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The mother said " They have taken the The wages of sin is death : if the wages child
of Virtue be dust, To spill his blood and heal the land : ! Would she have heart to endure for The land is sick, the people diseased,
the life of the worm and the fly? And blight and famine on all the lea : She desires no isles of the blest, no quiet The holy Gods, they must be appeased, seats of the just, So I pray you tell the truth to me. | To rest in a golden grove, or to bask They have taken our son,
in a summer sky: They will have his life.
Give her the wages of going on, and not Is he your dearest ?
to die. Or I, the wife ?”.
THE HIGHER PANTHEISM. The King bent low, with hand on brow,
He stay'd his arms upon his knee : The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, “O wife, what use to answer now?
the hills and the plains — For now the Priest has judged for me." Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him The King was shaken with holy fear :
who reigns ? “The Gods," he said, “would have chosen well;
Is not the Vision He? tho' He be not Yet both are near, and both are dear,
that which He seems ? And which the dearest I cannot tell !” | Dreams are true while they last, and do But the Priest was happy,
we not live in dreams?
Earth, these solid stars, this weight of
body and limb,
Are they not sign and symbol of thy diVI.
vision from Him? The rites prepared, the victim bared,
The knife uprising toward the blow, Dark is the world to thee : thyself art the To the altar-stone she sprang alone,
reason why ; “Me, not my darling, no?"
For is He not all but thou, that hast He caught her away with a sudden cry; L power to feel “I am I" ?
Suddenly from him brake his wife, And shrieking “ I am his dearest, 1- Glory about thee, without thee; and thou I am his dearest !” rush'd on the knife. fulfillest thy doom, And the Priest was happy,
Making Him broken gleams, and a stified “O, Father Odin,
splendor and gloom.
Speak to Him thon for He hears, and
Spirit with Spirit can meet —
Closer is He than breathing, and nearer
than hands and feet.
God is law, say the wise ; 0 Soul, and WAGES.
let us rejoice,
For if He thunder by law the thunder is Glory of warrior, glory of orator, glory
yet His voice. of song,
Law is God, say some : no God at all, Paid with a voice flying by to be lost
says the fool; on an endless sea —
For all we have power to see is a straight Glory of Virtue, to fight, to struggle, to staff bent in a pool;
right the wrong Nay, but she aim'd not at glory, no And the ear of man cannot hear, and the lover of glory she :
eye of man cannot see ; Give her the glory of going on, and still But if we could see and hear, this Vision to be.
were it not He ?
| Struck out the streaming mountain-side,
and show'd Flower in the crannied wall,
A riotous contluence of watercourses I pluck you out of the crannies ; -
Blanching and billowing in a hollow of Hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
it, Little flower – but if I could understand
Where all but yester-eve was dusty-dry. What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
"Storm, and what dreams, ye holy
Gods, what dreams !
We do but recollect the dreams that
come Lucilia, wedded to Lucretius, found | Just ere the waking : terrible ! for it Her master cold ; for when the morning seem'd flush
A void was made in Nature ; all her Of passion and the first embrace had died bonds Between them, tho' he loved her none the Crack'd ; and I saw the flaring atomless,
streams Yet often when the woman heard his foot | And torrents of her myriad universe, Return from pacings in the field, and Ruining along the illimitable inane,
Fly on to clash together again, and To greet him with a kiss, the master took make Small notice, or austerely, for- his mind Another and another frame of things Half buried in some weightier argument, For ever : that was mine, my dream, I Or fancy-borne perhaps upon the rise
knew it And long roll of the Hexameter ---- he past Of and belonging to me, as the Jog To turn and ponder those three hundred With inward yelp and restless forefoot scrolls
plies Left by the 'Teacher whom he held divine. | His function of the woodland : but the She brook'd it not; but wrathful, petulant,
| I thought that all the blood by Sylla shed Dreaming some rival, sought and found | Came driving rainlike down again on a witch
earth, Who brew'd the philtre which had power, And where it dash'd the reddening they said,
meadow, sprang To lead an errant passion home again. No dragon warriors from Cadmean teeth, And this, at times, she mingled with his for these I thought my dream would drink,
show to me, And this destroy'd him ; for the wicked But girls, Hetairai, curious in their art, broth
Hired animalisms, vile as those that Confused the chemic labor of the blood, made And tickling the brute brain within the The mulberry-faced Dictator's orgies man's
worse Made havoc among those tender cells, Than aught they fable of the quiet and check'd
Gods. His power to shape : he loathed himself; And hands they mixt, and yelld and and once
round me drove After a tempest woke upon a morn In narrowing circles till I yelld again That mock'd him with returning calm, Half-suffocated, and sprang up, and and cried ;
Was it the first beam of my latest day? “Storm in the night! for thrice I heard the rain
“Then, then, from utter gloom stood Rushing; and once the flash of a thunder
out the breasts, bolt
The breasts of Helen, and hoveringly a Methought I never saw so fierce a fork - 1 sword
Now over and now under, now direct, That popular name of thine to shadow Pointed itself to pierce, but sank down forth shamed
The all-generating powers and genial At all that beauty ; and as I stared, a
of Nature, when she strikes thro' the The fire that left a roofless Ilion,
thick blood Shot out of them, and scorch'd me that of cattle, and light is large, and lambs I woke.
Nosing the mother's udder, and the bird “Is this thy vengeance, holy Venus, Makes his heart voice amid the blaze of thine,
flowers : Because I would not one of thine own Which things appear the work of mighty doves,
Gods. Not ev'n a rose, were offer'd to thee ?
“The Gods! and if I go my work is Forgetful how my rich procmion makes
left Thy glory fly along the Italian field, Unfinish'd -- if I go. The Gods, who In lays that will outlast thy Deity ?
The lucid interspace of world and world, “Deity ? nay, thy worshippers. My Where never creeps a cloud, or moves a tongue
wind, Trips, or I speak profanely. Which of Nor ever falls the least white star of these
snow, Angers thee most, or angers thee at all ? Nor ever lowest roll of thunder moans, Not if thou best of those who, far aloof Nor sound of human sorrow mounts to From envy, hate and pity, and spite mar and scorn,
Their sacred everlasting calm! and such, Live the great life which all our greatest Not all so fine, nor so divine a calm,
Not such, mor all unlike it, man may gain Would follow, centred in eternal calın. Letting his own life go. The Gods, the
Gods ! “Nay, if thou canst, O Goddess, like If all be atoms, how then should the Gods ourselves
Being atomic not be dissoluble, Touch, and be touch'd, then would I cry Not follow the great law? My master to thee
held To kiss thy Mavors, roll thy tender That Gods there are, for all men so bearms
lieve. Round him, and keep him from the lust I prest my footsteps into his, and meant of blood
Surely to lead my Memmius in a train That makes a steaming slaughter-house Of flowery clauses onward to the proof of Rome.
That Gods there are, and deathless.
Meant? I meant ? “Ay, but I meant not thee; I meant I have forgotten what I meant : my not her,
mind Whom all the pines of Ida shook to see Stumbles, and all my faculties are lamed. Slide from that quiet heaven of hers, and tempt
“Look where another of our Gods, the The Trojan, while his neat-herds were Sun, abroad;
Apollo, Delius, or of older use Nor her that o'er her wounded hunter
at o'er her wounded hunter All-seeing Hyperion — what you will — wept
Has mounted yonder ; since he never Her Deity false in human-amorous tears; sware, Nor whom her heardless apple-arbiter Except his wrath were wreak’d on Decided fairest. Rather, () ye Gods,
wretched man, Poet-like, as the great Sicilian called That he would only shine among the Calliope to grace his golden verse --Ay, and this Kypris also did I take Hereafter ; tales ! for never yet on earth
Could dead flesh creep, or bits of roast- | In a fall of snow, and so press in, pering ox
force Moan round the spit - nor knows he Of multitude, as crowds that in an hour what he sees;
Of civic tumult jam the doors, and bear King of the East altho' he seein, and The keepers down, and throng, their girt
rags and they, With song and fame and fragrance, The basest, far into that council-hall slowly lifts
Where sit the best and stateliest of the His golden feet on those empurpled land ?
stairs That climb into the windy halls of “Can I not fling this horror off me heaven :
again, And here he glances on an eye new-born, Seeing with how great ease Nature can And gets for greeting but a wail of pain ;
smile, And here he stays upon a freezing orb | Balmier and nobler from her bath of That fain would gaze upon him to the storm, last;
| At random ravage ? and how easily And here upon a yellow eyelid fall'n The mountain there has cast his cloudy And closed by those who mourn a friend slough, in vain,
Now towering o'er him in serenest air, Not thankful that his troubles are no A mountain o'er a mountain, - ay, and more.
within And me, altho' his fire is on my face All hollow as the hopes and fears of men ? Blinding, he sees not, nor at all can tell Whether I mean this day to end myself, “But who was he, that in the garden Or lend an ear to Plato where he says,
snared That men like soldiers may not quit the Picus and Faunus, rustic Gods ? a tale
| To laugh at — more to laugh at in my. Allotted by the Gods : but he that holds selfThe Gods are careless, wherefore need for look ! what isit?there ? yon arbutus he care
Totters ; a noiseless riot underneath Greatly for them, nor rather plunge at Strikes through the wood, sets all the once,
tops quivering — Being troubled, wholly out of sight, and The mountain quickens into Nymph and sink
Faun : Past earthquake -- ay, and gout and And here an Oread - how the sun delights stone, that break
To glance and shift about her slippery Body toward death, and palsy, death-in-| sides, life,
| And rosy knees and supple roundedness, And wretched age - and worst disease And budded bosom-peaks — who this of all,
way runs These prodigies of myriad nakednesses, Before the rest - A satyr, a satyr, see, And twisted shapes of lust, unspeakable, Follows ; but him I proved impossible ; Abominable, strangers at my hearth Twy-natured is no nature: yet he draws Not welcome, harpies miring every dish, Nearer and nearer, and I scan him now The phantom husks of something foully Beastlier than any phantom of his kind done,
| That ever butted his rough brother-brute And fleeting thro' the boundless uni. For lust or lusty blood or provender : verse,
I hate, abhor, spit, sicken at him; and she And blasting the long quiet of my breast Loathes him as well ; such a precipitate With animal heat and dire insanity ?
Fledged as it were with Mercury's ankle. “How should the mind, except it wing, loved them, clasp
Whirls her to me: but will she fling herThese idols to herself? or do they fly
s elf, Now thinner, and now thicker, like the Shameless upon me? Catch her, goat.
Hide, hide them, million-myrtled wilder-1
“ And therefore now ness,
Let her, that is the womb and tomb of all, And cavern-shadowing laurels, hide! do Great Nature, take, and forcing far apart I wish
Those blind beginnings that have made What ? - that the bush were leafless? me man or to whelm
Dash them anew together at her will All of them in one massacre ? () ye Gods, | Through all her cycles — into man once I know you careless, yet, behold, to you more, Fromchildly wont and ancient use I call – Or beast or bird or fish, or opulent flower: I thought I lived securely as yourselves-- But till this cosmic order everywhere No lewdness, narrowing envy, monkey- |
Shatter'd into one earthquake in one day spite,
Cracks all to pieces, -- and that hour perNo madness of ambition, avarice, none : haps No larger feast than under plane or pine Is not so far when momentary man With neighbors laid along the grass, to Shall seem no more a something to himtake
self, Only such cups as left us friendly-warm, But he, his hopes and hates, his homes Affirming each liis own philosophy
and fanes, Nothing to mar the sober majesties And even his bones long laid within the Of settled, sweet, Epicurean life.
grave, But now it seems some unseen monster | The very sides of the graveitself shall pass, lays
| Vanishing, atom and void, atom and void, His vast and filthy hands upon my will, | Into the unseen forever, — till that hour, Wrenching it backward into his"; and My golden work in which I told a truth spoils
That stays the rolling Ixionian wheel, My bliss in being; and it was not great ; And numbs the Fury's ringlet-snake, For save when shutting reasons up in and plucks rhythm,
| The mortal soul from out immortal hell, Or Heliconian honey in living words, Shallstand: ay, surely: then it fails at last To make a truth less harsh, I often grew And perishes as I must ; for ( Thou, Tired of so much within our little life, Passionless bride, divine Tranquillity, Or of so little in our little life - | Yearn'd after by the wisest of the wise, Poor little life that toddles half an hour Who fail to find thee, being as thou Crown'd with a flower or two, and there
art an end
Without one pleasure and without one And since the nobler pleasure seems to pain, fade,
Howbeit I know thou surely must be mine Why should I, beastlike as I find myself, Or soon or late, yet out of season, thus Not manlike end myself ? — our privi. I woo thee roughly, for thou carest not lege
How roughly men may woo thee so they What beast has heart to do it? And
win what man,
Thus — thus : the soul fies out and dies What Roman would be dragg'd in tri. in the air."
umph thus ? Not I ; not he, who bears one name with With that he drove the knife into his her
side : Whose death-blow struck the dateless She heard him raging, heard him fall ; doom of kings,
ran in, When, brooking not the Tarquin in her Beat breast, tore hair, cried out upon her
veins, She made her blood in sight of Collatine As having fail'd in duty to him, shriek'd Andall his peers, flushing the guiltless air, That she but meant to win him back, fell Spout from the maiden fountain in her
on him, • heart.
Clasp'd, kiss'd him, wail'd : he answer'd, And from it sprang the Commonwealth, “Care not thou ! which breaks
Thy duty ? What is duty ? Fare thee As I am breaking now !