the way to rise and flourish and expand; or, as they put it, the way to get there and be it—from a mundane point of view, of course. It has been observed, however, that the spots of a leopard are irremovable; and so is the lethargy of an Oriental. The writer has found the strenuous life to be as depressing and dwarfing as prison life itself; and so he has fallen back to the habit of dreaming, and singing, and taking things easy, even in restless and dreamless America. This sounds paradoxical; it is like going from the country of Trusts and Equality to establish a trolley-car system in the Lebanons. Even this might be possible fifty years hence, despite the opposition of those ancient hills. The writer has forsaken their cedars and pines, their vineyards and fig groves to walk in the shadows of skyscrapers and watch the sun rise languidly from behind a mound of bricks or a smoking chimney, and sink a-blushing behind the grimy walls of gaseous Communipaw.</p>
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<span>“So fair a sun</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Setting over so foul a town!”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p class="continued">one would exclaim; but nature delights in paradoxes, and freaks, and rococo. These songs, dear reader, might not even deserve to be classified with like phenomena; but, as the sincere expression of a soul just emerging from the abyss, they deserve to stand. If, however, thou thinkest them no worse in spirit and merit than the amyelencephalic discourses of a pundit, or the emetic dissertations of a Zamackshary, then remember as thou settest the book aside that the author does not appeal to your charity, nor to your justice. Thou art the host, gentle reader; and he relies on the hospitality and cordiality due a guest.</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="halftitlepage" epub:type="halftitlepage frontmatter">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="fulltitle">Poetry</h2>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<article id="ever-to-be" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Ever to Be</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>My far cry, though no one should echo—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Though no one to listen should stand,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I shall dare with my burden the darkness</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And I shall not retreat from this land;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though I’m hurled ’neath the feet of the millions,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Who struggle their places to keep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The sea-nymphs still bathe with my Fancy</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And the Dryads still sweeten my sleep.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Though I’m crushed, cast away and forgotten—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Though I’m buried in the dust of their cars,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I can see through their madness above me—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I can feel the quick pulse of the stars;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though my head be the foot-stool of tyrants,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Though my back be a step to their throne,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I still dwell with the kings of Orion</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And I walk with the sun-queen alone.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Though the fire of my youth should consume me—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Though my body a brimstone should be,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I can draw on the clouds for their water</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And behold! I’ve of water a sea;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And though roofless, and friendless, and hopeless,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And loveless, and godless I stand,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The waves of my Life shall continue</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To murmur and laugh on the Strand.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="upon-the-peak-of-sanneen" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Upon the Peak of Sanneen</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>My soul and I, upon the peak</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of Sanneen grim and grey,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sat musing in the twilight of</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A sombre summer day.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“Great Saturn and the Moon are gone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Together o’er the sea;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But will great Saturn e’er return</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Should he elope with thee?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Ah well, who knows? when thou art gone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I, too, shall sink within the brine—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I, too, shall sail above this peak</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And signal yonder groves of pine.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Behold the melancholy sky</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of this forgotten land;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On this side are the valleys bleak,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">On this, the desert sand.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“I hear the moaning of the wind,”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">My sad companion said;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“The snow is gathering in me</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And the night is overhead.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Long have we dwelt together, friend,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In our sweet ennui;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But were I now to take my leave,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Alas, what would I be?”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“O, think not of departing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ah, too young I am to die;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I’ll find the magic wings; and there</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Still hangs a friendly sky.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Let us above these pines, and clouds,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And scents awhile yet dwell;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where wouldst thou go, if thou wert now</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To sigh a last farewell?”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou seest the busy elements</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Dissolving one by one</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The souls that are acquitted,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For the all-absorbing sun.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Let’s sing the song of darkness then;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thy prison is the Whole;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What canst thou do, where wilt thou go,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">What wilt thou be, my Soul?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou wouldst not be the air that weighs</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Upon the rising dust;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou wouldst not be the fog that chokes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The air in savage lust.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou wouldst not be the clouds that block</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The smoke’s way to a star;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nor linger in the guilty tears</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of clouds before the bar.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou wouldst not be the rain that taunts</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The all-devouring sea,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Itself destroying many a nest</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In bush and rock and tree.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou wouldst not be the thunder’s tongue</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Spell-binding all the spheres;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nor wouldst thou be the lightning blade</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That stabs and disappears.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou wouldst not be the dew that falls</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Alike on thorn and flower;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nor even the morning zephyr</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That blows o’er den and bower.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou wouldst not be the virgin snow</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Set free from yonder clouds,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Only to melt beneath the feet</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of surging human crowds.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“No! none of these,” my Soul replied;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“I’ll shiver ever thrall;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O let me rise, for I would be</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The sky above them all.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-philistine" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Philistine</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The cricket to the corn-crake came one day,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shivering, yet buzzing in his wanton way,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And said: “I’m slain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>By hunger, brother, turn thou not from me;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Tis winter, and I only beg of thee</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">A little grain.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The corn-crake grinned and said in tone sublime:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Where wert thou hidden in the harvest time,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Thou dinning drone?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Why didst thou not come with us to the fields</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To gather something for thy winter meals</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Of what had grown?”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“O, I was entertaining with my rhymes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The vineyards, and the fig trees, and the thymes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The summer long.”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“No then,” replied the corn-crake, “not a seed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Have I for such as thou; go home and feed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Upon thy Song.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="my-burnoose" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">My Burnoose</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Into this world they tell me I was sent</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Wrapt in a burnoose, which was rudely rent</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And flung away, by her who first didst touch</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My steaming flesh; I never loved her much,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The surly, stolid, sordid, spectral hag:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For never would my star of fortune lag—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No dwarf of earth to oppose my will would dare—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>If my sebaceous burnoose she did spare,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And if around my neck, the <i lang="ar-Latn" xml:lang="ar-Latn">ajouz</i> says,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>It hung, locked in a charm, for twenty days.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But ever since the amulet was torn,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The curse of gods and jinn and men I’ve worn;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And to my flesh it stuck—a Nessus shirt—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Despite the oozing blood, and not spurt</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of power, alas! is left me to control</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The stinging tongue of an avenging soul.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="a-spring-dirge" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">A Spring Dirge</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Sad, sad, sad—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In vain thou comest, Spring;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sad, sad, sad—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In vain thy birds all sing:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Perfumeless is thy rose;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Thy breeze, which softly blows,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Disturbs my sea of woes,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ay, Death is on the wing.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Gone, gone, gone—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Go seek her, mocking Spring;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Gone, gone, gone—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Aside thy garlands fling;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Destroy thy laughing bower;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Call back an April shower</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">To weep with me this hour:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>He came, not reckoning.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Love, love, love—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">What sendest thou with Spring?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Love, love, love—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">What tidings these birds bring!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">They tell me they can hear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Thee, in a higher sphere;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">But can that dry a tear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Or give my wish a wing?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="fardi-wa-nafli" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<header>
|
||
<h2 lang="ar-Latn" epub:type="title" xml:lang="ar-Latn">Fardi wa Nafli</h2>
|
||
<p epub:type="bridgehead">This was written in the hospital where <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Rihani’s sister suffered for more than two years. She was taken sick not long before the day appointed for her wedding.</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“Here she is: O take her not away so soon!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Spare her youth—the fatal cup from her withhold!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let her groan within my arms in life’s forenoon;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Let me still my soul within her eyes unfold.”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>God of Love! my faith in thee is not yet gray:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Grant that she may walk again,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Free from suffering and pain—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Give her life to see the altar’s light one day.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>In the night, before the day that never came,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">On the way with poppies and gardenias strewn,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With her music and her torch’s holy flame,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">She was struck and never since saw sun or moon.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>God of Light! refuse her not another ray:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Her bridal garment joins with me</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In beseeching, begging thee—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Give her life to see the altar’s light one day.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">III</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>All the sorrow earth contains I can support,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">All the agony and pain I can endure;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Years of misery will seem surprising short,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">If to me thou leav’st her, though without a cure.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>All my dreams before thy throne, O God, I slay;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">These my offerings let be,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">These my sacrifice to thee—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Give her life to see the altar’s light one day.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">IV</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“Hurry here! O get the doctors—call the nurse—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Call the priest—be quick—some more digitaline—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>He is here, alas! before you all—a hearse.”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Death has passed us by; take up the violin!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To Thy heart my music fain would find its way;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Every sound Thy grace would earn;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Let it not as sad return—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Give her life to see the altar’s light one day.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">V</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Every wound and every sigh and groan and tear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Every drop of Saada’s melting flesh and hope</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Now ascend, wrapt in this music, pale and blear—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Around Thy throne, in gyves of pain, they blindly grope.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What remains, what’s gone of her before Thee lay:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Faith and Doubt are at Thy door—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Mother, brother, pray, implore—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Give her life to see the altar’s light one day.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="adele" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Adele</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Adele! a name that kindled in the breast</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of France’s first-born of the fairest Muse</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A flame in which a thousand colors fuse</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And shame the April rainbows of the West;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But I can only stand upon the crest</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of Song’s most sacred Mount and bring excuse</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That I have begged, and since the gods refuse,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I steal, and with the theft I thee invest,</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>A Sun or Moon of Song for all my oceans</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of purest love, an ornament at best—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A bunch of stars—a wreath for my emotions;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But if the gods with sisters dear are blest,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To me they all must come in joy or sorrow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From me they all must steal, or beg, or borrow.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="nectar-and-blood" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Nectar and Blood</h2>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>If I should worship at thine ancient shrine,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where thy good sons, incensed by love of war,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Now clamor, as their fathers did of yore—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>If I should sacrifice what is not mine,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nor any living god’s, nor even thine—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>If for the sake of honor I must pour</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>This cup of life upon thy barren shore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How will it fare then with my love divine?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>No! let thy sons go forth to burn and slay:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let them for love of thee and glory smear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And tear the love of all that’s pure and dear;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let them this loveless love in rage display;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I can not join them; no, I can not cheer</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As they beneath my window pass today.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>What care I for the tears the maudlin crowd</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sheds o’er my bier—for praise of Church and State—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For glory that remains within the gate</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of worldly things—for men’s esteem avowed—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For freedom that is not with love endowed—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For fame that lingers oft and comes too late,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When these the sorrow of my love create</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And haunt her with the shadow of my shroud?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>How cowardly, self-centered have I grown—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How dead to true and noble feelings all?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Why not, when they the human soul enthrall—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Why not, when they the beast in man enthrone?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I cling to love, and with love I will fall,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Unwept, unsung, unhonored and unknown.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">III</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>What will these kings and war-lords of the land</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And all their ministers of murder fell</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Do with their arms and fleets—all tools of hell—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>If every son of man resolve to stand</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A-wielding, king-like, in his home the wand,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Beside the ones he loves and honors well?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Can force this gentle host of peace compel,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When loving hearts their amber wings expand?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O love, though hounded, outlawed we may be—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though Slander, dagger-drawn, be on our trail—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though Hatred with her hydra tongues should rail</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>At us, and though left sinking in the sea</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of ostracism, ay, never will I quail,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But will now and forever cling to thee.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="resurrection" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Resurrection</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The ghost of Winter stalks amidst the boughs</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of Spring and drags along his icy shroud;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The corn flowers and the wheat, with broken vows,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Are now beneath the storm untimely bowed.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O Winter, thou wert buried on the hills;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thine epitaph was written with melted snow;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy skeleton is in the barren rills,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where once thy silvery life-blood used to flow.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Why visitest the glimpses of the sun</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So soon, what message bring’st thou from the dead?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Why rudely interrupt the children’s fun</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And havoc among the Guests of Summer spread?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Behold, the branches shiver, the blossoms fall;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The lilac in the leaves a shelter seeks;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy savage winds the Queen of May appal—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They pale with summer’s dust her rosy cheeks.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Withhold the solemn music of thy gale</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Until the golden notes of Spring are spun;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The opera in the trees is but begun,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O, drown it not with thy benighted wail.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>For thee May’s winged madonnas will not sing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nor in thy presence will they now appear:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Begone, that their sweet voices we may hear—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Begone, the world today belongs to Spring.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="disarmed-desire" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Disarmed Desire</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O, how the light drifts from the hemlock grove,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How in the night disarmed Desires do rove!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>A sister to the dumb hydrangea thou,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A mystery born of the Then and Now.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The color on thy clouded face—ah me!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is’t from the embers that still burn in thee?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Has not the forge of suffering robbed thee of</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The flame with which weak mortals feed their love?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Wilt thou, no longer fancying the light,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Conjure a virgin flame from darkest night?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And feed it with the salvias of a soul,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That would, but yet—alas! she seeks the Whole.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The hand that broke the screen, the heart that lied—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where are they? Come, the path of truth is wide.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The silvery cataracts of roaring rills</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Meander in the shadows of the hills;</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And their bass music—does it not arise</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From that descent that leads up to the skies?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O how disarmed Desire uprises, how—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Does not the darkness crown the Lightning’s brow?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Yet how I wish, yet how I shrink, when I</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Behold thee—ah, she’s ever in mine eye!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>If thy pink, blue and golden hues disclose</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The secret, might not that undo the rose?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou sister to the dumb hydrangea, when</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Will all thy sombre musings rise again?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O, how the light drifts from the hemlock grove,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How in the night disarmed Desires do rove!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="a-better-woe" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">A Better Woe</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Of all my desert days</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou art the only one</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon whose sandy face</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A strip of pleasure’s foliage trembling grows;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of all the winding ways.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which with my rapture shone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But one can I retrace,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And there the barren breast of beauty glows.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Of all the dread desires,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That beat within me still,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>One shakes the sacred fear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And hurls me into the arms of her below;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But oh, how life suspires—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How soon after the thrill</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of joy I shudder, I hear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My murmuring soul pine for a better woe.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-first-and-last" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The First and Last</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O kiss me now; the end is near</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The bright beginning; kiss me, dear.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I would not that thou shouldst one day</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In bitter thought remembering say:</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“When in the high tide of our bliss</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon these lips I slew the kiss</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="dl2">
|
||
<span>That should have lived.”</span>
|
||
<span>The kiss I fear—</span>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The poison, ah, the lie, my dear.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Fear not; O kiss me whilst I can’t</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Refuse; am I to-morrow thine?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Wilt thou be near me when I pant?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<hr/>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I shall not go; thou wilt not pine.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sweet thoughts!—Alas, the first, the last!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<hr/>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Nay, nay! I cling to thee: the past</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is dying in the lap of night</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In which our star is shining bright.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The fingers in the shadow, there!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What are they weaving? Look, a shroud!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Come, purse thy lips; do not despair;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Take hold my hand and speak aloud.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>No, no! For whom that shroud, for whom?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not for our love—not for our joy?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<hr/>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Then seal thou with thy lips my doom,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ay, with a kiss this life destroy!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="in-the-meadow" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">In the Meadow</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The shadow of thy curls I see</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Upon thy lovely face;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And just a little wish is mine—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The shadow to embrace.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>On thy black and silken tresses,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ah, one longs to feast the sight;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But the shadows of their beauty,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Hanging on thy cheeks of light,</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>From my lips, exact a tribute,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Which I pay here in this meadow:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Blush not, my most winsome maiden;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I have only kissed the shadow.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="o-sweet-sometime" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">O, Sweet Sometime</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O, sweet Sometime, the gardens bloom the while I wait;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Each moment melts a tear of joy before thy gate;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>It is thy pleasure that I burn—it is my fate,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">O, sweet Sometime!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O, when the moment in this interval is born.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When through this sleeping splendor breaks the lingering morn,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And when thy sensual silence laughs my noise to scorn—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">O, sweet Sometime!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Spare me the vacant moment yet—O just awhile;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Expectancy, thy sweetest daughter, will beguile</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My yearning hours; the shades reflected by her smile</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Are now my haunts, O sweet Sometime.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The waiting while, O sweet Sometime, I can enjoy;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy heralding shadows every beating pang destroy,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And with their breath of musk and myrrh my soul they cloy,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">O, sweet Sometime!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I tremble, I forget, I throb when once I hear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The dying interval announcing thou are near;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A touch, a groan, a kiss and thou wilt disappear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">With bitten lip, O, sweet Sometime!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And then the memory—O, how it will oppress!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Far sweeter is Expectancy—ah, let me press</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The vigor from her limbs to mine; I’ll yet caress</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The waiting while, O, sweet Sometime!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="a-bed-of-flame" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">A Bed of Flame</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I saw one day on the horizon grey,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">As with my load I wandered near the sea,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">A whiff of smoke embrace the sleeping sun;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And just as their enchantment had begun,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A lonely cloud that roved above the lea</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Passed by their couch and hid them from the day.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I saw this and my soul, long silent, cried:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“Would that I were the whiff of smoke</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Now sleeping with the sun!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In beds of flame, how often was I tried—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">How often have I ’neath the stroke</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Of God or Satan shone!”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-sister-of-death" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Sister of Death</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Ah, talk to me of something else, I pray;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I’m weary of the dreams that bring nor sleep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nor rest, nor love, nor something from the deep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where buried are the gods of yesterday;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ah, talk to me of Death that takes away</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My little sorrows, as they hide and peep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My little joys, as they disport and leap,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My little vanities, my budless May.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The burden of my virtues and my sins,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The burden of authority that grins</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>At every effort, ah, the burden kills;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I know that Death a Sister hath, but where,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where can I find thee, Love, when shall I share</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The sweetness of the silence of the hills?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="retribution" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Retribution</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>How I did hold in deep contempt</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The slaves and queens of love!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How I disguised my feelings when</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I met a deer or a dove!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How I did smile and sniff and rail</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">At lovers young and old;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How I denied, in days gone by,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">O love, thy charms untold!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But now, alas! I find myself</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In chains at Beauty’s shrine:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The chains whose power I have denied</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Are sapping, sapping mine.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="let-thine-eyes-whisper" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Let Thine Eyes Whisper</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i3">Grieve not, for I am near thee;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Sigh not, for I can hear thee;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Wash from thy heart all memory of past wrong;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Doubt not that doubts besmear thee;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Speak not, for I do fear thee;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let thine eyes whisper love’s conciling song.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="lilatu-laili" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 lang="ar-Latn" epub:type="title" xml:lang="ar-Latn">Lilatu Laili</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>At night on the radiant Rialto,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">By the stars in their houses of glass,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I strolled with my soul in my pocket</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And prayed that my night might not pass;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I have seen ’neath the high heels of Beauty</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">My heart and my soul and my shame;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That form! O, how often it lured me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And how often I lost in the game!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And how often I walked in the shadow</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of a Laila a mile and a mile!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But the rapture and bliss of a vision</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Would end in a great gush of bile.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To the hints that her garment would whisper</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I have listened but I would not dare;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I have seen every one of my fancies</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Retreat in the dark of her hair.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I have wished that each building around us</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Was a cedar, a poplar, a pine;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That the men and the women were statues,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And the rain that was falling was wine;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That the lights were ethereal flowers;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That the cars were the nooks in the wood—</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<hr/>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“O, enough!” she exclaimed as she kissed me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“This attic and couch are as good.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="midnight-mood" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Midnight Mood</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>There’s one upon whose youthful breast I fain would die:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">My soul upon her lingering lips through mine I’d pour</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In torrents that would reach and thrill Love’s every shore—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In floods that drown the earth and rise to drown the sky.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But how can I? Alas, the leaves must shield the flower,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And silent see her proffering to the butterfly</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Her cheeks, her honeyed lips, her soul—O, how can I?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In all the worlds, to change my being, is there no power?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>How oft I rise at night to probe the human laws,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">My beating temples all my waking hours recording!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And nor solution, nor repose my task affording.—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How oft my carnal silence cries for the bliss that was!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The bliss that generous nature gives, that man denies—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A bliss that’s chained in idle words and damned codes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And creeds and customs creeping in their dark abodes—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The bliss that’s lost within an endless maze of lies.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Pray, tell me, must the North Wind blow and sweep by rule?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Must he the virgin ponds and springs and rills avoid?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">See how the ocean, panting, rising, overjoyed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Holds out her arms to him—why not the limpid pool?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And thou, O human Ocean—would that I could give</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In equal measure, when beneath me thou art parting!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">O, generous, fiery soul, in love though I am wanting,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My flesh, within thy passion’s hearth, will glow and live.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou art the twilight; I’m the dawn; yet we shall meet</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And flood the firmament with fire and rainbow beauty.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">No unfed sun or moon shall rob us of our booty,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And if the gods should frown—is not rebellion sweet?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But ah, live Twilight! why cannot the Dawn be true?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Why can’t I quaff from thy sad lips, as thou, from mine?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Why can’t this heart, forgetting once, as well be thine?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How can I my most holy passion tame, subdue?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>That youthful breast, imprisoned, I see through thine own;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Those Eastern eyes cannot be hidden by thy flame;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That form, as I am in thine arms—O, do not blame—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In mine I fancy—let me die in shame alone!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="thy-smile" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Thy Smile</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Outside the gates of night, above the moon,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where breatheth none but gods, where light alone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Forever rules from his star-studded throne,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where Melancholy never reaches noon,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And where the Pleiades their harps attune—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>There in the centre of the lightning zone,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon the zephyr which the storm hath sown,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou first wert formed with pleasure to commune.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And now in Pleasure’s world, upon the face</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of bright and gay Bohemia’s fairest child</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The zephyr dallies with the lightning flash;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The smile divine, as well the subtle grace</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Are deeply there impressed, by naught defiled—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>There joy’s received as well as paid in cash.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="unadorned" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Unadorned</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Regardless of the cries of priests and sages</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I strove to give my bleeding soul her wages;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And each embrace or memory of one</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is worth to me the treasures of the ages,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is worth to me the treasures of the ages.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Each shadow of a kiss or fond embrace</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Down in the depth of solitude I trace;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And in the corners of my darkest den</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The fallen gods of pleasure find a place,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The fallen gods of pleasure find a place.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And though knee-deep I find myself in hell,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And though the flames around my cheeks should swell,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I shall not loose my grip on Allah’s throne,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I shall not fall alone, I know full well,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I shall not fall alone, I know full well.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="dissolution" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Dissolution</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I languish in thy penetrating clasp,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Just as a bird entangled on a bough</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Shaken by the wind;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yet here would I be happy in the grasp</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of death; but in thy breast I’m hidden now,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And death is blind.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I melt beneath thy storm of kisses, dear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Just as the gum upon the almond tree</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of melting when alone and far from thee:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Melts ’neath the rain;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yet would I melt to-night than live in fear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">O, storm again!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="a-serenade" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">A Serenade</h2>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The moon hath said her sad good-bye,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">My sleeping queen;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And all the stars are wondering why</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thou art unseen.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Behold! abashed, they take to flight,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As through the casement breaks thy light.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Arise, my dawn, arise!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Arise, my queen serene!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The field of heaven is all thine own,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">My peerless star,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Just as my heart is thine alone,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Be near or far.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So let thy face adorn the night,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And flood it with thy dazzling light.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Arise, my queen, arise!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Arise, to my guitar!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">III</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The vaults above all vacant seem,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">My sweetest flower;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And for thy scent, the cherubim</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Long at this hour.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A moment from thy sweet dream part,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though in that dream be wove my heart.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Arise, my queen, arise!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Let fall thy perfume shower.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-brass-bed" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Brass Bed</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I love thy color and thy symmetry;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I love the art that wrought thy glittering arms,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy canopy, thy satin portieres too;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I love the silks and feathers on thy breast—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The cushions and the pillows and the quilts:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I love thine every part.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yet still more do I love to rest in thee—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To dream of art’s perfection in thy frame;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of paths as smooth, as shining as thy limbs;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of scenes as exquisite as thy coils;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of nooks as warm as thine hospitable bosom,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As cool and as refreshing as thy veinless naked arms,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I dream of all beneath thy soothing mantle.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But O, I love my dreams much more than thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And one sad soul much more than all my dreams.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>If thou hadst but an eye to see,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To look upon the guest that lay upon thy floor</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Beneath thy silken ceiling!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O, hadst thou but an ear to hear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The plaintive chirpings of this swallow-soul.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Couldst thou but feel her forehead</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Moistened with the sweat of hope and pain.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For forty moons she lay within thine arms,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Rubbing her erstwhile rosy cheeks</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Against the ulcers of Ayoub of yore.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Couldst thou but see, O Bed of Brass,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Couldst thou but hear, couldst thou but feel—</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Of what use all thy showy stuff—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy glittering brass, the filigree of art,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy floor of down and feather cushions all,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy snow-white mantles, satin tapestries?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Beauty and Pain!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Death will not come with thee, O Pain!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Life will not come with thee, O Beauty!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The fires of hell are but a taper’s flame compared to this.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thy guest, O Bed of Brass,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Looks on thee with a yearning glance.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And yet her soul, bearing the torch of Pain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is searching all the worlds for Death.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="three-golden-threads" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<header>
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Three Golden Threads</h2>
|
||
<p epub:type="bridgehead">(After de Lisle.)</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Like yonder swallow, I would soar away—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Above the sea, far from this buzzing mart;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But how can I? A cruel, little fay</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Has fettered with three golden threads my heart.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Her honeyed tongue the one; her eyes the other;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The third her lips; and that completes her art.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No fruits from other gardens can I gather,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For she has tied with golden threads my heart.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O, how I would asunder rend my chain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And from the tears and pangs of love depart;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ah, no! ’tis better that I die in pain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Than break the golden threads of my poor heart.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="independent-blossoms" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Independent Blossoms</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When the spring boughs were told</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Soon the rose will unfold</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Herself in the bower</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Of which she is queen,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Their blossoms, beguiling</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The sad leaves, said smiling:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“No slaves to a flower</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Have we ever been.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Our lords are the birds.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And they love not in words;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">They sing when we smile</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">And sob when we fall;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Her lord is the liar—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The thief or the buyer—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Who smells her the while</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">She lives, and that’s all.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-god-of-my-goddess" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The God of My Goddess</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The old gods and their slaves I’ve deserted;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The new gods I’ve shunned at first sight;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And my god is the god of the goddess</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That presides at my feast of delight.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But once, when the dark moment lingered,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I questioned the god she adores;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To his throne I implored her to lead me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And, behold! I’m the god she implores.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="a-peasants-song" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">A Peasant’s Song</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O, thou, who loved me once,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From thy Pagoda glance;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shoot down a poisoned lance:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">All’s well that comes from thee.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Look back, look down once more;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Dear was to thee this shore;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I see thee nevermore</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Beneath the olive tree.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Remains my station low,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whilst thou dost greater grow;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ah, fate hath struck the blow</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">That parted thee and me.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>How can I bear my fate,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How can I loveless wait</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In this most sorry state,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">When thou art far and free?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Far from the soul that swore</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On love’s abysmal door</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To cling forevermore</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">To none on earth but thee;</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Free from the sacred plight</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which, to dispel the night,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou madest, when I quite</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Fell near thy bended knee.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Dost thou not still remember</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Love’s May and Love’s December?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Both burned their sacred ember</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">In our sweet company.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Dost hear the echoes fall</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Within thy gilded hall?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Dost thou not ever recall</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The day thou wert like me?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When all thy gardens bloom,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Look out into the gloom;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>There does the flame consume</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Thy budless lilac tree.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>There often thou didst play</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A-mindless of the day</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When soul to soul would say:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">“No more of thee and me.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And when withers thy rose,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Throw to the wind that blows</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>This way a leaf; who knows</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">What therein I can see.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And till my course is run</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I’ll count them one by one—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>These leaves; and may the sun</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Of joy ne’er set on thee.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="her-first-sorrow" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Her First Sorrow</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>’T is but a score of hours when he didst swear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My sorrow and my joy to share,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Despite the fates, fore’er;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But now he’s gone to cash again his lie;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Others his shame with me will wear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Why should I die?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Last night his lips my very feet didst burn;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>His kisses dropt, my love to earn,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Whichever way he’d turn;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But now he’s gone another soul to rob.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Another heart to lure and spurn,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Why should I sob?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>He did not kiss me when he said good-bye;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I let him go, not asking why,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Nor do I for him sigh;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>He’s gone another virgin breast to tear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">He’s gone on other lips to die,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Why should I care?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="a-nocturn" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">A Nocturn</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Upon the face of darkness beams my soul—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Nearby, behind the curtains of my sight;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And ’round it weary waves of wonder roll—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Sad seas of color o’er dead seas of light:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Here is no Space, no Time—nor day nor night—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Here is the boundless, undiminished Whole—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Here is my soul.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Here is no love that hides beneath its shoal</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The sandix that can redden a sea of years;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Here is no lust that lies to Beauty’s mole</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And draws from eyes of flint a flood of tears;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Here is no disenchantment and no fears—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No blasted hopes, no jaunty joy, no dole—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Here is my soul.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Now lost in clay and water; now the Whole</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Is lost within me: sea and earth and sky</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I dismiss from my presence, as I roll</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">My lids and lo, the lord of night am I.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Into the airless wilderness I fly;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Here is no vain desire, no galling goal—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Here is my soul.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>In Eternity, shod with the hoary noul</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of deathless Death—in dim and shimmering shades</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of soilless vales that bosom and cajole</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The crystal flowers dropping from cloud-cascades;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Here in the grove of myriad colonnades</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of jet and pearl and amber I now stroll—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Here is my soul.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="saada" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Saada</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Long hast thou suffered, sister of my heart,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Still thou art</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Fair to see;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy pains thou entertainest with thy song,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">But how long</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Will this be?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The seasons all have come and gone, my dear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">But thy cheer</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Still abides.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I ask which of thy moan or song is best</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">And thou sayst:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">“God decides.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I feel the ebbing of the undertone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Of thy moan</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">In thy song;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How long will tears and irony compete</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">For thee, Sweet,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">O, how long?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When wilt thou, Baby dear, with nimble feet,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Run to greet</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Me at the door?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When wilt thou, Saada, walk again with me</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Near the sea,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">As before?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O sister, how I wish to see thee run,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">In the sun,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">On the sands!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The singing breakers and the smiling beach</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">To thee reach</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Out their hands.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The light of day is longing for thy face</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">And the grace</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Of thy form;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O how I wish to see thee, Noor-ul-Ain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Caught again</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">In the storm!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="stolen-salvias" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Stolen Salvias</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O, bleeding blossoms, tell, were my heart there—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">There in your bed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Would that sweet thief that stole you unaware</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Have stolen it instead?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Come with me, scarlet salvias, to your home;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">We are not late;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Love in the moonlight there again will roam—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">There let us wait.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I still remember when one night she crowned</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Me with the stars</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Plucked from your scarlet sky—she would astound</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">The kings of Mars.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She then would slay me—wash the face of night</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">With my bold blood—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ay, she would show that yours is not as bright</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">And not as good.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O, scarlet salvias, why should I refuse</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">When I’m with you?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Why should I chill my lady, if she choose</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">To steal me too?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="jealousy" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Jealousy</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The violets their soft, dark lashes part,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">While robins serenade them far and near;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But the anemone, with ebon heart</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And blood-shot eyes, pretends she does not hear.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The violets invite the nightingale</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Whose carols fall in dew upon their bed;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But the hydrangea, as saffron pale,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Holds high above the wall her nodding head.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="beneath-the-salvias" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Beneath the Salvias</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Beneath the salvias, where some angel slew</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The favors that were granted by his god,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My heart is hidden; let thy feet be shod</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With feathers plucked from my wings of crimson hue.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When here again thou might’st be wandering through;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Look not above; I’m breathing in the sod,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A-mindless of the years, ’neath which I’m trod—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of Spring birds’ song, or shrieks of Winter’s crew.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Here let me sleep, my lady: wake me not;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Here let me gather, hidden from the moon</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the sun, the strength to rise again and see;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No sweeter, dearer, more enchanting spot</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is there for my sick heart; O, not so soon—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Awake me not—O, let me dream of thee.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="gone-with-the-swallows" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Gone with the Swallows</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Must I convey at last the news to thee?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Must I now mourn the love that lived in me?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Gone with the autumn, with the dying year.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Gone with the kisses that are yet so near!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Gone with the swallows somewhere o’er the sea!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But with the Spring will he again</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Return, will he with me remain?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Must I till then, remembering naught,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Forgetting all that love had brought,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Grope in the shadows of the slain?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Must I forget the day</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">That took my love away,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">And all the happy hours</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">That reared for him their towers</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">And crowned him with the flowers</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Of all the queens of May?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Must I alone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">My once my own,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">In my retreat</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">The new year greet,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">And winter meet,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">And winds hear moan?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Not yet</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">Can I</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Forget;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">But why</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i7">One clings</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i7">And sings</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i7">To things</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">That die?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-the-sonnet" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">To the Sonnet</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Though cribbed and gyved, thou canst within thy walls</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Unfold a wondrous wealth of worlds unseen,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And flood the soul’s abyss with moonlight sheen,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As well as darken passions’ gilded halls;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy fourteen outlets are so many falls</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From which gush out the prisoned joy, or spleen—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The silvery cascades, or the billows green,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And either a sea of bliss or grief recalls.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou goddess of the gems of Fancy’s deep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though few thy facets, they reflect the whole</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of inner-self in multi-shaded hues;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou art the couch of dreams that never sleep;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou art the phoenix of the poet’s soul,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As well the crystal palace of his muse.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-tomb-and-the-rose" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<header>
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Tomb and the Rose</h2>
|
||
<p epub:type="bridgehead">(After Victor Hugo.)</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The Tomb said to the Rose:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O Flower of Love, where goes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Each tear which Dawn upon thy cheeks doth shed?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The Rose said to the Tomb:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What makest in thy gloom</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Impenetrable of the countless dead?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Said the Rose: O Tomb, of all these tears,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In my recesses ere the sun appears,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I make a perfume which the gods will prize.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Said the Tomb: O plaintive Flower,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of every mortal I devour</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>An angel do I make for Paradise.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="rest" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Rest</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Long have I a word enshrined</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And worshipped with a piety blind!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Long have I been seeking Rest</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the East and in the West!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Here and there and everywhere</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Have I seen her shadow fair;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But the shadow seems to fade</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like the flowers of yonder glade.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In my lone retreat I sought</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Her, but dreams against me fought.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In my nights for her I pray,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But with sleep she stays away.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Foolish is thine effort, vain—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Fruitless, hopeless is thy pain!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With the march of Motion keep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In thy walk and in thy sleep</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Beyond thy finite power it lies</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To chain the coursers of the skies.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Even nomads and cells minute</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Worlds of unrest constitute.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Rest is no where to be found;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Each to all in suffering bound.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And no power can deliver thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Mortal, from activity.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In thy life as in thy death,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In thy heart as in thy breath,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On the earth as in the skies</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Restless Motion never dies.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Always raging, always spinning,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Endless and without beginning.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Death, like me, is seeking Rest.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And all the seas are in her quest;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But ah, poor souls, she is beyond</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Our grasp; we must go on and on.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No, nor even the grave is free</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From the laws that shackle me;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>New life from his worms takes wing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And on his face fresh blossoms spring.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-flatiron-and-the-ruins-of-palmyra" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The “Flatiron” and the Ruins of Palmyra</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>To the Ruins of Palmyra this the “Flatiron” addrest:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“Did you ever in your glory</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Dream of looking up to see my crest?”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>To the “Flatiron” the Ruins thus replied across the sea:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“We were like thee yesterday.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To-morrow thou wilt like us be.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="it-was-all-for-him" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">It Was All for Him</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I strolled upon the Brooklyn Bridge one day,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Beneath the storm;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>None but a lad in rags upon the way</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I saw;—there on a bench he lay</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Heedless of form.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>He seemingly was reading what the Shower</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Was publishing upon the Bridge and down the Bay;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yet he was writing, writing at this hour—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Writing in a careless sort of way.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Upon a pad he scribbled and as fast the rain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Retouched, effaced, corrected and revised.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Was he recording Nature’s solemn strain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Or sketching choristers therein disguised?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Whatever it be, I found myself quite by his side;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">My nod and smile he pocketed and wrote again;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Read me your drizzling stuff,” I said, and he replied:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“I’ve written a check in payment for this shower of rain.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="repentance" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Repentance</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When tears wash tears and soul upon soul leaps,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When clasped in arms of anguish and of pain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When love beneath the feet of passion creeps,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ah me, what do we gain?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When we our rosy bower to demons lease,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When Life’s most tender strains by shrieks are slain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When strife invades our quietude and peace,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ah me, what do we gain?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When we allow the herbs of hate to sprout,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When weeds of jealousy the lily stain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When pearls of faith are crushed by stones of doubt,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ah me, what do we gain?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When night creeps on us in the light of day,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When we nepenthes of good cheer disdain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When on the throne of courage sits dismay,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ah me, what do we gain?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When sweetness, goodness, kindness all have died,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When naught but broken, bleeding hearts remain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When rough-shod o’er our better self we ride,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ah me, what do we gain?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="o-give-me-strength-to-take" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">O, Give Me Strength to Take</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thy love’s as tender as the drooping rose that sadly says to earth:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“No more have I the strength to take what thou giv’st me;”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But unlike her, alas, thy love’s complaint of dearth:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“Thou hast no strength to give what I demand of thee.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thy love hath heard the many whispered promises of every soul;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">His birth methinks is nigh coeval with the birth of time:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>He lives in death throughout the ages, and his goal</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Is hidden in the faded flowers from every clime.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>His soul is deeper than the sea and deepest caverns in its bed;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">’T is higher than the highest sky above our own;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’T is purer than the morning dew a-dripping from the salvias red;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">’T is mightier than the four winds, blowing from every zone.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>This love hath offered me the keys of all his halls and towers,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And to my heart with clinging kisses he appealed;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But, ah, forgive me God! must I the sweetest flowers</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Refuse because they do not grow in Beauty’s field?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="near-the-cascades" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Near the Cascades</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i3">Hold back thy lips, I pray;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Just let me rest this way;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">My soul is in the spray</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Arising from the silvery cascades murmuring farewell to the day.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i3">Thy kisses ’neath a sigh</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Of mine extinguished lie;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">O friend, I choke, I die:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Pray, let me raise my head to see the parting light, the vivid sky,</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i3">If every kiss of thine</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Is safely kept with mine</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">For one for whom I pine,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Wouldst thou, contented with the taking, call my love a love divine?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i3">Ay, and for every tear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Thou sheddest when I’m near</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">I shed a score to hear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Her echo my desire’s sigh, albeit she is not thy peer.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i3">If I were but a reed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Or but a fern or weed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">This would not be my creed;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But prick thou these cold slips and all the roots of me in heaven will bleed.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i3">Thy burning breath is creeping</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">All over me; ’t is leaping</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Into my bones and sweeping</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Their ashes out, up and into mine eyes, alas! the awful reaping.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i3">No longer do I fear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Nor see, nor feel, nor hear;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">No longer am I near;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>If thou wilt quench thy flame, kiss now the lips that were to thee so dear.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i3">As well kiss thou the grass</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">On which I lay, alas!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Like me, thou too wilt pass;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>One kiss will turn thy lips to ashes and one tear, thine eyes to glass.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i3">Beneath this hemlock tree</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">A clod I leave to thee;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">But over land and sea</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My soul is rising, rising, rising, searching for the gods that be.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i3">But gods have lived, and lied,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">And loved, and fell, and died;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">And like me too they cried</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For mercy at the snow white feet of Beauty’s daughter, Beauty’s bride.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i3">And when from Beauty’s spell</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Her soul is free, she’ll dwell</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">In mine, the storm to quell;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In mine she’ll rise to realms of bliss, or swiftly whirl into the deepest hell.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="onward-keep" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Onward Keep</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Onward keep! Forget the self that cried:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“This world’s a forest choked with ice and snow;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No spark of fire through it can ever ride,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">No human flame in it can ever glow.”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And keeping onward, now, I find</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The golden leaves of yesterday</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>All safely hidden from the wind</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Beneath the snow that melts away,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And on the shivering boughs</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">New leaves and tender sprout;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They crown the winter’s brows,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And laugh away his doubt.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">And in the brook</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">The echoes of</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">What I forsook—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">What I did love.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">And the frost</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">’Neath the breath</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Of me must</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">Welcome death;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">And the heat</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">Left behind</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Guides the feet</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">Of the blind.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Onward keep;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Laugh and weep;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">Pain and joy</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Hide and peep.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">Rise and fall—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Fall and rise;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">This is all—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">This is wise.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="allah-wa-ana" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 lang="ar-Latn" epub:type="title" xml:lang="ar-Latn">Allah wa Ana</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Though I’m God, thou art man, we are one,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">We are all and we shall ever be;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though the light of my sky thou didst shun,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou shalt love me ere thy course is run,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">As forever I live loving thee.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou art mine, I am thine and the fire</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of my breath all thy regions shall warm,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ere the life in thy soil shall expire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ere the seeds of thy basest desire</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">From their prison break out and take form.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou wilt doubt and deny me forsooth</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And rejoice in thy vanity’s power;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou wilt die on the breast of my truth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the end thou wilt laugh at thy youth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And its wine although old will be sour.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I was with thee when thou didst deny,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">As I am with thy mother at prayer;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I was with thee when thou didst defy</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My hell and my earth and my sky,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And I love none the less those that dare.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>In the yogi’s pagoda I am;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In the fire of the magi I was;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To the sons of Abraheem and Sham</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And their foes and to thee I undam</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">All the banks of my veins on the cross.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Through the spheres and the primitive throngs</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I came down and I struggled with thee;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Through the ages I sing in thy songs,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But I leave thee to rise on thy wrongs;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thou shalt rise and thou shalt live in me.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="in-memory-of-e-m-el-k" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">In Memory of <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">E. M.</abbr> El-<abbr epub:type="z3998:personal-name">K.</abbr></h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When my parched lips upon thy princely brow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Placid as tropic mead, as glacier cold,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Imprinted a last farewell, where wert thou—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where didst thy soul its loveliness unfold?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Can’t be that in some undiscovered sphere</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The Muses sing their souls to thine in bliss?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Can’t be that when I kiss thy forehead here</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A thousand angels echo there my kiss?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>What is this mask, where is the soul, O where.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And from these eyes, O God, where went the light?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My silence cries within me in despair,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">My reason’s sinking in this sea of Night.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Esau, I am beside thee now alone,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I dare not weep, I dare not even breathe;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But through the stillness something hither blown</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Makes of thine amber locks a golden wreath.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Life flutters in thy hair as in mine eyes;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Death can not choke the breeze that whispers there</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A word of hope; beneath my breath will rise</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A hair with God eternity to share</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The noon and eve of Life thou didst not see,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">But in its Dawn thou didst anticipate</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What jealous Night would not permit to be,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">What pain and suffering never could abate.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Shall I strew on thee faded blossoms, Brother,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Or fiery buds consumed by their own flame,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Or myrrh and myrtle from our Mountain-mother,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Or golden rods that whispered oft thy name?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Or, at the shrine of Liberty and Love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where thou didst worship ardently and die,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shall I now join the gods come from above</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With thy sweet songs this shrine to beautify?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Ye sapling-pines of star-kissed Lebanon,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ye cedars laden with a wealth of years,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Send with the mist of dawn and the rising sun</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Your garlands, and your incense, and your tears.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-abul-ala" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">To Abu’l-Ala</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>In thy melancholy’s pensive Fancy</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Wisdom rolled its beauteous stars and moons,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Just as in my riotings of pleasure</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thy lone midnights roll into my noons.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Abu’l-Ala, in thy glorious darkness</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Didst thou not remember unborn me?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In thy journey to the farthest planets</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Didst thou not a burdened shadow see?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Ay, behind the portals of Saturnus</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Secretly the cup to thee I passed;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Long, long after this cup thou returnest</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Filled with gems of fancy and recast.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>In thy Prison a thousand Yamen weapons</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thou didst forge for the oppressed and weak:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In my attic a thousand Beauty roses</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I pluck for thee from a Yankee cheek.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-towers-and-the-night" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Towers and the Night</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Over the White Way’s flood of light,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Over its sea of fiery flowers,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Arose the voice of the ancient Night</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the youthful Towers:</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“O Night of nations passed,” the Towers said,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“One day stood high your monuments, but now</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Your highest pyramid must lift its head</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To see the lights that crown our City’s brow.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“But man,” replied the Night, “shall crown the stars</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With flowers of thought divine,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And write his name upon a monument</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Greater than yours and mine.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-end-and-the-beginning" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The End and the Beginning</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The deed is done, O Kings: the blood is shed:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The sword is broken:—broken, too, the Cross.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But she, the mother eternal of the dead,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Though sorrow-laden, smiles at the loss.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>You go down grimed with the blood and smoke of wars;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Your armies scattered and your banners furled;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She comes down covered with the dust of stars,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And gives her life again to build the world.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-cataclysm" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Cataclysm</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Even through the City of the Dead she passed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Her sack of Horror’s harvest to refill;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And lo, into the untilled world she cast,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With a million hands, the black seeds of her will.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But in the bone-strewn waste I saw a snail</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Crawling out of the socket of a skull,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Exultant still:—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Rising from the universal bane</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To thank the rain.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And in the thorny flanks of the river tomb,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Gorged yesteryear with the fruits of fear and doubt</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The nations bear when their sinews run out,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I saw the crocus weave her tender bloom</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Into the ivy’s tangled hair,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While struggling out of the gloom</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To praise the air.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The Cataclysm, passing to her goal,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Turned inside out the pockets of the world,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not sparing even the altar of the soul,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which at the cradle of the soul she hurled.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But when at last she fell</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Across the sill of hell,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I saw in her incalculable toll</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A butterfly,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Winging out of the riddled emblem of God</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Toward the sky;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Rising with the Faith re-won</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To serenade the sun.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="reflections" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Reflections</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I walked along the countryside</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>At eventide,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And everywhere</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The road was fair</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With moons of water here and there,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Into whose heart the grasses spied.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And suddenly upon them shone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The light of the City’s eye,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Reflected from a bulb on high,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which made them and their shadow one.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nay, made each moon</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A mirror seem</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To serve the dream</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of tender blades in bending grace a-swoon.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I walked into the night,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And every abode</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Beyond the dark, deserted road</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Was a prattle of light.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And I thought of the Eye Unseen</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which sheds its charitable sheen,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not on our goal,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But on the by-ways of the Soul.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-song-of-siva" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Song of Siva</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>’T is Night; all the Sirens are silent,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">All the Vultures asleep;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the horns of the Tempest are stirring</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Under the Deep;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’T is Night; all the snow-burdened Mountains</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Dream of the Sea,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And down in the Wadi the River</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Is calling to me.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>’T is Night; all the Caves of the Spirit</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Shake with desire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the Orient Heaven ’s essaying</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Its lances of fire;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They hear, in the stillness that covers</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The land and the sea,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The River, in the heart of the Wadi,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Calling to me.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>’T is night, but a night of great joyance,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A night of unrest;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The night of the birth of the spirit</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of the East and the West;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the Caves and the Mountains are dancing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">On the Foam of the Sea,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the River inundant is calling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Calling to me.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-fruits-of-death" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Fruits of Death</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Said the folded Leaves upon the Heath</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To the opening Leaves upon the Tree:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Soon will the Warders of the Storm</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Bring us to our Mother-Sea,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Even as they opened yesternight</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Our prison doors of Destiny:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We envy not the Birds now nor the Dew;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To them we leave the Forest and to you.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The infant Leaves thus made reply:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“But we rejoice that we are here;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We stand in the cerulean Gate</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of Life to crown the dying Year.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Him who emancipates we love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">He who enchains is also dear:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>You are the Flowers of the Storm, and we,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We are the Fruits of Death upon Life’s tree.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="constantinople" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Constantinople</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When Othman’s sword, as Paleologue’s, is broken</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And Othman’s gods are smitten to the dust,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And naught remains, not even a rusty token</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of their hierarchal cruelty and lust;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When church and mosque and synagogue shall be,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Despite the bigot’s cry, the zealot’s prayer,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Unbounded in their bounties all and free</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In every heritage divine to share;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When thou shalt rise, rejoicing in thy loss,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon the ruins of a state nefast</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To reconcile the Crescent and the Cross</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And wash thy hands of thine unholy past;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When with the faith new-born of East and West,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which spans the azure heights of man’s desire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The spirit of thy people, long oppressed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is all a-glow with its undying fire;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When thou thyself, Byzantium, shalt stand</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the minaret of Freedom and thy voice,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Rising above the muazzens in the land,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Bids all the seekers of the light rejoice;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When in thy heart the flame of freedom sings,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And in thy hand the torch of freedom glows,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And in thy word the sword of freedom rings,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And in thy deed the seed of freedom grows—</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Then shall we call thee Mistress of the Morn,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Bride of the Straits, Queen of the Golden Horn.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="andalusia" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Andalusia</h2>
|
||
<section id="andalusia-1">
|
||
<hgroup>
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</h3>
|
||
<p epub:type="title">Alcazar</p>
|
||
</hgroup>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>There was a rhapsody in all her moods,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A child-like grace, a passion unrestrained;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Her throne, which bard and <i lang="ar-Latn" xml:lang="ar-Latn">saki</i> shared, was stained</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With virgin wine as with the blood of feuds;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And in her lyric-woven interludes,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Epitomizing destiny and time,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Her spirit, hid in opalescent rhyme,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The shades of Melancholy still eludes.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Where’er she trod, the rose and bulbul meet;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where’er she revelled, gardens ever blow;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where’er she danced, the henna of her feet</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Yet lends a lustre to the poppy’s glow;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Arabia, dark-eyed, light-hearted, fair,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is but a flower in Andalusia’s hair.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="andalusia-2">
|
||
<hgroup>
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</h3>
|
||
<p epub:type="title">Alhambra</p>
|
||
</hgroup>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Gods of the silence, still remembering</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The dying echoes of her lute, bemoan,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In canticles of golden monotone,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Her Orient splendor too soon vanishing;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And while lions guard her courts, grey eagles wing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Around her turquoise domes, and seedlings blown</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">From distant lands to her hushed fountains cling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yea, and the sun himself sits in her throne.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Time, once her vassal, lingers near the streams</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That woo the shadows of her crumbling walls,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And, musing of Alhambra’s glory, dreams</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of Elegance and Power in Myrtle Halls;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Arabia, once counted of the strong,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is but a sigh in Andalusia’s song.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="andalusia-3">
|
||
<hgroup>
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">III</h3>
|
||
<p epub:type="title">The Mosque</p>
|
||
</hgroup>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>In the bewildering grove of colonnades,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Once brilliant with a flood of saffron light,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Poured from ten thousand lanterns day and night,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Her memory, like spikenard in the glades</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of distant Ind or Yemen, never fades;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And her devotion, though the ages blight</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The mystic bloom of her divine delight,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Still casts on alien altars longing shades.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But through the mihrabs which the humble hand</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of genius wrought, o’er marbles hollowed deep</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>By knees that only Piety could command,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I see Oblivion coming forth to reap;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Arabia, in Allah’s chaplet strung,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is but a word on Andalusia’s tongue.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="andalusia-4">
|
||
<hgroup>
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">IV</h3>
|
||
<p lang="ar-Latn" epub:type="title" xml:lang="ar-Latn">Al-Zahra</p>
|
||
</hgroup>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Not with the Orient glamor of her pleasures,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Nor with fond rhapsodies of prayer or song</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Could she her sovereign reign a day prolong;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not in the things of beauty that man measures</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>By the variable humor of his leisures,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Or by the credibilities that change</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">From faith to fantasy to rumor strange,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Was she the mistress of immortal treasures.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But when the holy shrine Europa sought,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Herself of sin and witchcraft to assoil,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The sovereigns of al-Zahra maxims wrought</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And Averroes burned his midnight oil;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Arabia, the bearer of the light,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Still sparkles in the diadem of Night.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="in-the-palm-groves-of-memphis" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">In the Palm Groves of Memphis</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The Khamsin<a href="#note-1" id="noteref-1" epub:type="noteref">1</a> comes robed in the Lybian sands,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Veiled in the haze of June,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Armed with Sahara’s serpent-wreathed brands,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Shod with the sun and moon;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Swift winging in a cycloramic flame—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of Typhon born, unseeing and untame—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She comes her reign of terror to proclaim,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">While crowning day and night with all the blazonry of tropic noon.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>She claps her iridescent wings, and lo!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The rolling heat,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Tremulous, reverberant, a-glow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Sibilant, fleet,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sweeps over the land with unabating ire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Devouring Spring’s heritage entire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Setting the very pyramids a-fire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Engulfing even the turtle’s shelter and the turtle-dove’s retreat.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Alas! where are the roses which the prime</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of summer share</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With the sesame, the myrtle and the thyme</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In meadows fair?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where is the sacred lotus and the bloom</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of cumin and mimosa, whose perfume</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Once filled the shrine of Isis and her tomb?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where is the pomegranate flower that shone in Cleopatra’s hair?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Where is the riant beauty of the land</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of mystic runes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That decorates its shimmering robes of sand</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With emerald moons?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where are the emerald shelters, desert-bound,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That with the prayer of caravans resound?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where is the desert trail, the watering ground</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That murmurs low of lost oases amidst the fast dissolving dunes?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Where is the caravan that yesternight,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To the merry sound</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of bells, set out of the city of delight</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To Nubia bound?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where is the Nubian caravan that late</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Passed heavy-laden through Denderah’s gate,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Speeding to reach the city for the fete,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When gold and silver freely flow, when Allah’s bounties abound?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Where is the crested lark, the golden thrush</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of the sacred grove,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which made the sensitive accacia blush</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And bloom with love?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where has the bearded bustard fallen? where</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is Ibis, once the pet of Hermes fair,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nursing his purple wings and his despair?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where is the red flamingo hiding, where’s the house of the turtle-dove?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Across the welkin, like a shadow cast</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Upon a cloud, but one</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Undaunted dips his black wings in the blast</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And rears anon</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>His form against the rushing winds; alone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The vulture hovers around the flame-draped throne</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of Death, and over the palms that rock and moan,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Peering through the desolation, staring at the laughing sun.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And Khamsin, in her chariot of fire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Upon which clings</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The moult of her unsatiable desire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Delirious sings,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And shakes the harvest from her tangled hair—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The sesame seeds, the grasses sere, the tare,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The golden tassels which the rushes wear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The purple feathers of the ibis and the swallow’s shrivelled wings.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>She shakes her booty from her sapphire tresses</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In gleeful guile,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As she in passing savagely caresses</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The crouching Nile;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While everywhere, within her sight or call,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Along its banks or in its rushes tall,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>All things are swooning in her leaden thrall—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Yea, prostrate is the salamander, prostrate is the crocodile.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And when at intervals her madness takes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A sudden turn,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A lull ensues and over Egypt breaks</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The sacred urn</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of silence; while to quench her ancient thirst,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which licked up every running stream and cursed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Every pool in cave or hollow nursed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">She plunges deep into the Nile and wonders why his waters burn.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And wonders too when in the winnowed sands,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Out of the gloom</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of labyrinthine avenues and lands</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of mystic bloom,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Arise the scents of blossoms that have known</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ten thousand Khamsins, and were often blown</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To dust ere Menes sat upon his throne—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The blossoms of the teeming depths that float above the crest of doom.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Yea, and in the scattered dust of Ptah,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The flawless gleam</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That once shone in the fane of Amen-Ra</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Would fain redeem</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From darknesses of immemorial time,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which swallowed Thebes and Memphis in their prime,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The symbol of a heritage sublime,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And light again the sacred temple of the world’s eternal dream.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>For though the earth itself should perish in</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A flaming pyre,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the wasting sun should like a spider spin</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">His cobwebs of fire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yet in the <i lang="ar-Latn" xml:lang="ar-Latn">serdabs</i> under Khamsin’s feet,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Around the blue of Osiris’s judgment seat,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is this, which glyphs vermilion repeat:—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The sun of thought, of faith, of God shall never expire, shall never expire.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Albeit, in a mocking gust she veers</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Into the gloom</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That knows nor time nor sun, nor ever hears</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The voice of Doom;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And, rifling the bejewelled gods, she drops</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The veil of splendor from her howdah’s tops</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And rocks in state from Karnak to Cheops</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To tramp the dust of Pharoah’s pride, to smite the phantom of his tomb.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But mocking Khamsin, when her mood is spent,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Lulls the morn</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In luscious breezes swooning with the scent</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of love reborn;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Carressing winds! the tree senescent grows</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In you as young as fruitful, and the rose</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon the bistre lips of Ramesis blows,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Whispering of things immortal to the wandering seed and the reed forlorn.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>She passes in phantasmagoric waves</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Over shifting dunes,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Through shattered orbs, beyond the barren caves</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of mouldering moons,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While the antique youth the Sun, as young today</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As when the cricket first essayed her lay,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Across the flood of Nilus makes his way,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And with him weaves for Egypt wondrous summer garlands and galloons.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<hr/>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And lo, the Khamsin of the world, in flames</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of crimson hue</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And clouds of vitriolic dust, proclaims</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The era new;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But through the storm a spirit wings his flight</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Across the phosphorescent gulfs of night.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And this, upon the rising sun, doth write:—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">God liveth, yea, God liveth still and man shall nothing rue.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="prayer-in-the-desert" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Prayer in the Desert</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O Lord of Bounties, melt thy heaven’s breath,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which spreads its gold around the head of Death—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which, while it smiles, devours all living things,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Giving to Desolation wondrous wings:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Lest in the waste Arabia’s star should wane,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A little rain, Allah, a little rain.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou Bountiful, thy Sun is weaving fast</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The shroud of Earth now in the sand-storm cast;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Earth can not weep—the well of faith is run—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Its rivers and its desert sands are one:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O thou Bestower, once more sustain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy sun-crowned Daughter with a little rain.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Quiet this rising phantom-haunted sea</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of sands; the Faithful from its fury free;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Enchain the monsters of the dire simoom—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let not the desert be thy children’s tomb.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou Merciful, assist us to attain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Our goal—a little rain, a little rain!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Arabia’s thousand wounds to thee appeal,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And with our lips its gaping wounds we seal;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Prostrate upon the sands we lift our hearts,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Pierced in thy presence by thy flaming darts.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy children, Allah, in the throes of pain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Pray for a little rain, a little rain!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="water-and-flowers" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Water and Flowers</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Here are flowers, O my Beloved,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Here are flowers;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let us lay our hearts today</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Among the flowers;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let us not be led astray</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>By the mirage far away;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Here is verdure, and in verdure</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Love embowers.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Here are springs, O my beloved,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Here are springs;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let us rest and build a nest</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Near the springs;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let us cease our weary quest</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the mountains of the blest;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Here is water, and in water</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Blessing sings.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-song-of-rain" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Song of Rain</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Allah is merciful, Allah is kind,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>His heart, in the tears of the earth, is enshrined;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">He chains the desire</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">Of whirlwind and fire:—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The Drought, the Simoon and their forces entire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the fast spreading shades of his pity, suspire;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">It rains, it rains.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Allah is gracious, Allah is sweet,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The desert is flowering under his feet;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">E’en the fires he fanned,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">And the mountains they spanned,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the caverns that groan under burdens of sand</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Are dazed with the bounties that flow from his hand;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">It rains, it rains!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Allah ’s all-seeing, Allah is wise,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The palm from the stone to praise him shall rise;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">The deer in the dale,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">The plant in the shale,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The bird in the nest, and the gull in the gale</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Are joyously chanting, Hail, Allah, hail!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">It rains, it rains!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Allah is mighty, Allah is great,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>His hands all things resuscitate;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">He burns the shroud,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">He shakes the cloud,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the dead of the earth with new life are endowed—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The bones of the earth are joyous and proud;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">It rains, it rains!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-house-of-night" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The House of Night</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Her sable robes the gloaming trails</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">From golden strand to purple height,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And softly, over the wealds and dales,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Into the vacant House of Night.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But lo, where first her footsteps mark</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The sunset’s last extinguished pyre—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Above the hills—a saffron spark,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A gleam of unconjectured fire.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Between the foliaged zone and sky,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where sentries of the forest stand,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>It peeps and flits—a firefly;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">It soars and glows—a firebrand.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>A sacred flame from hemlock shades,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Rising like a mystic sign</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Above the silence of the glades</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Into the solitudes divine.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>A sign perchance from those who pass</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To those who follow in the gloom,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Dancing round a moulten mass</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Above the grudging gulfs of doom.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>A new-born world, though years untold</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Have fed the forge that gave it breath,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where Life still casts of beaten gold</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Cressets for the shrine of Death.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>A dying world, though like a gem</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of sapphire hues in nacre bright,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Dropt from the zone or diadem</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of the immortal queen of night.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>A world! From depths to heights as dark</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">It leaps anon into the dance</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And whirls away—’t is but a spark</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">From the anvil of the God of Chance,</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But Faith and Fancy often mar</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The mystery of things divine;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For that which is a rolling star</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Was fluttering neath a lonely pine.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And lo, another orb doth roll</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Above the groves where once it trod;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And still another seeks its goal</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In the infinities of God.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>From where the eagle marks his flight,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Across the void that earth-bound seems,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They twinkle forth, a circle of light,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Around the Gloaming’s couch of dreams.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And thus they first themselves disguise</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">As glow worms in the gathering gloom,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And suddenly refulgent rise</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">O’er the abysmal tracks of doom.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>For aeons thus, from hill to sea,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Athwart the grudging gulfs they glow;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And waning tell of the worlds that be</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And the ghosts of worlds of long ago.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>For aeons thus, their torches high,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The gods unseen—as when the light</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of day conceals the starry sky—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Illuminate the House of Night.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="after-reading-king-lear" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">After Reading King Lear</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Is ’t strange that in the cycle of his woes,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Which shakes his cloud-embosomed peak of years</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And shatters the very fountain of his tears,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>He seeks the friendly path of winds and snows?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When Villany forgiven more villanous grows,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And Treason in his robes herself attires,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And Love beneath Adultery’s sheet expires,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is ’t strange that mating with the Storm he goes?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Father and King! in sooth, they know thee well—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The Whirlwind and the Forest and the Night;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But we who in the obscure shelters dwell</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Know better of thy sorrow than thy might.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Father and King! thy heritage is vast;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Wherever children be, its seeds are cast.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-wanderer" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Wanderer</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I wander among the hills of alien lands</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where Nature her prerogative resigns</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To Man; where Comfort in her shack reclines</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And all the arts and sciences commands.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">But in my soul</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The eastern billows roll—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I hear the voices of my native strands.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>My lingering eyes, a lonely hemlock fills</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With grace and splendor rising manifold;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Beneath her boughs the maples spread their gold</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And at her feet, the silver of the rills.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">But in my heart</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">A peasant void of art</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Echoes the voices of my native hills.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>On every height a studied art confines</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">All human joy in social pulchritude;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The boxwood frowns where beckoning birches stood,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And where the thrushes carolled Fashion dines.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">But through the spreading cheer</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The shepherd’s reed I hear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Beneath my Lebanon terebinths and pines.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And though no voices here are heard of toil,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Nor accents least of sorrow, nor the din</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of multitudes, nor even at the Inn</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The City is permitted aught to spoil,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Yet in my breast,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">A shack at best,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Laments the mother of my native soil.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Even where the sumptuous solitudes deny</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A shelter to a bird or butterfly,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As in the humblest dwelling of the dale</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A gracious welcome ’s shown the passer-by;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">But evermore clear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Allwhere I hear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The calling of my native hut and sky.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Land of my birth! a handful of thy sod</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Resuscitates the flower of my faith;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For whatsoever the seer of science sayth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thou art the cradle and the tomb of God;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And forever I behold</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">A vision old</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of Beauty weeping where He once hath trod.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="lebanus" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<header>
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Lebanus</h2>
|
||
<p epub:type="bridgehead">To <abbr class="eoc" epub:type="z3998:personal-name">B. C. R.</abbr></p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i1">O my Love, how long wilt thou continue</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Fondly nursing every dreaming Hour!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Our Lebanus, O my Love, is calling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Yea, and waiting in his ancient Tower.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>In his ancient, cedar-shaded castle,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Night and day, Lebanus sits a-musing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of the memories that bloom unnoticed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Every season at the feet of Sorrow;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Musing of the radiant days of Tammuz</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That went dancing with the bride of summer</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Down the deep and pine-encircled Wadi;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Musing of the time the Prophets kindled</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sacred fire in Man’s empurpled temples,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Blazing all the highways of the world;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Musing of the days embattled monarchs</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Laid their shields and lances at his feet,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Bowed before his throne invincible.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O my Love, the sad and lonely Cedar,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ever rocking in her arid splendor,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ever in penurious shades embosomed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Reaches out for water in the meadows</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And for sunlight in deserted vineyards;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Rears her hope above the snow eternal</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Crowning her Time-hallowed desolation.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O my Love, the crumbling Temple ’s dreaming</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of the star that wanders from its orbit,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of the rose that blooms and dies forsaken,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of the leaves that fall from sheltering branches</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Only to become the sport of chance winds</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Or the bed of some unsightly creeper;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Dreaming of the Lebanon lily, drooping</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the dells beneath forbidding ridges;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Dreaming of the corymbs of the elder</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That forgot the touch of loving hands,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the zephyr of the South, which passes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O’er their bloom of tender welcome, only</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Fans into a flame the smoldering embers</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of the anguish of departed lovers.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O my Love, the furzes are in full bloom</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Waiting on the terrace of Lebanus</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the ardent and enamored seeker—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Waiting, and the secret of their silence</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Locked remains within their shells of amber</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Till thou comest, till they hear thee whisper,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<em>I am thine and thou art mine forever.</em>
|
||
</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i1">O my Love, how long wilt hither tarry,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Making toys of Time’s discarded hours?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Fair Lebanus, O my Love, is calling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Yea, and waiting in his House of Flowers.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And around it wings of song unnumbered,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Amber-tinted, beryline, vermilion,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Pour their riches in the land of mourning,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Strew their silver in the olive grove,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Weave their magic through the almond blossoms,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shake the incense from the terebinths,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Spread in vain their gladness o’er the pines.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yea, a sea of Siren witchery,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like the sundown inundates the heaven,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Rolling o’er a sea of boughs emblossomed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Multi-hued, a-glow with burning rapture;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Waves of song are on the scented breezes,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Rolling o’er the virgin snow of Sanneen,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O’er the trackless verdure of the lowland,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O’er the mottled mountains joined forever</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In a wild embrace of stony silence;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Rolling over Wadis fondly nursing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Cyclamens of unremembered seasons,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Oleanders of unfathered beauty,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Irises of mothered tenderness.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yea, my Love, the robin in the olives</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thrills the very shadow of the branch;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the pomegranate, thrush and skylark</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Fill its crimson cups with flaming rapture;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the fig tree and the laden vineyard,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Bulbuls chant the joy of harvest-time.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yea, my Love, the birds of dawn are calling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whispering, chattering, warbling everywhere,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Dancing, flitting, waiting in the groves,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Lingering in the chinks of terraces,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Making early visits to their young.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nay, they’re busy making preparation</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For thy coming, longing to behold thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Singing meanwhile to the morning star,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which borrows from thine eyes its radiance,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From thy tresses, all its golden splendor.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i1">O my Love, how long wilt hither tarry,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Wilt dally with the web of Time, how long?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Lone Lebanus, O my Love, is calling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Yea, and waiting in his House of Song.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And over it our star is re-appearing!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The star of our own destiny is rising</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O’er the mountains of embrace eternal,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O’er the cedars of the sacred faith,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O’er the ruins of the ancient temple,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Flooding them with light of tender pallor</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like the light that lingers in the eyes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of parted lovers—shaking from the bosom</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of night their shadows, dew-drenched, iris-scented—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Garlanding the messengers of morning</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the coming of the well-loved stranger.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yea, the Star of Love, the Light supernal,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Before which bowed the world in adoration,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is re-appearing in the Orient heaven</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For thy sake, for thee, O my Belovéd.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yea, without thee, neither song nor flower</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nor star nor temple of antique Lebanus,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Has aught compelling of the Soul’s devotion.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But with thee, the caves, the naked ridges,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The very rocks betoken the divine.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i1">O my Love, how long wilt hither tarry</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Weaving gossamer of day and night?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Sad Lebanus, O my Love, is calling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Yea, and waiting in his House of Light.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-pagan" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Pagan</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I walked into her Temple, as of yore</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">My Tyrian sires, allured by cryptic signs;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But sudden as I entered closed the door</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Upon the hope that mortal love resigns</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Before her ancient, myrtle-bowered shrines.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I sorrowed not; though every lamp I lit</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Flamed up in speech articulate and said,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Beware, O foolish Worshipper! ’t is writ:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“Who craves a gift shall give his soul instead,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Who lights a lamp is cursèd of the dead.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I did not heed; I passed from shrine to shrine,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Filling the lamps with oil, the Fane with light;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But when I approached, O One Eternal, thine,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I heard the terror of her tongue, and Night</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Was creeping on her brow of malachite.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I did not stop, although the votive oil</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I poured into thine urn to water turned;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But when the Dawn her enchantments came to foil,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The secret of thy clemency I learned—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Again the oil upon thine altar burned.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Then suddenly the Temple shook and swayed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And all the shrines, except thine, disappeared;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Even so her heart, by knowledge undismayed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">On Love’s one altar with thy hand upreared,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To Love’s one God is evermore endeared.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-lost-disciple" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Lost Disciple</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O Master, I can not adventure with thee;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">At the Door of the Dawn, in my lone wandering,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I have broken my staff; for the true dawn is she</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Who comes every day with her jar to the spring.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Ay, Master, I tarried last night at the gate</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of her garden, which kisses the Lake Galilee;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She was gathering flowers and fruits for the Fete,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And with tulips and poppies she beckoned to me.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>In her lamp there was oil, in my hand there was fire;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In her house cried a voice, “O make haste with the flame!”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On my lips were the names of the daughters of Tyre,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">On her breast were the lilies that whispered thy name.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I have dared, O my Master, to envy thy feet,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And to yearn for the love of a Magdalen fair;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I have dreamed that mine, too, in the heart of the street,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Were laved with her own hands and dried with her hair.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O Master, my lips her devotion have stained,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For her soul’s precious ointments were offered too late;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I have lost in the fire of my lust what I gained</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In my longing and love for her love and thy fate.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="from-the-arabic" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">From the Arabic</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Why art thou so hushed and sad,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">So thin and wan?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Who robbed thee of thy flesh and song—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Was it Ramadhan?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Nay, Ramadhan is not to blame,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For I have ceased to fast and pray;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But to my vacant Dwelling came</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">An unknown Guest—he came to stay.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And in my heart he eats and drinks;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">He drinks my blood, of wines the best,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And eats my burning flesh—ah, yes,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">My love for Zahra is that Guest.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="she-went-out-singing" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">She Went Out Singing</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>She went out singing, and the poppies still</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Crowd round her door awaiting her return;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She went out dancing, and the doleful rill</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Lingers beneath her walls her news to learn.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Their love is but a seed of what she has sown;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Their grief is but a shadow of my own.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O Tomb, O Tomb! did Zahra’s beauty fade,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Or dost thou still preserve it in thy gloom?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O Tomb, thou art nor firmament nor glade,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Yet in thee shines the moon and lilies bloom.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="hanem" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Hanem</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Hanem, we must have met before,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Perhaps a thousand years ago;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I still remember when I tore</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Your virgin veil of lunar snow.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>By Allah, I remember, too,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When, sousing in my mortal bain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>You bit my lip and said, “Adieu,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When shall we, Syrian, meet again?”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Hanem, thine eyes are brighter far</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Than when in mine they shone one day;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I wager every moon and star</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The tax of lustre to them pay.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And those who dared with them to jest,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where are they now?—those lovers slain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Who whispered dying on your breast,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“O Hanem, shall we meet again?”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The victims of your eyes are here,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In pyramids they keep their clay;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And even your sister Flames are near—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">They fain would kiss my soul away.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Full many a time from them you bore</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">This mortal love, this mortal gain;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Remember Nubia’s sable shore—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When shall we, Hanem, meet again?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p>L’Envoi</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Why quickly through the Cairo street?—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Will you return?—Shall I remain?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Fate might not ever the chance repeat;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When shall we, Hanem, meet again?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="o-freedom" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">O Freedom</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O Freedom, in thy cause I fought,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For twenty years I fought in vain;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And in my mountain shelter naught</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">But worthless trophies now remain.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yet in my heart I hear a cry,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Which never there makes a vain appeal:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I would once more beneath thy sky</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Brandish my sharp and shining steel.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>How much one stakes upon thy dream,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">How much for but thy name we pay;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How cheap the passing ages seem,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When years are given for thy day.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How many still would fight and die</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In thine old cause and for thy weal!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I would once more beneath thy sky</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Brandish my sharp and shining steel.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The purest love I give away,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The bliss of it I set at naught;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Again I’m on my wayward way</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Seeking what I have often sought.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My wounded hopes, my bleeding ties,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">No peace inglorious e’er shall heal:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I would once more beneath thy skies</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Brandish my sharp and shining steel.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p>L’Envoi</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O Freedom, though thy price be high,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Though one for thee his life must seal,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I would once more beneath thy sky</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Brandish my sharp and shining steel.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-road-of-make-believe" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Road of Make-Believe</h2>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>She sits upon a rock along the stream</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That heard the whisper of her first Desire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Washing the faded garment of her Dream,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Which she had often carried to the Dyer—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The Dream of her self-centred lyric fire.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And in the flowing, scarlet wounds of Twilight,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Expiring on Aurora’s drooping wings</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Beneath the secret scimitar of Night,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">She dyes again her garment, while she sings</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of new-born love, though to self-love she clings.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>He seeks the path of glory in the noon</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of self-intoxication, dreaming still</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of power—wondering why the sun and moon</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Are not yoked to the chariot of his will.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">His soul, a clinging vine, his mind, an ill,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>He beats against the peaks of earth-bound dreams.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Subsisting on the thistles of his heart,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But ever seeking, in the fitful gleams</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of his own fire, self-admiration’s mart</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To mend his horn or whet his venomed dart.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">III</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>They walk together in the golden vast</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of vision-haunted, soul-alluring sands.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Beholding the illusions of the past</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Among the ruins of deserted lands;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Together, although neither understands</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The groping purpose of the other; and yet,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">While in their hearts the gods of conflict nod,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They gloze and smile, dissembling their regret:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Love, on the Road of Make-Believe, they prod,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">He going to the dogs and she, to God.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="renunciation" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Renunciation</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>At eventide the Pilgrim came</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And knocked at the Belovéd’s door.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Whose there!” a voice within, “Thy name?”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“ ’T is I,” he said.—“Then knock no more.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As well ask thou a lodging of the sea—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>There is no room herein for thee and me.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The Pilgrim went again his way</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And dwelt with Love upon the shore</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of self-oblivion; and one day</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">He knocked again at the Belovéd’s door.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Whose there?”—“It is thyself,” he now replied,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And suddenly the door was opened wide.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="a-sufi-song" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">A Sufi Song</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>My heart ’s the field I sow for thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For thee to water and to reap;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My heart ’s the house I ope for thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For thee to air and dust and sweep;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My heart ’s the rug I spread for thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For thee to dance or pray or sleep;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My heart ’s the pearls I thread for thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For thee to wear or break or keep;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My heart ’s a sack of magic things—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Magic carpets, caps and rings—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To bring thee treasures from afar</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And from the Deep.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-two-brothers" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Two Brothers<a href="#note-2" id="noteref-2" epub:type="noteref">2</a></h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>In the grotto the forest designed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where the firefly first dreamed of the sun</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the cricket first chirped to the blind</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Zoophyte—in the cave of the mind</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">We were born and our cradle is one.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>We are brothers: together we dwelt</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Unknown and unheard and unseen</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For aeons; together we felt</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The urge of the forces that melt</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The rocks into willowy green.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>For aeons together we drifted</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In the molten abysses of flame,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While the Cycles our heritage sifted</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From the vapor and ooze, and uplifted</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The image that now bears our name.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I am God: thou art Man: but the light</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That mothers the planets, the sea</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of star-dust that roofs every height</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of the Universe, the gulfs of the night—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">They are surging in thee as in me.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But out of the Chaos, to lead us,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The Giants that borrow our eyes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And lend us their shoulders, must heed us;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They yield us their purpose, they deed us</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Forever the worlds and the skies.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="god-of-the-distances-hear-us" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">God of the Distances, Hear Us</h2>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>God of the Distances, hear us—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hear us and guide us today.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy footsteps, though never so near us,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Are lost in the dust of the fray.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy high priests, who often have spoken</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The word that was heeded, are mute;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Their torch is extinguished; their token</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is distrust and discord and dispute.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>God of the Distances, never</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Was man, though still fettered, so free</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To challenge his star and to sever</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Himself from the past and from thee.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But we, though our spirit is broken,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We heed thee again and anon;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We trust thee, O God, though thy token</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Be the desert, thy promise, the sun.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Forever the Distances call us—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The Distances veiled of the Dream;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And we come, whatsoever befall us,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Our pledges and thine to redeem.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We come; and though often we altered</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Our course at the gates of dismay,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We never looked backward or faltered,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Never regretted our way.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>God of the Distances, hear us—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hear us and guide us today.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>From the cave of the first Dream we wandered</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Through the forests of Fate and of Chance;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And on many an illusion we squandered</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The treasures of Faith and Romance.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We fared with the Fairies of noontide,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We roved with the Jinn of the night;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Our high priests we left on the wayside,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Our prophets we lost on the height</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of rebellion recurrent. We passed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Many a temple and shrine,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where the sherds of old creeds were recast</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And traded as tokens divine.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We passed them, forever consoled</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And cajoled by the Voice—“ ’T is the way</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of your goal; your forebodings allay.”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But thousands of cycles we told,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Millions of leagues we unrolled,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Heedless of Time and his sway.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>God of the visions of old,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hear us and guide us today.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">III</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>We sailed all the Seas of the Mind,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We rounded the Capes of the Soul,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We crossed all the Channels that roll</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Over the dead of our kind.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And on many a beckoning strand,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Furrowed with silvery streams,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We lingered, but lo, in the land</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Were the desolate gardens of dreams.—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Onward! the sails of Desire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Born of the Distances’ fire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Tattered but ever unfurled,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To worlds undiscovered aspire—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To the life-giving worlds of our world.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Onward! though no signs appear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where once rose the phares of the Seer</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the Prophet. On, on! to the goal,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though veiled in the billows that roll</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Over Orion.—The fear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of the Distances never was liege</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of our hearts; but the Mazes besiege</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The bridges of Faith on our way.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>God of our vision austere,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hear us and guide us today.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">IV</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Hear us the Captains of Sorrow—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The tillers of the soil of defeat—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The lights of the oft promised morrow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whose false dawns thy promise repeat.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Our name and our purpose are written</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In blood on the tablets of Time;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Our spirit, though frequently smitten</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To the dust, has arisen, sublime</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And triumphant, again and again;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Our torch, though extinguished, was never</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Relinquished; our sword and our pen</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Are brandished forever and ever.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yea, the Ideal’s undying desire</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the wreaths of defeat it has won,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Their story, in letters of fire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is limned on the brow of the sun.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And not till a new world ’s begotten</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of the womb of our own, will the word</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of the soul of the earth be forgotten,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Or the cry of the earth be unheard.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’T is our word, ’t is our cry, ’t is our yearning,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which shall mark even the ending of Time;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For no cycle of darkness returning</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shall reach to the path we must climb,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Or efface from our sight the supernal</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Beauty of Truth born of Dream.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>God of the vision eternal,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We are thine, though in darkness we seem,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But hear us, O hear us today</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And help us again to our way.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="badruddin" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Badruddin</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Seek what you shall e’er possess,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O Badruddin,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Although it be a will-o’-the-wisp</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of the Unseen,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which you may never behold</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Until my suns and satellites are cold.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And in the seeking you shall find</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The hidden jewels of the soul and mind;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And every jewel shall reveal</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Things divine</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Even in a Sufi’s logic wheel,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yea, even in the lowing kine.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The eyewash, O lone Badruddin, I bring</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is of the first dews of the first-born spring.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Apply it and behold!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Your dog-bitten sandals are transformed into gold;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Your staff, sand-eaten and far-wandering,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is bursting into foliage, blossoming,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Bearing fruits of wondrous lush and glow;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And underneath the heavy-laden tree</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A maid, whose face dispels all human woe,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is cooking sesame for you and me.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Cast off the garments of the world</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And wear the sacred shades,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whose color of contentment never fades,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And sit beside me with the golden fawn,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whose name is Eternal Dawn.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O thou Belovéd, every word of thine</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is like a draught of purple wine;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Every syllable</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is like the singing of the bulbul.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>More potent are they than the magic lore</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which to the blind the sight restore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As now to one, who though a pilgrim old,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is but an infant in the cradle of love.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yea, O thou incomparably Sweet,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy words are to mine eyes a healing kohl,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Musk to my nostrils, balm to my soul,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Strengthening ointments to my feet.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And what, in the stores and treasures of the world,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is equal unto this?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Wealth and Beauty, Fame and Power,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They are but mirages in the boundless waste</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That separates me from thee—for an hour.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Once I tarried at a Well in an Oasis fair</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But in the cup I lifted to my lips</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I saw the image of thy wrath</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And my despair:—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I dashed against a rock the common clay</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And hastened away.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Now, O thou Beloved, I come to thee:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With thy beauty drunk and dumb;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Burdened with thy wealth, and lame;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ushered by thy liveried Fame;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In thy glory garbed I come.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But I tremble at thy threshold lest the thorns in my feet</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The story of my sacrifice repeat;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I tremble at thy threshold lest the flowers of my heart</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Betray the painted lips of conscious art;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I tremble at thy threshold lest the eyes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That long have sought to behold but once thy face,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Deserve not even thy shadow to embrace.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-sufi" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Sufi</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Lulled in the purple darkness is my soul,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Behind the curtain, Allah, of my sight,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where recreative waves of wonder roll</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From sad seas of color over dead seas of light:—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I close my eyes and lo, the laden Night</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Stops at the ivory gate to pay thy toll</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">To my soul.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And with it Wealth in Destitution’s van,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And power in the chariot of Dole,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And Fame upon the skeleton she stole</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From Death, Ambition, too, amidst her clan,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Spurring her jaded nag:—the Caravan</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of Life is at the gate to pay thy toll</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">To my soul.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>They pass: I open my eyes: and as I try</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To con the cruel pages of the scroll</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which Censure left in fragments at their goal,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then suddenly, illumining the sky,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A form of grace and beauty I descry.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’T is Love, O Allah, come to pay thy toll</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">To my soul.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But once, while lingering in the doleful shades,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Among the fallen, wine-stained colonnades</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of what was once thy temple, where still troll,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With languid step, the spirit of pagan maids,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I saw thee, Allah, coming through the glades</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With food of love and from thy scrip I stole</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">A jasmine for my hungry soul.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-fugitive" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Fugitive</h2>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">I saw Thee following me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">I heard Thee calling me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">I even felt Thine arrows in my tears;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">I know Thou art shadowing me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">And wilt yet, forestalling me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Whip out the vanities of all my years.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I ran and still I run away from Thee</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Through maze and mirage of mortality;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Over the hot sands and the frozen lakes,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Across the sable wilderness that breaks</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In fragrant moors, I ran to hills of dreams,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Up to the secret borderland that gleams</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Eternally, casting its shafts of light,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From every incommunicable height,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon the spinning feet of humankind.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O, how I leaped from peak to peak to find</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The path to the azure dance-hall of the world,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whose dome is gemmed, whose portals are empearled</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With hearts that melt and crystallize and shine—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With frozen music, frozen beads of wine—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And whose laughter echoes through the spinning spheres,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where we were taught to dance in former years.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yea, I, who lit Thine altar, as a boy,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And nursed in incense fumes my vision of joy,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And like a roebuck leaped across the rills,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And danced like sparks of sunlight o’er the hills,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To be, at early morn and eventide,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The first of acolytes that served with pride</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy venerable priests, alas! one day,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Casting my shame and piety aside,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I snuffed the candles out and walked away</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Into the dazzling night of dance and song,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Into the temple of the merry throng.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And ever since, a fugitive from Thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shod with Thy lightning, chuckling oft with glee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Unburdened and unfettered and undaunted,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With naught, not e’en my shamelessness to hide,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And only by beguiling Beauty haunted,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I trod the path of demiurgic pride.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yea, I was proud, when in the dawn’s desire</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I could command the fruit of every tree,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The bloom of every garden, and the fire</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of every passion, every ecstasy</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon my way. O pride of brawn and dare!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I’d shake the lustre from the stars and steal</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The sap from the vines of June, and I would share</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My booty with the comrade that would seal</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>His thieving faith with paeons to the deed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That knows nor law, nor moral code, nor creed.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I ran and still I run away from Thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Past pyramids and labyrinths of reason,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Through gleaming forests, where the upas tree</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Feeds both the saint and sinner for a season.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And I danced in its lethal shades; I climbed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Up to the highest fruit-concealing bough</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That bends beneath a mocking wing; I rhymed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My joy and pride; and o’er the very brow</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of Death I leaped into the howling void,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where the acrobats of Mind, with balance-pole</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of Logic in their hands, are ever employed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In scanning the dark canyons of the Soul.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And I was proud when on the tight rope I</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Essayed my feet and fixed my giddy brain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon the universe; whereat the sky</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Was but a mute infinity of vain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Belief; and every mystery divine,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A sea-washed, iridescent hollow shell</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon the sands of faith: yea, every sign</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon the road led to an empty well.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And I was proud—O pride of intellect!—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That the nothingness of things I could detect.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">III</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I ran and still I run away from Thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Mistaking Thy compassion for Thine ire;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A rebel I, fantastically free,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A green-eyed flame of crepitating fire</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whipped by the winds of Circumstance, and yet</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>By Thee pursued and by Thy love beset.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And why?—I oft pretend to know not why</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>This fond solicitude. For what am I</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But a bubble of vanity, a human thing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Puffed with the vision of a loneliness</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In which a pimpled Ego tries to sing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of Self, alas! and spread its ebon wing.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But I remember still Thy first caress,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which, in my infant vision I could feel</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Even as the flowers, which Thy love reveal,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Even as the ocean in the Moon’s embrace,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Even as the sunrise that reflects Thy face.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And this remembering, I hailed the soul,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Flaunting the sacred symbol of the goal</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That shrines Thine image; yea, and I was proud</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That, rising over Self Thyself to find,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With Thine own godliness I was endowed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And yet I am but partially resigned. …</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O, spiritual pride! which would disguise</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The hollow heart of Holier-than-thou</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In accents borrowed from the meek and wise,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I, too, have prated with a placid brow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though I, still casting shadows in the mire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Was but a scarecrow in the vineyard of desire.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">I saw Thee following me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">I heard Thee calling me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">I even felt Thine arrows in my tears;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">I know Thou art shadowing me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">And wilt yet, forestalling me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Whip out the vanities of all my years.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="a-chant-of-mystics" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">A Chant of Mystics</h2>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>From the Mist of Arcana we rise,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Through the Universe of Secrets we come,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And we enter the Tavern as Lovers,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whose features are pale as the false dawn,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whose statures are lean as the new moon.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like unto a jar is the body,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the soul in the jar</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is the silvery voice of the Fountain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is the rose-scented breath of the Mountain,</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">For your sake we have come</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">In the shape of a jar from the Sea;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">For your sake we have come as Disgrace,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">But glory incarnate are we.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">For the sake of the world we dance</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">O’er the flame, on the point of the lance.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">O, think us not mortal, for we</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Are the light on the foam of the sea.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Of a truth, we are kin to the sun,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The infinite source of all splendors;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We are one</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With the world’s riddles and wonders.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But not of the world nor the sun is the breath</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That lingers awhile in the regions of Death.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The dust on our sandals betrays us, we know—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We have travelled afar our devotion to show</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To him who is waiting for us at the gate</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of the Garden of Union our longing to sate.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i3">We shall interpret the Truth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">We shall the Secret unveil;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">For naked we come, like the dew,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Like the zephyr, we come, and the gale:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Naked, through thorn-bush and grass,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">We speak and we pass.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Our garments were burned in the fire of the Mind,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">In the world where the Deaf still dispute with the Blind.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>We are the Truth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And into the world</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">From the Universe of Secrets we’re hurled.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We are are the Truth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And into the skies</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">From the Mists of Arcana we rise.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>In the light of the day, in the stars of the night we behold</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The face of the Master, the feet of the Pilgrim of old;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the sigh of the wind and the voice of the thunder we hear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The plaint of the bard and the rhapsodic chant of the seer.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Without them, alas, we are dumb,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Though not deaf to the flute and the drum.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">But the vision is true,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">
|
||
<i lang="ar-Latn" xml:lang="ar-Latn">Allahu, Allahu!</i>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">They are garbed in blue,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">
|
||
<i lang="ar-Latn" xml:lang="ar-Latn">Allahu, Allahu!</i>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">They are drenched with dew,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">
|
||
<i lang="ar-Latn" xml:lang="ar-Latn">Allahu, Allahu!</i>
|
||
</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Hail, Sana’i<a href="#note-3" id="noteref-3" epub:type="noteref">3</a> the Moon of the Soul,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The Guide and the Road to the goal.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hail, Attar<a href="#note-4" id="noteref-4" epub:type="noteref">4</a> the Vezier of Birds,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Who sing in his musk-scented words.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hail, Arabi,<a href="#note-5" id="noteref-5" epub:type="noteref">5</a> the Tongue of the Truth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The Eye of the Prophet, in sooth.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hail, Rabi’a,<a href="#note-6" id="noteref-6" epub:type="noteref">6</a> the Heart of the Sphere,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Beloved of the bard and the seer;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The Rosebud that rises to greet</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The splendor beneath Allah’s feet.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hail, Gazzali,<a href="#note-7" id="noteref-7" epub:type="noteref">7</a> the Weaver of Light,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The maker of wings for the flight.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hail, Hallaj,<a href="#note-8" id="noteref-8" epub:type="noteref">8</a> the Diver divine,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whose pearls decorate every shrine,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whose blood was the pledge that his words,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span><em>I am Truth</em>, shall fore’er be a sign.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To Jelal’ud-Din Rumi,<a href="#note-9" id="noteref-9" epub:type="noteref">9</a> all hail!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The Master who flung every veil</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To the wind, who ne’er sober was seen,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though ne’er to the tavern had been;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But ever—and often alone—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Was dancing before Allah’s throne.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hail, Tabrizi,<a href="#note-10" id="noteref-10" epub:type="noteref">10</a> who nourished the Bard</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With jasmine and myrtle and nard;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Who loafed and invited his soul</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And would not write a word in his Scroll.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hail, Fared,<a href="#note-11" id="noteref-11" epub:type="noteref">11</a> the love-stricken one,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The heart of the rhapsodic Sun;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The soul of the Vineyard, the Press</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That knew every vineyard’s caress:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The host of the Tavern divine—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The <i lang="ar-Latn" xml:lang="ar-Latn">Saki</i>, the Cup, and the Wine.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i6">The vision is true,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i7">
|
||
<i lang="ar-Latn" xml:lang="ar-Latn">Allahu, Allahu!</i>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">They are garbed in blue,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i7">
|
||
<i lang="ar-Latn" xml:lang="ar-Latn">Allahu, Allahu.</i>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">They are drenched with dew,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i7">
|
||
<i lang="ar-Latn" xml:lang="ar-Latn">Allahu, Allahu!</i>
|
||
</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">And casting the years from their folds and the shame</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">From their bosoms, they leap in the circle of flame;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">They leap, with a flash of their limbs, to the dance</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">In the tender caress of the Beautiful’s glance.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For only in rapture the face of Belovéd is seen</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Through the mask of the spheres and the veils of existence terrene;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And only the slaves of Devotion and Love have the feet</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That dare to approach the enravishing glow of the Screen.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yea, hither we come as the flame of his rapturous fire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And to the music of rebec and flute, in the dance, we expire.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">III</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">Yea, Man is as near the Belovéd</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">As far from the world he may be;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">He is full of the beauty of Allah</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">As he’s void of the <em>Thou</em> and the <em>Me</em>.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Life and the world we abandon</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">That the Life of the world we may see.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">O, come to the assembly of Lovers</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">In the shade of the Tuba tree.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">O, come to the Banquet of Union</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And taste of the ecstasy.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">O, come to the Tavern where nectar</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And wine are a-flow as the sea.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">For only the drunken are sober,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And only the fettered are free.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Like the waves of the ocean we rise and we melt into foam</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That the Moon’s caravan might carry us back to our home.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Likes the motes in the sun-beam we dance in the dawn’s disarray</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That the sun might preserve us awhile from dust and decay;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But the atoms of being, the motes in the Sun of his Love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Are aflame with desire to be where no night is nor day.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Like a child in the cradle whose mother must rock it to sleep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">We rock to and fro that the child of our heart might be still;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like the lonely palm, when the whirlwinds over it sweep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">We sigh and we chafe in our chains, and we bow to his will.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Like the bird in the cage who pecks at his sugar and sings,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So we, in the Cage of the world, to quiet our wings.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But the vulgar will say that the dance of the palm ’s to the wind,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the bird to the sugar is singing—Alas! for the blind!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We come for their sake in the shape of a jar from the Sea;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We are filled with the water that heals; and though sealed, we are free.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">Nor Crescent nor Cross we adore;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Nor Budha nor Christ we implore;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Nor Muslem nor Jew we abhor:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">We are free.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">We are not of Iran or of Ind,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">We are not of Arabia or Sind:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">We are free.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">We are not of the East or the West;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">No boundaries exist in our breast:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">We are free.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">We are not made of dust or of dew;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">We are not of the earth or the blue:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">We are free.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">We are not wrought of fire or of foam;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Nor the sun nor the sea is our home;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Nor the angel our kin nor the gnome:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">We are free.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Yea, beyond all the moons and the suns and the stars, in a place</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where no shadow of horizon is, nor of darkness a trace,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where the Garden of God is a-bloom on Love’s radiant strand,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>There is our temple, our home, and our own native land.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yea, body and soul to the world and the sun do we give,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And in the First Soul—the Soul of Belovéd—eternally live.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">IV</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">Awake, O ye Pilgrims, awake!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">O Lovers, arise and prepare!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The drum of departure we hear;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">The Driver is come for the fare.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The camels are ready; their bells</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Are decking with silver the air.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Awake, O ye Pilgrims, awake!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">O Lovers, arise and prepare!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">The nightingale sings on the branch</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">To wake up the blossoms; the creek</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Whispers a word to the fern,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Who follows, his favor to seek;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The tulip is begging to go</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">With the zephyr who kisses her cheek;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The face of the Mist is a-glow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">For Dawn mounts the Minaret to speak:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">
|
||
<em>Open the road is, and safe;</em>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">
|
||
<em>No gates and no sentries are there;</em>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">
|
||
<em>Awake, O ye Pilgrims, awake!</em>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">
|
||
<em>O Lovers, arise and prepare!</em>
|
||
</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">Each moment a spirit is sent</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">With a message of mystery sealed;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Each moment a spirit goes forth</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">That the mystery might be revealed.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And whenever the Dawn opes his eyes,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">A blind one on the wayfare is healed;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Whenever a Lover appears,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">The Night drops her star-studded shield;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Whenever a Lover is slain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Blooms a flower in the world’s barley field.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And always the pangs of departure</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Are wrought into torches that flare.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Awake, O ye Pilgrims, awake!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">O Lovers, arise and prepare.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Ere the <i lang="ar-Latn" xml:lang="ar-Latn">saki</i> was born, ere the vineyard existed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The cup, bright and brimful, enchanted our eyne;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ere the tavern was built, we revelled and trysted</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With the loved One and drank to his beauty divine.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We drink till we wander away from Self and Desire—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We drink till in drunkenness we, on his bosom, expire.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>We have known long ago all the raptures of madness;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">All the raptures of burning from childhood we know;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In our soul is the soul of the Mother of gladness;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In our heart is the heart of the Father of woe.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Transported and smitten, we wander with ne’er a complaint;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Our story entrances the sinner, enraptures the saint.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Transported and smitten and drunk, we are thought to be mad;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Self-abandoned, unity-seeking, we’re the puzzle of fools;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the madman’s madness is varied in art, and the sad</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Piety-monger tickles his heart while he drools.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O, mind not the strings of our robe, they were loosed in the revel;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They snapped when we drank with the saint and danced with the devil.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>There is nothing that we would conceal in the seeking;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Our love is the sun and our passion its flame;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To dance-hall or tavern, we come not a-sneaking;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For the right and the wrong of the world are the same.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And if you are a seeker, the blood of Hypocrisy shed;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nor be trammeled by Shame—take a poniard and cut off her head.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">For your sake we have come</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">In the shape of a jar from the Sea;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">For your sake we have come as Disgrace.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">But glory incarnate are we.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">O think us not mortal, for we</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Are the light on the foam of the sea.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">Still higher our rank, though we come</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">With the flute and the drum.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">In the veils of the world do we come</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">With the flute and the drum.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">As vigilant warders we come</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">With the flute and the drum.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">To call you to the Tavern we come</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">With the flute and the drum.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">V</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Perchance in our sleep we become unaware</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of the circumstance strange of our birth;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Perchance a hair</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Divides the heaven and the earth.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But whether two worlds or a hundred, the loved One is all;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Only One do we seek, only One do we know,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Only One do we hear, do we see, do we call.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We come as the heroes and slaves of the Mighty, the Dear;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We come as the mind and the soul of the violet Sphere.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">What place have your meat and your bread</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Where we were first born, and first fed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Through our eye and our ear?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And now, without eyes we can see,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Without tongues we can speak,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Without ears we can hear.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And when the clouds and the storms of the Mind</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Darken and shut out the skies,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">We kindle the torch of the Heart,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Which we give to the mighty and wise.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>For the heart is the bird of a world made holy by song;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’T is the love-lorn and love-guided bulbul the owls among.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And when it wings all exultant its way over mountain and moor,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>It dreads nor the depths nor the heights nor the transcending lure.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The heart is a treasure of gold in the dust-pit of things;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’T is the rebec of love and of love forever it sings;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’T is the pearl in the sea and the phare on the shore of the Mind;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’T is the ear of the deaf and the all-seeing eye of the blind.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The heart is the maker of dreams, the alembic of power:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’T is the gate to all beauty, the key to the ivory tower;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">’T is the crown of the Budha, the Christ, ’t is the sword of the Prophet;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’T the flame in the temple of faith, and of reason, the flower.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The heart is the last star that leaves in the wake of the Night,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the first star that ushers Aurora’s pageant of light;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’T is the first and the last ray of hope, the salvation of man;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’T is our guide and our standard—the leader of our caravan.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">Hearken! the voice of our leader</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">In the dawn’s stillness and glow:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4"><i lang="ar-Latn" xml:lang="ar-Latn">Allahu, Allahu!</i> We’re ready!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Sight-seeing with us, who will go?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">The hour of departure is come,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">The caravan ’s moving. Woh ho!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">We are bound for a country of wonder,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Sight-seeing with us, who will go?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">Wherever we stop on the way</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Is a feast for the heart, and a show;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Everywhere, too, is a tavern,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Sight-seeing with us, who will go?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">He who has led us thus far</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Will lead us still further, we know:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">He opens to us every gate—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Sight-seeing with us, who will go?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">He is the magnet and we</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Are but pieces of steel: woh ho!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Earthward the Magnet is moving!—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Sight-seeing with us, who will go?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">Sweet scents from the curl of his tresses</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Are a-float on the breezes that blow</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">From the radiant peaks of the world:—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Sight-seeing with us, who will go?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">As we fix our amorous gaze</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Upon him more amorous we grow:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">He moves in a soul-witching maze:—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Sight-seeing with us, who will go?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Come! but come empty of purse and empty of hand;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Who travel with us shall not hunger or thirst, nor shall need;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the stores of the Master are open in every land,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And his Stewards, the Earth and the Sun, his wishes exceed.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">He is our need,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Our staff and our creed;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Of our hope and despair,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">He’s the Sun and the Seed.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Come, but come empty of heart and empty of mind;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Who travel with us shall not carry a thought or a care;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For they who all things abandon, everything find,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And they who are drawn to the loved One, escape every snare.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">He is our care,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Our goal and our snare;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Of our grief and our joy,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">The bequeather and heir.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header>
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">VI</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Grape-juice must ferment in the jar,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Ere it turns into wine;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So the heart, in the jar of Desire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">To sparkle and shine.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like the face of the mirror that ’s clear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Of image and form,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So the heart must be free e’en of shadows</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">To reflect the divine.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O Brothers, our words are the petals</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Of the rose that eternally blooms</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the thornless rose-bush of the Soul,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Which his image assumes.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O Brothers, our word is the truth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Our standard the guide;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No Sufis are speaking, but he</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">In whom all things abide.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yea, his parrots are we, sugar-chewing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">And repeating his words evermore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While the habitants rude of the world</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Camel-like thistles devour.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i5">Sugar-chewing we come for your sake;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Awake, O ye Pilgrims, awake!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">The cypress that once graced the grove,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Is a-float on the river of Love.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O Lovers, the Veil of the Secret he rends,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And like light drops of water, he gently descends.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>He walks on the face of the turbulent sea,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Driving before him the waves to their lee;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like a shepherd he calls, and his flock turned to foam,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Scurries and scampers, impatient for home.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A moment, alas! When his face is revealed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>All the wounds of the world are miraculously healed.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A moment, alas! When his light disappears,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The world is submerged in an ocean of tears.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i6">We are the light that is spun</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">For the firefly and the sun;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">We are the thread in the pearls</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">Of the sea and the tear.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Make use of our pearls, and our foam, and our fire;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For your sake we have come as Disgrace from the Sea;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For your sake we have come in the flesh of Desire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">But glory and beauty incarnate are we.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We are the flowers in his Garden, the lights in his Hall,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The sign on his Portal, but he, he is all—he is all!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">The banquet, the host, and the guest—</span>
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<br/>
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<span class="i4">The seeker, the sought, and the quest—</span>
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<br/>
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<span class="i6">All three,</span>
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<br/>
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<span class="i6">Is he.</span>
|
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<br/>
|
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<span class="i4">The given, the taker, the giver—</span>
|
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<br/>
|
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<span class="i4">Love, the beloved, the lover—</span>
|
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<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">All three,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">Is he.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
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<span>And we, to rejoin him, like torrents, escape through the hills;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
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<span>No fetters, no walls can restrain us, no welfare, no ills.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i8">Hope is sighing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">Faith is crying,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">Creeds are dying—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i9">Allah, Allah!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i8">A clap of thunder</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">Rents asunder</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">Man’s little Wonder—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i9">Allah, Allah!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i8">Idols tumble</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">In a jumble,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">Temples crumble—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i9">Allah, Allah!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i8">Flames are sweeping;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">Priests are reaping;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">Kings are weeping—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i9">Allah, Allah!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i8">Ashes cumber</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">Flame and ember,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">Who remember—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i9">Allah, Allah!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i8">Night is crawling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">Stars are falling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">Souls are calling—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i9">Allah, Allah!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i8">Orbs are winging,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">Fire-bringing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">And of him singing—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i9">Allah, Allah!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i8">Clove and nard, in</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">His first garden.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">Wait his pardon—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i9">Allah, Allah!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i8">Every flower</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">In his bower</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">Is Love’s dower—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i9">Allah, Allah!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i8">His compassion</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">And his passion</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i8">Are our fashion—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i9">Allah, Allah!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">Whirl, whirl, whirl,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Till the world is the size of a pearl.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Dance, dance, dance,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Till the world ’s like the point of a lance.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Soar, soar, soar,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Till the world is no more.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<section id="endnotes" epub:type="endnotes backmatter">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Endnotes</h2>
|
||
<ol>
|
||
<li id="note-1" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>A dry wind from the Sahara that prevails in Egypt about fifty days. Hence its name—Khamsin. <a href="#noteref-1" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-2" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>I have tried to embody in these stanzas the idea, shared partly by the Sufi, that God and the Universe are one. <a href="#noteref-2" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-3" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>Famous Sufi poet of Persia. <a href="#noteref-3" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-4" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>Famous Sufi poet of Persia. <a href="#noteref-4" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-5" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>Sufi philosopher and poet of Arabia. <a href="#noteref-5" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-6" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>Famous Sufi poet of Persia. <a href="#noteref-6" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-7" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>Sufi philosopher and poet of Arabia. <a href="#noteref-7" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-8" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>Sufi philosopher and poet of Arabia. <a href="#noteref-8" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-9" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>Famous Sufi poet of Persia. <a href="#noteref-9" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-10" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>Famous Sufi poet of Persia. <a href="#noteref-10" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-11" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>The foremost Sufi poet of Arabia. <a href="#noteref-11" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
</ol>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="colophon" epub:type="colophon backmatter">
|
||
<header>
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Colophon</h2>
|
||
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