Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine- Only to hear and see the far-off sparkling brine, 140 VIII. The Lotos blooms below the barren peak : The Lotos blows by every winding creek : All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone : Thro' every hollow cave and alley lone Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotus-dust is blown. We have had enough of action, and of motion we, 150 Roll'd to starboard, roll'd to larboard, when the surge was seething free, Where the wallowing monster spouted his foam-fountains in the sea. Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. Clanging fights, and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong, Like a tale of little meaning tho' the words are strong; 170 Suffer endless anguish, others in Elysian valleys dwell, A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN. I READ, before my eyelids dropt their shade, 6 The Legend of Good Women,' long ago Sung by the morning star of song, who made His music heard below; Dan Chaucer, the first warbler, whose sweet breath The spacious times of great Elizabeth With sounds that echo still. And, for a while, the knowledge of his art Charged both mine eyes with tears. In every land I saw, wherever light illumineth, 10 Those far-renowned brides of ancient song And clattering flints batter'd with clanging hoofs; Corpses across the threshold; heroes tall Upon the tortoise creeping to the wall; And high shrine-doors burst thro' with heated blasts Squadrons and squares of men in brazen plates, So shape chased shape as swift as, when to land I started once, or seem'd to start in pain, Resolved on noble things, and strove to speak, And once my arm was lifted to hew down 20 30 40 All those sharp fancies, by down-lapsing thought At last methought that I had wander'd far In an old wood: fresh-wash'd in coolest dew Enormous elm-tree-boles did stoop and lean Their broad curved branches, fledged with clearest green, New from its silken sheath. The dim red morn had died, her journey done, And with dead lips smiled at the twilight plain, Half-fall'n across the threshold of the sun, Never to rise again. There was no motion in the dumb dead air, Is not so deadly still As that wide forest. Growths of jasmine turn'd I knew the flowers, I knew the leaves, I knew On those long, rank, dark wood-walks drench'd in dew, The smell of violets, hidden in the green, Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remember to have been Joyful and free from blame. 60 70 80 And from within me a clear under-tone Thrill'd thro' mine ears in that unblissful clime, 'Pass freely thro': the wood is all thine own, Until the end of time.' At length I saw a lady within call, Stiller than chisell'd marble, standing there; Her loveliness with shame and with surprise Spoke slowly in her place. 'I had great beauty: ask thou not my name : 'No marvel, sovereign lady: in fair field But she with sick and scornful looks averse, To her full height her stately stature draws; 'My youth,' she said, ' was blasted with a curse : This woman was the cause. 'I was cut off from hope in that sad place, Which men call'd Aulis in those iron years: My father held his hand upon his face; I, blinded with my tears, 'Still strove to speak: my voice was thick with sighs The stern black-bearded kings with wolfish eyes, 110 100 |