Returned for
valiant labour: she and they
Defeated and
victorious turn by turn;
By loss enriched, by
overthrow restored.
Exchange of powers of this
conflict came;
Defacement none, nor ever squandered force.
Is battle nature's
mandate, here it reigned,
As music unto the hand that smote the strings;
And she the rosier from their showery brows,
They
fruitful from her ploughed and harrowed breast.
Back to the primal
rational of those
Who suck the teats of milky earth, and clasp
Stability in
hatred of the insane,
Man stepped; with wits less
fearful to pronounce
The
mortal mind's
concept of earth's divorced
Above; those beautiful, those masterful,
Those
lawless. High they sit, and if descend,
Descend to reap, not sowing. Is it just?
Earth in her happy children asked that word,
Whereto within their breast was her reply.
Those beautiful, those masterful, those
lawless,
Enjoy the life prolonged, outleap the years;
Yet they ('twas the Great Mother's voice inspired
The audacious thought), they,
glorious over dust,
Outleap not her; disrooted from her soar,
To meet the certain fate of earth's divorced,
And clap lame wings across a
wintry haze,
Up to the
farthest bourne: im
mortal still,
Thenceforth innocuous; lovelier than when ruled
The Tyranny. This her voice within them told,
When
softly the Great Mother chid her sons
Not of the giant brood, who did create
Those
lawless Gods, first offspring of our brain
Set moving by an
abject blood, that waked
To
wanton under elements more benign,
And planted aliens on Olympian heights; -
Imagination's
cradle poesy
Become a
monstrouspressure upon men; -
Foes of good Gaea; until dispossessed
By light from her, born of the love of her,
Their
lordship the illumined brain rejects
For earth's beneficent, the sons of Law,
Her other name. So spake she in their heart,
Among the wheat-blades proud of stalk; beneath
Young vine-leaves pushing timid fingers forth,
Confidently to cling. And when brown corn
Swayed armied ranks with softened
cricket song,
With gold necks bent for any zephyr's kiss;
When vine-roots daily down a rubble soil
Drank fire of heaven athirst to swell the grape;
When swelled the grape, and in it held a ray,
Rich issue of the
embrace of heaven and earth;
The very eye of
passion drowsed by
excess,
And yet a burning lion for the spring;
Then in that time of general cherishment,
Sweet breathing balm and flutes by cool wood-side,
He the harsh rouser of ire being
absent, caged,
Then did good Gaea's children gratefully
Lift hymns to Gods they judged, but praised for peace,
Delightful Peace, that answers Reason's call
Harmoniously and images her Law;
Reflects, and though short-lived as then, revives,
In memories made present on the brain
By natural yearnings, all the happy scenes;
The picture of an earth
allied to heaven;
Between them the known smile behind black masks;
Rightly their various moods interpreted;
And
frolic because toilful children borne
With larger
comprehension of Earth's aim
At loftier, clearer, sweeter, by their aid.
THE NIGHT-WALK
Awakes for me and leaps from shroud
All radiantly the moon's own night