Love's feet are stained with clay and travel-sore,
And dusty are Song's lucent wing and hairs.
O Love, that must do
courtesy to decay,
Eat hasty bread
standing with loins up-girt,
How shall this stead thy feet for their sore way?
Ah, Song, what brief embraces balm thy hurt!
Had Jacob's toil full guerdon, casting his
Twice-seven heaped years to burn in Rachel's kiss?
{2} The Ark of the Egyptian
temple was sealed with clay, which the
Pontiff-king broke when he entered the inner
shrine to offer
worship.
THE HEART.
Two Sonnets.
(To my Critic, who had objected to the phrase--'The heart's burning
floors.')
I
The heart you hold too small and local thing,
Such
spacious terms of
edifice to bear.
And yet, since Poesy first shook out her wing,
The
mighty Love has been impalaced there;
That has she given him as his wide demesne,
And for his sceptre ample empery;
Against its door to knock has Beauty been
Content; it has its
purple canopy
A dais for the
sovereign lady spread
Of many a lover, who the heaven would think
Too low an awning for her
sacred head.
The world, from star to sea, cast down its brink--
Yet shall that chasm, till He Who these did build
An awful Curtius make Him, yawn unfilled.
II
O nothing, in this
corporal earth of man,
That to the
imminent heaven of his high soul
Responds with colour and with shadow, can
Lack correlated
greatness. If the scroll
Where thoughts lie fast in spell of hieroglyph
Be
mighty through its
mighty habitants;
If God be in His Name; grave potence if
The sounds unbind of hieratic chants;
All's vast that vastness means. Nay, I affirm
Nature is whole in her least things exprest,
Nor know we with what scope God builds the worm.
Our towns are copied fragments from our breast;
And all man's Babylons
strive but to impart
The grandeurs of his Babylonian heart.
A SUNSET.
From Hugo's 'Feuilles d'Automne'.
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams
splinter in an azure
atmosphereOn cloudy archipelagos.
Oh gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the
immensesublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flames a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapours drew
A sudden elemental sword.
The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the
sullen fold;
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;
Or on the blurred horizons joins his battle with the haze;
Or pools the glooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze
Great moveless meres of radiance.
Then mark you how there hangs a
thwart the firmament's swept track
Yonder a
mightycrocodile with vast irradiant back,
A
triple row of
pointed teeth?
Under its burnished belly slips a ray of eventide,
The flickerings of a hundred glowing clouds its tenebrous side
With scales of golden mail ensheathe.
Then mounts a palace, then the air vibrates--the
vision flees.
Confounded to its base, the
fearful cloudy
edificeRuins
immense in mounded wrack:
Afar the fragments strew the sky, and each envermeiled cone
Hangeth, peak
downward,
overhead, like mountains overthrown
When the
earthquake heaves its hugy back.
These vapours with their leaden, golden, iron, bronz-ed glows,
Where the
hurricane, the waterspout,
thunder, and hell repose,
Muttering
hoarse dreams of destined harms,
'Tis God who hangs their
multitude amid the skiey deep,
As a
warrior that suspendeth from the roof-tree of his keep
His
dreadful and resounding arms!
All vanishes! The sun, from topmost heaven precipitated,
Like to a globe of iron which is tossed back fiery red
Into the
furnace stirred to fume,
Shocking the cloudy surges, plashed from its
impetuous ire,
Even to the
zenith spattereth in a flecking scud of fire
The vaporous and inflam-ed spume.
O
contemplate the heavens! whenas the vein-drawn day dies pale,
In every season, every place, gaze through their every veil,
With love that has not speech for need;
Beneath their
solemn beauty is a
mysteryinfinite:
If winter hue them like a pall; or if the summer night
Fantasy them with
starry brede.
HEARD ON THE MOUNTAIN.
From Hugo's 'Feuilles d'Automne'.
Have you sometimes, calm, silent, let your tread aspirant rise
Up to the mountain's
summit, in the presence of the skies?
Was't on the borders of the South? or on the Bretagne coast?
And at the basis of the mount had you the Ocean tossed?
And there, leaned o'er the wave and o'er the immeasurableness,
Calm, silent, have you harkened what it says? Lo, what it says!
One day at least,
whereon my thought, enlicens-ed to muse,
Had drooped its wing above the beach-ed margent of the ooze,
And, plunging from the mountain
height into the immensity,
Beheld upon one side the land, on the other side the sea.
I harkened, comprehended,--never, as from those abysses,
No, never issued from a mouth, nor moved an ear, such voice as this
is!
A sound it was, at outset, vast, immeasurable,
confused,
Vaguer than is the wind among the tufted trees effused,
Full of
magnificent accords, suave murmurs, sweet as is
The evensong, and
mighty as the shock of panoplies
When the
hoarse melee in its arms the closing squadrons grips,
And pants, in
furious breathings, from the clarions'
brazen lips.
Unutterable the
harmony, unsearchable its deep,
Whose fluid undulations round the world a
girdle keep,
And through the vasty heavens, which by its surges are washed young,
Its
infinite volutions roll, enlarging as they throng,
Even to the
profound arcane, whose
ultimate chasms sombre
Its shattered flood englut with time, with space and form and
number.
Like to another
atmosphere with thin o'erflowing robe,
The hymn
eternal covers all the inundated globe:
And the world, swathed about with this investuring symphony,
Even as it trepidates in the air, so trepidates in the
harmony.
And
pensive, I attended the
ethereal lutany,
Lost within this containing voice as if within the sea.
Soon I
distinguished, yet as tone which veils
confuse and smother,