And weeping of the sufferers; there where the Pleiads float Here, there, forever, pain most dread and dire Doth bring the intensest bliss, the dearest and most sure. 'Tis not from Life aside, it doth endure Deep in the secret heart of all existence. It is the inward fire, The heavenly urge, and the divine insistence. Uplift thine eyes, O Questioner, from the sod! It were no longer Life, If ended were the strife; Man were not man, God were not truly God. PART VI ODE Read before the Alpha Chapter of the Phi Beta Kappa Society, Harvard University, June 26, 1890. I In the white midday's full, imperious show And beat against the shore Of cloud-wrought cliffs high as the utmost dome, II Divine, divine! O, breathe no earthlier word! Behold the western heavens how swift they flame Swelling and pulsing like deep music heard When the loud organ grieves And thrills with lyric life the incensed air, III Now is it some huge bird with monstrous vans Darkly the fading west, And now its beamy crest Follows from sight the glittering, golden sun; IV But in those skyey spaces what dread change! So doth the day's soul die, as through death's portal The soul of man takes up its heavenward range. Till, the long miracle of night withdrawn, The world beholds once more the miracle of dawn. V Dawn, eve, and night, the iridescent seas, Bright moon, enlightening sun, and quivering stars, The prismy bow that swells 'Gainst stormy skies- these witness, these are sign Of thee, O spirit of Beauty, eternal and divine! The naked loveliness in Eden's bower, Whose flesh blusht back the tint of fruit and flower; Whose eye reflamed the starlight; who could call Father and friend the God That pluckt them from the sod; The Almighty's image, and Creation's hight; Whose deep souls mirrored clear the circling day and night. VII Spirit of Beauty! 'neath thy joyful spell Man hath been ever; therefore doth each breeze Which he hath power to hold His own enchanted harmonies among, That echo round the world the songs that nature sung. VIII And thus all Beautiful in Holiness Doth Israel stand before the Eternal One; His face makes white the air Could such seraphic song have mortal birth, IX And therefore with most passionate desire And longing, man yearned ever to express O Spirit of Beauty, unconsuming fire! Therefore by ancient Nile Rose the vast columned aisle, And on the Athenian Hill the wonder white X So is it that to thy imperial shore, Even but once to breathe, or e'er they die, On glorious wall and ceiling, While dome and rhythmic statue, Beauty-wrought, Declare all human art is but what Heaven hath taught. XI Fair Italy! whose dread and peerless hight The song is of the awful Ghibelline! Poet! who 'mid the threefold dream divine Didst follow Art and Love to the Central Light! What thou dost know so well, That horror and death are but the shade and foil XII Spirit divine! man falls upon the sod In awe of thee, in worship and amaze:— Long ere man reached his state All shapes of natural Beauty that men see, TO ROSAMOND XIII Ye who bear on the torch of living art 189 In this new world, saved for some wondrous fate, Deem not that ye have come, alas, too late, But haste right forward with unfailing heart! Ye shall not rest forlorn; Rises in splendor from the orient sea, And the new world shall greet a new divinity. XIV Shall greet, ah, who can say! a nobler face Of Beauty that shall endure Like Charis, heavenly-pure; A Spirit solemn as the starry night, AFTER-SONG TO ROSAMOND ROSE of the world, Bloom of the year, Thou and my songs Hand claspt in hand. |