The Death Of Adam Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Of Lebanon stretch out their stubborn arms | B |
Through all the tempests of seven hundred years | C |
Fast in their ancient place where they look down | D |
Over the Syrian plains and faint blue sea | E |
When snow for three days and three nights hath fall'n | F |
Continually and heaped those terraced boughs | G |
To massy whiteness still in fortitude | H |
Maintain their aged strength although they groan | I |
In such a wintriness of majesty | E |
O'ersnowed by his uncounted years and scarce | J |
Supporting that hard load yet not o'ercome | K |
Was Adam all his knotted thews were shrunk | L |
Hollow his mighty thighs toward which his beard | M |
Pale as the stream of far seen waterfalls | N |
Hung motionless betwixt the shoulders grand | O |
Bowed was the head and dim the gaze and both | P |
His heavy hands lay on his marble knees | Q |
So sits he all day long and scarcely stirs | R |
And scarcely notes the bright shapes of his sons | S |
Moving in the broad light without his tent | T |
That propt on poles about a giant oak | U |
Looks southward to the river and the vale | V |
Only sometimes slowly he turns his head | W |
As seeking to recover some lost thought | X |
From the dear presence of the white haired Eve | Y |
Who less in strength hath less endured and still | Z |
With slow and careful footsteps tendeth him | K |
Or seated opposite with silent eyes | A2 |
Companions him their thoughts go hand in hand | O |
So now she sits reposing in the dusk | B2 |
Of their wide tent like a great vision throned | O |
Of the Earth Mother tranquil and august | O |
Accorded to some youthful votary | C2 |
Deep in an Asian grove under the moon | D2 |
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Peace also rests on Adam not such peace | E2 |
As comes forlornly to men dulled with cares | F2 |
Whom no ennobling memory uplifts | F2 |
Peace of a power far mightier than his own | I |
Outlasting all it fostered into life | G2 |
Pervades him and sustains him such a peace | F2 |
As blesses mossed and mouldering architraves | F2 |
Of pillars standing few among the wreck | H2 |
Of many long since fallen pillars old | O |
Reared by a race long vanished where the birds | F2 |
Nest as in trees and every crevice flowers | F2 |
As mothering Earth having some time indulged | O |
Men's little uses makes their ruin fair | C2 |
Ere in her bosom it be folded up | I2 |
Thus Adam's mind relinquishing the world | O |
That grows more dim around him every day | O |
Withdraws into itself and in degree | C2 |
As all that mates him to the moving hours | F2 |
Even as his outward joy and vigour fail | V |
So surely turns his homing spirit back | J2 |
Unto those silent sources whence delight | O |
And hope and strength and buoyancy of old | O |
Flowed fresh upon his youth persisting still | Z |
To seek those first and fairest memories | F2 |
In youth and sunshine O how lightly lost | O |
How difficult in darkness to regain | K2 |
He sits in idle stillness yet at times | F2 |
From the dark wells of musing some old hour | C2 |
Floats upward as the tender lotus lifts | F2 |
Her swaying stalk up through the limpid depth | L2 |
Of pools in rivers never known to man | M2 |
And buoyed on idle wet luxurious leaves | F2 |
Peacefully opens white bloom after bloom | K |
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He is rapt far from this last shore of age | N2 |
He sees the face of Eve as she approached | O |
To bring him flowers new found in Paradise | F2 |
Or hiding her young sorrow on his breast | O |
And Abel as a child and Cain with him | K |
Playing beneath the shadow of old trees | F2 |
All dearer by the desert interposed | O |
Of time and toil and passionate regret | O |
Troubling his inmost spirit until his face | F2 |
Wrought with remembrance and with longing wears | F2 |
The pressure and the sign of all that swells | F2 |
And brims his heart fain to be freed in speech | O2 |
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What ails thee Adam '' gentle Eve began | M2 |
Why art thou troubled what thoughts vex thy mind | O |
For though my eyes are dim yet I can see | C2 |
Thy breast heaves upward and long sighs go forth | P2 |
And thou dost move thy hands and shake thy head '' | - |
But Adam answered not he seemed alone | I |
Then lifting up his eyes he saw his sons | F2 |
Slowly approaching in the evening light | O |
With all their flocks and many voices rose | F2 |
On the clear air about the tents and trees | F2 |
As they made ready for the sacrifice | F2 |
Before the evening meal soon they drew near | C2 |
To Adam's tent and he looked on them all | Q2 |
Standing to wait his blessing of all years | F2 |
From the boy Adriel to the aged Seth | R2 |
Outlined with glory by the sinking sun | S2 |
Strange in their strength and beauty they appeared | O |
And Adam though he saw them seemed to gaze | F2 |
Beyond them seeking what he found not there | C2 |
Over them all his eyes unresting roved | O |
While they in silence waited for his word | O |
At last he spoke Where is my first born Cain '' | - |
They looked on one another Few had heard | O |
That darkened name but Eve bowed down her head | O |
And Seth stood forth amid them hushed and spoke | U |
With a grave utterance Cain is far away | O |
Thou knowest O my father how we have heard | O |
That far beyond the mountains to the east | O |
He dwells and ever wanders o'er that land | O |
Many days' journey must a man be gone | T2 |
Ere he reach thither and return again | F |
Nor know we certainly where Cain may dwell | U2 |
Yet what thou biddest that shall be performed | O |
Shall we send to him '' Adam answered Send | O |
Let them go quickly see that they make haste | O |
But on the tenth day bid them come again | F |
Whether they have found him or have found him not | O |
For mine eyes fail yea and my heart grows cold '' | - |
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Heavy as pale clouds of October roll | V2 |
Over the soaring snows of Ararat | O |
The vapour of oblivion fell once more | C2 |
Down over Adam's head in languor drooped | O |
Between his mighty shoulders on his breast | O |
From morn to night from night to morn he sat | O |
As in a trance of deep thought undivined | O |
His children looking on his face were filled | O |
With desolation and disquietude | O |
Sad as Armenian shepherds when they watch | W2 |
For the still clouds to roll from those great peaks | F2 |
Praying the clear bright North winds to restore | C2 |
Their guardian mountain with such heavy hearts | F2 |
They waited for his face to give a sign | X2 |
That still gave none Listless amid their toil | Y2 |
They grew and sitting idle by their flocks | F2 |
Each from his station scattered on the hills | F2 |
Turned often to the east in hope to spy | Z2 |
The messengers returning but at eve | Y |
While the gray bearded elders patient sat | O |
In the cool tent doors they would pace the shore | C2 |
Under the gathering stars and murmured low | A3 |
One to another saying What is this | F2 |
That comes upon us all what evil thing | B3 |
Whereof we have not heard What cloud is fallen | S2 |
Upon our father Adam and why seeks he | C2 |
This Cain whose name we know not Peace is gone | T2 |
And nothing now is as it was before '' | - |
And others answered Well for us if they | O |
Whom we have sent on such a hazard come | K |
Ever again or we behold them more | C2 |
Would they had never gone on this dark quest | O |
We have no hunters brave and swift as they | O |
Ophir that was the strongest of us all | Q2 |
And Iddo that could match the eagle's sight '' | - |
Thus the young men spoke their despondent mind | O |
But every morn renewing wearied hope | C3 |
They turned with the sunrising to the east | O |
And numbered the long hours till noon and still | Z |
Nor morn nor noon brought tidings and each eve | Y |
Watching tall herons by the sandy pools | F2 |
Widen their wings and slow with trailing feet | O |
And lifted head sail off into the sky | Z2 |
They followed them with long and silent thoughts | F2 |
Over the darkening mountains far and far | C2 |
Into that never yet imagined world | O |
Beginning to oppress them whither now | D3 |
Their fears went wandering through enormous night | O |
Thus waxed and waned each heavy day at last | O |
From mouth to mouth the unquiet murmur ran | M2 |
'Tis the ninth evening and they are not come '' | - |
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The kingly star had stolen from his throne | I |
In the first brightening of the morrow morn | E3 |
And far in the east with frail cloud overspread | O |
Light hovered in the pale immensity | O |
A mile broad shade beneath the mountain slept | O |
But opposite a dewy glimmer soon | D2 |
Moulded the shapes of rough crags and beneath | F3 |
Strewn boulders and thin streams and slopes obscure | C2 |
There on the slopes amid the rocks appeared | O |
The youth of Adam's race assembled forms | F2 |
Sitting or standing with hand shaded eyes | F2 |
At gaze into the eastern gorge where hills | F2 |
Between dark shoulders inaccessible | G3 |
Opened a narrowing way into the dawn | T2 |
Stiller than statues yet with beating hearts | F2 |
They waited while the wished light kindled clear | C2 |
Invading that deep valley until the sun | S2 |
Flamed warm upon their limbs through coloured air | C2 |
And slow rose upward it was nigh to noon | D2 |
At last a motion on the horizon stirred | O |
And a faint dust in the far gorge was blown | I |
Then those that sat rose up and gazed erect | O |
And those that stood moved and stept on a pace | F2 |
And as they watched amid the shining dust | O |
Two far off forms appeared but only two | H3 |
Their straining eyes watched but no other came | K |
A sigh ran through their troubled ranks they turned | O |
To one another then again to those | F2 |
Two lonely journeyers downcast and slow | A3 |
Who now discerned them from afar and raised | O |
Their hands in greeting then some ran with cakes | F2 |
Of bread and skins of milk and honeycombs | F2 |
Down the great slope to meet the messengers | F2 |
And others climbed the ridge and backward ran | M2 |
Down to the tents the river and the vale | V |
And came to where Seth sat beneath a tree | C2 |
Waiting with folded arms and cried to him | K |
They come they come but Cain comes not with them '' | - |
Then Seth arose and came to Adam's tent | O |
And stood before his father in the door | C2 |
Eve questioning sought his eyes he shook his head | O |
And looked on Adam motionless he sat | O |
Plunged in a trance yet dimly was aware | C2 |
Of tidings as he heard the voice of Seth | R2 |
'Tis the tenth morning and thy sons return '' | - |
Faintly by imperceptible degrees | F2 |
Light stole o'er Adam's features and Seth saw | F2 |
The wellings of his troubled mind on them | K |
As one who in a cavern lifts a torch | I3 |
And sees the gradual recesses grow | A3 |
Out of their ancient gloom uncertain shapes | F2 |
Of rugged roof and walls without an end | O |
So dark from innermost obscurity | C2 |
The slumbrous memories of Adam rose | F2 |
And on his face appeared yet still a veil | V |
Remained betwixt his senses and the world | O |
When now the noise of many feet drew nigh | Z2 |
Softly approaching and Seth spoke again | F |
Behold thy sons thy messengers are here '' | - |
He drew the matted curtains of the tent | O |
Aside and Adam raised his head and saw | F2 |
All his assembled children coming on | J3 |
Hushing their steps in awe they stopped at gaze | F2 |
Now as his eyes were on them but before | C2 |
Came the two messengers and stood alone | I |
How soiled and burnt with travel Round the neck | H2 |
Of Ophir hung the leopard's spotty hide | O |
Stripped from that fierce beast strangled by his hand | O |
Torn now and stained neither had paused to wash | K3 |
The thick dust from his feet but Iddo held | O |
A spray of leaves new plucked to freshen him | K |
Seared on the parching mountain thus they stood | O |
With troubled countenance and hanging head | O |
Till Ophir spoke all listened rapt and still | Z |
Father we went and lo we are come back | J2 |
On the tenth morn according to thy word | O |
For we have sought Cain but have found him not | O |
We passed beyond the mountains and we crossed | O |
The sultry desert toiling in hot sands | F2 |
Two heavy days and thence with difficulty | C2 |
Climbed the far ridge unto the land beyond | O |
It is a land not fruitful like our vale | V |
Barren it is with short grass and few trees | F2 |
On the fifth day we came into the midst | O |
Of that bare country and we saw no man | M2 |
Nor knew we whither to direct our steps | F2 |
When on a slope at unawares we spied | O |
A sheepfold made of stones and Lo we said | O |
To one another Surely he was here | C2 |
Then eagerly we climbed the highest hill | Z |
And all around gazed long but saw no more | C2 |
But toward the evening when the light was low | A3 |
And the extremest mountains grew distinct | O |
Far off in the clear air but very far | C2 |
We saw a little smoke go up to heaven | S2 |
And we cried out It is the home of Cain | K2 |
But deeply we were troubled and perplext | O |
For we were faint and footsore and thy word | O |
Lay heavy on our thoughts remembering it | O |
On the tenth morning see that ye be here | C2 |
Surely our hearts were eager to go on | J3 |
But thinking of thy word we feared to go | A3 |
And hardly even now are we returned | O |
Father we did thy bidding Is it well '' | - |
All gathered nearer hushed and wistful all | Q2 |
Awaited Adam's voice but he was mute | O |
They would have prayed him but they ventured not | O |
Like hunters that at hot noon lost in woods | F2 |
Pressing through boughs and briers at unawares | F2 |
Come on the huge throat of a hollow cliff | L3 |
Ribbed with impending ledges of wet moss | F2 |
Whence in a smooth lipped basin of black stone | I |
Some secret water wells without a sound | O |
Then sorely though they thirst they fear to drink | M3 |
Awed by the mystery of that silent source | F2 |
So these awhile with beating hearts delayed | O |
To speak awaiting what his words might be | C2 |
At last he raised his head and turned his eyes | F2 |
On Eve and looked upon her long while she | C2 |
On him hung gazing light began to burn | N3 |
In his dimmed eyes and his whole frame was wrought | O |
With the stirring of his spirit as of old | O |
At length the thoughts were kindled on his tongue | O3 |
He lifted up his voice and cried aloud | O |
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O that mine eyes had seen thee once again | F |
Cain that my hands had blessed thee Thou art gone | T2 |
For ever gone and still that curse abides | F2 |
On thee who wast my joy my first born child | O |
Eve Eve hast thou forgotten that far hour | C2 |
When our first child our baby newly born | E3 |
Held up his little and defenceless hands | F2 |
Crying toward thy bosom '' And Eve sighed | O |
Surely my bosom hath not forgotten Cain | K2 |
Who sucked the tender first milk from its paps | F2 |
His feet are worn wandering the desert wide | O |
But I have washed them with my tears in dreams | F2 |
Oh in my heart he has not left his home | K |
Would I might lay my arms about him now | D3 |
Yet why O Adam utterest thou these thoughts | F2 |
Thou knowest how betwixt us and our son | S2 |
There lies a land we may not overleap | C3 |
More than the flames of those exiling swords | F2 |
Because of our fault Adam and of his | F2 |
Why dost thou waken this our ancient pain '' | - |
But Adam still uplifted his lament | O |
He is gone from us gone beyond our reach | O2 |
Beyond our yearning he remembers not | O |
These arms that were around his weakness once | F2 |
These hands that fed him and that fostered him | K |
And now would bless him All these have I blessed | O |
With many blessings but him whom I cursed | O |
Him would I bless at last and be at peace | F2 |
He is gone from me and now these also go | A3 |
Whither I know not and I fear for them | K |
How often have I seen them going forth | P2 |
Into the woods upon these hills how oft | O |
See them with night returning but now they | O |
Depart for ever and return no more '' | - |
Eve wondering replied with earnest voice | F2 |
Behold them Adam they are very fair | C2 |
And strong with all the strength that we have lost | O |
What ill shall harm them more than hath harmed us | F2 |
Remember how when I was used to fear | C2 |
Beholding our first child in his soft youth | P3 |
Go from us on his tender feet alone | I |
His tender feet a little stone might bruise | F2 |
And would have caught him back to my fond breast | O |
Thou didst rebuke me saying it must be | C2 |
That he go forth alone now thou dost fear | C2 |
When these are strong and we can help no more '' | - |
But Adam shook his head and answered not | O |
For he was like a shepherd who hath lit | O |
A fire to warm him on the mountain side | O |
In the first chill after the summer heats | F2 |
And drowsing by the embers wakes anon | I |
With wonder frighted eyes to see the sparks | F2 |
Blowing astray run kindling over grass | F2 |
And withered heath and bushes of dry furze | F2 |
And ere his heavy senses pricked with smoke | U |
Uncloud the white fire rushes from his reach | O2 |
Leaps to embrace the tall pines tossing up | C3 |
A surge of trembling stars and eagerly | C2 |
Roars through their topmost branches wide aflame | K |
While all around enormous shadows rock | Q3 |
And wrestle as tumultuous lights o'errides | F2 |
The darkness as with charging spears and plumes | F2 |
Till the whole hillside reddens and beyond | O |
Far mountains waken flushed out of the night | O |
Then he who ignorantly had started up | C3 |
This wild exulting glory from its sleep | C3 |
Forgets to stir his steps or wring his hands | F2 |
The swiftness and the radiance and the sound | O |
Beget a kind of rapture in his dread | O |
Like that amazed shepherd Adam saw | F2 |
His race sprung out of darkness fill the earth | R3 |
Increasing swift and terrible like fire | C2 |
That feeds on all its ruins wave on wave | S3 |
Streaming impetuous without rest or pause | F2 |
Right onward to the boundaries of the world | O |
And he how helpless who had caused it all | Q2 |
So stood his soul still in a gaze of awe | T3 |
Filled with the foretaste of calamity | C2 |
And his lips broke into a groaning cry | Z2 |
What is this thing that I have done what doom | K |
What boundless and irrevocable doom | K |
My children have I wakened for you all | Q2 |
O could I see the end but end is none | I |
My thoughts are carried from me and they faint | O |
As birds that come from out the farthest sky | Z2 |
Voyaging to a home far far beyond | O |
Sink in our valley on a drooping wing | B3 |
Quite wearied out yea we have seen them sink | M3 |
So my thoughts faint within my bosom old | O |
The vision is too vast I am afraid '' | - |
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But understanding nothing of his speech | O2 |
That yet seemed opening some mysterious door | C2 |
Disclosing an horizon all unknown | I |
His children listened touched to trouble vague | U3 |
And longing without name like travellers | F2 |
Who in a company together pass | F2 |
On some spring evening by an upland road | O |
And as they travel each in thought immersed | O |
Rich merchants wise in profitable cares | F2 |
Adventurous youths and timorous old men | I |
Through deepening twilight the young rising moon | I |
Begins to cast along them a mild gleam | K |
And shadows trembling from the wayside trees | F2 |
In early leaf steal forward on the ground | O |
Beside them and faint balm is past them blown | I |
All troubles them with beauty fresh and strange | V3 |
Stealing their thoughts away so tenderly | C2 |
Were Adam's children troubled when they heard | O |
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Long silence fell At last with heavy voice | F2 |
And weakened utterance Adam spoke again | I |
My children bring me fruits and bring me flowers | F2 |
Set them within my sight that I may see | C2 |
And touch them and their sweetness smell once more '' | - |
They hasted and plucked flowers and gathered fruit | O |
Such as their valley yielded balsam boughs | F2 |
Late roses darkly flushed or honey pale | V |
And heavy clustered grapes and yellowing gourds | F2 |
Plump figs and dew moist apples and smooth pears | F2 |
All these they brought and heaped before his sight | O |
Voyagers in the utmost seas when ice | F2 |
Pinions their vessel fast and they prepare | C2 |
For the blind frozen winter's boundless night | O |
How jealously they watch the last low rays | F2 |
How from the loftiest vantage in their view | H3 |
Cherish the rosy warmth still on their limbs | F2 |
Tarrying until the bright rim wholly dips | F2 |
Adam by huger darkness overhung | O3 |
So longed to taste life warm even to the last | O |
And fostering those fair flowers upon his lap | C3 |
And holding a gold apple in his hand | O |
Remembered Eden O what blissful light | O |
Flowed o'er his heart and bathed it in its beams | F2 |
It seemed the deep recesses of his soul | V2 |
Welled up their inmost wisdom at the last | O |
He glowed with some transfiguring fire his lips | F2 |
Moved and his face uplifted was inscribed | O |
With mighty thoughts that thus at length unrolled | O |
Their solemnly assembled syllables | F2 |
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Look well on me my children whom ye lose | F2 |
Behold these eyes that have wept tears for you | H3 |
Behold these arms that have long toiled for you | H3 |
These hands in Paradise have gathered flowers | F2 |
These limbs which ye have seen so wasted down | I |
In feebleness so utterly brought low | A3 |
They grew not into stature like your limbs | F2 |
I wailed not into this great world a child | O |
Helpless and speechless understanding naught | O |
But from God's rapture perfect and full grown | I |
I suddenly awoke out of the dark | W3 |
How sweet a languor did enrich the blood | O |
In my warmed veins as on my opening eyes | F2 |
The splendour of the world shone slowly in | I |
Mingling its radiant colours in my soul | V2 |
Yea in my soul and only in my soul | V2 |
I deemed them to abide sky water trees | F2 |
The moving shadows and the tender light | O |
This solid earth this wide and teeming earth | R3 |
Which we have trodden weary step by step | C3 |
Nor found beginning of an end of it | O |
I deemed it all abounding in my brain | I |
The murmur of the waters and the winds | F2 |
Seemed but a music sighing from my joy | X3 |
Then I arose and ventured forth afoot | O |
And soon how soon was dispossessed of all | Q2 |
By every step I travelled into truth | P3 |
That stripped me of my proud dreams one by one | I |
Till all were taken On such faltering feet | O |
By gradual but most certain steps I came | K |
Into my real and perfect solitude | O |
Alone amid the world that knew not me | C2 |
O Eve thou knowest what I tell not now | I |
How I was comforted and all the woe | A3 |
That fell on our transgression yet not less | F2 |
When that first child lay babbling on thy knees | F2 |
Then again said I Surely this is mine ' | - |
And you my children whom I saw increase | F2 |
Around me stronger as my strength decayed | O |
How often have I called you also mine | I |
But now my first born is not any more | C2 |
Or wanders lost from me and ye ye too | H3 |
Go from me over earth forgetting me | C2 |
So surely I perceive for all that I | Z2 |
In joy begot you ye are mine no more | C2 |
But ye who seem the proud and easy lords | F2 |
Of this fair earth ye too must tread the path | Y3 |
Which I trod in my ignorant longing lose | F2 |
What I have lost and find what I have found | O |
What seek you O my children what seek you | H3 |
For I behold you in this narrow vale | V |
That mountains and deep forests compass round | O |
Filled with desires Beyond is all the world | O |
That hardly shall content them ye must go | A3 |
Forth into that vast world as from my feet | O |
This water glides we know not whither yea | O |
Even as this stream is prisoned in its speed | O |
So shall ye be imprisoned in desire | C2 |
But when you have imagined peace and balm | K |
For your endeavour musing This is mine ' | - |
When you shall say I have a cause for joy ' | - |
Then be distrustful lest you only learn | I |
How cruel is desire till it attain | I |
And being baffled yet more cruel grows | F2 |
Indignant not to find what it had sought | O |
And suffering ye rage and raging fall | Q2 |
Upon your own flesh Ah deal tenderly | C2 |
With one another O my sons for ye | C2 |
Caged in these limbs that toil under the noon | I |
Are capable of sorrow huge as night | O |
And still must ye bear all whatever come | K |
Look how the trees in an untimely spring | B3 |
Put forth their sweet shoots on the frosty air | C2 |
That withers up the tender sap yet still | Z |
Cannot delay their ripening nor fold back | J2 |
Their wounded buds into the sheltering rind | O |
So shall ye shrink yet so must ye endure | C2 |
I that was strong and proud in strength and now | I |
Am come to this last weakness tell you this | F2 |
Alas could ye but know it as I know | A3 |
I speak in vain ye cannot understand '' | - |
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He ended sighing for his mind was filled | O |
With apprehensions rolling up from far | C2 |
The doom and tribulation of his race | F2 |
Looking upon the faces of his sons | F2 |
Well he divined their weakness from his own | I |
He knew what they should suffer yet the worst | O |
He knew not had he known he would have rued | O |
Less to be parent of their feebleness | F2 |
Than of their strength the power to maim and rend | O |
And ravage even that which to their hearts | F2 |
Is dearest though they know not what they do | O |
Trampling their peace in dust had he seen all | Q2 |
The dreadful actors on the endless stage | N2 |
Sprung from his loins the triumphing blind hordes | F2 |
Spurred by an ignorant fury to create | O |
An engine of fierce pleasure in the pangs | F2 |
Wrung from the brave the gentle and the wise | F2 |
And raging at a beauty not their own | I |
That vexes all their vileness till the world | O |
Discovering too late its precious loss | F2 |
Loves and laments in vain had he seen this | F2 |
His grief had gone forth in a bitterer cry | Z2 |
But they that heard him heard incredulous | F2 |
Trouble was far and sweet youth in their hearts | F2 |
The beauty of the world encompassed them | K |
All else was fable and they stood elate | O |
Yet stirred and pensive in such wondering pause | F2 |
As might a troop of children who have found | O |
In a king's garden under shadowy yews | F2 |
Ancestral marbles on a sculptured wall | Q2 |
Half hid in vines and lifting up the leaves | F2 |
Gaze in a bright eyed wonder on fair shapes | F2 |
Of arming heroes and unhappy queens | F2 |
Or press soft lips on Helen's woeful mouth | Z3 |
Touching her perfect breast and smile on her | C2 |
Unknowing how beneath that heavenly mould | O |
Swelled like a sea the powers of love and pain | I |
Powers that shall surely also rock themselves | F2 |
In storms and their young courage crush to sobs | F2 |
Toss them on easeless beds blind their hot eyes | F2 |
With tears in longing violent as vain | I |
Till they shall quite forget how life was once | F2 |
Sweet as a rose's breath and only fair | C2 |
As now 'tis fair and sweet to Adam's sons | F2 |
Exalted in expectancy they mused | O |
And in their veins a warmer current glowed | O |
Round their full moulded limbs their open eyes | F2 |
Shone wistful and they murmured to themselves | F2 |
When Adam's voice recalled them to his grief | A4 |
Out of unfathomable deeps his words | F2 |
Seemed drawn in solemn slowness Lo the light | O |
Makes ready to go from you even as I | Z2 |
Hearken my sons Upon the mountain side | O |
There is a cave that looks toward the East | O |
And thence in the evening clearness have I oft | O |
Far off beheld the gates of Paradise | F2 |
Mine eyes would feel that glory once again | I |
Ere they be turned for ever to the night | O |
Therefore go down and strew a bed for me | C2 |
Lay me upon that bed and bear me up | C3 |
It grows late and I may not tarry more '' | - |
But now at last the certainty of woe | A3 |
Smote through them and they feared exceedingly | C2 |
Scarce knowing yet what this command might mean | I |
They would have stayed but Adam with raised hands | F2 |
Moved them unto his bidding they went down | I |
And busied them most sadly o'er that toil | Y2 |
By the stream's shore plaiting a bed of withes | F2 |
And some prepared rough poles some gathered leaves | F2 |
Adam with Eve remained alone the light | O |
Slept warm upon the grass and on their feet | O |
And round about them in the spacious tent | O |
Struck upward hovering glories pale and clear | C2 |
He turned to her those eyes which never yet | O |
Sought there a solace or heart's ease in vain | I |
And spoke O Eve '' but even there his voice | F2 |
Stopt in the shadow of his coming thoughts | F2 |
And he could say no more but she came near | C2 |
To lay her hands on his cold hands and looked | O |
On his bowed face and with a soft reproach | B4 |
Answered him Adam thou didst say but now | I |
That all were going from thee o'er the earth | R3 |
And thou shouldst be alone and none be thine | I |
And no companion with thee any more | C2 |
Am I not with thee Shall I go from thee | C2 |
Am I not thine Am I not wholly thine '' | - |
Then Adam lifted up his fallen brow | I |
And gently laid his great arms round her neck | H2 |
He looked into her eyes into her soul | V2 |
The face of Eve was falling toward his breast | O |
Her hair with his was mingled now no more | C2 |
They spoke for they had come beyond all words | F2 |
They spoke not stirred not but together leaned | O |
Grand in the marble gesture of a grief | A4 |
Becalmed for ever in the certitude | O |
Of this last hour that over them stood still | Z |
Thus had they stayed nor moved nor heeded aught | O |
But 'twixt them and the light a shadow fell | U2 |
And Adam lifted up his eyes and saw | F2 |
Seth standing there he knew the hour was come | K |
For lo about the doorway were the sons | F2 |
Of Adam all assembled with their wives | F2 |
And children weeping they had brought a bed | O |
Of plaited osiers heaped with leaves and now | I |
Laying him on that litter silently | C2 |
They lifted up the poles Eve weeping sank | C4 |
Upon her knees she kissed the dear last kiss | F2 |
She held his body in her tender arms | F2 |
One aching moment then relinquished him | K |
Thus they began the young men and the old | O |
To bear him forth unwillingly with slow | A3 |
Sad footsteps planted on the yielding sand | O |
While all the women wailed and wept aloud | O |
Beating their breasts they felt and were afraid | O |
Yet understood not their despair was blind | O |
But Eve who understood her perfect loss | F2 |
Even to the utmost pang wept now no more | C2 |
Her daughters sobbing round her hid their heads | F2 |
She only with dim eyes stretched forth her hands | F2 |
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But they that bore the litter passed beside | O |
The bright stream's pebbly margin and with them | K |
The bearded men and boys all overcome | K |
With desolating thoughts and silent fears | F2 |
Followed soon slowly they began to climb | K |
Slopes scattered darkly o'er their bossy knolls | F2 |
With shadowy cedars where the jutting ribs | F2 |
Of gray rock interposed until at last | O |
They came to the great cavern in the cliff | L3 |
And rested gazing backward o'er the vale | V |
Reposing in the golden solitude | O |
Then Adam said Lift me that I may see '' | - |
With careful arms they lifted him he gazed | O |
Down on the valley stretched out at his feet | O |
Marked with the shining stream he saw beyond | O |
Ranges of endless hills and very far | C2 |
On the remote horizon high and clear | C2 |
Shone marvellous the gates of Paradise | F2 |
There was his home his lost home there the paths | F2 |
His feet had trod in bliss and tears the streams | F2 |
The heavenly trees that had o'ershadowed him | K |
Removed all into radiance clear and strange | V3 |
As to a fisher on dark Caspian waves | F2 |
Far from the land appears the glimmering snow | A3 |
Of Caucasus already bathed in dawn | I |
Like a suspended opal huge in heaven | I |
And wonder awes him to remember how | I |
Long happy mornings of his youth he strayed | O |
Over those same far valleys of his home | K |
Now melted and subdued to phantom shade | O |
Beneath that lonely mount hung in the dawn | I |
So over darkened intervening vales | F2 |
Tinged in the sweet fire of the light's farewell | U2 |
Shone Eden upon Adam Then he sighed | O |
A sigh not all of grief It is enough | D4 |
Leave me my children to my peace go ye | C2 |
And comfort Eve go prosper and be blest '' | - |
They each turned fearfully to each but Seth | R2 |
Bowed down his head and hushed them with his hand | O |
Silent with running tears they wept farewell | U2 |
And often looking backward on slow feet | O |
Moved down the wide slope Adam was alone | I |
At last his eyes were closing yet he saw | F2 |
Dimly the shapes of his departing sons | F2 |
Inheriting their endless fate for them | K |
The world lay free and all things possible | G3 |
Perchance his dying gaze so satisfied | O |
Was lightened and he saw how vast a scope | C3 |
Ennobled them of power to dare beyond | O |
Their mortal frailty in immortal deeds | F2 |
Exceeding their brief days in excellence | F2 |
Not with the easy victory of gods | F2 |
Triumphant but in suffering more divine | I |
Since that which drives them to unnumbered woes | F2 |
Their burning deep unquenchable desire | C2 |
Shall be their glory and shall forge at last | O |
From fiery pangs their everlasting peace | F2 |
Robert Laurence Binyon
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