Somnium Mystici Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Quiet I lay at last and knew no more | B |
Whether I breathed or not so worn I lay | C |
With the death struggle What was yet before | B |
Neither I met nor turned from it away | C |
My only conscious being was the rest | D |
Of pain gone dead dead with the bygone day | C |
And long I could have lingered all but blest | D |
In that half slumber But there came a sound | E |
As of a door that opened in the west | D |
Somewhere I thought it As the hare the hound | E |
The noise did start my eyelids and they rose | F |
I turned my eyes and looked Then straight I found | E |
It was my chamber door that did unclose | F |
For a tall form up to my bedside drew | G |
Grand was it silent its very walk repose | F |
And when I saw the countenance I knew | G |
That I was lying in my chamber dead | H |
For this my brother brothers such are few | G |
That now to greet me bowed his kingly head | H |
Had many years agone like holy dove | I |
Returning from his friends and kindred sped | H |
And leaving memories of mournful love | I |
Passed vanishing behind the unseen veil | J |
And though I loved him all high words above | I |
Not for his loss then did I weep or wail | J |
Knowing that here we live but in a tent | K |
And seeking home shall find it without fail | J |
Feeble but eager toward him my hands went | K |
I too was dead so might the dead embrace | F |
Taking me by the shoulders down he bent | K |
And lifted me I was in sickly case | F |
But growing stronger stood up on the floor | B |
There turned and once regarded my dead face | F |
With curious eyes its brow contentment wore | B |
But I had done with it and turned away | C |
I saw my brother by the open door | B |
And followed him out into the night blue gray | C |
The houses stood up hard in limpid air | L |
The moon hung in the heavens in half decay | C |
And all the world to my bare feet lay bare | L |
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II | - |
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Now I had suffered in my life as they | C |
Must suffer and by slow years younger grow | M |
From whom the false fool self must drop away | C |
Compact of greed and fear which gathered slow | M |
Darkens the angel self that evermore | B |
Where no vain phantom in or out shall go | M |
Moveless beholds the Father stands before | B |
The throne of revelation waiting there | L |
With wings low drooping on the sapphire floor | B |
Until it find the Father's ideal fair | L |
And be itself at last not one small thorn | N |
Shall needless any pilgrim's garments tear | L |
And but to say I had suffered I would scorn | N |
Save for the marvellous thing that next befell | O |
Sudden I grew aware I was new born | N |
All pain had vanished in the absorbent swell | O |
Of some exalting peace that was my own | P |
As the moon dwelt in heaven did calmness dwell | O |
At home in me essential The earth's moan | P |
Lay all behind Had I then lost my part | Q |
In human griefs dear part with them that groan | P |
'Tis weariness I said but with a start | Q |
That set it trembling and yet brake it not | R |
I found the peace was love Oh my rich heart | Q |
For every time I spied a glimmering spot | R |
Of window pane There in that silent room | S |
Thought I mayhap sleeps human heart whose lot | R |
Is therefore dear to mine I cared for whom | S |
I saw not had not seen and might not see | F |
After the love crept prone its shadow gloom | S |
But instant a mightier love arose in me | F |
As in an ocean a single wave will swell | O |
And heaved the shadow to the centre we | F |
Had called it prayer before on sleep I fell | O |
It sank and left my sea in holy calm | T |
I gave each man to God and all was well | O |
And in my heart stirred soft a sleeping psalm | U |
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III | - |
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No gentlest murmur through the city crept | V |
Not one lone word my brother to me had spoken | W |
But when beyond the city gate we stept | V |
I knew the hovering silence would be broken | W |
A low night wind came whispering through and through | G |
It did baptize me with the pledge and token | W |
Of that soft spirit wind which blows and blew | G |
And fans the human world since evermore | B |
The very grass cool to my feet I knew | G |
To be love also and with the love I bore | B |
To hold far sympathy silent and sweet | V |
As having known the secret from of yore | B |
In the eternal heart where all things meet | V |
Feelings and thinkings and where still they are bred | V |
Sudden he stood and with arrested feet | V |
I also Like a half sunned orb his head | V |
Slow turned the bright side lo the brother smile | X |
That ancient human glory on me shed | V |
Clothed in which Jesus came forth to wile | X |
Unto his bosom every labouring soul | Y |
And all dividing passions to beguile | X |
To winsome death and then on them to roll | Y |
The blessed stone of the holy sepulchre | B |
Thank God he said thou also now art whole | Y |
And sound and well For the keen pain and stir | B |
Uneasy and sore grief that came to us all | Z |
In that we knew not how the wine and myrrh | B |
Could ever from the vinegar and gall | Z |
Be parted are deep sunk yea drowned in God | V |
And yet the past not folded in a pall | A2 |
But breathed upon like Aaron's withered rod | V |
By a sweet light that brings the blossoms through | B |
Showing in dreariest paths that men have trod | V |
Another's foot prints spotted of crimson hue | B |
Still on before wherever theirs did wend | V |
Yea through the desert leading of thyme and rue | B |
The desert souls in which young lions rend | V |
And roar the passionate who to be blest | V |
Ravin as bears and do not gain their end | V |
Because that save in God there is no rest | V |
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IV | I |
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Something my brother said to me like this | F |
But how unlike it also think I pray | B |
His eyes were music and his smile a kiss | F |
Himself the word his speech was but a ray | B |
In the clear nimbus that with verity | V |
Of absolute utterance made a home born day | B |
Of truth about him lamping solemnly | V |
And when he paused there came a swift repose | F |
Too high too still to be called ecstasy | V |
A purple silence lanced through in the close | F |
By such keen thought that with a sudden smiling | B2 |
It grew sheen silver hearted with burning rose | F |
He was a glory full of reconciling | B2 |
Of faithfulness of love with no self stain | C2 |
Of tenderness and care and brother wiling | B2 |
Back to the bosom of a speechless gain | C2 |
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V | V |
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I cannot tell how long we joyous talked | V |
For from my sense old time had vanished quite | V |
Space dim remaining for onward still we walked | V |
No sun arose to blot the pale still night | V |
Still as the night of some great spongy stone | P |
That turns but once an age betwixt the light | V |
And the huge shadow from its own bulk thrown | P |
And long as that to me before whose face | F |
Visions so many slid and veils were blown | P |
Aside from the vague vast of Isis' grace | F |
Innumerous thoughts yet throng that infinite hour | B |
And hopes which greater hopes unceasing chase | F |
For I was all responsive to his power | B |
I saw my friends weep wept and let them weep | D2 |
I saw the growth of each grief nurtured flower | B |
I saw the gardener watching in their sleep | D2 |
Wiping their tears with the napkin he had laid | V |
Wrapped by itself when he climbed Hades' steep | D2 |
What wonder then I saw nor was dismayed | V |
I saw the dull degraded monsters nursed | V |
In money marshes greedy men that preyed | V |
Upon the helpless ground the feeblest worst | V |
Yea all the human chaos wild and waste | V |
Where he who will not leave what God hath cursed | V |
Now fruitless wallows now is stung and chased | V |
By visions lovely and by longings dire | B |
But who believeth he shall not make haste | V |
Even passing through the water and the fire | B |
Or sad with memories of a better lot | V |
He saved by hope for all men will desire | B |
Knowing that God into a mustard jot | V |
May shut an aeon give a world that lay | B |
Wombed in its sun a molten unorbed clot | V |
One moment from the red rim to spin away | B |
Librating ages to roll on weary wheel | E2 |
Ere it turn homeward almost spent its day | B |
Who knows love all time nothing he shall feel | E2 |
No anxious heart shall lift no trembling hand | V |
Tender as air but clothed in triple steel | E2 |
He for his kind in every age and land | V |
Hoping will live and to his labour bent | V |
The Father's will shall doing understand | V |
So spake my brother as we onward went | V |
His words my heart received as corn the lea | V |
And answered with a harvest of content | V |
We came at last upon a lonesome sea | V |
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VI | I |
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And onward still he went I following | B2 |
Out on the water But the water lo | M |
Like a thin sheet of glass lay vanishing | B2 |
The starry host in glorious twofold show | M |
Looked up looked down The moment I saw this | F |
A quivering fear thorough my heart did go | M |
Unstayed I walked across a twin abyss | F |
A hollow sphere of blue nor floor was found | V |
Of questing eye only the foot met the kiss | F |
Of the cool water lightly crisping round | V |
The edges of the footsteps Terror froze | F |
My fallen eyelids But again the sound | V |
Of my guide's voice on the still air arose | F |
Hast thou forgotten that we walk by faith | F2 |
For keenest sight but multiplies the shows | F |
Lift up thine eyelids take a valiant breath | G2 |
Terrified dare the terror in God's name | H2 |
Step wider trust the invisible Can Death | G2 |
Avail no more to hearten up thy flame | H2 |
I trembled but I opened wide mine eyes | F |
And strode on the invisible sea The same | H2 |
High moment vanished all my cowardice | F |
And God was with me The well pleased stars | F |
Threw quivering smiles across the gulfy skies | F |
The white aurora flashed great scimitars | F |
From north to zenith and again my guide | V |
Full turned on me his face No prison bars | F |
Latticed across a soul I there descried | V |
No weather stains of grief quiet age long | I2 |
Brooded upon his forehead clear and wide | V |
Yet from that face a pang shot vivid and strong | I2 |
Into my heart For though I saw him stand | V |
Close to me in the void as one in a throng | I2 |
Yet on the border of some nameless land | V |
He stood afar a still eyed mystery | V |
Caught him whole worlds away Though in my hand | V |
His hand I held and gazing earnestly | V |
Searched in his countenance as in a mine | J2 |
For jewels of contentment satisfy | I |
My heart I could not Seeming to divine | J2 |
My hidden trouble gently he stooped and kissed | V |
My forehead and his arms did round me twine | J2 |
And held me to his bosom Still I missed | V |
That ancient earthly nearness when we shared | V |
One bed like birds that of no morrow wist | V |
Roamed our one father's farm or later fared | V |
Along the dusty highways of the old clime | H2 |
Backward he drew and as if he had bared | V |
My soul stood reading there a little time | H2 |
While in his eyes tears gathered slow like dew | V |
That dims the grass at evening or at prime | H2 |
But makes the stars clear goldener in the blue | V |
And on his lips a faint ethereal smile | X |
Hovered as hangs the mist of its own hue | V |
Trembling about a purple flower the while | X |
Evening grows brown Brother brother I cried | V |
But straight outbursting tears my words beguile | X |
And in my bosom all the utterance died | V |
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VII | I |
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A moment more he stood then softly sighed | V |
I know thy pain but this sorrow is far | B |
Beyond my help his voice at length replied | V |
To my beseeching tears Look at yon star | B |
Up from the low east half way all ablaze | F |
Think'st thou because no cloud between doth mar | B |
The liquid glory that from its visage rays | F |
Thou therefore knowest that same world on high | I |
Its people and its orders and its ways | F |
What meanest thou I said Thou know'st that | V |
Would hold not thy dear form but the self thee | V |
Thou art not near me For thyself I cry | I |
Not the less near that nearer I shall be | V |
I have a world within thou dost not know | M |
Would I could make thee know it but all of me | V |
Is thine though thou not yet canst enter so | M |
Into possession that betwixt us twain | C2 |
The frolic homeliness of love should flow | M |
As o'er the brim of childhood's cup again | K2 |
Away the deeper childhood first must wipe | L2 |
That clouded consciousness which was our pain | C2 |
When in thy breast the godlike hath grown ripe | L2 |
And thou Christ's little one art ten times more | B |
A child than when we played with drum and pipe | L2 |
About our earthly father's happy door | B |
Then He ceased not his holy utterance still | M2 |
Flowing went on like spring from hidden store | B |
Of wasteless waters but I wept my fill | M2 |
Nor heeded much the comfort of his speech | N2 |
At length he said When first I clomb the hill | M2 |
With earthly words I heavenly things would reach | N2 |
Where dwelleth now the man we used to call | Z |
Father whose voice oh memory dear did teach | N2 |
Us in our beds when straight as once a stall | Z |
Became a temple holy grew the room | H2 |
Prone on the ground before him I did fall | Z |
So grand he towered above me like a doom | H2 |
But now I look into the well known face | F |
Fearless yea basking blessed in the bloom | H2 |
Of his eternal youthfulness and grace | F |
But something separates us yet I cried | V |
Let light at least begin the dark to chase | F |
The dark begin to waver and divide | V |
And clear the path of vision In the old time | H2 |
When clouds one heart did from the other hide | V |
A wind would blow between If I would climb | H2 |
This foot must rise ere that can go up higher | B |
Some big A teach me of the eternal prime | H2 |
He answered me Hearts that to love aspire | B |
Must learn its mighty harmony ere they can | O2 |
Give out one perfect note in its great quire | B |
And thereto am I sent oh sent of one | W |
Who makes the dumb for joy break out and sing | B2 |
He opens every door 'twixt man and man | O2 |
He to all inner chambers all will bring | B2 |
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VIII | I |
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It was enough Hope waked from dreary swound | V |
And Hope had ever been enough for me | V |
To kennel driving grim Tomorrow's hound | V |
From chains of school and mode she set me free | V |
And urged my life to living On we went | V |
Across the stars that underlay the sea | V |
And came to a blown shore of sand and bent | V |
Beyond the sand a marshy moor we crossed | V |
Silent I for I pondered what he meant | V |
And he that sacred speech might not be lost | V |
And came at length upon an evil place | F |
Trees lay about like a half buried host | V |
Each in its desolate pool some fearful race | F |
Of creatures was not far for howls and cries | F |
And gurgling hisses rose With even pace | F |
Walking Fear not he said for this way lies | F |
Our journey On we went and soon the ground | V |
Slow from the waste began a gentle rise | F |
And tender grass in patches then all round | V |
Came clouding up with its fresh homely tinge | P2 |
Of softest green cold flushing every mound | V |
At length of lowly shrubs a scattered fringe | P2 |
And last a gloomy forest almost blind | V |
For on its roof no sun ray did impinge | P2 |
So that its very leaves did share the mind | V |
Of a brown shadowless day Not all the year | B |
Once part its branches to let through a wind | V |
But all day long the unmoving trees appear | B |
To ponder on the past as men may do | V |
That for the future wait without a fear | B |
And in the past the coming present view | V |
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IX | F |
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I know not if for days many or few | V |
Pathless we thrid the wood for never sun | W |
Its sylvan traceried windows peeping through | V |
Mottled with brighter green the mosses dun | W |
Or meted with moving shadows Time the shade | V |
No life was there not even a spider spun | W |
At length we came into a sky roofed glade | V |
An open level in a circle shut | V |
By solemn trees that stood aside and made | V |
Large room and lonely for a little hut | V |
By grassy sweeps wide margined from the wood | V |
'Twas built of saplings old that had been cut | V |
When those great trees no larger by them stood | V |
Thick with an ancient moss it seemed to have grown | P |
Thus from the old brown earth a covert rude | V |
Half house half grave half lifted up half prone | P |
To its low door my brother led me There | B |
Is thy first school he said there be thou shown | P |
Thy pictured alphabet Wake a mind of prayer | B |
And praying enter But wilt thou not come | H2 |
Brother I said No said he And I Where | B |
Then shall I find thee Thou wilt not leave me dumb | H2 |
And a whole world of thoughts unuttered | V |
With half sad smile and dewy eyes and some | H2 |
Conflicting motions of his kingly head | V |
He pointed to the open standing door | B |
I entered inward lo my shadow led | V |
I turned his countenance shone like lightning hoar | B |
Then slow he turned from me and parted slow | M |
Like one unwilling whom I should see no more | B |
With voice nor hand said Farewell I must go | M |
But drew the clinging door hard to the post | V |
No dry leaves rustled 'neath his going no | M |
Footfalls came back from the departing ghost | V |
He was no more I laid me down and wept | V |
I dared not follow him restrained the most | V |
By fear I should not see him if I leapt | V |
Out after him with cries of pleading love | I |
Close to the wall in hopeless loss I crept | V |
There cool sleep came God's shadow from above | I |
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X | F |
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I woke with calmness cleansed and sanctified | V |
The peace that filled my heart of old when I | I |
Woke in my mother's lap for since I died | V |
The past lay bare even to the dreaming shy | I |
That shadowed my yet gathering unborn brain | C2 |
And marvelling on the floor I saw close by | I |
My elbow pillowed head as if it had lain | C2 |
Beside me all the time I dreamless lay | B |
A little pool of sunlight which did stain | C2 |
The earthen brown with gold marvelling I say | B |
Because across the sea and through the wood | V |
No sun had shone upon me all the way | B |
I rose and through a chink the glade I viewed | V |
But all was dull as it had always been | Q2 |
And sunless every tree top round it stood | V |
With hardly light enough to show it green | R2 |
Yet through the broken roof serenely glad | V |
By a rough hole entered that heavenly sheen | R2 |
Then I remembered in old years I had | V |
Seen such a light where with dropt eyelids gloomed | V |
Sitting on such a floor dark women sad | V |
In a low barn like house where lay entombed | V |
Their sires and children only there the door | B |
Was open to the sun which entering plumed | V |
With shadowy palms the stones that on the floor | B |
Stood up like lidless chests again to find | V |
That the soul needs no brain but keeps her store | B |
In hidden chambers of the eternal mind | V |
Thence backward ran my roused Memory | V |
Down the ever opening vista back to blind | V |
Anticipations while my soul did lie | I |
Closed in my mother's forward thence through bright | V |
Spring morns of childhood gay with hopes that fly | I |
Bird like across their doming blue and white | V |
To passionate summer noons to saddened eves | F |
Of autumn rain so on to wintred night | V |
Thence up once more to the dewy dawn that weaves | F |
Saffron and gold weaves hope with still content | V |
And wakes the worship that even wrong bereaves | F |
Of half its pain And round her as she went | V |
Hovered a sense as of an odour dear | B |
Whose flower was far as of a letter sent | V |
Not yet arrived a footstep coming near | B |
But oh how long delayed the lifting latch | S2 |
As of a waiting sun ready to peer | B |
Yet peering not as of a breathless watch | T2 |
Over a sleeping beauty babbling rime | H2 |
About her lips but no winged word to catch | S2 |
And here I lay the child of changeful Time | H2 |
Shut in the weary changeless Evermore | B |
A dull eternal fadeless fruitless clime | H2 |
Was this the dungeon of my sinning sore | B |
A gentle hell of loneliness foredoomed | V |
For such as I whose love was yet the core | B |
Of all my being The brown shadow gloomed | V |
Persistent faded warm No ripple ran | O2 |
Across the air no roaming insect boomed | V |
Alas I cried I am no living man | O2 |
Better were darkness and the leave to grope | U2 |
Than light that builds its own drear prison Can | O2 |
This be the folding of the wings of Hope | U2 |
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XI | F |
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That instant through the branches overhead | V |
No sound of going went a shadow fell | O |
Isled in the unrippled pool of sunlight fed | V |
From some far fountain hid in heavenly dell | O |
I looked and in the low roofs broken place | F |
A single snowdrop stood a radiant bell | O |
Of silvery shine softly subdued by grace | F |
Of delicate green that made the white appear | B |
Yet whiter Blind it bowed its head a space | F |
Half timid then as in despite of fear | B |
Unfolded its three rays If it had swung | V2 |
Its pendent bell and music golden clear | B |
Division just entrancing sounds among | V2 |
Had flickered down as tender as flakes of snow | M |
It had not shed more influence as it rung | V2 |
Than from its look alone did rain and flow | M |
I knew the flower perceived its human ways | F |
Dim saw the secret that had made it grow | M |
My heart supplied the music's golden phrase | F |
Light from the dark and snowdrops from the earth | W2 |
Life's resurrection out of gross decays | F |
The endless round of beauty's yearly birth | W2 |
And nations' rise and fall were in the flower | B |
And read themselves in silence Heavenly mirth | W2 |
Awoke in my sad heart For one whole hour | B |
I praised the God of snowdrops But at height | V |
The bliss gave way Next faith began to cower | B |
And then the snowdrop vanished from my sight | V |
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XII | F |
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Last I began in unbelief to say | F |
No angel this a snowdrop nothing more | B |
A trifle which God's hands drew forth in play | F |
From the tangled pond of chaos dank and frore | B |
Threw on the bank and left blindly to breed | V |
A wilful fancy would have gathered store | B |
Of evanescence from the pretty weed | V |
White shapely then divine Conclusion lame | H2 |
O'erdriven into the shelter of a creed | V |
Not out of God but nothingness it came | H2 |
Colourless feeble flying from life's heat | V |
It has no honour hardly shunning shame | H2 |
When see another shadow at my feet | V |
Hopeless I lifted now my weary head | V |
Why mock me with another heavenly cheat | V |
A primrose fair from its rough blanketed bed | V |
Laughed lo my unbelief to heavenly scorn | N |
A sun child just awake no prayer yet said | V |
Half rising from the couch where it was born | N |
And smiling to the world I breathed again | K2 |
Out of the midnight once more dawned the morn | N |
And fled the phantom Doubt with all his train | C2 |
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XIII | F |
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I was a child once more nor pondered life | I |
Thought not of what or how much All my soul | Y |
With sudden births of lovely things grew rife | I |
In peeps a daisy on the instant roll | Y |
Rich lawny fields with red tips crowding the green | R2 |
Across the hollows over ridge and knoll | Y |
To where the rosy sun goes down serene | R2 |
From out of heaven in looks a pimpernel | Y |
I walk in morning scents of thyme and bean | R2 |
Dewdrops on every stalk and bud and bell | Y |
Flash like a jewel orchard many roods | F |
Glow ruby suns which emerald suns would quell | Y |
Topaz saint glories sapphire beatitudes | F |
Blaze in the slanting sunshine all around | V |
Above the high priest lark o'er fields and woods | F |
Rich hearted with his five eggs on the ground | V |
The sacrifice bore through the veil of light | V |
Odour and colour offering up in sound | V |
Filled heart full thus with forms of lowly might | V |
And shapeful silences of lovely lore | B |
I sat a child happy with only sight | V |
And for a time I needed nothing more | B |
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XIV | I |
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Supine to the revelation I did lie | Y |
Passive as prophet to his dreaming deep | D2 |
Or harp Aeolian to the breathing sky | Y |
And blest as any child whom twilight sleep | D2 |
Holds half and half lets go But the new day | F |
Of higher need up dawned with sudden leap | D2 |
Ah flowers I said ye are divinely gay | F |
But your fair music is too far and fine | J2 |
Ye are full cups yet reach not to allay | F |
The drought of those for human love who pine | J2 |
As the hart for water brooks At once a face | F |
Was looking in my face its eyes through mine | J2 |
Were feeding me with tenderness and grace | F |
And by their love I knew my mother's eyes | F |
Gazing in them there grew in me apace | F |
A longing grief and love did swell and rise | F |
Till weeping I brake out and did bemoan | P |
My blameful share in bygone tears and cries | F |
O mother wilt thou plead for me I groan | P |
I say not plead with Christ but plead with those | F |
Who gathered now in peace about his throne | P |
Were near me when my heart was full of throes | F |
And longings vain alter a flying bliss | F |
Which oft the fountain by the threshold froze | F |
They must forgive me mother Tell them this | F |
No more shall swell the love dividing sigh | Y |
Down at their feet I lay my selfishness | F |
The face grew passionate at this my cry | Y |
The gathering tears up to its eyebrims rose | F |
It grew a trembling mist that did not fly | Y |
But slow dissolved I wept as one of those | F |
Who wake outside the garden of their dream | H2 |
And lo the droop winged hours laborious close | F |
Its opal gates with stone and stake and beam | H2 |
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XV | Y |
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But glory went that glory more might come | H2 |
Behold a countless multitude no less | F |
A host of faces me besieging dumb | H2 |
In the lone castle of my mournfulness | F |
Had then my mother given the word I sent | V |
Gathering my dear ones from the shining press | F |
And had these others their love aidance lent | V |
For full assurance of the pardon prayed | V |
Would they concentre love with sweet intent | V |
On my self love to blast the evil shade | V |
Ah perfect vision pledge of endless hope | U2 |
Oh army of the holy spirit arrayed | V |
In comfort's panoply For words I grope | U2 |
For clouds to catch your radiant dawn my own | P |
And tell your coming From the highest cope | U2 |
Of blue down to my roof breach came a cone | P |
Of faces and their eyes on love's will borne | N |
Bright heads down bending like the forward blown | P |
Heavy with ripeness golden ears of corn | N |
By gentle wind on crowded harvest field | V |
All gazing toward my prison hut forlorn | N |
As if with power of eyes they would have healed | V |
My troubled heart making it like their own | P |
In which the bitter fountain had been sealed | V |
And the life giving water flowed alone | P |
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XVI | Y |
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With what I thus beheld glorified then | K2 |
God let me love my fill and pass I sighed | V |
And dead for love had almost died again | K2 |
O fathers brothers I am yours I cried | V |
O mothers sisters I am nothing now | X2 |
Save as I am yours and in you sanctified | V |
O men O women of the peaceful brow | X2 |
And infinite abysses in the eyes | F |
Whence God's ineffable gazes on me how | X2 |
Care ye for me impassioned and unwise | F |
Oh ever draw my heart out after you | V |
Ever O grandeur thus before me rise | F |
And I need nothing not even for love will sue | V |
I am no more and love is all in all | Y |
Henceforth there is there can be nothing new | V |
All things are always new Then like the fall | Y |
Of a steep avalanche my joy fell steep | D2 |
Up in my spirit rose as it were the call | Y |
Of an old sorrow from an ancient deep | D2 |
For with my eyes fixed on the eyes of him | H2 |
Whom I had loved before I learned to creep | D2 |
God's vicar in his twilight nursery dim | H2 |
To gather us to the higher father's knee | F |
I saw a something fill their azure rim | H2 |
That caught him worlds and years away from me | F |
And like a javelin once more through me passed | V |
The pang that pierced me walking on the sea | F |
O saints I cried must loss be still the last | V |
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XVII | Y |
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When I said this the cloud of witnesses | F |
Turned their heads sideways and the cloud grew dim | H2 |
I saw their faces half but now their bliss | F |
Gleamed low like the old moon in the new moon's rim | H2 |
Then as I gazed a better kind of light | V |
On every outline 'gan to glimmer and swim | H2 |
Faint as the young moon threadlike on the night | V |
Just born of sunbeams trembling on her edge | Y2 |
'Twas a great cluster of profiles in sharp white | V |
Had some far dawn begun to drive a wedge | Y2 |
Into the night and cleave the clinging dark | Z2 |
I saw no moon or star token or pledge | Y2 |
Of light save that manifold silvery mark | Z2 |
The shining title of each spirit book | A3 |
Whence came that light Sudden as if a spark | Z2 |
Of vital touch had found some hidden nook | A3 |
Where germs of potent harmonies lay prest | V |
And their outbursting life old Aether shook | A3 |
Rose as in prayer to lingering promised guest | V |
From that great cone of faces such a song | I2 |
Instinct with hope's harmonical unrest | V |
That with sore weeping and the cry How long | I2 |
I bore my part because I could not sing | B2 |
And as they sang the light more clear and strong | I2 |
Bordered their faces till the glory sting | B2 |
I could almost no more encounter and bear | B |
Light from their eyes like water from a spring | B2 |
Flowed on their foreheads reigned their flashing hair | B |
I saw the light from eyes I could not see | F |
He comes he comes they sang comes to our prayer | B |
Oh my poor heart if only it were He | F |
I cried Thereat the faces moved those eyes | F |
Were turning on me In rushed ecstasy | F |
And woke me to the light of lower skies | F |
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XVIII | Y |
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What matter said I whether clank of chain | C2 |
Or over bliss wakes up to bitterness | F |
Stung with its loss I called the vision vain | C2 |
Yet feeling life grown larger suffering less | F |
Sleep's ashes from my eyelids I did brush | B3 |
The room was veiled that morning should not press | F |
Upon the slumber which had stayed the rush | B3 |
Of ebbing life I looked into the gloom | H2 |
Upon her brow the dawn's first grayest flush | B3 |
And on her cheek pale hope's reviving bloom | H2 |
Sat patient watcher darkling and alone | P |
She who had lifted me from many a tomb | H2 |
One then was left me of Love's radiant cone | P |
Its light on her dear face though faint and wan | C3 |
Was shining yet a dawn upon it thrown | P |
From the far coming of the Son of Man | O2 |
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XIX | F |
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In every forehead now I see a sky | Y |
Catching the dawn I hear the wintriest breeze | F |
About me blow the news the Lord is nigh | Y |
Long is the night dark are the polar seas | F |
Yet slanting suns ascend the northern hill | Y |
Round Spring's own steps the oozy waters freeze | F |
But hold them not Dreamers are sleeping still | Y |
But labourers light stung from their slumber start | V |
Faith sees the ripening ears with harvest fill | Y |
When but green blades the clinging earth clods part | V |
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XX | F |
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Lord I have spoken a poor parable | Y |
In which I would have said thy name alone | P |
Is the one secret lying in Truth's well | Y |
Thy voice the hidden charm in every tone | P |
Thy face the heart of every flower on earth | W2 |
Its vision the one hope for every moan | P |
Thy love the cure O sharer of the birth | W2 |
Of little children seated on thy knee | F |
O human God I laugh with sacred mirth | W2 |
To think how all the laden shall go free | F |
For though the vision tarry in healing ruth | D3 |
One morn the eyes that shone in Galilee | F |
Will dawn upon them full of grace and truth | D3 |
And thy own love the vivifying core | B |
Of every love in heart of age or youth | D3 |
Of every hope that sank 'neath burden sore | B |
George Macdonald
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