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Poetical Works 

of 

ROBERT BRIDGES 

Volume I 




London 

Smith, Elder & Co 

1 5^ Waterloo Place 

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OXFORD : HORACE HART 
PRINTER TO THE UNIVERSITY 



POETICAL WOJl^S OF 
\OBE\T Bl^IDGES 

VOLUME THE FI]{ST 
CONTAINING 

PROMETHEUS THE FIREGIVER . p. i 

EROS AND PSYCHE 71 

THE GROWTH OF LOVE . . . zij 

NOTES 189 



LIST OF PREVIOUS EDITIONS 

PROMETHEUS. 

1. Private Press of H. Daniel. Oxford, 1883. 

2. Chiswick Press. Geo. Bell ^ Sons, 1884.. 

EROS AND PSYCHE. 

1. ChisiuJck Press. Geo. Bell G? Sons, 188 f. 

2. Do. do. Revised, i8t)^. 

This last volume is still on sale. 

GROWTH OF LOVE. 

1. XXIV Sonnets. Ed.Bumpus, i%j6. 

2. LXXIX Sonnets. Daniel Press, i88j). 

This edition luas copied in America. 
^. Do. do. Black letter. 185)0. 



PROMETHEUS 

THE 

FIREGIVER 

A MASK IN THE 
GREER MANNER 



^ 



ARGUMENT 

PROMETHEUS COMING ON EARTH TO GIVE FIRE TO 
MEN APPEARS BEFORE THE PALACE OF INACHUS IN 
ARGOS ON A FESTIVAL OF ZEUS • HE INTERRUPTS THE 
CEREMONY BY ANNOUNCING FIRE AND PERSUADES 
INACHUS TO DARE THE ANGER OF ZEUS AND ACCEPT 
THE GIFT • INACHUS FETCHING ARGEIA HIS WIFE FROM 
THE PALACE HAS IN TURN TO QUIET HER FEARS • HE 
ASKS A PROPHECY OF PROMETHEUS WHO FORETELLS THE 
FATE OF lO THEIR DAUGHTER • PROMETHEUS THEN 
SETTING FLAME TO THE ALTAR AND WRITING HIS OWN 
NAME THEREON IN THE PLACE OF ZEUS DISAPPEARS 

THE CHORUS SING (l) A HYMN TO ZEUS WITH THE 
STORIES OF THE BIRTH OF ZEUS AND THE MARRIAGE OF 
HERA WITH THE DANCES OF THE CURETES AND THE 
HESPERIDES (a) THEIR ANTICIPATION OF FIRE WITH 
AN ODE ON WONDER (^) A TRAGIC HYMN ON THE LOT 
OF MAN (4) A FIRE-CHORUS (5) A FINAL CHORUS IN 
PRAISE OF PROMETHEUS 

ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE GOOD • PROMETHEUS PRO- 
LOGIZES • HE CARRIES A LONG REED 



B Z 



DRAMATIS PERSONiE 

PROMETHEUS. 
INACHUS. 
ARGEIA. 
SERVANT. 
lO (j>ers(ma muta). 

CHORUS : Touths and mtudens of the house of 
Tnachus. 

The SCENE is in ARGOS before the falace of Inachus. 

An altar inscribed to Zeus is at the 

centre of the stage. 



PROMETHEUS 
THE FIREGIVER 



I 



PROMETHEUS. 

T7ROM high Olympus and the aetherial courts, 

Where mighty Zeus our angry king confirms 
The Fates' decrees and bends the wills of the gods, 
I come : and on the earth step with glad foot. 

This variegated ocean-floor of the air, 
The changeful circle of fair land, that lies 
Heaven's dial, sisterly mirror of night and day : 
The wide o'er-wandered plain, this nether world 
My truant haunt is, when from jealous eyes 
I steal, for hither 'tis I steal, and here 10 

Unseen repair my joy : yet not unseen 
Methinks, nor seen unguessed of him I seek. 
Rather by swath or furrow, or where the path 
Is walled with corn I am found, by trellised vine 



6 PROMETHEUS 

Or olive set in banks or orchard trim : 

I watch all toil and tilth, farm, field and fold, 

And taste the mortal joy ; since not in heaven 

Among our easeful gods hath facile time 

A touch so keen, to wake such love of life 

As stirs the frail and careful being, who here, to 

The king of sorrows, melancholy man. 

Bows at his labour, but in heart erect 

A god stands, nor for any gift of god 

Would barter his immortal-hearted prime. 

Could I but win this world from Zeus for mine. 
With not a god to vex my happy rule, 
I would inhabit here and leave high heaven : 
So much I love it and its race of men, 
Even as he hates them, hates both them, and me 
Fof-l«3ng^&at he hates, andwould destroy me. 
Outcast inthe scorn"orall his cringing crew, 
For daring but to save what he would slay : 
And me must first destroy. Thus he denieth 
My heart's wish, thus my counsel sets at naught. 
Which him saved once, when all at stake he stood 
Uprisen in rebellion to overthrow 
The elderseated Titans, for I that day 
Gave him the counsels which his foes despised. 
Unhappy they, who had still their blissful seats 
Preserved and their Olympian majesty, 4.0 



THE FIREGIVER 7 

Had they been one with me. Alas, my kin ! 

But he, when he had taken the throne and chained 
His foes in wasteful Tartaras, said no more 
Where is Prometheus our wise counsellor ? 
What saith Prometheus ? tell us, O Prometheus, 
What Fate requires ! but waxing confident 
And wanton, as a youth first tasting power. 
He wrecked the timeless monuments of heaven. 
The witness of the wisdom of the gods. 
And making all about him new, beyond 
Determined to destroy the race of men. 
And that create afresh or else have none. ' 

Then his vain mind imagined a device. 
And at his bidding all the opposed winds 
Blew, and the scattered clouds and furled snows. 
From every part of heaven together flying, 
He with brute hands in huge disorder heaped : 
They with the winds' weight and his angry breath 
Were thawed : in cataracts they fell, and earth ^ 

In darkness deep and whelmed tempest lay, 60 

Drowned 'neath the waters. Yet on the mountain-tops^ 
Some few escaped, and some, thus warned by me, f 
Made shift to live in vessels which outrode 
The season and the fury of the flood. 

And when his rain was spent and from clear skies 
Zeus looking down upon the watery world. 



8 PROMETHEUS 

Beheld these few, the remnant of mankind, 

Who yet stood up and breathed j henejt^thdrew 

Theseeds of fire, that else had still lain hid 

In withered feanch and the blue flakes of flint 70 

For man to exact and use, but these withdrawn, 

Man with the brutes degraded would be man 

No more j and so the tyrant was content. 

I? But I, despised again, again upheld 

The weak, and pitying them sent sweet Hope, 

Bearer of dreams, enchantress fond and kmS^ 

From heaven descending on the unhindered rays 

Of every star, to cheer with visions fair 

Their unamending pains. And now this day 

Behold I come bearing the seal of all 80 

Which Hope had promised : for within this reed 

A prisoner I bring them stolen fro m heave n. 

The flash of mastering tire, and it have borne 

So swift to earth, that when yon noontide sun 

Rose from the sea at morning I was by. 

And unperceived of Hfilios plunged the point 

r the burning axle, and withdrew a tongue 

Of breathing flame, which lives to leap on earth 

For man the father of all fire to come. 

And hither have I brought it even to Argos 50 
Unto king Inachus, him having chosen 
Above all mortals to receive my gift ; 



THE FIREGIVER 9 

For he is hopeful, careful, wise, and brave. 

He first, when first the floods left bare the land. 
Grew warm with enterprise, and gathered men 
Together, and disposed their various tasks 
For common weal combined ; for soon were seen 
The long straight channels dwindling on the plain, 
Which slow from stagnant pool and wide morass 
The pestilent waters to the rivers bore : ion 

Then in the ruined dwellings and old tombs 
He dug, unbedding from the wormed ooze 
Vessels and tools of trade and husbandry ; 
Wherewith, all seasonable works restored, 
Oil made he and wine anew, ^d taught m ankind 
To live not brutally though without fire, 
Tending their flocks and' herds and weaving wool, 
Living on fruit and milk and shepherds' fare. 
Till time should bring back flame to smithy and 

hearth. 
Or Zeus relent. Now at these gates I stand, no 
At this mid hour, when Inachus comes forth 
To offer sacrifice unto his foe. 
For never hath his faithful zeal forborne 
To pay the power, though hard, that rules the world 
The smokeless sacrifice j which first today 
Shall smoke, and rise at heaven in flame to brave 
The baffled god. See here a servant bears 



lo PROMETHEUS 

For the cold altar ceremonial wood : 

My shepherd's cloak will serve me for disguise. 

SERVANT. 

With much toil have I hewn these sapless logs. lao 

Pr. But toil brings health, and health is happiness. 

Serv. Here's one I know not — nay, how came he 
here 
Unseen by me ? I pray thee, stranger, tell me 
What would' st thou at the house of Inachus ? 

Pr. Intruders, friend, and travellers have glib 
tongues. 
Silence will question such. 

Serv. If 'tis a message. 

To-day is not thy day — ^who sent thee hither ? 

Pr. The business of my leisure was well guessed : 
But he that sent me hither is I that come. 

Serv. I smell the matter — ^thou would'st serve the 
house? 130 

Pr. 'Twas for that very cause I fled my own. 

Serv. From cruelty or fear of punishment ? 

Pr. Cruel was my master, for he slew his father. 
His punishments thou speakest of are crimes. 

Serv. Thou dost well flying one that slew his father. 

Pr. Thy lord, they say, is kind. 

Serv. Well, thou wilt see. 



THE FIREGIVER ii 

Thou may'st at once begin — come, give a hand. 

Pr. A day of freedom is a day of pleasure ; 
And what thou doest have I never done, 
And understanding not might mar thy work. 140 

Serv. Ay true — there is a right way and a wrong 
In laying wood. 

Pr. Then let me see thee lay it : 

The sight of a skill'd hand will teach an art. 

Serv. Thou seest this faggot which I now un- 
bind. 
How it is packed within. 

Pr, I see the cones 

And needles of the fir, which by the wind 
In melancholy places ceaselessly 
Sighing are strewn upon the tufted floor. 

Scrv. These took I from a sheltered bank, whereon 
The sun looks down at noon ; for there is need 
The things be dry. These first I spread j and then 
Small sticks that snap i' the hand. 

Pr. Such are enough 

To burden the slow flight of labouring rooks. 
When on the leafless tree-tops in young March 
Their glossy herds assembling soothe the air iff 
With cries of solemn joy and cawings loud. 
And such the long-necked herons will bear to mend 
Their airy platform, when the loving spring 



iz PROMETHEUS 

Bids them take thought for their expected young. 

Serv. See even so I cross them and cross them so : 
Larger and by degrees a steady stack 161 

Have built, whereon the heaviest logs may lie : 
And all of sun-dried wood : and now 'tis done. 

Pr. And now 'tis done, what means it now 'tis 
done? 

Serv. Well, thus 'tis rightly done : but why 'tis so 
I cannot tell, nor any man here knows ; 
Save that our master when he sacrificeth. 
As thou wilt hear anon, speaketh of fire ; 
And fire he saith is good for gods and men ; 
And the gods have it and men have it not : 170 

And then he prays the gods to send us fire ; 
And we, against they send it, must have wood 
Laid ready thus as I have shewn thee here. 

Pr. To-day he sacrificeth ? 

Serv. Ay, this noon. 

Hark! hear'st thou not? they come. The solemn flutes 
Warn us away j we must not here be seen 
In these our soiled habits, yet may stand 
Where we may hear and see and not be seen. 

^Exeunt R. 



THE FIREGIVER i? 

Enter CHORUS, and from the palace Inachus hearing 
cakes : he comes to stand behind the altar. 

CHORUS. 

God of Heaven ! 

We praise thee, Zeus most high, 180 

To whom by eternal Fate was given 

The range and rule of the sky j 

When thy lot, first of three 

Leapt out, as sages tell. 

And won Olympus for thee. 

Therein for ever to dwell : 

But the next with the barren sea 

To grave Poseidon fell. 

And left fierce Hades his doom, to be 

The lord and terror of hell. ijjo 

(i) Thou sittest for aye 
Encircled in azure bright. 
Regarding the path of the sun by day. 
And the changeful moon by night : 
Attending with tireless ears 
To the song of adoring love. 
With which the separate spheres 
Are voiced that turn above : 
And all that is hidden under 
The clouds thy footing has fiirl'd zoo 



1+ PROMETHEUS 

Fears the hand that holdeth the thunder. 
The eye that looks on the world. 

Semichorus ef youths. 
Of all the isles of the sea 
Is Crete most famed in story : 
Above all mountains famous to me 
Is Ida and crowned with glory. 
There guarded of Heaven and Earth 
Came Rhea at fall of night 
To hide a Wondrous birth 
From the Sire's unfathering sight. aio 

The halls of Cronos rang 
With omens of coming ill, 
And the mad Curates danced and sang 
Adown the slopes of the hill. 

Then all the peaks of Gnossus kindled red 
Beckoning afar unto the sinking sun. 
He thro' the vaporous west plunged to his bed, 
Sunk, and the day was done. 
But they, though he was fled. 
Such light still held, as oft 7.1.0 

Hanging in air aloft, 
At eve from shadowed ship 
The Egyptian saUor sees : 
Or like the twofold tip 



THE FIREGIVER 15 

That o'er the topmost trees 

Flares on Parnassus, and the Theban dames 

Qu_ake at the ghostly flames. 

Then friendly night arose 
To succour Earth, and spread 
Her mantle o'er the snows ajo 

And quenched their rosy red j 
But in the east upsprings 
Another light on them, 
SelSne with white wings 
And hueless diadem. 
Little could she befriend 
Her father's house and state. 
Nor her weak beams defend 
Hyperion from his fate. 

Only where'er she shines, 14.0 

In terror looking forth. 
She sees the wailing pines 
Stoop to the bitter North : 
Or searching twice or thrice 
Along the rocky walls. 
She marks the columned ice 
Of frozen waterfalls : 
But still the darkened cave 
Grew darker as she shone. 



i6 PROMETHEUS 

Wherein was Rhea gone 1.^0 

Her child to bear and save. 

\They dance. 

Then danced the Dactyls and Curetes wild, 
And drowned with yells the cries of mother and 

child; 
Big-armed Damnimeneus gan prance and shout : 
And burly Acmon struck the echoes out : 
And Kermis leaped and howled : and Titias pranced: 
And broad Cyllenus tore the air and danced : 
While deep within the shadowed cave at rest 
Lay Rhea, with her babe upon her breast. 

INACHUS. 
If any here there be whose impure hands 1.60 

Among pure hands, or guilty heart among 
Our guiltless hearts be stained with blood or wrong, 
Let him depart ! 

If there be any here in whom high Zeus 
Seeing impiety might turn away. 
Now from our sacrifice and from his sin 
Let him depart ! 

Semichorus of maidens. 
I have chosen to praise 
H€ra the wife, and bring 
A hymn for the feast on marriage days 



THE FIREGIVER 17 

To the wife of the gods' king. ayi 

How on her festival 

The gods had loving strife. 

Which should give of them all 

The fairest gift to the wife. 

But Earth said. Fair to see 

Is mine and yields to none, 

I have growiL&rJxecjQji.jLsacred tree. 

With apples of gold th^ 



Then HSra, when she heard what Earth had given. 
Smiled for her joy, and longed and came to see : 
On dovewings flying from the height of heaven, 
Down to the golden tree : 
As tired birds at even 

Come flying straight to house aSf 

On their accustomed boughs. 
'Twas where, on tortured hands 
Bearing the mighty pole. 
Devoted Atlas stands : 
And round his bowed head roU 
Day-light and night, and stars unmingled dance. 
Nor can he raise his glance. 

She saw the rocky coast 
Whereon the azured waves 
c 



i8 PROMETHEUS 

Are laced in foam, or lost 

In water-lighted caves ^ 

The olive island where, 

Amid the purple seas 

Night unto Darkness bare 

The four Hesperides : 300 

And came into the shade 

Of Atlas, where she found 

The garden Earth had made 

And fenced with groves around. 

And in the midst it grew 

Alone, the priceless stem. 

As careful, clear and true 

As graving on a gem. 

Nature had kissed Art 

And borne a child to stir 310 

With jealousy the heart 

Of heaven's Artificer. 

From crown to swelling root 

It mocked the goddess' praise, 

The green enamelled sprays 

The emblazoned golden fruit. 

[They dance. 

And 'neath the tree, with hair and zone unbound. 
The fair Hesperides aye danced around. 
And ^gle danced and sang ' O welcome. Queen ! ' 



THE FIREGIVER i^ 

And Erytheia sang ' The tree is green ! ' 3 20 

•And Hestia danced and sang 'The fruit is gold!' 
And Arethusa sang ' Fair Queen, behold ! ' 
And all joined hands and danced about the tree, 
And sang ' O Queen, we dance and sing for thee ! ' 

In. If there be any here who has complaint 
Against our rule or claim or supplication, 
Now in the name of Zeus let it appear. 
Now let him speak ! 

Frometheus reenters. 

Pr. All hail, most worthy king, such claim have I. 

In. May grace be with thee, stranger; speak thy 
mind. 330 

Pr. To Argos, king of Argos, at thy house 
I bring long journeying to an end this hour. 
Bearing no idle message for thine ears. 
For know that far thy fame has reached, and men 
That ne'er have seen thee tell that thou art set 
Upon the throne of virtue, that good-will 
And love thy servants are, that in thy land 
Joy, honour, trust and modesty abide 
And drink the air of peace, that kings must see 
Thy city, would they know their peoples' good 34.0 
And stablish them therein by wholesome laws. 
But one thing mars the tale, for o'er thy lands 
c a 



zo PROMETHEUS 

Travelling I have not seen from morn till eve. 

Either from house or farm or labourer's cot, 

In any village, nor this town of Argos 

A blue-wreathed smoke arise : the hearths are cold. 

This altar cold : I see the wood and cakes 

Unbaken — O king, where is the fire ? 

In. If hither, stranger, thou wert come to find 
That which thou findest wanting, join with us 
Now in our sacrifice, take food within, 3f i 

And having learnt our simple way of life 
Return unto thy country whence thou camest. 
But hast thou skill or knowledge of this things 
How best it may be sought, or by what means 
Hope to be reached, O speak ! I wait to hear. 

Pr. There is, O king, fire on the earth this day. 

In. On earth there is fire thou sayest ! 

Pr. There is fire. 

In. On earth this day ! 

Pr. There is fire on earth this day. 

In. This is a sacred placfe, a solemn hour, 
Thy speech is earnest : yet even if thou speak truth, 
O welcome messenger of happy tidings. 
And though I hear aright, yet to believe 
Is hard : thou canst not know what words thou 

speakest 
Into what ears : they never heard before ^(f f 



THE FIREGIVER ii 

This sound but in old tales of happier times, 
In sighs of prayer and faint unhearted hope : 
Maybe they heard not rightly, speak again ! 

Tr. There is, O king, fire on the earth this day. 

In. Yes, yes, again. Now let sweet Music blab 
Her secret and give o'er ■ here is a trumpet 371 
That mocks her method. Yet 'tis but the word. 
Maybe thy fire is not the fire I seek j 
Maybe though thou didst see it, now 'tis quenched. 
Or guarded out of reach : speak yet again 
And swear by heaven's truth is there fire or no 5 
And if there be, what means may make it mine. 

Tr. There is, O king, fire on the earth this day : 
But not as thou dost seek it to be found. 

In. How seeking wrongly shall I seek aright ? 

Tr. Thpa prayest here to Zeus, and him thou 
callest 381 

Almighty, knowing he could grant thy prayer : 
That if 'twere but bis will, the journeying sun 
Might drop a spark into thine outstretched hand : 
That at his breath the splashing mountain brooks 
That fall from Orneae, and cold Lerne's pool 
Would change their element, and their chill streams 
Bend in their burning banks a molten flood : 
That at his word so many messengers 
Would bring thee fire from heaven, that not a hearth 



xz PROMETHEUS 

In all thy land but straight would have a god 391 
To kneel and fan the flame : and yet to him. 
It is to him thou prayest. 

In. Therefore to him. 

Fr. Is this thy wisdom, king, to sow thy seed 
Year after year in this unsprouting soil ? 
Hast thou not proved and found the will of Zeus 
A barren rock for man with prayer to plough ? 

In. His anger be averted ! we judge not god 
Evil, because our wishes please him not. 
Oft our shortsighted prayers to heaven ascending 
Ask there our ruin, and are then denied 401 

In kindness above granting : were't not so. 
Scarce could we pray for fear to pluck our doom 
Out of the merciful withholding hands. 

Pr. Why then provokest thou such great goodwill 
In long denial and kind silence shown ? 

In. Fie, fie ! Thou lackest piety : the god's denial 
Being nought but kindness, there is hope that he 
Will make that good which is not : — or if indeed 
Good be withheld in punishment, 'tis well 
Still to seek on and pray that god relent. 411 

Pr. O Sire of Argos, Zeus will not relent. 

In. Yet fire thou sayst is on the earth this day. 

Pr. Not of his knowledge nor his gift, O king. 

In. By kindness of what god then has man fire ? 



THE FIREGIVER xj 

Pr. I say but on the earth unknown to Zeus. 

In. How boastest thou to know, not of his know- 
ledge ? 

Pr. I boast not : he that knoweth not may boast. 

bt. Thy daring words bewilder sense with sound. 

Pr. I thought to find thee ripe for daring deeds. 

In. And what the deed for which I prove unripe ? 

Pr. To take of heaven's fire. 

Iw. And were I ripe. 

What should I dare, beseech you ? 

Pr. The wrath of Zeus. 

In. Madman, pretending in one hand to hold 
The wrath of god and in the other fire. ^if 

Pr. Thou meanest rather holding both in one. 

Jw. Both impious art thou and incredible. 

Pr. Yet impious only till thou dost believe. 

In. And what believe ? Ah, if I could believe ! 
It was but now thou saidst that there was fire, 
And I was near believing ; I believed : 
Now to believe were to be mad as thou. 

Chorus. He may be mad and yet say true — maybe 
The heat of prophecy like a strong wine 
Shameth his reason with exultant speech. 4,3 y 

Pr. Thou say'st I am mad, and of my sober words 
Hast called those impious which thou fearest true. 
Those which thou knowest good, incredible. 



H PROMETHEUS 

Consider ere thou judge : be first assured 
_ Alli s not good for man that seems god's will. 
See, on thy farming skill, thy country toil ^ 441 
Which bends to aid the willing fruits of earth. 
And would promote the seasonable year, 
The face of nature is not always kind : 
And if thou search the sum of visible being 
To find thy blessing featured, 'tis not there : 
Her best gifts cannot brim the golden cup 
Of expectation which thine eager arms 
Lift to her mouthed horn — what then is this 
Whose wide capacity outbids the scale 4.50 

Of prodigal beauty, so that the seeing eye 
And hearing ear, retiring unamazed 
Within their quiet chambers, sit to feast 
With dear imagination, nor look forth 
As once they did upon the varying air ? 
Whence is the fathering of this desire . 
Which niocks at fated circumstance ? nay though 
Obstruction lie as cumbrous as the mountains. 
Nor thy particular hap hath armed desire 
Against the brunt of evil, — yet not for this 4.60 

Faints man's desire : it is the unquenchable 
Original cause, the immortal breath of being : 
Nor is there any spirit on Earth astir. 
Nor "neath the airy vault, nor yet beyond 



THE FIREGIVER 2^ 

In any dweller in far-reaching space. 

Nobler or dearer than the spirit of man : 

That spirit which lives in each and will not die, 

That wooeth beauty, and for all good things 

Urgeth a voice, or in still passion sigheth. 

And where he loveth draweth the heart with him. 

Hast thou not heard him speaking oft and oft, 

Prompting thy secret musing and now shooting 

His feathered fancies, or in cloudy sleep 47 j 

Piling his painted dreams ? O hark to him ! 

For else if folly shut his joyous strength 

To mope in her dark prison without praise. 

The hidden tears with which he wails his wrong 

Will sour the fount of life. O hark to him ! 

Him mayst thou trust beyond the things thou seest. 

For many things there be upon this earth 

Unblest and fallen from beauty, to mislead 

Man's mind, and in a shadow justify 

The evil thoughts and deeds that work his ill j 

Fear, hatred, lust and strife, which, if man question 

The heavenborn spirit within him, are not there. 

Yet are they bold of face, and Zeus himself, ^^6 

Seeing that Mischief held her head on high. 

Lest she should go beyond his power to quell 

And draw the inevitable Fate that waits 

On utmost ill, himself preventing Fate 



%6 PROMETHEUS 

Hasted to drown the world, and now would crush 
Thy little remnant : but among the gods 4.9a 

Is one whose love and courage stir for thee ; 
Who being of manlike spirit, by many shifts 
Has stayed the hand of the enemy, who crieth 
Thy world is not destroyed, thy good shall live : 
Thou hast more power for good than Zeus for ill, 
More courage, justice, more abundant art, 
More love, more joy, more reason : though around thee 
Rank-rooting evil bloom with poisonous crown. 
Though wan and dolorous and crooked things 501 
Have made their home with thee, thy good shall 

live. 
Know thy desire : and know that if thou seek it. 
And seek, and seek, and fear not, thou shalt find. 

Sem. (youths). Is this a god that speaketh thus ? 

Sent, (maidens). He speaketh as a man 
In love or great affliction yields his soul. 

In. Thou, whencesoe'er thou comest, whoe'er thou 
art. 
Who breakest on our solemn sacrifice 
With solemn words, I pray thee not depart 
Till thou hast told me more. This fire I seek 5: 10 
Not for myself, whose thin and silvery hair 
Tells that my toilsome age nears to its end. 
But for my children and the aftertime. 



THE FIREGIVER 27 

For great the need thereof, wretched our state • 

Nay, set by what has been, our happiness 

Is very want, so that what now is not 

Is but the measure of what yet may be. 

And first are barest needs, which well I know 

Fire would supply, but I have hope beyond. 

That Nature in recovering her right fio 

Would kinder prove to man who seeks to learn 

Her secrets and unfold the cause of life. 

So tell me, if thou knowest, what is fire ? 

Doth earth contain it ? or, since from the sun 

Fire reaches us, since in the glimmering stars 

And pallid moon, in lightning, and the glance 

Of tracking meteors that at nightfall show 

How in the air a thousand sightless things 

Travel, and ever on their windswift course 

Flame when they list and into darkness go, — yjo 

Since in all these a fiery nature dwells. 

Is fire an airy essence, a thing of heaven, 

That, could we poise it, were an alien power 

To make our wisdom less, our wonder more ? 

"Br. Thy wish to know is good, and happy is he 
Who thus from chance and change has launched his 

mind 
To dwell for ever with undisturbed truth. 
This high ambition doth not prompt his hand 



28 PROMETHEUS 

To crime, his right and pleasure are not wronged 
By folly of his fellows, nor his eye 540 

Dimmed by the griefs that move the tears of men. 
Son of the earth, and citizen may be 
Of Argos or of Athens and her laws. 
But still the eternal nature, where he looks, 
O'errules him with the laws which laws obey. 
And in her heavenly city enrols his heart. 
In. Thus ever have I held of happiness. 
The child of heavenly truth, and thus have found it 
In prayer and meditation and still thought, 
And thus my peace of mind based on a floor 550 

That doth not quaver like the joys of sense : 
Those I possess enough in seeing my slaves 
And citizens enjoy, having myself 
" Tasted for once and put their sweets away. 
But of that heavenly city, of which thou sayest 
Her laws o'errule us, have I little learnt. 
For when my wandering spirit hath dared alone 
The unearthly terror of her voiceless halls. 
She hath fallen from delight, and without guide 
Turned back, and from her errand fled for fear. <^6o 
Fr. Think not that thou canst all things Icnow, nor 
deem 
Such knowledge happiness : the all-knowing Fates 
No pleasure have, who sit eternally 



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Spinning tlie unnumbered threads that Time hath 

woven. 
And weaves, upgathering in his furthest house 
To store from sight • but what 'tis joy to learn 
Or use to know, that may'st thou ask of right. 

In. Then tell me, for thou knowest, what is fire ? 

Pr. Know then, O king, that this fair earth of men. 
The Olympus of the gods, and all the heavens 
Are lesser kingdoms of the boundless space 57 1 

Wherein Fate rules ; they have their several times. 
Their seasons and the limit of their thrones. 
And from the nature of eternal things 
Springing, themselves are changed j even as the trees 
Or birds or beasts of earth, which now arise 
To being, now in turn decay and die. 

The heaven and earth thou seest, for long were held 
By Fire, a raging power, to whom the Fates 
Decreed a slow diminishing old age, 580 

But to his daughter, who is that gentle goddess. 
Queen of the clear and azure firmament,. 
In heaven called Hygra, but by mortals Air, 
To her, the child of his slow doting years. 
Was given a beauteous youth, not long to outlast 
His life, but be the pride of his decay. 
And win to gentler sway his lost domains. 

And when the day of time arrived, when Air 



30 PROMETHEUS 

Took o'er from her decrepit sire the third 

Of the Sun's kingdoms, the one-mooned earth. 

Straight came she down to her inheritance, ytji 

Gaze on the sun with thine unshaded eye 
And shrink from what she saw. Forests of fire 
Whose waving trunks, sucking their fuel, reared 
In branched flame roaring, and their torrid shades 
Aye underlit with fire. The mountains lifted 
And fell and followed like a running sea. 
And from their swelling flanks spumed froth of fire ; 
Or, like awakening monsters, mighty mounds 
Rose on the plain awhile. 

Sem, {maidens). He discovers a foe. 600 

Sem. (youths). An enemy he paints. 

Pr. These all she quenched. 

Or charmed their fury into the dens and bowels 
Of earth to smoulder, there the vital heat 
To hold for her creation, which then — to her aid 
Summoning high Reasg njtiQXaMsiiQine inJieaven, — 
She wrought anew upon the temperate lands. 

Sem. {maidens). 'Twas well Air won this kingdom 
of her sire. 

Sem. {youths). Now say how made she green this 
home of fire. 

Pr. The waters first she brought, that in their 
streams 



THE FIREGIVER 31 

And pools and seas innumerable things 610 

Brought forth, from whence she drew the fertile seeds 
Of trees and plants, and last of footed life. 
That wandered forth, and roaming to and fro, 
The rejoicing earth peopled with living sound. 
Reason advised, and Reason praised her toil ; 
Which when she had done she gave him thanks, and 

said, 
' Fair comrade, since thou praisest what is done. 
Grant me this favour ere thou part from me : 
Make thou one fair thing for me, which shall suit 
With what is made, and be the best of all/ 6io 'j 

'Twas evening, and that night Reason made manj_^__J 

Sem. (maidens). Children of Air are we, and live by 
fire. 

Sem. {^youths). The sons of Reason dwelling on the 
earth. 

Sem. (maidens). Folk of a pleasant kingdom held 
between 
Fire's reign of terror and the latter day 
When dying, soon in turn his child must die. 

Sem. (youths). Having a wise creator, above time 
Or youth or change, from whom our kind inherit 
The grace and pleasure of the eternal gods. 

In. But how came gods to rule this earth of Air ? 

Tr. They also were her children who first ruled. 



31 PROMETHEUS 

Cronos, lapetus, Hyperion, 6^1. 

Theia and Rhea, and other mighty names 

That are but names — whom Zeus drave out from 

heaven. 
And with his tribe sits on their injured thrones. 

In. There is no greater god in heaven than he. 
_f^ ,Nor I!£!2£J3]P'"^ cruel nor more tyrannous. 

jfo. But what can man against the power ot god ? 

Pr. Doth not man strive with him? thyself dost 
pray. 

Li. That he may pardon our contrarious deeds. 

Pr. Alas ! alas ! what more contrarious deed. 
What greater miracle of wrong than this, 6^i 

That man should know his good and take it not ? 
To what god wilt thou pray to pardon this ? 
In vain wasreagQa.given, if man therewith 
^aniirtruth, and name it wisdom to""?rv "d dwn 
The unschooled promptings of his besTaBSlIe. 
The beasts that have no speech nor argument 
Confute him, and the wild hog in the wood 
That feels his longing, hurries straight thereto, 6^0 
And will not turn his head. 

Lt, How mean'st thou this ? 

Pr. Thou Just desired the good, and now canst feel 
How hard it is to kill the heart's desire." " 

^. Shairinachus rise against Zeus, as he 



THE FIREGIVER j? 

Rose against Cronos and made war in heaven ? 

Pr, I say not so, yet, if thou didst rebel. 
The tongue that counselled Zeus should counsel thee. 

Sem. {maidem). I'MslsTitiaiigeTiOUnseT. 

Sem. [youths). He is not 

A counsellor for gods or men. 

In. O that I knew where I might counsel find, 
That one were sent, nay, were 't the least of all 
The myriad messengers of heaven, to me ! 66x 

One that should say ' This morn I stood with Zeus, 
He hath heard thy prayer and sent me : ask a boon. 
What thing thou wilt, it shall be given thee.' 

Pr. What wouldst thou say to such a messenger ? 

bt. No need to ask then what I now might ask. 
How 'tis the gods, if they have care for mortals. 
Slubber our worst necessities — and the boon. 
No need to tell him that. 

Pr. Now, king, thou seest 

Zeus sends no messenger, but I am here. 

bt. Thy speech is hard, and even thy kindest 
words 
Unkind. If fire thou hast, in thee 'tis kind 
To proffer it : but thou art more unkind 
Yoking heaven's wrath therewith. Nay, and how 
knowest thou 6y^ 

Zeus will be angry if I take of it ? 



3+ PROMETHEUS 

Thou art a prophet : ^y, but of the prophets 
Some have been taken in error, and honest time 
Has honoured many with forgetfulness. 
I 'II make this proof of thee j Show me thy fire — 
Nay, give 't me now — if thou be true at alJ, 
Be true so far : for the rest there's none will lose, 
Nor blame thee being false^-where_isthy_fire ? 
-Sj, Vr. O rather, had it thus been mine to give, 
I would have given it thus : not adding aught 
Of danger or diminishment or loss j 6%6 

So strong is my goodwill i, nor less than this 
My knowledge, but in knowledge all my power. 
Yet siiM;e wise guidance with a little means 
Can more than force unminded, I have skill 
To conjure evil and outcompass strength. 
Now give I thee my best, a little gift 
To work a world of wonder ; 'tis thine own 
Of long desire, apd with it I will give 
Srhe cunning of invention and all arts tf^y 

In which thy hand instructed may command. 
Interpret, comfort, or ennoble nature j 
With all provision that in wisdom is. 
And what prevention in foreknowledge Ues. 

Iw. Great is the gain* 

Vr. O king, the gain is thine. 

The penalty I more than share. 



THE FIREGIVER 35 

In. Enough, 

I take thy gift • nor hast thou stood more firm 
To every point of thy strange chequered tale, 
Revealing, threatening, offering more and more. 
And never all, than I to this resolve. 705 

Tr. I knew thy heart would fail not at the hour. 

ht. Nay, failed I now, what were my years of toil 
More than the endurance of a harnessed brute. 
Flogged to his daily work, that cannot view 
The high design to which his labour steps ? 
And I of all men were dishonoured most 
Shrinking in fear, who never shrank from toil. 
And found abjuring, thrusting stiffly back. 
The very gift for which I stretched my hands. 
What though I suffer ? are these wintry years 
Of growing desolation to be held ji6 

As cherishable as the suns of spring ? 
Nay, only joyful can they be in seeing 
Long hopes accomplished, long desires fulfilled. 
And since thou hast touched ambition on the side 
Of nobleness, and stirred my proudest hope, 
And wilt fulfil this, shall I count the cost ? 
Rather decay will triumph, and cold death 
Be lapped in glory, seeing strength arise 714 

From weakness, from the tomb go forth a flame. 

Fr. 'Tis well ^ thou art exalted now, the grace 
D -i. 



36 PROMETHEUS 

Becomes thy valiant spirit. 

Lt. Lo ! on this day 

Which hope despaired to see, hope manifests 
A vision bright as were the dreams of youth ; 
When life wa.s easy as a sleeper's faith 
Who swims in the air and dances on the sea j 
When all the good that scarce by toil is won, 
Or not at all is won, is as a flower 
Growing in plenty to be plucked at will : 
Is it a dream again or is it truth, 735: 

This vision fair of Greece inhabited ? 
A fairer sight than all fair Iris sees. 
Footing her airy arch of colours spun 
From Ida to Olympus, when she stays 
To look on Greece and thinks the sight is fair • 
Far fairer now, clothed with the works of men. 

Pr. Ay, fairer far : for nature's varied pleasaunce 
Without man's life is but a desert wild. 
Which most, where most she mocks him, needs his aid. 
She knows her silence sweeter when it girds i 74,5: 
His murmurous cities, her wide wasteful curves 
Larger beside his economic line ; ■ 
Or what can add a mystery to the dark, 
As doth his measured music when it moves 
With rhythmic sweetness through the void of night? 
Nay, all her loveliest places are but grounds 



THE FIREGIVER 37 

Of vantage, where with geometric hand. 
True square and careful compass he may come 
To plan and plant and spread abroad his towers. 
His gardens, temples, palaces and tombs. jj'f 

And yet not all thou seest, with tranced eye 
Looking upon the beauty that shall be. 
The temple-crowned heights, the walled towns. 
Farms and cool summer seats, nor the broad ways 
That bridge the rivers and subdue the mountains. 
Nor all that travels on them, pomp or war 
Or needful merchandise, nor all the sails 
Piloting over the wind-dappled blue 
Of the summer-soothed ^Egean, to thy mind 
Can picture what shall be : these are the face 
And form of beauty, but her heart and life 
Shall they be who shall see it, born to shield 
A happier birthright with intrepid arms. 
To tread down tyranny and fashion forth 
A virgin wisdom to subdue the world, 770 

To build for passion an eternal song. 
To shape her dreams in marble, and so sweet 
Their speech, that envious Time hearkening shall stay 
In fear to snatch, and hide his rugged hand. 
Now is the birthday of thy conquering youth, 
O man, and lo ! thy priest and prophet stand 
Beside the altar and have blessed the day. 



38 PROMETHEUS 

In, Ay, blessed be this day. Where is thy fire ? 
Or is aught else to do, ere I may take ? 

Br. This was my message, speak and there is fire. 

In. There shall be fire. Await me here awhile. 
I go to acquaint my house, and bring them forth. 

\Exit. 

Chorus. 
Hearken, O Argos, hearken ! 783 

There will be fire. 
And thou, O Earth, give ear ! 
There will be fire. 

Sent, (matdent). Who shall be sent to fetch this fire 
for the king ? 

Sem. [youths). Shall we put forth in boats to reap. 
And shall the waves for harvest yield 
The rootless flames that nimbly leap 790 

Upon their ever-shifting field ? 

Sem. (maidens). Or we in olive-groves go shake 
And beat the fruiting sprays, till all 
The silv'ry glitter which they make 
Beneath into our baskets fall ? 

Sem. [youths). To bind in sheaves and bear away 
The white unshafted darts of day ? 

Sem. {maidens). And from the shadow one by one 
Pick up the playful oes of sun ? 



THE FIREGIVER 39 

Sem. {^youths). Or wouldst thou mine a passage deep 
Until the darksome fire is found, 801 

Which prisoned long in seething sleep 
Vexes the caverns underground ? 

Sem. (maidens). Or bid us join our palms perchance, 
To cup the slant and chinked beam. 
Which mounting morn hath sent to dance 
Across our chamber while we dream ? 

Sem, {^youths). Say whence and how shall we fetch 
this fire for the king ? 
Our hope is impatient of vain debating, 

Sem. (maidens). My heart is stirred at the name of 
the wondrous thing, 810 

And trembles awaiting. 

ODE. 

A coy inquisitive spirit, the spirit of wonder. 
Possesses the child in his cradle, when mortal things 
Are new, yet a varied surface and nothing under. 
It busies the mind on trifles and toys and brings 
Her grasp from nearer to further, from smaller to' 

greater. 
And slowly teaches flight to her fledgeling wings. 

Where'er she flutters and falls surprises await her : 
She soars, and beauty's miracles open in sight. 



+0 PROMETHEUS 

The flowers and trees and beasts of the earth j and 
later 8zo 

The skies of day, the moon and the stars of night ^ 
'Neath which she scarcely venturing goes demurely. 
With mystery clad, in the awe of depth and height. 

O happy for still unconscious, for ah ! how surely, 
How soon and surely will disenchantment come. 
When first to herself she boasts to walk securely. 
And drives the master spirit away from his home j 

Seeing the marvellous things that make the morning 
Are marvels of every-day, familiar, and some 
Have lost with use, like earthly robes, their adorning, 
As earthly joys the charm of a first delight, 831 

And some are fallen from awe to neglect and 

scorning ; 
Until— 

O tarry not long, dear needed sprite ! 
Till thou, though uninvited, with fancy returnest 
To hallow beauty and make the dull heart bright : 
To inhabit again thy gladdened kingdom in earnest • 
Wherein — 

from the smile of beauty afar forecasting 
The pleasure of god, thou livest at peace and yearnest 
With wonder everlasting. 



THE FIREGIVER 4.1 



SECOND PART 

Reenter from the palace Inachus, -with Argeta 
and lo. 

INACHUS. 

That but a small and easy thing now seems, 
Which from my house when I came forth at noon 
A dream was and beyond the reach of man. 
'Tis now a fancy of the will, a word, 
Liberty's lightest prize. Yet still as one 
Who loiters on the threshold of delight. 
Delaying pleasure for the love of pleasure, 
I dally — Come, Argeia, and share my triumph ! 
And set our daughter by thee ; though her eyes 
Are young, there are no eyes this day so young 
As shall forget this day — while one thing more 
I ask of thee J this evil, will it light 85:1 

On me or on my house or on mankind ? 

Pr. Scarce on mankind, O Inachus, for Zeus 
A second time failing.will not again 
Measure his spite against their better fate. 
And now the terror, which awhile o'er Earth 



+1 PROM£THEUS 

Its black wings spread, shall up to Heaven ascend 
And gnaw the tyrant's heart : for there is whispered 
A word gone forth to scare the mighty gods ; 
How one must soon be born, andJbQrnjjfjaga, 86'o 
Who shall drive out their impioil§ host from heaven. 
And from their skyey dwellings rule mankind 
In truth and love. So scarce on man will fall 
This eHl^nay, nor on thyself, O king ; 
Thy name shall live an honoured name in Greece, 

In. Then on my house 'twill be. Know'st thou 
no more? 

Fr. Know I no more ? Ay, if my purpose fail 
'Tis not for lack of knowing : if I suffer, 
'Tis not that poisonous fear hath slurred her task. 
Or let brave resolution walk unarmed. 870 

My ears are callous to the threats of Zeus, 
The direful penalties his oath hath laid 
On every good that I in heart and hand 
Am sworn to accomplish, and for all his threats, 
Lest their accomplishment should outrun mine, 
'Am bound the more. Nay, nor his evil minions. 
Nor force, nor strengtii, shall bend me to his will. 

ARGEIA. 

Alas, alas, what heavy words are these. 
That in the place of joy forbid your tongue. 



THE FIREGIVER 4.3 

That cloud and change his face, while desperate 
sorrow 880 

Sighs in Ms heart ? I came to share a triumph : 
All is dismay and terror. What is this ? 

In. True, wife, I spake of triumph, and I told thee 
The winter-withering hope of my whole life 
Has flower'd to-day in amaranth : what the hope 
Thou knowest, who hast shared ^ but the condition 
I told thee not and thou hast heard : this prophet. 
Who comes to bring us fire, hath said that Zeus 
Wills not the gift he brings, and will be wroth 
With us that take it. 

Ar. O doleful change, I came 

In pious purpose, nay, I heard within 8^r 

The hymn to glorious Zeus : I rose and said. 
The mighty god now bends, he thrusts aside 
His heavenly supplicants to hear the prayer 
Of Inachus his servant j let him hear. 
O let him turn away now lest he hear. 
Nay, frown not on me ; though a woman's voice 
That counsels is but heard impatiently, 
Yet by thy love, and by the sons I bare thee. 
By this our daughter, our last ripening fruit, 500 
By our long happiness and hope of more. 
Hear me and let me speak. 

In. Well, wife, speak on. 



44 PROMETHEUS 

■Ar. Thy voice forbids more than thy words invite : 
Yet say whence comes this stranger. Know'st thou 

not? 
Yet whencesoe'er, if he but wish us well, 
He will not bound his kindness in a day. 
Do nought in haste. Send now to Sicyon 
And fetch thy son PhorSneus, for his stake 
In this is more than thine, and he is wise. 
'Twere well Phor6neus and iEgialeus 910 

Were both here : maybe they would both refuse 
The strange conditions which this stranger brings. 
Were we not happy too before he came ? 
Doth he not offer us unhappiness ? 
Bid him depart, and at some other time. 
When you have well considered, then return. 

In. 'Tis his conditions that we now shall hear. 

Ar. O hide them yet! Are there not tales enough 
Of what the wrathful gods have wrought on men ? 
Nay, 'twas this very fire thou now would'st take. 
Which vain Salmoneus, son of tEoIus, 521 

Made boast to have, and from his rattling car 
Threw up at heaven to mock the lightning. Him 
The thunderer stayed not to deride, but sent 
One blinding fork, that in the vacant sky 
Shook like a serpent's tongue, which is but seen 
In memory, and he was not, or for burial 



THE FIREGIVER 47 

Rode with the ashes of his royal city 

Upon the whirlwind of the riven air. 

And after him his brother Athamas, 

King of Orchomenos, in frenzy fell 

For Hera's wrath, and raving killed his son ; 

And would have killed fair Ino, but that she fled 

Into the sea, preferring there to woo 5)^4. 

The choking waters, rather than that the arm 

Which had so oft embraced should do her wrong. 

For which old crimes the gods yet unappeased 

Demand a sacrifice, and the king's son 

Dreads the priest* s knife, and all the city mourns. 

Or shall I say what shameful fury it was 

With which Poseidon smote Pasiphae, 

But for neglect of a recorded vow : 

Or how Actseon fared of Artemis 

When he surprised her, most himself surprised : 

And even while he looked his boasted bow 

Fell from his hands, and through his veins there ran 

A strange oblivious trouble, darkening sense 

Till he knew nothing but a hideous fear 

Which bade him fly, and faster, as behind 

He heard his hounds give tongue, that through the 

wood ^yo 

Were following, closing, caught him and tore him 

down. 



^6 PROMETHEUS 

And many more thus perished in their prime j 
Lycaon and his fifty sons, whom Zeus 
In their own house spied on, and unawares 
Watching at hand, from his disguise arose, 
And overset the table where they sat 
Around their impious feast and slew them all : 
Alcyone and Ceyx, queen and king. 
Who for their arrogance were changed to birds : 
And Cadmus now a serpent, once a king : 960 

And saddest Niobe, whom not the love 
Of Leto aught availed, when once her boast 
Went out," though all her crime was too much pride 
Of heaven's most precious gift, her children fair. 
A Six daughters had she, and six stalwart sons j 
But Leto bade her two destroy the twelve. 
And somewhere now, among lone mountain rocks 
On Sipylus, where couch the nymphs at night 
Who dance all day by Achelous' stream, 
The once proud mother lies, herself a rock, 970 

And in cold breast broods o'er the goddess' wrong. 

I». Now hush thy fear. See how thou tremblest still. 
Or if thou fear, fear passion j for the freshes 
Of tenderness and motherly love will drown 
The eye of judgment : yet, since even excess 
Of the soft quality fits woman well, 
I praise thee j nor would ask thee less to aid 



THE FIREGIVER 4.7 

With counsel, than in love to share my choice. 
Tho' weak thy hands to poise, thine eye may mark 
This balance, how the good of all outweighs <)8o 
The good of one or two, though these be us. 
Let not reluctance shame the sacrifice 
Which in another thou wert first to praise. 

yir. Alas for me, for thee and for our children. 
Who, being our being, having all our having. 
If they fare ill, our pride lies in the dust. 

In. O deem not a man's children are but those 
Out of his loins engendered — our spirit's love 
Hath such prolific consequence, that Virtue 
Cometh of ancestry more pure than blood, 990 

And counts her seed as sand upon the shore. 
Happy is he whose body's sons proclaim 
Their father's honour, but more blest to whom 
The world is dutiful, whose children spring 
Out of all nations, and whose pride the proud 
Rise to regenerate when they call him sire. 

Ar. Thus, husband, ever have I bought and buy 
Nobleness cheaply being linked with thee. 
Forgive my weakness j see, I now am bold ; 
Tell me the worst, I'll hear and wish 'twere more. 

Tm. Retire — thy tears perchance may stir again. 

Ar. Nay, I am full of wonder and would hear. 

Vr. Bid me not tell if ye have fear to hear • 



+8 PROMETHEUS 

But have no fear. Knowledge of future things 1004. 

Can nothing change man's spirit : and though he seem 

To aim his passion darkly, like a shaft 

Shot toward some fearful sound in thickest night. 

He hath an owl's eye, and must blink at day. 

The springs of memory, that feed alike 

His thought and action, draw from furthest time 

Their constant source, and hardly brook constraint 

Of actual circumstance, far less attend 

On glassed futurity • nay, death itself. 

His fate unquestioned, his foretasted pain. 

The certainty foreknown of things unknown. 

Cannot discourage his habitual being 1016 

In its appointed motions, to make waver 

His eager hand, nor loosen the desire 

Of the most feeble melancholy heart 

Even from the unhopefuUest of all her dreams. 

Jw. Since then I long to know, now something say 
Of what will come to mine when I am gone. 

Pr. And let the maid too hear, for 'tis of her 
I speak, to tell her whither she should turn 
The day ye drive her forth from hearth and home. 

Lt. What sayst thou? drive her out? and we? 
from home? ioz6 

Banish the comfort of our eyes ? Nay rather 
Believe that these obedient hands will tear 



THE FIREGIVER 4.9 

The heart out of my breast, ere it do this. 

Pr. When her wild cries arouse the house at night. 
And, running to her bed, ye see her set 103 1 

Upright in tranced sleep, her starting hair 
With deathly sweat bedewed, in horror shaking. 
Her eyeballs fixed upon the unbodied dark. 
Through which a draping mist of luminous gloom 
Drifts from her couch away, — ^when, if asleep, 
She walks as if awake, and if awake 
Dreams, and as one who nothing hears or sees, 
Lives in a sick and frantic mood, whose cause 
She understands not or is loth to tell — 

^r. Ah, ah, my child, my child ! — Dost thou feel 
aught ? ' 1041 

Speak to me — nay, 'tis nothing — hearken not. 

Pr. Ye then distraught with sorrow, neither knowing 
Whether to save were best or lose, will seek 
Apollo's oracle. 

7». And what the answer ? 

Will it discover nought to avert this sorrow ? 
Pr. Or else thy whole race perish root and branch. 
ht. Alas! alas! 

Pr. Yet shall she live though lost ; from human form 

Changed, that thou wilt not know thy daughter more. 

7». Woe, woe! my thought was praying for her 

death. ' 1051 

E 



yo PROMETHEUS 

Pr. In Hera's temple shall her prison be 
At high Mycenas, till from heaven be sent 
Hermes, with song to soothe and sword to slay 
The beast whose hundred eyes devour the door. 

In. Enough, enough is told, unless indeed. 
The beast once slain, thou canst restore our child. 

Pr. Nay, with her freedom will her wanderings 
Begin. Come hither, child — nay, let her come : 
What words remain to speak will not offend her, 
And shall in memory quicken, when she looks 
To learn where she should go j — for go she must. 
Stung by the venomous fly, whose angry flight 
She stUl will hear about her, till she come 106^ 

To lay her sevenfold-carried burden down 
Upon the ^thiop shore where he shall reign. 

In. But say — say first, what form — 

Tr. In snow-white hide 

Of those that feel the goad and wear the yoke. 

In. Round-hoofed, or such as tread with cloven 
foot? 

Pr. Wide-horned, large-eyed, broad-fronted, and 
the feet 1070 

Cloven which carry her to her far goal. 

In. Will that of all these evils be the term ? 

Fr. Ay, but the journey first which she must learn. 
Hear now, my child 5 the day when thou art free. 



THE FIREGIVER yi 

Leaving the lion-gate, descend and strike 
The Trgtan road to Nemea, skirting wide 
The unhunted forest o'er the watered plain 
To walled Clednae, whence the traversed stream 
To Corinth guides : there enter not, but pass 
To narrow Isthmus, where Poseidon won 1080 

A country from Apollo, and through the town 
Of Crommyon, till along the robber's road 
Pacing, thy left eye meet the westering sun 
O'er Geraneia, and thou reach the hill 
Of Megara, where Car thy brother's babe 
In time shall rule ; next past Eleusis climb 
Stony Panactum and the pine-clad slopes 
Of Phyle ; shun the left-hand way, and keep 
The rocks j the second day thy feet shall tread 
The plains of Graea, whence the roadway serves 
Aulis and Mycalessus to the point 1091 

Of vext Euripus : fear not then the stream. 
Nor scenting think to taste, but plunging in 
Breast its salt current to the further shore. 
For on this island mayst thou lose awhile 
Thy maddening pest, and rest and pasture find. 
And from the heafs of bold Macistus see 
The country left and sought : but when thou feel 
Thy torment urge, move down, recross the flood. 
And west by Harma's fenced gap arrive 
E z 



fz PROMETHEUS 

At seven-gated Thebes : thy friendly goddess 
Ongan Athene has her seat without. iioa 

Ckor, Now if she may not stay thy toilsome 
destined steps, 
I pray that she may slay for thee the maddening fly. 

Fr. Keep not her sanctuary long, but seek 
Boeotian Ascra, where the Muses' fount. 
Famed Aganippe, wells : Ocalea 
Pass, and Tilphusa's northern steeps descend 
By Alalcomense, the goddess' town. 
Guard now the lake's low shore, till thou have crossed 
Hyrcana and Cephissus, the last streams iiii 

Which feed its reedy pools, when thou shalt come 
Between two mountains that enclose the way 
By peaked Abse to Hyampolis. 
The right-hand path that thither parts the vale 
Opes to Cyrtone and the Locrian lands ; 
Toward Elateia thou, where o'er the marsh 
A path with stones is laid j and thence beyond 
To Thronium, Tarphe, and Thermopylte, 
Where rocky Lamia views the Maliac gulf. 

Ciior. If further she should go, will she not see 
That other Argos, the Dodonian land? ma 

Pr, Crossing the Phthian hills thou next shalt reach 
Pharsalus, and Olympus' peaked snows 
Shall guide thee o'er the green Pelasgic plains 



THE FIREGIVER yj 

For many a day, but to Argissa come 

Let old Peneius thy slow pilot be 

Through Temp^, till they turn upon his left 

Crowning the wooded slopes with splendours bare. 

Thence issuing forth on the Pierian shore 

Northward of Ossa thou shalt touch the lands 

Of Macedon. 

Chor. Alas, we wish thee speed, 113a 

But bid thee here farewell ; for out of Greece 
Thou goest ■'mongst the folk whose chattering speech 
Is like the voice of birds, nor home again 
Wilt thou return. 

Pr. Thy way along the coast 

Lies till it southward turn, when thou shalt seek 
Where wide on Strymon's plain the hindered flood 
Spreads like a lake ; thy course to his oppose 
And face him to the mountain whence he comes : 
Which doubled, Thrace receives thee: barbarous 
names 1 141 

Of mountain, town and river, and a people 
Strange to thine eyes and ears, the Agathyrsi, 
Of pictured skins, who owe no marriage law, 
And o'er whose gay-spun garments sprent with gold 
Their hanging hair is blue. Their torrent swim 
That measures Europe in two parts, and go 
Eastward along the sea, to mount the lands 



5-4. PROMETHEUS 

Beyond man's dwelling, and the rising steeps 

That face the sun untrodden and unnamed iifo 

Know to earth's verge remote thou then art come. 
The Sc ythian tra ct and wilderness forlorn. 
Through whose ru3e rocks and frosty silences 
No path shall guide thee then, nor my words now. 
There as thou toilest o'er the treacherous snows, 
A sound then thou shalt hear to stop thy breath. 
And prick thy trembling ears • a far-oif cry. 
Whose throat seems the white mountain and its passion 
The woe of earth. Flee not, nor turn not back : 
Let thine ears drink and guide thine eyes to see 
That sight whose terrors shall assuage thy terror, 
Whose pain shall kill thy pain. Stretched on the rock. 
Naked to scorching sun, to pinching frost, iiffj 

To wind and storm and beaks of winged fiends 
From year to year he lies. Refrain to ask 
His name and crime — nay, haply when thou see him 
Thou wilt remember — ^"tis thy tyrant's foe, 
Man's friend, who pays his chosen penalty. 
Draw near, ray child, for he will know thy need. 
And point from land to land thy further path. 

Chorus 

O miserable man, hear now the worst. 
O weak and tearful race. 



THE FIREGIVER y^ 

Born to unhappiness, see now thy cause 1173 

Doomed and accurst ! 



It surely were enough, the bad and good 
Together mingled, against chance and ill 
To strive, and prospering by turns. 
Now these, now those, now folly and now skill. 
Alike by means well understood 
Or 'gainst all likelihood ; 
Loveliness slaving to the unlovely will 
That overrides the right and laughs at law. 

But always all in awe ii8j 

And imminent dread : 
Because there is no mischief thought or said. 
Imaginable or unguessed. 
But it may come to be j nor home of rest. 
Nor hour secure : but anywhere, 
At any moment • in the air. 
Or on the earth or sea. 
Or in the fair 

And tender body itself it lurks, creeps in. 
Or seizes suddenly, 1193 

Torturing, burning, withering, devouring. 
Shaking, destroying ; till tormented life 
Sides with the slayer, not to be. 



y(f PROMETHEUS 

And from the cruel strife 
Falls to fate overpowering. 

Or if some patient heart. 
In toilsome steps of duty tread apart, izoo 

Thinking to win her peace within herself. 
And thus awhile succeed : 
She must see others bleed. 
At others' misery moan, 
And learn the common suffering is her- own. 
From which it is no freedom to be freed : 
Nay, Nature, her best nurse. 
Is tender but to breed a finer sense. 
Which she may easier wound, with smart the worse 
And torture more intense. jzio 

And no strength for thee but the thought of duty. 
Nor any solace but the love of beauty. 
O Right's toil unrewarded ! 
O Love's prize unaccorded ! 

I say this might suffice, 
O tearful and unstable 
And miserable man, 
Were't but from day to day 
Thy miserable lot. 



THE FIREGIVER 57 

This might suffice, I say, lazo 

To term thee miserable. 

But thou of all thine Uls too must take thought, 

Must grow familiar till no curse astound thee. 

With tears recall the past, 

With tears the times forecast j 

With tears, with tears thou hast 

The scapeless net spread in thy sight around thee. 

How then support thy fate, 
O miserable man, if this befall. 
That he who loves thee and would aid thee, daring 
To raise an arm for thy deliverance, 113 1 

Must for his courage suflFer worse than all ? 

In. Bravest deliverer, for thy prophecy 
Has torn the veil which hid thee from my eyes. 
If thyself art that spirit, of whom some things 
Were darkly spoken, — nor can I doubt thou art. 
Being that the heaven its fire withholds not from thee 
Nor time his secrets, — tell me now thy name. 
That I may praise thee rightly j and my late 
Unwitting words pardon thou, and these who still 
In blinded wonder kneel not to thy love. ia4,i ; 

Pr. Speak not of love. See, I am moved with hate, / 
And fiercest anger, which will sometimes spur ./ 



f8 PROMETHEUS 

The heart to extremity, till it forget 
That there is any joy save furious war. 
Nay, were there now another deed to do, 
Which more could hurt our enemy than this. 
Which here I stand to venture, here would I leave thee 
Conspiring at his altar, and fly off 
To plunge the branding terror in his soul. 
But now the rising passion of my will layi 

Already jars his reaching sense, already 
From heaven he bids his jninion Hermes fo rth 
To bring his only rebel to his feet. 
, Therefore no more delay, the time is short. 
In. I take, I take. 'Tis but for thee to give. 

Pr. O heavenly fire, life's life, the eye of day, 
Whose nimble waves upon the starry night 
Of boundless ether love to play. 
Carrying commands to every gliding sprite 
To feed all things with colour, from the ray 
Of thy bright-glancing, white ii,6-i. 

And silver-spinning light : 
Unweaving its thin tissue for the bow 
Of Iris, separating countless hues 
Of various splendour for the grateful flowers 
To crown the hasting hours. 
Changing their special garlands as they choose. 



THE FIREGIVER yc, 

O spirit of rage and might, 
Who canst unchain the links of winter stark. 
And bid earth's stubborn metals flow like oil. 
Her porphyrons heart- veins boil ^ inji 

Whose arrows pierce the cloudy shields of dark ; 
Let now this flame, which did to life awaken 
Beyond the cold dew -gathering veils of morn. 
And thence by me was taken. 
And in this reed was borne, 
A smothered theft and gift to man below, 
Here with my breath revive. 
Restore thy lapsed realm, and be the sire 
Of many an earthly fire, ii8i 

O flame, flame bright and live. 
Appear upon the altar as I blow. 

Chor. 'Twas in the marish reed. 
See to his mouth he sets its hollow flute 
And breathes therein with heed. 
As one who from a pipe with breathings mute 
Will music's voice evoke. — 
See, the curl of a cloud. 

In. The smoke, the smoke ! lacjo 

Semichorus. Thin clouds mounting higher. 

bi. 'Tis smoke, the smoke- of fire. 



6o PROMETHEUS 

Semkhwus. Thick they come and thicker. 
Quick arise and quicker, 
Higher still and higher. 
Their wreaths the wood enfold. 
— I see a spot of gold. 
They spring from a spot of gold, 
Red gold, deep among 

The leaves : a golden tongue. 1300 

O behold, behold. 
Dancing tongues of gold. 
That leaping aloft flicker, 
Higher still and higher. 

In. 'Tis fire, the flame of fire ! 

Semkhorus. The blue smoke overhead 
Is turned to angry red. 
The fire, the fire, it stirs. 
Hark, a crackling sound. 
As when all around 13 10 

Ripened pods of furze 
Split in the parching sun 
Their dry caps one by one, 
And shed their seeds on the ground. 
— Ah ! what clouds arise. 
Away ! O come away. 
The wind-wafted smoke. 
Blowing all astray. 



THE FIREGIVER 



6i 



Blinds and pricks my eyes. 
Ah ! I choke, I choke. 
— All the midst is rent : 
See the twigs are all 
By the flaming spent 
White and gold, and fall. 
How they writhe, resist. 
Blacken, flake, and twist. 
Snap in gold and falL 
— See the stars that mount. 
Momentary bright 
Flitting specks of light 
More than eye can count. 
Insects of the air, 
As in summer night 
Show a fire in flying 
Flickering here and there. 
Waving past and dying. 
— Look, a common cone 
Of the mountain pine 
Solid gold is grown ; 
Till its scales outshine. 
Standing each alone 
In the spiral roosts 
Of their fair design, 
All the brightest shows 



{Prometheus, af- 
ter viriting his 
name on the al- 
tar, goes out un- 
observed,'] 



T350 



13+0 



6i. PROMETHEUS 

Of the sun's decline. 

-T-Hark, there came a hiss. 

Like a startled snake 

Sliding through the brake. 

Oh, and what is this ? 

Smaller flames that flee 1350 

Sidelong from the tree, 

Hark, they hiss, they hiss. 

— How the gay flames flicker. 

Spurting, dancing, leaping 

Quicker yet and quicker. 

Higher yet and higher, 

— Flaming, flaring, fuming. 

Cracking, crackling, creeping. 

Hissing and consuming : 

Mighty is the fire. 13^0 

In. Stay, stay, cease your rejoicings. Where is he. 
The prophet, — nay, what say I, — the god, the giver ? 

Chor. He is not here — he is gone. 

Im. Search, search around. 

Search all, search well. 

Chor. He is gone, — ^he is not here. 

In. The palace gate lies open : go, Argeia, 
Maybe he went within : go seek him there. 

[Exit Ar. 



THE FIREGIVER 67, 

Look down the sea road, down the country road : 
Follow him if ye see him. 

Chor. He is not there. 

Jtt. Strain, strain your eyes : look well: search every- 
where. 
Look townwards — is he there ? 

Fart of Chorus returning. He is not there. — 

Other part returning. He is not there. 

Ar. re-entering. He is not there. 1371 

Chor. O see ! 

Chor. See where ? 

Chor. See on the altar — see ! 

Chor. What see ye on the altar ? 

Chor. Here in front 

Words newly writ. 

chor. What words ? 

Chor. A name — ' 

In. Ay true — 

There is the name. How lilce a child was I, 
That I must wait till these dumb letters gave 
The shape and soul to knowledge : when the god 
Stood here so self-revealed to ears and eyes 
That, 'tis a god I said, yet wavering still. 
Doubting what god, — and now, who else but he ? 
I knew him, yet not well ; I knew him not : 



64- PROMETHEUS 

Prometheus — ay, Prometheus. Know ye, my chil- 
dren, 1381 
This name we see was writ by him we seek. 
'Tis his own name, his own heart-stirring name, 
Feared and revered among the immortal gods ; 
Divine Prometheus : see how here the large ^ 
Cadmeian characters run, scoring out 
The hated title of his andent foe, — 
To Zeus 'twas made, — and now 'tis to Prometheus — 
Writ with the charred reed — theft upon theft. 
He hath stolen from Zeus his altar, and with his fire 
Hath lit our sacrifice unto himself. i j^-z, 
16 Prometheus, friend and firegiver. 
For good or ill thy thefts and gifts are ours. 
We worshipped thee unknowing. 

Chor. But now where is he ? 

In. No need to search — ^we shall not see him more. 
We look in vain. The high gods when they choose 
Put on and oflFthe solid visible shape 
Which more deceives our hasty sense, than when 
Seeing them not we judge they stand aloof. 
And he, he now is gone • his work is done : 
'Tis ours to see it be not done in vain. 140a 

Chor. What is to do ? speak, bid, command, we fly. 

In. Go some and fetch more wood to feed the fire 5 
And some into the city to proclaim 



THE FIREGIVER 6^ 

That fire is ours : and send out messengers 
To Corinth, Sicyon, Megara and Athens 
And to Mycense, telling we have fire : 
And bid that in the temples they prepare 
Their altars, and send hither careful men 
To learn of me what things the time requires. 

[Exit part of Chorus. 
The rest remain to end our feast j and now 
Seeing this altar is no more to Zeus, 141 3 

But shall for ever be with smouldering heat 
Fed for the god who first set fire thereon. 
Change ye your hymns, which in the praise of Zeus 
Ye came to sing, and change the prayer for fire 
Which ye were wont to raise, to high thanksgiving, 
Praising aloud the giver and his gift. 

Vart of Chorus. Now our happy feast hath ending, 
While the sun in heaven descending 
Sees us gathered round a light 
Born to cheer his vacant night. 14.13 

Praising him to-day who came 
Bearing far his heavenly flame : 
Came to crown our king's desire 
With his gift of golden fire. 

SemkhoTus. My heart, my heart is fi-eed. 
Now can I sing. I loose a shaft from my bow, 

F 



66 PROMETHEUS 

A song from my heart to heaven, and watch it speed. 
It revels in the air, and straight to its goal doth go. 

I have no fear : I praise distinguishing duly : 
I praise the love that I love and I worship truly. 
Goodne ss I praise^ no t might. 
Nor more will I speaKOfwong, 14.3 y 

But of lovingkindness and right; 
And the god of my love shall rejoice at the soimd of 
my song. 

I praise him whom I have seen : 
As a man he is beautiful, blending prime and youth, 
Of gentle and lovely mien. 
With the step and the eyes of truth. 
As a god, — O were I a god, but thus to be man ! 
As a god, I set him above 

The rest of the gods ; for his gifls are pledges of love, 
The words of his mouth rare and precious. 
His eyes' glance and the smile of his lips are love. 

He is the one 1447 

Alone of all the gods, 
Qf righteous The mis the loft y-spirited son, 
Whohates CEewrongs they have done. 
He is the one I adore. 

For if there be love in heaven with evil to cope, — 
And he promised us more and more, — 
For what may we not hope ? 



THE FIREGIVER 6^ 

ODE 

My soul is drunk with joy, her new desire 
In far forbidden places wanders away. 
Her hopes with free bright-coloured wings of iire 
Upon the gloom of thought 
Are sailing out. 

Awhile they rise, awhile to rest they softly fall. 
Like butterflies, that flit 1^61 

Across the mountains, or upon a wall 
Winking their idle fans at pleasure sit. 

O my vague desires ! 
Ye lambent flames of the soul, her offspring fires : 
That are my soul herself in pangs sublime 
Rising and flying to heaven before her time : 

What doth tempt you forth 
To melt in the south or shiver in the frosty north ? 
What seek ye or find ye in your random flying. 
For ever soaring aloft, soaring and dying ? 

Joy, the joy of flight ; 147 z 

They hide in the sun, they flare and dance in the night. 
Gone up, gone out of sight — and ever again 
Follow fresh tongues of fire, fresh pangs of pain. 

Ah ! could I control 
These vague desires, these leaping flames of the soul: 
F 2 



(f8 PROMETHEUS 

Could I but quench the fire, ah ! could I stay 
My soul that flieth, alas, and dieth away ! 

[Enter other fart of Chorus. 
Part of Chor. Here is wood to feed the fire — 
Never let its flames expire. 
Sing ye still while we advance 
Round the fire in measured dance. 
While the sun in heaven descending 
Sees our happy feast have ending. 1485' 

Weave ye still your joyous song. 
While we bear the wood along. 

Semichorus. But O return. 
Return, thou flower of the gods ! 
Remember the limbs that toil and the hearts that 

yearn. 
Remember, and soon return ! 
To prosper with peace and skill 
Our hands in the works of pleasure, beauty and use. 
Return, and be for us still 
Our shield from the anger of Zeus. i^jjy 

And he, if he raise his arm in anger to smite thee. 
And think for the good thou hast done with pain to 

requite thee. 
Vengeance I heard thee tell. 
And the curse I take for my own, 



THE FIREGIVER 6^ 

That his place is prepared in hell. 

And a greater than he shall hurl him down from his 

throne. 
Down, down from his throne ! 
For the god who shall rule mankind from the deathless 

skies 
By mercy and truth shall be known, 
In love and peace shall arise. lyof 

For him, — if again I hear him thunder above, 

then, if I crouch or start, 

1 will press thy lovingkindness more to my heart. 
Remember the words of thy mouth rare and precious. 
Thy heart of hearts and gifts of divine love. 




EROS & PSYCHE 

A NARRATIVE POEM IN 
, TWELVE MEASURES 

THE STORY DONE IN- 
TO ENGLISH FROM THE 
LATIN OF APULEIUS 



^ 



Uanima semplicetta che sa nulla. 

DANTE 

O latest-horn, O loveliest vision far 
Of all Olymfus' faded hierarchy. 

KEATS 



EROS CS PSYCHE 

FIRST QUARTER 
SPRING 

psyche's earthly parentage • WOR- 
SHIPPED BY MEN • & PERSECUTED BY 
APHRODITE • SHE IS LOVED & CARRIED 
OFF BY EROS 



^ 



EROS ^ PSYCHE 
I MARCH I 

I 

TN midmost length of hundred-citied Crete, 
The land that cradl'd Zeus, of old renown. 
Where grave Demeter nurseried her wheat. 
And Minos fashion'd law, ere he went down 
To judge the quaking hordes of Hell's domain, 
There dwelt a King on the Omphalian plain 
Eastward of Ida, in a little town. 



Three daughters had this King, of whom my tale 
Time hath preserved, that loveth to despise 
The wealth which men misdeem of much avail. 
Their glories for themselves that they devise • 
For clerkly is he, old hard-featured Time, 
And poets' fabl'd song, and lovers' rhyme 
He storeth on his shelves to please his eyes. 



76 EROS ^ PSYCHE 

3 
These three princesses all were fairest fair ^ 
And of the elder twain 'tis truth to say 
That if they stood not high above compare. 
Yet in their prime they bore the palm away ; 
Outwards of loveliness • but Nature's mood. 
Gracious to make, had grudgingly endued 
And marr'd by gifting ill the beauteous clay. 

And being in honour they were well content 
To feed on lovers' looks and courtly smiles. 
To hang their necks with jewel'd ornament. 
And gold, that vanity in vain beguiles. 
And live in gaze, and take their praise for due, 
To be the fairest maidens then to view 
Within the shores of Greece and all her isles. 

But of that youngest one, the third princess. 
There is no likeness j since she was as far 
From pictured beauty as is ugliness. 
Though on the side where heavenly wonders are, 
Ideals out of being and above. 
Which music worshipeth, but if love love, 
'Tis, as the poet saith, to love a star. 



MARCH 77 

6 

Her vision rather drave from passion's heart 
What earthly soil it had afore possest ; 
Since to man's purer unsubstantial part 
The brightness of her presence was addrest : 
And such as mock'd at God, when once they saw 
Her heavenly glance, were humbl'd, and in awe 
Of things unseen, return'd to praise the Best. 

7 
And so before her, wheresoe'er she went. 
Hushing the crowd a thrilling whisper ran. 
And silent heads were reverently bent ; 
Till from the people the belief began 
That Love's own mother had come down on earth. 
Sweet Cytherea, or of mortal birth 
A greater Goddess was vouchsaf't to man. 

8 
Then Aphrodite's statue in its place 
Stood without worshippers ; if Cretans pray'd 
For beauty or for children, love or grace. 
The prayer and vow were ofFer'd to the maid j 
Unto the maid their hymns of praise were sung. 
Their victims bled for her, for her they hung 
Garland and golden gift, and none forbade. 



78 EROS ^ PSYCHE 

9 
And thence opinion spread beyond the shores, 
From isle to isle the wonder flew, it came 
Across the ^gaean on a thousand oars, 
Athens and Smyrna caught the virgin's fame j 
And East or West, where'er the tale had been. 
The adoration of the foam-born queen 
Fell to neglect, and men forgot her name. 

10 

No longer to high Paphos now 'twas sail'd j 
The fragrant altar by the Graces served 
At Cnidus was forsaken j pilgrims fail'd 
The rocky island to her name reserved. 
Proud Ephyra, and Meropis renown'd ; 
'Twas all for Crete her votaries were bound. 
And to the Cretan maid her worship swerved. 

II 

Which when in heaven great Aphrodite saw, 
Who is the breather of the year's bright mom. 
Fount of desire and beauty without flaw, 
Herself the life that doth the world adorn 3 
Seeing that without her generative might 
Nothing can spring upon the shores of light. 
Nor any bud of joy or love be born j 



MARCH 75» 

She, wtien she saw the insult, did not hide 

Her indignation, that a mortal frail 

With her eterne divinity had vied. 

Her fair Hellenic empire to assail. 

For which she had fled the doom of Ninus old. 

And left her wanton images unsoul'd 

In Babylon and Zidon soon to faU. 

I? 

' Not long,' she cried, ' shall that poor girl of Crete 

God it in my despite j for I will bring 

Such mischief on the sickly counterfeit 

As soon shall cure her tribe of worshipping : 

Her beauty will I mock with loathed lust. 

Bow down her dainty spirit to the dust. 

And leave her long alive to feel the sting." 

14- 

With that she calls to her her comely boy. 
The limber scion of the God of War, 
The fruit adulterous, which for man's annoy 
To that fierce partner Cytherea bore, 
Eros, the ever young, who only grew 
In mischief, and was Cupid named anew 
In westering aflertime of latin lore. 



8o EROS £^ PSYCHE 

If 

What the first dawn of manhood is, the Hour 
When beauty, from its fleshy bud unpent. 
Flaunts like the corol of a summer flower. 
As if all life were for that ornament. 
Such Eros seemed in years, a trifler gay. 
The prodigal of an immortal day 
For ever spending, and yet never spent. 

16 

His skin is brilliant with the nimble flood 
Of ichor, that comes dancing from his heart. 
Lively as fire, and redder than the blood. 
And maketh in his eyes small flashes dart. 
And curleth his hair golden, and distilleth 
Honey on his tongue, and all his body fiUeth 
With wanton lightsomeness in every part. 

17 
Naked he goeth, but with sprightly wings 
Red, iridescent, are his shoulders fledged. 
A bow his weapon, which he deftly strings. 
And little arrows barb'd and keenly edged ; 
And these he shooteth true ; but else the youth 
For all his seeming recketh naught of truth. 
But most deceiveth where he most is pledged. 



MARCH 8i 

i8 
'Tis he that maketh in men's heart a strife 
Between remorsefiil reason and desire, 
Till with life lost they lose the love of life, 
And by their own hands wretchedly expire ; 
Or slain in bloody rivalries they miss 
Even the short embracement of their bliss. 
His smile of fury and his kiss of fire. 

I? 

He makes the strong man weak, the weak man wild ■ 
Ruins great business and purpose high j 
Brings down the wise to folly reconciled. 
And inartial captains on their knees to sigh : 
He changeth dynasties, and on the head 
Of duteous heroes, who for honour bled, 
Smircheth.the laurel that can never die. 

20 
Him then she cali'd, and gravely kissing told 
The great dishonour to her godhead done ; 
And how, if he from that in heaven would hold. 
On earth he must maintain it as her son ; 
The rather that his weapons were most fit. 
As was his skill ordain'd to champion it j 
And flattering thus his ready zeal she won. 



Sz EROS e? PSYCHE 

ai 
Whereon she quickly led him down on earth. 
And show'd him psyche, thus the maid was named; 
Whom when she show'd, but could not hide her 

worth. 
She grew with envy tenfold more enflamed. 
' But if,' she cried, ' thou smite her as I bid,. 
Soon shall our glory of this affront be rid. 
And she and all her likes for ever shamed. 

' Make her to love the loathliest, basest wretch, 

Defbrm'd in body, and of moonstruck mind, 

A hideous brute and vicious, born to fetch 

Anger from dogs and cursing from the blind. 

And let her passion for the monster be 

As shameless and detestable as he 

Is most extreme and vile of humankind.' 

Which said, when he agreed, she spake no more, 
.But left him to his task, and took her way 
Beside the ripples of the shell-strewn shore. 
The southward stretching margin of a bay. 
Whose sandy curves she pass'd, and taking stand 
Upon its taper horn of furthest land, 
Lookt left and right to rise and set of day. 



MARCH 83 

Fair was the sight j for now, though full an hour 

The sun had sunk, she saw the evening light 

In shifting colour to the zenith tower, 

And grow more gorgeous ever and more bright. 

Bathed in the warm and comfortable glow, 

The fair delighted queen forgot her woe. 

And watch'd the unwonted pageant of the night. 

Broad and low down, where late the sun had been, 

A wealth of orange-gold was thickly shed. 

Fading above into a field of green. 

Like apples ere they ripen into red j 

Then to the height a variable hue 

Of rose and pink and crimson freak'd with blue, 

And olive-border'd clouds o'er lilac led. 

High in the opposed west the wondering moon 
All silvery green in flying green was fleec't ; 
And round the blazing South the splendour soon 
Caught all the heaven, and ran to North and East 5 
And Aphrodite knew the thing was wrought 
By cunning of Poseidon, and she thought 
She would go see with whom he kept his feast. 
t G i 



84 EROS & PSYCHE 

Swift to her wish came swimming on the waves 
His lovely ocean nymphs, her guides to be. 
The Nereids all, who live among the caves 
And valleys of the deep, Cymodoce, 
Agave, blue-eyed Hallia and Nessea, 
Speio, and Thoe, Glauce and Actsea, 
laira, Melite and Amphinome, 

i8 

Apseudes and Nemertes, Callianassa, 
Cymothoe, Thaleia, Limnorrhea, 
Clymene, laneira and lanassa, 
Doris and Panope and Galatea, 
Dynamene, Dexamene and Maira, 
Ferusa, Doto, Proto, Callianeira, 
Amphithoe, Oreithuia and Amathea. 

And after them sad Melicertes drave 
His chariot, that with swift unfeUied wheel. 
By his two dolphins drawn along the wave. 
Flew as they plunged, yet did not dip nor reel. 
But like a plough that shears the heavy land 
Stood on the flood, and back on either hand 
O'erturn'd the briny furrow with its keel. 



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Behind came Tritons, that their conches blew, 

Greenbearded, tail'd like fish, all sleek and stark j 

And hippocampi tamed, a bristly crew. 

The browzers of old Proteus' weedy park. 

Whose chiefer Mermen brought a shell for boat. 

And balancing its hollow fan afloat, 

Push'd it to shore and bade the queen embark : 

And then the goddess stept upon the shell 
Which took her weight j and others threw a train 
Of soft silk o'er her, that unfurl'd to swell 
In sails, at breath of flying Zephyrs twain j 
And all her way with foam in laughter strewn. 
With stir of music and of conches blown. 
Was Aphrodite launched upon the main. 



^^"WP" 



I APRIL I 



"DUT fairest Psyche still in fevour rose, 

Nor knew the jealous power against her sworn ; 
And more her beauty now surpass't her foe's, 
Since 'twas transfigured by the spirit forlorn, 
That writeth, to the perfecting of grace, 
Immortal question in a mortal face, 
The vague desire whereunto man is born. 



Already in good time her sisters both. 

Whose honest charms were never femed as hers, 

With princes of the isle had plighted troth, 

And gone to rule their foreign courtiers • 

But she, exalted evermore beyond 

Their loveliness, made yet no lover fond. 

And gain'd but number to her worshippers. 



APRIL 87 

3 

To joy in others' joy had been her lot. 

And now that that was gone she wept to see 

How her transcendent beauty overshot 

The common aim of all felicity. 

For love she sigh'd ; and had some peasant rude 

For true love's sake in simple passion woo'd, 

Then Psyche had not scorn'd his wife to be. 

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For what is Beauty, if it doth not fire 
The loving answer of an eager soul ? 
Since 'tis the native food of man's desire, 
And doth to good our varying world control ; 
Which, when it was not, was for Beauty's sake 
Desired and made by Love, who still doth make 
A beauteous path thereon to Beauty's goal. 

Should all men by some hateful venom die. 
The pity were that o'er the unpeopl'd sphere 
The sun would still bedeck the evening sky 
And the unimaginable hues appear. 
With none to mark the rose and gold and green 5 
That Spring should walk the earth, and nothing 

seen 
Of her fresh delicacy year by year. 



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6 

And if some beauteous things, — whose heavenly 

worth 
And function overpass our mortal sense, — 
Lie waste and unregarded on the earth 
By reason of our gross intelligence. 
These are not vain, because in nature's scheme 
It lives that we shall grow from dream to dream 
In time to gather an enchantment thence. 

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Even as we see the fairest works of men 
Awhile neglected, and the makers die ; 
But Truth comes weeping to their graves, and then 
Their fames victoriously mounting high 
Do battle with the 'regnant names of eld, 
To win their seats j as when the Gods rebel'd 
Against their sires and drave them from the sky. 

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But to be praised for beauty and denied 
The meed of beauty, this was yet unknown : 
The best and bravest men have ever vied 
To win the fairest women for their own. 

Thus Psyche spake, or reasoned in her mind. 
Disconsolate j and with self-pity pinedj 
In the deserted halls wandering alone. 



APRIL 89 

9 

And grieved grew the King to see her woe : 
And blaming first the gods for her disease. 
He purposed to their oracle to go 
To question how he might their wrath appease. 
Or, if that might not be, the worst to hear, — 
Which is the last poor hope of them that fear. — 
So he took his ship upon the northern seas, 

10 

And journeying to the shrine of Delphi went, 

The temple of Apollo Pythian, 

Where when the god he questioned if 'twas meant 

That Psyche should be wed, and to what man, 

The tripod shook, and o'er the vaporous well 

The chanting Pythoness gave oracle. 

And thus in priestly verse the sentence ran : 

II 
Htgi> on the topmost rock "with funeral feast 
Convey and leave the maid^ nor look to find 
A mortal husband, hut a savage beast. 
The viperous scourge of gods and humankind; 
Who shames and vexes ally and as he flies 
With siuord and fire^ Zeus trembles in the skies, 
And groans arise from souls to hell consigj^d. 



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With which reply the King return'd full sad : 
■ For though he nothing more might understand. 
Yet in the bitter bidding that he had 
No man made question of the plain command, 
That he must sacrifice the tender flower 
Of his own blood to a demonian power, 
Upon the rocky mount with his own hand. 

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Some said that she to Talos was devote. 
The metal giant, who with mile-long stride 
Cover'd the isle, walking around by rote 
Thrice every day at his appointed tide ■ 
Who shepherded the sea-goats on the coast, 
And, as he past, caught up and live would roast, 
Pressing them to his burning ribs and side : 

14 
Whose head was made of fine gold-beaten work, 
Of silver pure his arms and gleaming chest. 
Thence of green-b'oomed bronze far as the fork, 
Of iron weather-rusted all the rest. 
One single vein he had, which running down 
From head to foot was open in his crown, 
And closed by a nail j such was this pest. 



APRIL c,r 

A little while they spent in sad delay, 
Then order'd, as the oracle had said, 
The cold feast and funereal display 
Wherewith the fated bridal should be sped : 
And their black pageantry and vain despairing 
When Psyche saw, and for herself preparing 
The hopeless ceremonial of the dead, 

16 

Then spake she to the King and said ' O Sire, 
Why wilt thou veil those venerable eyes 
With piteous tears, which must of me require 
More tears again than for myself arise ? 
Then, on the day my beauty first o'erstept 
Its mortal place it had been well to have wept ; 
But now the fault beyond our ruing lies. 

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' As to be worshiped was my whole undoing. 
So my submission must the forfeit pay : 
And welcome were the morning of my wooing, 
Tho' after it should dawn no other day. 
Up to the mountain ! for I hear the voice 
Of my beloved on the winds. Rejoice ^ 
Arise J my love^ my fair one^ and come away ! ' 



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With such distemper'd speech, that Httle cheer'd 
Her mourning house, she went to choose with care 
The raiment for her day of wedlock weird. 
Her body as for burial to prepare j 
But laved with bridal water, from the stream 
Where Hera bathed j for still her fate supreme 
Was doubtful, whether Love or Death it were : 

Love that is made of joy, and Death of fear : 
Nay, but not these held Psyche in suspense ■ 
Hers was the hope that following by the bier 
Boweth its head beneath the dark immense : 
Her fear the dread of life that turns to hide 
Its tragic tears, what hour the happy bride 
Ventures for love her maiden innocence. 

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They set on high upon the bridal wain 
Her bed for bier, and yet no corpse thereon • 
But like as when unto a warrior slain 
And not brought home the ceremonies done 
Are empty, for afar his body brave 
Lies lost, deep buried by the wandering wave. 
Or 'neath the foes his fiiry fell upon,— 



APRIL 95 

So was her hearse : and with it went afore. 
Singing the solemn dirge that moves to tears. 
The singers ; and behind, clad as for war. 
The King uncrown'd among his mournful peers. 
All 'neath their armour robed in linen white j 
And in their left were shields, and in their right 
Torches they bore aloft instead of spears. 

And next the virgin tribe in white forth sail'd. 
With wreaths of dittany • and ""midst them there 
Went Psyche, all in lily-whiteness veil'd. 
The white Quince-blossom chapleting her hair : 
And last the common folk, a weeping crowd. 
Far as the city-gates with wailings loud 
FoUow'd the sad procession in despair. 

Thus forth and up the mount they went, until 
The funeral chariot must be left behind. 
Since road was none for steepness of the hill • 
And slowly by the narrow path they wind : 
AU afternoon their white and'scatter'd file 
ToU'd on distinct, ascending many a mile 
Over the long brown slopes and crags unkind. 



9+ EROS ^ PSYCHE 

But ere unto the snowy peak they came 

Of that stormshapen pyramid so high, 

'Twas evening, and with footsteps slow and lame 

They gather'd up their lagging company : 

And then her sire, even as Apollo bade. 

Set on the topmost rock the hapless maid. 

With trembling hands and melancholy cry. 

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And now the sun was sunk j only the peak 
Flash'd like a jewel in the deepening blue : 
And from the shade beneath none dared to speak. 
But all look'd up, where glorified anew 
Psyche sat islanded in living day. 
Breathless they watcht her, till the last red ray 
Fled from her lifted arm that waved adieu. 

There left they her, turning with sad farewells 
To haste their homeward course, as best they might : 
But night was crowding up the barren fells. 
And hid fiill soon their rocky path from sight j 
And each unto his stumbling foot to hold 
His torch was fain, for o'er the moon was roU'd 
A mighty cloud from heaven, to blot her light 



APRIL 95 

■2.1 

And thro' the darkness for long while was seen 
That armour'd train with waving fires to thread 
Downwards, by pass, defile, and black ravine, 
Each leading on the way that he was led. 
Slowly they gain'd the plain, and one by one 
Into the shadows of the woods were gone. 
Or in the clinging mists were quenched and fled. 

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But unto Psyche, pondering o'er her doom 
Iij tearful silence on her stony chair, 
A Zephyr straying out of heaven's wide room 
Rush'd down, and gathering round her unaware 
FiU'd with his breath her vesture and her veil • 
And like a ship, that crowding all her sail 
Leans to accompany the tranquil air, 

She yielded, and was borne with swimming brain 
And airy joy, along the mountain side. 
Till, hid from earth by ridging summits twain, 
They came upon a valley deep and wide j 
Where the strong Zephyr with his burden sank. 
And laid her down upon a grassy bank, 
'Mong thyme and violets and daisies pied. 



^6 EROS £^ PSYCHE 

And straight upon the touch of that sweet bed 
Both woe and wonder melted fast away : 
And sleep with gentle stress her sense o'erspread, 
Gathering as darkness doth on drooping day : 
And nestling to the ground, she slowly drew 
Her wearied limbs together, and, ere she knew, 
Wrapt in forgetfulness and slumber lay. 




MAY I 



A FTER long sleep when Psyche first awoke 
Among the grasses "neath the open sides. 
And heard the mounting larks, whose carol spoke 
Delighted invitation to arise. 
She lay as one who after many a league 
Hath slept oflF memory with his long fatigue. 
And waking knows not in what place he lies : 



Anon her quickening thought took up its task. 

And all came back as it had happ'd o'ernight ) 

The sad procession of the wedding mask. 

The melancholy toiling up the height. 

The solitary rock where she was left ; 

And thence in dark and airy waftage reft. 

How on the flowers she had been disburden'd light. 

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5»8 EROS & PSYCHE 

3 
Thereafter she would rise and see what place 
That voyage had its haven in, and found 
She stood upon a little hill, whose base 
Shelved off into the valley all around ; 
And all round that the steep cliffs rose away. 
Save on one side where to the break of day 
The widening dale withdrew in falling ground. 

4 
There, out from over sea, and scarce so high 
As she, the sun above his watery blaze 
Upbroke the grey dome of the morning sky. 
And struck the island with his level rays ; 
Sifting, his gold thro' lazy mists, that still 
Climb'd on the shadowy roots of every hill. 
And in the tree-tops breathed their sUvery haze. 

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At hand on either side there was a wood j 

And on the upward lawn, that sloped between. 

Not many paces back a temple stood. 

By even steps ascending from the green ; 

With shaft and pediment of marble made. 

It fill'd the passage of the rising glade. 

And there withstay'd the sun in dazzling sheen. 



MAY 



99 



6 

Too fair for human art, so Psyche thought. 

It might the fancy of some god rejoice 5 

Like to those halls which lame Hephaestos wrought, 

Original, for each god to his choice, 

In high Olympus j where his matchless lyre 

Apollo wakes, and the responsive choir 

Of Muses sing alternate with sweet voice. 

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Wondering she drew anigh, and in a while 
Went up the steps as she would entrance win. 
And faced her shadow 'neath the peristyle 
Upon the golden gate, whose flanges twin — 
As there she stood, irresolute at heart 
To try — swung to her of themselves apart j 
Whereat she past between and stood within. 



8 

A foursquare court it was with marble floor' d, 
Embay'd about with pillar'd porticoes. 
That echo'd in a somnolent accord 
The music of a fountain, which arose 
Sparkling in air, and splashing in its tank j 
Whose wanton babble, as it swell'd or sank. 
Gave idle voice to silence and repose. 
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loo EROS (Si PSYCHE 

9 

Thro' doors beneath the further colonnade. 
Like a deep cup's reflected glooms of gold, 
The inner rooms glow'd with inviting shade : 
And, standing in the court, she might behold 
Cedar, and silk, and silver ;. and that all 
The pargeting of ceiling and of waU 
Was fresco'd o'er with figures manifold. 

ID 

Then making bold to go within, she heard 
Murmur of gentle welcome in her ear • 
And seeing none that coud have spoken word. 
She waited : when again Sails, ^"^^to ntax ; 
lEntct t was cried j and now more voices came 
From all the air around calling her name. 
And bidding her rejoice and have no fear. 

II 

And one, if she would rest, would show her bed, 
Pillow'd for sleep, with fragrant Knen fine j 
One, were she hungry, had a table spread 
Like as the high gods have it when they dine : 
Or, would she bathe, were those would heat the bath j 
The joyous cries contending in her path, 
i^SgcJc, they said, miat tuilt tjou ? all (g tjine, 



MAY loi 

iz 

Then Psyche would have thank'd their service true, 
But that she fear'd her echoing words might scare 
Those sightless tongues j and well by dream she 

knew 
The voices of the messengers of prayer, 
Which fly upon the gods' commandment, when 
They answer the supreme desires of men. 
Or for a while in pity hush their care. 

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'Twas fancy's consummation, and because 
She would do joy no curious despite. 
She made no wonder how the wonder was ■ 
Only concern'd to take her fiill delight. 
So to the bath, — what luxury could be 
Better enhanced by eyeless ministry ? — 
She follows with the voices that invite. 

There being deliciously refresht, from soil 
Of earth made pure by water, fire, and air. 
They clad her in soft robes of Asian toil. 
Scented, that in her queenly wardrobe were j 
And led her forth to dine, and all around 
Sang as they served, the while a choral sound 
Of strings unseen and reeds the burden bare. 



Io^ EROS ^ PSYCHE 

15: 
P athetic strains and passionate they wove, 
U rgent in ecstasies of heavenly sense 5 
R esponsive rivalries, that, while they strove, 
C ombined in full harmonious suspense, 
E ntrancing wild desire, then fell at last 
L uli'd in soft closes, and with gay contrast 
L aunch'd forth their fresh unwearied excellence. 

16 

Now Psyche, when her twofold feast was o'er, 
Would feed her eye j and choosing for her guide 
A low-voiced singer, bade her come explore 
The wondrous house 5 until on every side 
As surfeited with beauty, and seeing nought 
But what was rich and fair beyond her thought. 
And all her own, thus to the voice she cried : 

' Am I indeed a goddess, or is this 

But to be dead j and through the gates of death 

Passing unwittingly doth man not miss 

Body nor memory nor living breath • 

Nor by demerits of his deeds is cast. 

But, paid with the desire he holdeth fast. 

Is holp with all his heart imagineth ? ' 



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18 

But her for all reply the wandering tongue 

Call'd to the chamber where her bed was laid, 

With flower'd broideries of linen hung : 

And round the walls in painting were portray'd 

Love's victories over the gods renown'd. 

Ares and Aphrodite here lay bound 

In the fine net that dark Hephaestus made : 

Here Zeus, in likeness of a tawny bull, 
Stoop'd on the Cretan shore his mighty knee. 
While off his back Europa beautiful 
Stept pale against the blue Carpathian sea ; 
And here Apollo, as he caught amazed 
Daphne, for lo ! her hands shot forth upraised 
In leaves, her teet were rooted like a tree : 

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Here Dionysos, springing from his car 
At sight of Ariadne ; here uplept 
Adonis to the chase, breaking the bar 
Of Aphrodite's arm for love who wept : 
He spear in hand, with leashed dogs at strain j 
A marvellous work. But Psyche soon grown fain 
Of rest, betook her to her bed and slept. 



I04 EROS ef PSYCHE 

' Nor long had slept, when at a sudden stir 

She woke ; and one, that thro' the dark made way. 
Drew near, and stood beside ; and over her 
The curtain rustl'd. Trembling now she lay. 
Fainting with terror : till upon her face 
A kiss, and with two gentle arms' embrace, 
A voice that call'd her name in loving play. 

1,1, 
Though for the darkness she coud nothing see. 
She wish'd not then for what the night denied : 
This was the lover she had lack'd, and she. 
Loving his loving, was his willing bride. 
O'erjoy'd she slept again, o'erjoy'd awoke 
At break of morn upon her love to look ^ 
When lo ! his empty place lay by her side. 

So all that day she spent in company 

Of the soft voices j and ®i rigjfet, they said, 

ilit tj^ou out Hatis n<>^* ^< l^^PPilS 

Ej^S btttal mottoiD i&s tjbs inbKVXi 0pctl. 

But she but long'd for night, if that might bring 

Her lover back j and he on secret wing 

Came with the dark, and in the darkness fled. 



MAY lof 

24. 
And this was all her life 5 for every night 
He came, and though his name she never learn'd, 
Nor was his image yielded to her sight 
At morn or eve, she neither look'd nor yearn'd 
Beyond her happiness : and custom brought 
An ease to pleasure 5 nor would Psyche's thought 
Have ever to her earthly home return'd, 

if 
But that one night he said ' Psyche, my soul, 
Sad danger threatens us : thy sisters twain 
Come to the mountain top, whence I thee stole. 
And thou wilt hear their voices thence complain. 
Answer them not : for it must end our love 
If they should hear or spy thee from above/ 
And Psyche said ' Their cry shall be in vain.' 

But being again alone, she thought 'twas hard 
On her own blood ; and blamed her joy as thief 
Of theirs, her comfort which their comfort barr'd j 
When she their care might be their care's relief. 
All day she brooded on her father's woe. 
And when at night her lover kisst her, lo ! 
Her tender face was wet with tears of grief. 



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V 
Tlien question'd why she wept, she all confest ; 
And begg'd of him she might but once go nigh 
To set her sire's and sisters' fears at rest ; 
Till he for pity coud not but comply : 
' Only if they should ask thee of thy love 
Discover nothing to their ears above.' 
And Psyche said ' In vain shall be their cry.' 

And yet with day no sooner was alone. 
Than she for loneliness her promise rued : 
That having so much pleasure for her own, 
'Twas all unshared and spent in solitude. 
And when at night her love flew to his place, 
More than afore she shamed his fond embrace, 
And piteously with tears her plaint renew'd. 

The more he now denied, the more she wept • 
Nor would in anywise be comforted. 
Unless her sisters, on the Zephyr swept. 
Should in those halls be one day bathed and ted. 
And see themselves the palace where she reign'd. 
And he by force of tears at last constrain'd, 
Granted her wish unwilUngly, and said : 



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30 
' Much to our peril hast thou won thy will ; 
Thy sisters' love, seeing thee honour'd so, 
Will sour to envy, and with jealous skill 
Will pry to learn the thing that none may know. 
Answer not, nor inquire ; for know that I 
The day thou seest my face far hence shall fly. 
And thou anew to bitterest fate must go.' 

But Psyche said, ' Thy love is more than life ; 

To have thee leaveth nothing to be won : 

For should the noonday prove me to be wife 

Even of the beauteous Eros, who is son 

Of Cypris, I coud never love thee more.' 

Whereat he fondly kisst her o'er and o'er. 

And peace was 'twixt them till the night was done. 



EROS & PSYCHE 

SECOND QIJARTER 
SUMMER 

psyche's sisters ■ SNARING HER TO DES- 
TRUCTION . ARE THEMSELVES DESTROYED 



^ JUNE I 



A ND truly need there was to the old King 
For consolation : since the mournful day 
Of Psyche's fate he took no comforting. 
But only for a speedy death would pray ; 
And on his head his hair grew silver-white. 
— Such on life's topmost bough is sorrow's blight. 
When the stout heart is cankering to decay. 

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Which when his daughters learnt, they both were 

quick 
Comfort and solace to their sire to lend. 
But as not seldom they who nurse the sick 
Will take the malady from them they tend. 
So happ'd it now j for they who fail'd to cheer 
Grew sad themselves, and in that palace drear 
Increased the evil that they came to mend. 



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3 
And them the uahappy father sent to seek 
Where Psyche had been left, if they might find 
What monster held her on the savage peak j 
Or if she there had died of hunger pined. 
And, by wild eagles stript, her scatter'd bones 
Might still be gather'd from the barren stones ; 
Or if her fate had left no trace behind. 

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So just upon this time her sisters both 
Climb'd on the cliff that hung o'er Psyche's vale ^ 
And finding there no sign, to leave were loth 
Ere well assured she lurk'd not within haU. 
So calling loud her name, ' Psyche ! ' they cried, 
' Psyche, O Psyche ! ' and when none replied 
They sank upon the rocks to weep and wail. 

But Psyche heard their voices where she sat. 
And summoning the Zephyr bade him fleet 
Those mourners down unto the grassy plat 
'Midst of her garden, where she had her seat. 
Then from the dizzy steep the wondering pair 
Came swiftly sinking on his buoyant air. 
And stood upon the terrace at her feet. 



JUNE iij 

6 

Upsprang she then, and kiss'd them and embraced. 
And said ' Lo, here am I, I whom ye mourn. 
I am not dead, nor tortured, nor disgraced. 
But blest above all days since I was born : 
Wherefore be glad. Enter my home and see 
How little cause has been to grieve for me. 
And my desertion on the rocks forlorn.' 

7 
So entering by the golden gate, or e'er 
The marvel of their hither flight had waned. 
Fresh wonder took them now, for everywhere 
Their eyes that lit on beauty were enchain'd ; 
And Psyche's airy service, as she bade, 
Perform'd its magic office, and display'd 
The riches of the palace where she reign'd. 

8 

And through the perfumed chambers they were led. 
And bathed therein ; and after, set to sup. 
Were upon dreamlike delicacies fed, 
And wine more precious than its golden cup. 
Till seeing nothing lack'd and naught was theirs. 
Their happiness fell from them unawares. 
And bitter envy in their hearts sprang up. 
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9 

At last one said ' Psyche, since not alone 

Thou livest here in joy, as well we wot. 

Who is the man who should these wonders own. 

Or god, I say, and stiU appeareth not ? 

What is his name ? What rank and guise hath he, 

Whom winds and spirits serve, who honoureth thee 

Above aU others in thy blissful lot ? ' 

lo 

But Psyche when that wistful speech she heard 
Was ware of all her spouse had warn'd her of: 
And uttering a disingenuous word. 
Said ' A youth yet unbearded is my love ; 
He goeth hunting on the plains to-day. 
And with his dogs hath wander'd far away j 
And not till eve can he return above/ 

II 

Then fearing to be nearer plied, she rose 

And brought her richest jewels one by one. 

Bidding them choose and take whate'er they chose ; 

And beckoning the Zephyr spake anon 

That he should waft her sisters to the peak ; 

The which he did, and, ere they more coud speak, 

They rose on high, and in the wind were gone. 



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Nor till again they came upon the road, 
Which from the mountain shoulder o'er the plain 
Led to the city of their sire's abode, 
Found they their tongues, though fuU of high disdain 
Their hearts were, but kept silence, till the strength 
Of pride and envious hatred burst at length 
In voice, and thus the elder gan complain : 

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' Cruel and unjust fortune ! that of three 
Sisters, whose being from one fountain well'd. 
Exalts the last so high from her degree. 
And leaves the first to be so far excel'd. 
My husband is a poor and niggard churl 
To him, whoe'er he be, that loves the girl. 
Oh ! in what godlike state her house is held ! ' 

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' Ay,' said the other, ' to a gouty loon 
Am I not wedded ? Lo ! thy hurt is mine : 
But never call me woman more, if soon 
I cannot lure her from her height divine. 
Nay, she shall need her cunning wit to save 
The wealth of which so grudgingly she gave ; 
Wherefore thy hand and heart with me combine. 
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ii6 EROS ^ PSYCHE 

« She but received us out of pride, to show 
Her state, well deeming that her happiness 
Was little worth while there was none to know j 
So is our lot uninjured if none guess. 
Reveal we nothing therefore, but the while 
Together scheme this wanton to beguile. 
And bring her boasting godhead to distress.' 

So fresh disordering their dress and hair, 
With loud lament they to their sire return. 
Telling they found not Psyche anywhere. 
And of her sure mischance could nothing learn : 
And with that lie the wounded man they slew. 
Hiding the saving truth which well they knew j 
Nor did his piteous grief their heart concern. 

Meanwhile her unknown lover did not cease 
To warn poor Psyche how her sisters plan'd 
To undermine her love and joy and peace ; 
And urged how well she might their wiles withstand. 
By keeping them from her delight aloof: 
For better is security than proof. 
And malice held afar than near at hand. 



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' And, dearest wife,' he said, ' since 'tis not long 
Ere one will come to share thy secrecy. 
And be thy babe and mine j let nothing wrong 
The happy months of thy maternity. 
F thou keep trust, then shalt thou see thy child 
A god ; but if to pry thou be beguiled. 
The lot of both is death and misery.' 

Then Psyche's simple heart was fill'd with joy. 
And counting to herself the months and days, 
Look'd for the time, when she should bear a boy 
To be her growing stay and godlike praise. 
And ' O be sure,' she said, ' be sure, my pride 
Having so rich a promise cannot slide. 
Even if my love coud fail which thee obeys.' 

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And so most happily her life went by. 
In thoughts of love dear to her new estate^ 
Until at length the evil day drew nigh. 
When now her sisters, joined in jealous hate. 
Set forth again, and plotted by the way 
How they might best allure her to betray 
Her secret • with what lie their angle bait. 



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That night her husband spake to her, and said 
' Psyche, thy sisters come : and when they climb 
The peak they will not tarry to be sped 
Down by the Zephyr, as that other time. 
But winging to the wind will cast themselves 
Out in the air, and on the rocky shelves 
Be dasht, and pay the penalty of crime. 

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' So let it be, and so shall we be saved.' 
Which meditated vengeance of his fear 
When Psyche heard, now for their life she craved. 
Whose mere distress erewhile had toucht her near. 
Around her lover's neck her arms she threw, 
And pleaded for them by her faith so true. 
Although they went on doom in judgment clear. 

In terror of bloodguiltiness she now 
Forgot all other danger ; she adjured j 
Or using playfiilness deep sobs would plow 
Her soft entreaties, not to be endured : 
Till he at last was fain once more to grant 
The service of the Zephyr, to enchant 
That wicked couple from their fate assured. 



JUNE lie, 

So ere 'twas noon were noises at the door 

Of knocking loud and voices high in glee ^ 

Such as within that vale never before 

Had been, and now seemed most unmeet to be. 

And Psyche blush' d, though being alone, and rose 

To meet her sisters and herself unclose 

The gate that made them of her palace free. 

Fondly she kiss'd them, and with kindly cheer 

Sought to amuse j and they with outward smile 

O'ermask'd their hate, and called her sweet and dear, 

Finding aflfection easy to beguile : 

And all was smooth, until at last one said 

' Tell us, I pray, to whom 'tis thou art wed ; 

'Mong gods or men, what is his rank and style ? 

' Thou canst not think to hide the truth from us. 

Who knew thy peevish sorrows when a maid, 

And see thee now so glad and rapturous. 

As changed from what thou wert as Ught from shade • 

Thy jewels, too, the palace of a king. 

Nor least the serviceable spiriting. 

By everything thy secret is betray'd : 



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'And yet thou talkest of thy wondrous man 
No more than if his face thou didst not know.' 
At which incontinently she began. 
Forgetful of her word a month ago. 
Answering ' A merchant rich, of middle age. 
My husband is ; and o'er his features sage 
His temples are already touch'd with snow. 

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' But 'gainst his wish since hither ye were brought 
'Twere best depart.' Then her accustom'd spell 
Sped them upon the summit quick as thought ; 
And being alone her doing pleased her well : 
So was she vext to find her love at night 
More sad than ever, of her sisters' spite 
Speaking as one that coud the end foretell. 

' And ere long,' said he, ' they will spy again : 
Let them be dash'd upon the rocks and die 5 
'Tis they must come to death or thou to pain. 
To separation. Psyche, thou and I ; 
Nay, and our babe to ill. I therefore crave 
Thou wilt not even once more these vipers save. 
Nor to thy love his only boon deny.' 



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But Psyche would not think her sisters' crime 
So gross and strange, nor coud her danger see ; 
Since 'twere so easy, if at any time 
They show'd the venom of their hearts, that she 
Should fan them oiFupon the willing gust. 
So she refused, and claiming truer trust. 
Would in no wise unto their death agree. 




I JULY I 



'TTT'HAT think you, sister :' thus one envious 

fiend 
To other spake upon their homeward route, 
' What of the story that our wit hath glean'd 
Of this mysterious lover, who can shoot 
In thirty days from beardless youth to prime, 
With wisdom in his face before his time, 
And snowy locks upon his head to boot ? ' 



' Ay,' said the other, ' true, she lied not well j 
And thence I gather knows no more than we : 
For surely 'tis a spirit insensible 
To whom she is wedded, one she cannot see. 
'Tis that I fear • for if 'tis so, her child 
Will be a god, and she a goddess styled. 
Which, though I die to let it, shall not be. 



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' Lament we thus no longer. Come, consult 
What may be done.' And home they came at night, 
Yet not to rest, but of their plots occult 
Sat whispering on their beds 5 and ere 'twas light 
Resolving on the deed coud not defer ; 
But roused the sleeping house with sudden stir. 
And sallied forth alone to work their spite. 

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And with the noon were climb'd upon the peak. 
And swam down on the Zephyr as before • 
But now with piercing cry and dolefiil shriek 
They force their entrance through the golden door. 
Feigning the urgency of bitter truth j 
Such as deforms a friendly face with ruth. 
When kindness may not hide ill tidings more. 

Then Psyche when she heard their waUM din. 
And saw their countenances wan and worn 
With travel, vigU, and disfiguring sin. 
Their hair dishevel'd and their habits torn. 
For trembling scarce could ask what ill had hapt j 
And they alert with joy to see her trapt, 
Launch'd forth amain, and on their drift were borne. 



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' O Psyche, happiest certainly and blest 

Up to this hour,' they said, ' thou surely wert. 

Being of thy fearful peril unpossest ^ 

Which now we would not tell but to avert. 

But we in solemn truth thy spouse have found 

To be the dragon of this mountain ground. 

Who holds thee here to work thy shame and hurt. 

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' As yesternight we rode upon the wind 
He issued to pursue us from the wood ; 
We saw his back, that through the tree-tops finn'd. 
His fiery eyes glared from their wrinkl'd hood. 
Lo, now betimes the oracle, which said 
How to the savage beast thou shouldst be wed. 
Is plainly for thy safety understood. 

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* Long time hath he been known to all that dwell 
Upon the plain ■ but now his secret lair 
Have we discover'd, which none else coud tell : 
Though many women feUen in his snare 
Hath he enchanted j who, tradition saith. 
Taste love awhile, ere to their cruel death 
They pass in turn upon the summits bare. 



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* Fly with us while thou mayst : no more delay j 
Renounce the spells of this accursed vale. 
We come to save thee, but we dare not stay j 
Among these sightless spirits our senses quail. 
Fly with us, fly ! ' Then Psyche, for her soul 
Was soft and simpk, lost her self-control. 
And, thinking only of the horrid tale, 

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' Dear sisters,' said she, and her sobbing speech 
Was broken by her terror, * it is true 
That much hath hapt to stablish what ye teach j 
For ne'er hath it been granted me to view . 
My husband ; and, for aught I know, he may 
Be even that cruel dragon, which ye say 
Peer'd at you from the forest to pursue. 

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' 'Tis sure that scarcely can I win his grace 
To see you here j and still he mischief vows 
If ever I should ask to see his face. 
Which, coming in the dark, he ne'er allows. 
Therefore, if ye can help, of pity show. 
Since doubt I must, how I may come to know 
What kind of spirit it is that is my spouse.' 



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Then to her cue the younger was afore : 
' Hide thou a razor,' cried she, ' near thy bed j 
And have a lamp prepared, but whelm thereo'er 
Some cover, that no light be from it shed. 
And when securely in first sleep he lies. 
Look on him well, and ere he can arise. 
Gashing his throat, cut off his hideous head.' 

Which both persuading, off they flew content, 
Divining that whate'er she was forbid 
Was by her lover for her safety meant. 
Which only coud be sure while he was hid. 

But Psyche, to that miserable deed 
Being now already in her mind agreed, 
Wander'd alone, and knew not what she did. 

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Now she would trust her lover, now in turn 
Made question of his bidding as unjust j 
But thirsting curiosity to learn 
His secret overcame her simple trust, 
O'ercame her spoken troth, overcame her fear ; 
And she prepared, as now the hour drew near, 
The mean contrivances, nor felt disgust. 



JULY 117 

She set the lamp beneath a chair, and cloked 
Thickly its rebel lustre from the eye : 
And laid the knife, to mortal keenness stroked. 
Within her reach, where she was wont to lie : 
And took her place full early j but her heart 
Beat fast, and stay'd her breath with sudden start. 
Feeling her lover's arm laid fond thereby. 

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But when at last he slept, then she arose. 

All faint and tremulous : and though it be 

That wrong betrayeth innocence with shews 

Of novelty, its guilt from shame to free. 

Yet 'twas for shame her hand so strangely shook 

That held the steel, and from the cloke that took 

The lamp, and raised it o'er the bed to see. 

She had some fear she might not well discern 
By that small flame a monster in the gloom ; 
When lo ! the air about her seem'd to burn. 
And bright celestial radiance fill'd the room. 
Too plainly O she saw, O fair to see ! 
Eros, 'twas Eros' self, her lover, he. 
The God of love, reveal'd in deathless bloom. 



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Her fainting strength forsook her j on her knees 
Down by the bed she sank j the shameless knife 
Fell flashing, and her heart took thought to seize 
Its desperate haft, and end her wicked life. 
Yet coud she not her loving eyes withdraw 
From her fair sleeping lover, whom she saw 
Only to know she was no more his wife. 

O treasure of all treasures, late her own ! 
O loss above all losses, lost for aye ! 
Since there was no repentance coud atone 
For her dishonour, nor her fate withstay. 
But yet 'twas joy to have her love in sight j 
And, to the rapture yielding while she might. 
She gazed upon his body where he lay. 

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Above all mortal beauty, as was hers. 
She saw a rival j but if passion's heart 
Be rightly read by subtle questioners. 
It owns a wanton and a gentler part. 
And Psyche wonder'd, noting every sign 
By which the immortal God, her spouse divine, 
Betray'd the image of our earthly art j 



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His thickly curling hair, his ruddy cheeks. 

And pouting lips, his soft and dimpl'd chin. 

The full and cushion'd eye, that idly speaks 

Of self-content and vanity within. 

The forward, froward ear, and smooth to touch 

His body sleek, but rounded overmuch 

For dignity of mind and pride akin. 

She noted that the small irradiant wings. 
That from his shoulders lay along at rest. 
Were yet disturb'd with airy quiverings. 
As if some wakeful spirit his blood possest j 
She feared he was awaking, but they kept 
Their sweet commotion still, and still he slept. 
And still she gazed with never-tiring zest. 

And now the colour of her pride and joy 
Outflush'd the hue of Eros ; she, so cold. 
To have fired the passion of the heartless boy. 
Whom none in heaven or earth were found to hold! 
Psyche, the earthborn, to be prized above 
The heavenly Graces by the God of love. 
And worshipt by his wantonness untold ! 



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Nay, for that very thing she loved him more. 
More than herself her sweet self's complement : 
Until the sight of him again upbore 
Her courage, and renew'd her vigour spent. 
And looking now around, she first espied 
Where at the bed's foot, cast in haste aside. 
Lay his full quiver, and his bow unbent. 

One of those darts, of which she had heard so oft. 
She took to try if 'twas so very keen ; 
And held its point against her finger soft 
So gently, that to touch it scarce was seen ; 
Yet was she sharply prickt, and felt the fire 
Run through her veins ; and now a strange desire 
Troubl'd her heart, which ne'er before had been : 

Straight sprang she to her lover on the bed. 
And kisst his cheek, and was not satisfied : 
When, O the lamp, held ill-balanced o'erhead, 
One drop of burning oil spill'd from its side 
On Eros' naked shoulder as he slept. 
Who waken'd by the sudden smart uplept 
Upon the floor, and all the mischief eyed. 



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With nervous speed he seized his bow, $nd past 
Out of the guilty chamber at a bound j 
But Psyche, following his flight as fast. 
Caught him, and crying threw her arms around : 
Till coming to the court he rose in air j 
And she, close clinging in her last despair. 
Was dragg'd, and then lost hold and fell to ground. 

Wailing she fell ; but he, upon the roof 
Staying his feet, awhile his flight delay'd : 
And turning to her as he stood aloof 
Beside a cypress, whose profoundest shade 
Drank the reflections of the dreamy night 
In its stiff pinnacle, the nimble light 
Of million stars upon his body play'd : 

' O simple-hearted Psyche,' thus he spake. 
And she upraised her piteous eyes and hands, 
' O simple-hearted Psyche, for thy sake 
I dared to break my mother's stern commands j 
And gave thee godlike marriage in the place 
Of vilest shame 5 and, not to hurt thy grace. 
Spared thee my arrows, which no heart withstands. 
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* But thou, for doubt I was some evil beast. 
Hast mock'd the warnings of my love, to spy 
Upon my secret, which concern'd thee least. 
Seeing that thy joy was never touch'd thereby. 
By faithless prying thou hast work'd thy fall. 
And, even as I foretold- thee, losest all 
For looking on thy happiness too nigh : 

' Which loss may be thine ample punishment. 
But to those fiends, by whom thou wert misled. 
Go tell each one in turn that I have sent 
This message, that I love her in thy stead j 
And bid them by their love haste hither soon.' 
Whereat he fledj and Psyche in a swoon 
Fell back upon the marble floor as deadw 



I AUGUST 



"VI/'HEN from the lowest ebbing of her blood 

The fluttering pulses thrill'd and swell'd 
again. 
Her stricken heart recovering force to flood 
With life the sunken conduits of her brain, 
Then Psyche, where she had fallen, numb and cold 
Arose, but scarce her quaking sense control'd. 
Seeing the couch where she that night had lain. 



The level sunbeams search'd the grassy ground 
For diamond dewdrops. Ah ! was this the place ? 
Where was the court, her home? she look'd around 
And question'd with her memory for a space. 
There was the cypress, there the well-known wood. 
That wall'd the spot : 'twas here her palace stood. 
As surely as 'twas vanish'd without trace. 



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Was all a dream ? To think that all was dreamt 
Were now the happier thought 5 but arguing o'er 
That dream it was, she fell from her attempt. 
Feeling the wifely burden that she bore. 
Nay, true, 'twas true. She had had all and lost ; 
The joy, the recldess wrong, the heavy cost 
Were hers, the dead end now, and woe in store. 

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What to be done ? Fainting and shelterless 
Upon the mountain it were death to bide : 
And harbour knew she none, where her distress 
Might comfort find, or love's dishonour hide ; 
Nor felt she any dread like that of home : 
Yet forth she must, albeit to rove and roam 
An outcast o'er the country far and wide. 

Anon she marvel'd noting from the vale 

A path lead downward to the plain below. 

Crossing the very site, whereon the pale 

Of all her joy had stood few hours ago j 

A run of mountain beasts, that keep their track 

Through generations, and for ages back 

Had trod the self-same footing to and fro. 



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That would she try : so forth she took her way, 
Turning her face from the dishonour'd dell, 
Adown the broadening eastward lawns, which lay 
In gentle slant, tUI suddenly they fell 
In sheer cliff ; whence the path that went around, 
Clomb by the bluffs, or e'er it downward wound 
Beneath that precipice impassable. 

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There once she turn'd, and gazing up the slope 
She bid the scene of all her joy adieu ; 
* Ay, and farewell,' she cried, ' farewell to hope. 
Since there is none will rescue me anew. 
Who have kill'd God's perfection with a doubt.' 
Which said, she took the path that led about. 
And hid the upland pleasance from her view. 

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But soon it left her, entering 'neath the shade 
Of cedar old and russeted tall pine. 
Whose mighty tops, seen from the thorny glade. 
Belted the hihs about j and now no sign 
Had she to guide her, save the slow descent.' 
But swiftly o'er the springy floor she went. 
And drew the odorous air Hke draughts of wine. 



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Then next she past a forest thick and dark 
With heavy ilexes and platanes high. 
And came to long lush grass • and now coud mark 
By many a token that the plain was nigh. 
When lo ! a river : to whose brink at last 
Being come, upon the bank her limbs she cast. 
And through her sad tears watch'd the stream go by. 

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And now the thought came o'er her that in death 

There was a cure for sorrow, that before 

Her eyes ran Lethe, she might take one breath 

Of water and be freed for evermore. 

Leaning to look into her tomb, thereon 

She saw the horror of her image wan. 

And up she rose at height to leap from shore. 

II 

When suddenly a mighty voice, that fell 
With fury on her ears, their sense to scare. 
That bounding from the tree trunks like the yell 
Of hundred brazen trumpets, cried ' Forbear ! 
Forbear, fond maid, that froward step to take. 
For life can cure the ills that love may make j 
But for the harm of death is no repair.' 



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Then looking up she saw an uncouth form 
Perch'd on the further bank, whose parted lips 
VoUey'd their friendly warning in a storm : 
A man he might have been, but for the tips 
Of horns appearing from his shaggy head. 
For o'er his matted beard his face was red. 
And all his shape was manlike to the hips. 

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In forehead low, keen eye, and nostril flat 

He bore the human grace in mean degree. 

But, set beneath his body squat and fat. 

Legs like a goat's, and from the hairy knee 

The shank fell spare; and, though crosswise he put 

His limbs in easeful posture, for the foot 

The beast's divided hoof was plain to see. 

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Him then she knew the mighty choric God, 
The great hill-haunting and tree-loving Pan ; 
Whom Zeus had laught to see when first he trod 
Olympus, neither god nor beast nor man : 
Who every rocky peak and snowy crest 
Of the Aspran mountains for his own possest. 
And all their alps with bacchic rout o'erran : 



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Whom, when his pipe he plays on loud and sweet. 
And o'er the fitted reeds his moist lip flees. 
Around in measured step with nimble feet 
Water-nymphs dance and Hamadryades : 
And all the woodland's airy folk, who shun 
Man's presence, to his frolic pastime run 
From their perennial wells and sacred trees. 

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Now on his knee his pipe laid by, he spoke 
With flippant tongue, wounding unwittingly 
The heart he sought to cheer with jest and joke. 
' And what hast thou to do with misery,' 
He said, ' who hast such beauty as might gain 
The love of Eros ? Cast away thy pain. 
And give thy soul to mirth and jollity. 

' Thy mortal life is but a brittle vase. 
But as thee list with wine or tears to fill ; 
For all the drops therein are Ohs and Ahs 
Of joy or grief according to thy will j 
And wouldst thou learn of me my merry way, 
I'd teach thee change thy lover every day. 
And prize the cup that thou wert fain to spUl. 



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' Nay, if thou plunge thou shalt not drown nor sink, 
For I will to thee o'er the stream afloat, 
And bear thee safe ; and O I know a drink 
For care, that makes sweet music in the throat. 
Come live with me, my love ; I'll cure thy chance : 
For I can laugh and quafl^ and pipe and dance. 
Swim like a fish, and caper like a goat.' 

Spealcing, his brute divinity explored 
The secretof her silence; and old Pan 
Grew kind and told her of a shallow ford 
Where lower down the stream o'er pebbles ran, 
And one might pass at ease with ankles dry : 
Whither she went, and crossing o'er thereby, 
Her lonely wanderings through the isle began. 

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But none could tell, no, nor herself had told 
Where food she found, or shelter through the land 
By day or night ; until by fate control'd 
She came by steep ways to the southern strand, 
Where, sacred to the Twins and Britomart, 
Pent in its rocky theatre apart, 
A little town stood on the level sand. 



HO EROS (^ PSYCHE 

'Twas where her younger sister's husband reign'd : 
And Psyche to the palace gate drew near. 
Helplessly still by Eros' hest constrain'd. 
And knocking begg'd to see her sister dear j 
But when in state stepp'd down that haughty queen, 
And saw the wan face spent with tears and teen. 
She smiled, and said 'Psyche, what dost thou here?' 

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, Then^Psyche told how, having well employ'd 
Their means, and done their bidding not amiss. 
Looking on him her hand would have destroy'd, 
'Twas Eros ; whom in love leaning to kiss. 
Even as she kisst, a drop of burning oil 
Fall'n from the lamp had served her scheme to foil. 
Discovering her in vision of her bliss j 

Wherewith the god stung, like a startled bird 

Arose in air, and she fell back in swoon j 

' But ere he parted,' said she, ' he confer'd 

On thee the irrecoverable boon 

By prying lost to me : Go tell^ he said. 

Thy sister that I love her in thy stead , 

And bid her hy her love haste hither soon.' 



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Which when that heart of malice heard, it took 
The jealous fancy of her silly lust : 
And pitilessly with triumphant look 
She drank the flattery, and gave full trust j 
And leaving Psyche ere she more could tell. 
Ran off to bid her spouse for aye farewell. 
And in his ear this ready lie she thrust : 

' My dearest sister Psyche, she whose fate 
We mourn'd, hath reappeared alive and hale. 
But brings sad news j my father dies : full late 
These tidings come, but love may yet avail ; 
Let me be gone.' And stealing blind consent. 
Forth on that well-remember'd road she went. 
And climb'd upon the peak above the dale. 

There on the topmost rock, where Psyche first 
Had by her weeping sire been left to die. 
She stood a moment, in her hope accurst 
Being happy ; and the cliils took up her cry 
With chuckling mockery from her tongue above, 
Zep&yr, s-weet Zephyr , -waft me to my love ! 
When off she lept upon his wings to fly. 



141 EROS ^ PSYCHE 

But as a dead stone, from a height let fall. 

Silent and straight is gather'd by the force 

Of earth's vast mass upon its weight so small. 

In speed increasing as it nears its source 

Of motion — by which law all things so'er 

Are clutcVd and dragg'd and held — so fell she there. 

Like a dead stone, down in her headlong course. 

The disregardful silence heard her strike 
Upon the solid crags j her dismal shriek 
Rang on the rocks and died out laughter-like 
Along the vale in hurried trebles weak • 
And soon upon her, from their skiey haunt 
Fell to their feast the great birds bald and gaunt. 
And gorged on her fair flesh with bloody beak. 

But Psyche, when her sister was gone forth. 
Went out again her wandering Way to take : 
And following a stream that led her north. 
After some days she pass'd the Corian Lake, 
Whereby Athena's temple stands, and he 
Who traverses the isle from sea to sea 
May by the plain his shortest journey make : 



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Till on the northern coast arrived she came 
Upon a city built about a port. 
The which she knew, soon as she heard the name, 
Was where her elder sister had her court 5 
To whom, as Eros had commanded her. 
She now in turn became the messenger 
Of vengeful punishment, that fell not short : 

For she too hearing gan her heart exalt. 
Nor pity felt for Psyche's tears and moans. 
But, fellow'd with that other in her fault. 
Followed her to her fate upon the stones ; 
And from the peak leaping like her below 
The self-same way unto the self-same woe. 
Lay dasht to death upon her sister's bones. 




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THIRD QUARTER 
AUTUMN 

psyche's wanderings 



I SEPTEMBER | 



/AN the Hellenic board of Crete's fair isle. 

Westward of Drepanon, along a reach 
Which massy Cyamum for many a mile 
Jutting to sea delivers from the breach 
Of North and East, — returning to embay 
The favour'd shore — an ancient city lay, 
Aptera, which is Wingless in our speech. 



And hence the name j that here in rocky cove, 
Thence called Museion, was the trial waged 
What day the Sirens with the Muses strove. 
By jealous Hera in that war engaged : 
Wherein the daughters of Mnemosyn^ 
O'ercame the chauntresses who vex'd the sea. 
Nor vengeance spared them by their pride enraged. 
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For those strange creatures, who with women's 

words 

And wiles made ravenous prey of passers-by. 

Were throated with the liquid pipe of birds : 

Of love they sang ; and none, who saU'd anigh 

Through the grey hazes of the cyanine sea. 

Had wit the whirlpool of that song to flee. 

Nor fear'd the talon hook'd and feather'd thigh. 

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But them the singers of the gods o'ercame. 
And pluck'd them of their plumage, where in fright 
They vainly flutter'd off to hide their shame. 
Upon two rocks that lie within the bight. 
Under the headland, barren and alone ; 
Which, being with the scatter'd feathers strewn. 
Were, by the folk named LeukiK, which is White. 

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Thereon about this time the snowy gull. 
Minion of Aphrodite, being come. 
Plumed himself, standing on the sea-wrack dull. 
That drifted from the foot of Cyamum ; 
And 'twas his thought, that had the goddess learnt 
The tale of Psyche loved and Eros burnt. 
She ne'er so long had kept aloof and dumb. 



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Wherefore that duteous gossip of Love's queen 
Devised that he the messenger would be 5 
And rising from the rock, he skim'd between 
The chasing waves — such grace have none but he j — 
Into the middle deep then down he dived. 
And rowing with his glistening wings arrived 
At Aphrodite's bower beneath the sea. 

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The eddies from his silver pinions swirl'd 
The crimson, green, and yellow floss, that grew 
About the caves, and at his passing curi'd 
Its graceful silk, and gently waved anew : 
Till, oaring here and there, the queen he found 
Stray'd from her haunt unto a sandy ground, 
Dappl'd with eye-rings in the sunlight blue. 

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She, as he came upon her from above. 
With Hora play'd j Hora, her herald fair. 
That lays the soft necessity of Love 
On maidens' eyelids, and with tender care 
Marketh the hour, as in all works is fit : 
And happy they in love who time outwit, 
Fondly constrained in her season rare. 



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But he with garrulous and laughing tongue 
Broke up his news ; how Eros, fallen sick. 
Lay tossing on his bed, to frenzy stung 
By such a burn as did but barely prick : 
A little bleb, no bigger than a pease. 
Upon his shoulder 'twas, that kill'd his ease, 
Fever'd his heart, and made his breathing thick. 

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' For which disaster hath he not been seen 

This many a day at all in any place : 

And thou, dear mistress,' piped he, ' hast not been 

Thyself amongst us now a dreary space : 

The pining mortals suffer from a dearth 

Of love J and for this sadness of the earth 

Thy family is darken'd with disgrace. 

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* Now on the secret paths of dale and wood. 
Where lovers walk'd are lovers none to find : 
And friends, besworn to equal brotherhood. 
Forget their faith, and part with words unkind : 
In the first moon thy honey bond is loath'd : 
And I could tell even of the new-betroth'd 
That fly o'ersea, and leave their loves behind. 



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' Summer is over, but the merry pipe, 
That wont to cheer the harvesting, is mute : 
And in the vineyards, where the grape is ripe. 
No voice is heard of them that take the fruit- 
No workman singeth at eve nor maiden danceth : 
All joy is dead, and as the year advanceth 
The signs of woe increase on man and brute. 

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' 'Tis plain that if thy pleasure longer pause. 
Thy mighty rule on earth hath seen its day : 
The race must come to perish, and no cause 
But that thou sittest with thy nymphs at play, 
While on a Cretan hill thy truant boy 
Hath with his pretty mistress turn'd to toy. 
And less for pain than love pineth away.' 

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' Ha ! Mistress ! ' cried she ; 'Hath my beardless son 
Been hunting for himself his lovely game ? 
Some young Orestiad hath his fancy won ? 
Some Naiad ? say 5 or is a Grace his flame ? 
Or maybe Muse, and then 'tis Erato, 
The trifling wanton. Tell me, if thou know. 
Woman or goddess is she ? and her name.' 



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Then said the snowy gull, ' O heavenly queen, 

What is my knowledge, who am but a bird ? 

Yet is she only mortal, as I ween. 

And named Psyche, if I rightly heard.'-^ 

But Aphrodite's look daunted his cheer, 

Ascare he fled away, screaming in fear. 

To see what wrath his simple tale had stirr'd. 

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He flasht his pens, and sweeping widely round 
Tower'd to air • so swift in all his way. 
That whence he dived he there again was found 
As soon as if he had but dipt for prey : 
And now, or e'er he join'd his wailful flock. 
Once more he stood upon the Sirens' rock. 
And preen'd his ruffl'd quills for fresh display. 

But as ill tidings will their truth assure 
Without more witness than their fatal sense. 
So, since was nothing bitterer to endure. 
The injured goddess guess'd the full offence : 
And doubted only whether first to smite 
Or Psyche for her new presumptuous flight, 
Or Eros for his disobedience. 



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But full of anger to her son she went. 
And found him in his golden chamber laid ; 
And with him sweet Euphrosyne, attent 
Upon his murmur'd wants, aye as he bade 
Shifted the pillows with each fretful whim ; 
But scornfully his mother look'd at him. 
And reckless of his pain gan thus upbraid : 

' O worthy deeds, I say, and true to blood. 

The crown and pledge of promise ! thou that wast 

In estimation my perpetual bud, 

Now fruiting thus untimely to my cost ; 

Backsliding from commandment, ay, and worse. 

With bliss to favour one I bade thee curse. 

And save the life I left with thee for lost ! 

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' Thou too to burn with love, and love of her 
Whom I did hate j and to thy bed to take 
My rival, that my trusted ofEcer 
Might of mine enemy my daughter make ! 
Dost thou then think my love for thee so fond. 
And miserably doting, that the bond 
By such dishonour strained will not break ? 



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' Or that I cannot bear another son 

As good as thou ; or, if I choose not bear. 

Not beg as good a lusty boy of one 

Of all my nymphs, — and some have boys, to spare, — 

Whom I might train, to whom thine arms made o'er 

Should do me kinder service than before, 

To smite my foes and keep my honour fair ? 

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' For thou hast ever mockt me, and beguUed 
In amours strange my God, thy valiant sire : 
And having smirch'd our fame while yet a child 
Wilt further foul it now with earthly fire. 
But I — do as thou may — have vow'd to kill 
Thy fancied girl, whether thou love her still. 
Or of her silly charms already tire. 

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'TeU me but where she hides.' And Eros now, 
Proud in his woe, boasted his happy theft : 
Confessing he had loved her well, and how 
By her own doing she was lost and left ; 
And homeless in such sorrow as outwent 
The utmost pain of other punishment. 
Was wandering of his love and favour reft. 



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By which was Cypris gladden'd, not appeased. 
But hid her joy and spake no more her threat : 
And left with face Hke one that much displeased 
Hath yet betray'd that he can wrong forget. 

When lo ! as swiftly she came stepping down 
From her fair house into the heavenly town 
The Kronian sisters on the way she met ; 

Hera, the Wife of Zeus, her placid front 
Dark with the shadow of his troubl'd reign. 
And tail Demeter, who with men once wont. 
Holding the high Olympians in disdain 
For Persephassa's rape j which now forgiven. 
She had return'd unto the courts of Heaven, 
And 'mong the immortals liv'd at peace again : 

Whose smile told Aphrodite that they knew 

The meaning of her visit ; and a flush 

Of anger answer'd them, while hot she grew. 

But Hera laugh'd outright : ' Why thou dost blush ! 

Now see we modest manners on my life ! 

And aU thy little son has got a wife 

Can make the crimson to thy forehead rush. 



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' Didst think he, whom thou madest passion's prince. 
No privy dart then for himself would poise ? 
Nay, by the cuckoo on my sceptre, since 
'Twas love that made thee mother of his joys, 
Art thou the foremost to his favour bound ; 
As thou shouldst be the last to think to sound 
The heart, and least of all thy wanton boy's,' 

But her Demeter, on whose stalwart arm 

She lean'd, took up : * F thou wilt hark to me. 

This Psyche,' said she, ' hath the heavenly charm. 

And will become immortal. And maybe 

To marry with a woman is as well 

As wed a god and live below in Hell : 

As 'twas my lot in child of mine to see.' 

Which things they both said, fearing in their hearts 
That savage Eros, if they mockt his case. 
Would kill their peace with his revengeful darts. 
And bring them haply to a worse disgrace : 
But Aphrodite, saying ' Good ! my dames ; 
Behind this smoke I see the spite that flames,' 
Left them, and on her journey went apace. 



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For having purposed she would hold no truce 
With Psyche or her son, 'twas in her mind 
To go forthwith unto the throne of Zeus, 
And beg that Hermes might be sent to find 
The wanderer • and secure that in such quest 
He would not fail, she ponder'd but how best 
She might inflict her vengeance long-design'd. 



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■LTEAVY meanwhile at heart, with bruised feet 

Was Psyche wandering many nights and days 
Upon the paths of hundred-citied Crete, 
And chose to step the most deserted ways j 
Being least unhappy when she went unseen j 
Since else her secret sorrow had no screen 
From the plain question of men's idle gaze. 



Yet wheresoe'er she went one hope she had ; 
Like mortal mourners, who 'gainst reason strong 
Hope to be unexpectedly made glad 
With sight of their dead friends, so much they long j 
So she for him, whom loss a thousandfold 
Endear'd and made desired • nor could she hold 
He would not turn and quite forgive her wrong. 



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Wherefore her eager eyes in every place 

Lookt for her lover j and 'twixt hope and fear 

She followed oft afar some form of grace. 

In pain aUke to lose or venture near. 

And still this thought cheer'd her fatigue, that he. 

Or on some hill, or by some brook or tree. 

But waited for her coming to appear. 

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And then for comfort many an old love-crost 
And doleful ditty would she gently sing, 
Writ by sad poets of a lover lost. 
Now sounding sweeter for her sorrowing : 
Echo^ siueet Echo^ 'watching uf on high. 
Say hast thou seen to-day my love go iy, 
Or where thou sittest by thy mossy spring? 

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Or say ye nymphs^ that from the crystal rills ^ 
When ye have bathed your limbs from mom till eve^ 
Flying at midnight to the bare-topt hills^ 
"Beneath the stars your mazy dances "weave ^ 
Say, my deserter whom ye well may know 
By his small wings , his quiver, and his bow. 
Say, have ye seen my love, whose loss I grieve? 



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Till clixnb'd one evening on a rocky steep 
Above the plain of Cisamos, that lay, 
Robb'd of its golden harvest, in the deep 
Mountainous shadows of the dying day. 
She saw a temple, whose tall columns fair 
Recall'd her home 5 and ' O if thou be there. 
My love,' she cried, ' fly not again away.' 

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Swiftly she ran, and entering by the door 
She stood alone within an empty fane 
Of great Demeter : and, behold, the floor 
Was litter'd with thank-offerings of grain. 
With wheat and barley-sheaves together heapt 
In holy harvest-home of them that reapt 
The goddess' plenteous gifts upon the plain 5 



And on the tithe the tackle of the tithe 
Thrown by in such confusion, as are laid 
Upon the swath sickle, and hook, and scythe, 
When midday drives the reapers to the shade. 
And Psyche, since had come no priestess there 
To trim the temple, in her pious care 
Forgat herself, and lent her duteous aid. 



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She drew the offerings from the midst aside. 
And piled the sheaves at every pillar's base j 
And sweeping therebetween a passage wide, 
Made clear of corn and chafF the temple space : 
As countrymen who bring their wheat to mart. 
Set out their show along the walls apart 
By their allotted stations, each in place j 

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Thus she, and felt no weariness, — such strength 

Hath duty to support our feeble frame, — 

Till all was set in order, and at length 

Up to the threshold of the shrine she came : 

When lo ! before her face with friendly smile. 

Tall as a pillar of the peristyle. 

The goddess stood reveal'd, and call'd her name. 

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'Unhappy Psyche,' said she, 'knoVst thou not 

How Aphrodite to thy hurt is sworn ? 

And thou, thy peril and her wrath forgot, 

Spendcst thy thought my temple to adorn. 

Take better heed ! ' — And Psyche, at the voice 

Even of so little comfort, gan rejoice. 

And at her feet pour'd out this prayer forlorn. 

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' O Gracious giver of the golden grain, 

Hide me, I pray thee, from her wrath unkind j 

For who can pity as canst thou my pain. 

Who wert thyself a wanderer, vex'd in mind 

For loss of thy dear Core once, whenas, 

Ravisht to hell by fierce Agesilas, 

Thou soughtest her on earth and coudst not find. 

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' How coud thy feet bear thee to western night. 

And where swart Libyans watch the sacred tree. 

And thrice to ford o'er Achelous bright. 

And all the streams of beauteous Sicily ? 

And thrice to Enna cam'st thou, thrice, they tell, 

Satest athirst by Callichorus' well. 

Nor tookest of the spring to comfort thee. 

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' By that remember'd anguish of thine heart, 
Lady, have pity even on me, and show 
Where I may find my love ; and take my part 
For peace, I pray, against my cruel foe : 
Or if thou canst not from her anger shield. 
Here let me lie among the sheaves conceal'd 
Such time tiU forth I may in safety go.' 



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If 
Demeter answer'd, ' Nay, though thou constrain 
My favour with thy plea, my help must still 
Be hidden, else I work for thee in vain 
To thwart my mighty sister in her will. 
Thou must fly hence : Yet though I not oppose. 
Less will I aid her ; and if now I close 
My temple doors to thee, take it not ill.' 

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Then Psyche's hope founder'd j as when a ship, 
The morrow of the gale can hardly ride 
The swollen seas, fetching a deeper dip 
At every wave, and through her gaping side 
And o'er her shattered bulwark ever drinks. 
Till plunging in the watery wild she sinks. 
To scoop her grave beneath the crushing tide : 

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So with each word her broken spirit drank 
Its doom ; and overwhelmed with deep despair 
She turn'd away, and coming forth she sank 
Silently weeping on the temple stair, 
In midmost night, forspent with long turmoil : 
But sleep, the gracious pursuivant of toil, 
Came swiftly down, and nursed away her care. 
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And when the sun awaked her with his beams 
She found new hope, that still her sorrow's cure 
Lay with the gods, who in her morning dreams 
Had sent her comfort in a vision sure ; 
Wherein the Cretan-born, almightiest god. 
Cloud-gathering Zeus himself had seemM to nod, 
And bid her with good heart her woes endure. 

So coming that same day unto a shrine 
Of Hera, she took courage and went in : 
And like to one that to the cell divine 
For favour ventures or a suit to win. 
She drew anigh the altar, from her face 
Wiping the tears, ere to the heavenly grace. 
As thus she pray'd, she would her prayer begin. 

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' Most honour'd Lady, who from ancient doom 
Wert made heaven's wife, and art on earth besought 
With gracious happiness of all to whom 
Thy holy wedlock hath my burden brought. 
Save me from Aphrodite's fell pursuit. 
And guard unto the birth Love's hapless fruit. 
Which she for cruel spite would bring to nought. 



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' As once from her thou wert not shamed to take 
Her beauty's zone, thy beauty to enhance ; 
For which again Zeus loved thee, to forsake 
His warlike ire in faithful dalliance j 
Show me what means may win my Love to me. 
Or how that I may come, if so may be. 
Within the favour of his countenance. 

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' If there be any place for tears or prayer. 
If there be need for succour in distress. 
Now is the very hour of all despair. 
Here is the heart of grief and bitterness. 
Motherly pity, bend thy face and grant 
One beam of ruth to thy poor suppliant. 
Nor turn me from thine altar comfortless/ 

Even as she pray'd a cloud spread through the cell. 
And 'mid the wreathings of the vapour dim 
The goddess grew in glory visible. 
Like some barbaric queen in festal trim • 
Such the attire and ornaments she wore. 
When o'er the forged threshold of the floor 
Of Zeus's house she stept to visit him. 



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From either ear, ring'd to its pierced lobe 
A triple jewel hung, with gold enchas't j 
And o'er her breasts her wide ambrosial robe 
With many a shining golden clasp was brac't • 
The flowering on its smooth embroider'd lawn 
Gathered to colour where the zone was drawn 
In fringe of golden tassels at her waist. 

Her curling hair with plaited braid and brail. 
Pendant or loop'd about her head divine. 
Lay hidden half beneath a golden veil, 
Bright as the rippling ocean in sunshine : 
And on the ground, flashing whene'er she stept. 
Beneath her feet the dazzling lightnings lept 
From the gold network of her sandals fine. 

Thus Hera stood in royal guise bedeckt 
Before poor Psyche on the stair that knelt. 
Whose new-nursed hope at that display was checkt, 
And all her happier thoughts gan fade and melt. 
She saw no kindness in such haughty mien. 
And venturing not to look upon the queen, 
Bow'd down in woe to hear her sentence dealt. 



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And thus the goddess spake, ' In vain thou suest. 
Most miserable Psyche j though my heart 
Be full of hate for her whose hate thou ruest, 
And pride and pity move me to thy part : 
Yet not till Zeus make known his wiU, coud I, 
Least of the blameless gods that dwell on high. 
Assist thee, wert thou worthier than thou art. 

' But know if Eros love thee, that thy hopes 
Should rest on him • and I would bid thee go 
Where in his mother's house apart he mopes 
Grieving for loss of thee in secret woe : 
For should he take thee back, there is no power 
In earth or heaven will hurt thee from that hour. 
Nay, not if Zeus himself should piove thy foe.' 

Thus saying she was gone, and Psyche now 
Surprised by comfort rose and went her way. 
Resolved in heart, and only wondering how 
'Twas possible to come where Eros lay • 
Since that her feet, however she might roam. 
Could never travel to the heavenly home 
Of Love, beyond the bounds of mortal day : 



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Yet must she come to him. And now 'twas proved 
How that to Lovers, as is told in song. 
Seeking the way no place is far removed ; 
Nor is there any obstacle so strong. 
Nor bar so fix'd that it can hinder them : 
And how to reach heaven's gate by stratagem 
Vex'd not the venturous heart of Psyche long. 

To face her enemy might well avail : 
Wherefore to Cypris' shrine her steps she bent, 
Hoping the goddess in her hate might hale 
Her body to the skies for punishment, 
Whate'er to be ; yet now her fiercest wrath 
Seem'd happiest fortune, seeing 'twas the path 
Whereby alone unto her love she went. 



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"DUT Aphrodite to the house of Zeus 

Being bound, bade beckon out her milkwhite 
steeds. 
Four doves, that ready to her royal use 
In golden cages stood and peck'd the seeds : 
Best of the nimble air's high-sailing folk 
That wore with pride the marking of her yoke, 
And cooed in envy of her gentle needs. 



These drew in turn her chariot, when in state 
Along the heaven with all her train she fared 5 
And oft in journeying to the skiey gate 
Of Zeus's palace high their flight had dared. 
Which darkest vapour and thick glooms enshroud 
Above all else in the perpetual cloud, 
Wherethro' to mount again they stood prepared. 



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Sleeking their feathers, by her shining car j 

The same Hephsestos wrought for her, when he. 
Bruised in his hideous fall from heaven afar. 
Was nursed by Thetis, and Eurynome, 
The daughter of the ever-refluent main- 
With whom he dwelt tUl he grew sound again, 
Down in a hollow cave beside the sea : 

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And them for kindness done was prompt to serve, 
Forging them brooches rich in make and mode. 
Earrings, and supple chains of jointed curve. 
And other trinkets, while he there abode : 
And none of gods or men knew of his home. 
But they two only 5 and the salt sea-foam 
To and fro past his cavern ever flow'd. 

'Twas then he wrought this work within the cave, 
Emboss'd with rich design, a mooned -car j 
And when returned to heaven to Venus gave, 
In form imagined like her crescent star ; 
Which circling nearest earth, maketh at night . 
To wakeful mortal men shadow and light 
Alone of all the stars in heaven that are. 



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Two slender wheels it had, with fretted tires 
Of biting adamant, to take firm hold 
Of cloud or ether ; and their whirling fires 
Threw off the air in halo where they roU'd : 
And either nave that round the axle turn'd 
A ruby was, whose steady crimson burn'd 
Betwixt the twin speed-mingling fans of gold. 

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Thereon the naked goddess mounting, shook 
The reins j whereat the doves their wings out- 
spread. 
And rising high their flight to heaven they took : 
And all the birds, that in those courts were bred. 
Of her broad eaves the nested famUies, 
Sparrows and swallows, join'd their companies 
Awhile and twitter'd to her overhead. 

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But onward she with fading tracks of flame 
Sped swiftly, till she reacht her journey's end : 
And when within the house of Zeus she came, 
She pray'd the Sire of Heaven that he would lend 
Hermes, the Argus-slayer, for her hest j 
And he being granted her at her request. 
She went forthwith to seek him and to send. 



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Who happ'd within the palace then to wait 
Upon the almighty pleasure ; and her tale 
Was quickly told, and he made answer straight 
That he would find the truant without fail j 
Asking the goddess by what signs her slave 
Might best be known, and what the price she gave 
For capture, or admitted for the bail. 

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All which he took his silver stile to write 
In letters large upon a waxed board j 
Her age and name, her colour, face and height. 
Her home, and parentage, and the reward : 
And then read o'er as 'twas to be proclaim'd. 
And she took oath to give the price she named. 
Without demur, when Psyche was restored. 

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Then on his head he closely set his cap 
With eared wings erect, and o'er his knee 
He cross'd each foot in turn to prove the strap 
That bound his winged sandals, and shook free 
His chlamys, and gat up, and in his hand 
Taking his fair white-ribbon'd herald's wand, 
Lept forth on air, accoutred cap-a-pe. 



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And piloting along the mid-day sky. 

Held southward, till the narrow map of Crete 

Lay like a fleck in azure 'neath his eye ; 

When down he came, and as an eagle fleet 

Drops in some combe, then checks his headlong stoop 

With wide-flung wing, wheeEng in level swoop 

To strike the bleating quarry with his feet. 

Thus he alighted j and in every town 

In all the isle before the close of day 

Had cried the message, which he carried down. 

Of Psyche, Aphrodite's runaway ; 

That whosoever found the same and caught, 

And by such time unto her temple brought. 

To him the goddess would this guerdon pay : 

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Six honied kisses from her rosy mouth 
Would Cytherea give, and one beside 

To QUENCH AT HEART FOR AYE LOVE's MORTAL 
DROUTH : 

But UNTO him that hid her. Woe betide ! 
Which now was on all tongues, and Psyche's name 
Herself o'erheard, or ever nigh she came 
To Aphrodite's temple where she hied. 



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If 
When since she found her way to heaven was safe, 
She only wisht to make it soon and sure ; 
Nor fear'd to meet the goddess in her chafe. 
So she her self-surrender might secure. 
And not be given of other for the price ; 
Nor was there need of any artifice 
Her once resplendent beauty to obscure. 

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For now so changed she was by heavy woe, 
That for the little likeness that she bore 
To her description she was fear'd to go 
Within the fane ; and when she stood before 
The priestess, scarce coud she with oath persuade 
That she was Psyche, the renowned maid, . 
Whom men had left the temple to adore. 

But when to Hermes she was shown and given. 
He took no doubt, but eager to be quit. 
And proud of speed, returned with her to heaven. 
And left her with the proclamation writ. 
Hung at her neck, the board with letters large. 
At Aphrodite's gate with those in charge ; 
And up whence first he came made haste to flit. 



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But hapless Psyche fell, for so it chanced. 
To moody Synethea's care, the one 
Of Aphrodite's train whom she advanced 
To try the work abandoned by her son. 
Who by perpetual presence made ill end 
Of good or bad j though she coud both amend. 
And merit praise for work by her begun. 

But she to better thought her heart had shut. 
And proved she had a spite beyond compare : 
Nor coud the keenest taunts her anger glut. 
Which she when sour'd was never wont to spare : 
And now she mock'd at Psyche's shame and grief, 
As only she might do, and to her chief 
Along the courtyard dragg'd her by the hair. 

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Nor now was Aphrodite kinder grown : 
Having her hated rival in her power. 
She laught for joy, and in triumphant tone 
Bade her a merry welcome to her bower : 
' 'Tis fit indeed daughters-in-law should wait 
Upon their mothers ; but thou comest late. 
Psyche ; I lookt for thee before this hour. 



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' And yet,' thus gave she rein to jeer and gibe, 

' Forgive me if I held thee negligent. 

Or if accustom'd vanity ascribe 

An honour to myself that was not meant. 

Thy lover is it, who so dearly prized 

The pretty soul, then left her and despised ? 

To him more like thy heavenward steps were bent : 

' Nor without reason : Zeus, I tell thee, swoon'd 

To hear the story of the drop of oil. 

The revelation and the ghastly wound : 

My merriment is but my fear's recoil. 

But if my son was imkind, thou shalt see 

How kind a goddess can his mother be 

To bring thy tainted honour clear of soU.' 

And so, to match her promise with her mirth. 
Two of her ministers she call'd in ken. 
That work the melancholy of the earth j 
Merimna that with care perplexes, when 
The hearts of mortals have the gods forgot. 
And LYPfe, that her sorrow spares them not. 
When mortals have forgot their fellow men. 



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These, like twin sharks that in a fair ship's wake 
Swim constant, showing 'bove the water blue 
Their shearing fins, and hasty ravin make 
Of overthrow or offal, so these two 
On Aphrodite's passing follow hard j 
And now she offer'd to their glut's regard 
Sweet Psyche, with command their wont to do. 

But in what secret chamber their foul task 

These soul-tormentors plied, or what their skill. 

Pity of tender nature may not ask. 

Nor poet stain his rhyme with such an ill. 

But they at last themselves tum'd from their rack. 

Weary of cruelty, and led her back. 

Saying that further torture were to kUl. 

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Then when the goddess saw her, more she mockt, 
' Art thou the woman of the earth,' she said, 
' That hast in sorceries mine Eros lockt. 
And stood thyself for worship in my stead ? 
Looking that 1 should pity thee, or care 
For what illicit offspring thou mayst bear • 
Or let thee to that god my son be wed ? 
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' I know thy trick ; and thou art one of them 
Who steal love's favour in the gentle way, 
Wearing submission for a diadem. 
Patience and suffering for thy rich array : 
Thou wilt be modest, kind, implicit, so 
To rest thy wily spirit out of show 
That it may leap the livelier into play : 

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' Devout at doing nothing, if so be 
The grace become thee well j but active yet 
Above all others be there none to see 
Thy business, and thine eager face asweat. 
Lx) ! I will prove thy talent : thou mayst live. 
And all that thou desirest will I give. 
If thou perform the task which I shall set.' 

She took her then aside, and bade her heed ' 
A heap of grains piled high upon the floor. 
Millet and mustard, hemp and poppy seed. 
And fern-bloom's undistinguishable spore. 
All kinds of pulse, of grasses, and of spice. 
Clover and linseed, rape, and corn, and rice. 
Dodder, and sesame, and many more. 



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' Sort me these seeds ' she said ; ' it now is night, 
I will return at morning ; if I find 
That thou hast separated all aright, 
Each grain from other grain after its kind, 
And set them in unmingl'd heaps apart, 
Then shall thy wish be granted to thine heart.' 
Whereat she turn'd, and closed the door behind. 






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FOURTH QUARTER 
WINTER 

psyche's trials and reception 
into heaven 



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A SINGLE lamp there stood beside the heap. 

And shed thereon its mocking golden light ; 
Such as might tempt the weary eye to sleep 
Rather than prick the nerve of tasked sight. 
Yet Psyche, not to fail for lack of zeal, 
With good will sat her down to her ordeal. 
Sorting the larger seeds as best she might. 



When lo ! upon the wall, a shadow past 
Of doubtful shape, across the chamber dim 
Moving with speed : and seeing nought Jthat cast 
The shade, she bent her down the flame to trim j 
And there the beast itself, a Uttle ant, 
Climb'd up in compass of the lustre scant. 
Upon the bowl of oil ran round the rim. 



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Smiling to see the cf eature of her fear 

So dwarf'd by truth, she watcht him where he crept, 

For mere distraction telling in his ear 

What straits she then was in, and telling wept. 

Whereat he stood and trim'd his horns j but ere 

Her tale was done resumed his manner scare, 

Ran down, and on his way in darkness kept. 

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But she intent drew forth with deJrtrous hand 
The larger seeds, or push'd the smaller back. 
Or light from heavy with her breathing fan'd. 
When suddenly she saw the floor grow black. 
And troops of ants, flowing in noiseless train. 
Moved to the hill of seeds, as o'er a plain 
Armies approach a city for attack j 

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And gathering on the grain, began to strive 
With grappling horns : and each from out the heap 
His burden drew, and all their motion live 
Struggled and slid upon the surface steep. 
And Psyche wonder'd, watching them, to find 
The creatures separated kind from kind : 
Till dizzied with the sight she fell asleep. 



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And when she woke 'twas with the morning sound 
Of Aphrodite's anger at the door, 
Whom high amaze stay'd backward, as she found 
Her foe asleep with all her trouble o'er : 
And round the room beheld, in order due. 
The piles arranged distinct and sorted true. 
Grain with grain, seed with seed, and spore with 
spore. 

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She fiercely cried ' Thou shalt not thus escape j 
For to this marvel dar'st thou not pretend. 
There is but one that coud this order shape, 
Demeter, — but I knew her not thy friend. 
Therefore another trial will I set. 
In which she cannot aid thee nor abet. 
But thou thyself must bring it fair to end.' 

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Thereon she sped her to the bounds of Thrace, 
And set her by a river deep and wide. 
And said ' To east beyond this stream, a race 
Of golden-fleeced sheep at pasture bide. 
Go seek them out j and this thy task, to pull 
But one lock for me of their precious wool. 
And give it in my hands at eventide : 



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'This do and thou shalt have thy heart's desire.' 
Which said, she fled and left her by the stream: 
And Psyche then, with courage still entire 
Had plunged therein j but now of great esteem 
Her life she rated, while it lent a spell 
Wherein she yet might hope to quit her well. 
And in one winning aE her woes redeem. 

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There as she stood in doubt, a fluting voice 
Rose from the flood, ' Psyche, be not afraid 
To hear a reed give tongue, for 'twas of choice 
That I' from mortal flesh a plant was made. 
My name is Syrinx y once from mighty Pan 
Into the drowning river as I ran, 
A fearful prayer my steps for ever stay'd. 

' But by that change in many climes I live j 
And Pan, my lover, who to me alone 
Is true and does me honour, I forgive — 
Nor if I speak in sorrow is't my own : 
Rather for thee my voice I now uplift 
To warn thee plunge not in the river swift. 
Nor seek the golden sheep to men unknown. 



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' If thou should cross the stream, which may not be 
Thou coudst not climb upon the hanging rocks. 
Nor ever, as the goddess bade thee,, see 
The pasture of the yellow-fleeced flocks r 
Or if thou coud, their herded horns would gore 
And slay thee on the crags, or thrust thee o'er 
Ere thou coudst rob them of their golden locks. 

' The goddess means thy death. But I can show 

How thy obedience yet may thwart her will,. 

At noon the golden flocks descend below. 

Leaving the scented herbage of the hill. 

And where the shelving banks to shallows fall, 

Drink at the rippling water one and all. 

Nor back return till they have drawn their fill.. 

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' I will command a thornbush, that it stoop 
Over some ram that steppeth by in peace. 
And him in all its prickles firmly coop,. 
Making thee seizure of his golden fleece j 
So without peril of his angry horns 
Shalt thou be quit : for he upon the thorns 
Must leave his ransom ere he win release.' 



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I? 
Then Psyche thankt her for her kind befriending, 
And hid among the rushes looking east ; 
And when noon came she saw the flock descending 
Out of the hills ; and lo ! one golden beast 
Caught in a thornbush ^ and the mighty brute 
Struggled and tore it from its twisted root 
Into the stream, or e'er he was releas't. 

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And when they water'd were and gone, the breeze 
Floated the freighted thorn where Psyche lay : 
Whence she unhook'd the golden wool at ease. 
And back to heaven for passage swift gan pray. 
And Hermes, who was sent to be her guide 
Ifso she lived, came down at eventide. 
And bore her thither ere the close of day. 

But when the goddess saw the locks of gold 
Held to her hands, her heart with wrath o'erran : 
' Most desperate thou, and by abetting bold, 
That dost outwit me, prove thee as I can. 
Yet this work is not thine : there is but one 
Of all the gods who coud the thing have done. 
Hast thou a friend too in the lusty Pan ? 



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' I'll give thee trial where he cannot aid.' 

Which said, she led her to a torrid land. 
Level and black, but not with flood or shade. 
For nothing coud the mighty heat withstand. 
Which aye from morn tiU eve the naked sun 
Pour'd on that plain, where never foot had run, 
Nor any herb sprung on its molten sand. 

Far off a gloomy mountain rose alone : 

And Aphrodite, thither pointing, said 

' There lies thy task. Out of the topmost stone 

Of yonder hill upwells a fountain head. 

Take thou this goblet j brimming must thou bring 

Its cup with water from that sacred spring. 

If ever to my son thou wouldst be wed.' 

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Saying, she gave into her hands a bowl 
Cut of one crystal, open, broad and fair j 
And bade her at all hazard keep it whole. 
For heaven held nought beside so fine or rare. 
Then was she gone • and Psyche on the plain 
Now doubted if she ever should regain 
The love of Eros, strove she howsoe'er. 



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Yet as a helmsman, at the word to tack, 
Swiftly without a thought puts down his helm. 
So Psyche turn'd to tread that desert black. 
Since was no fear that coud her heart o'erwhelm ; 
Nor knew she that she went the fount to seek 
Of cold Cocytus, springing to the peak, 
Secretly from his source in Pluto's realm. 

AH night and day she journey'd, and at last 

Come to the rock gazed up in vain around : 

Nothing she saw but precipices vast 

O'er ruined scarps, with rugged ridges crown'd : 

And creeping to a cleft to rest in shade. 

Or e'er the desperate venture she assay'd. 

She fell asleep upon the stony ground. 

A dream came to her, thus : she stood alone 

Within her palace in the high ravine ; 

Where nought but she was changed, but she to stone. 

Worshippers throng'd the court, and still were seen 

Folk flying from the peak, who, ever more 

Flying and flying, lighted on the floor. 

Hail! cried they, wife of Eros , adored queen I 



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24. 
A hurtling of the battl'd air disturb'd 
Her sunken sense, and waked her eyes to meet 
The kingly bird of .Zeus, himself that curb'd 
His swooping course, alighting at her feet ; 
With motion gentle, his far-darting eye 
In kindness dim'd upon her, he drew nigh, 
And thus in words, unveil'd her foe's deceit : 

' In vain, poor Psyche, hast thou hither striven 
Across the fiery plain toiling so well j 
Cruelly to destruction art thou driven 
By her, whose hate thou canst not quit nor quell. 
No mortal foot may scale this horrid mount. 
And those black waters of its topmost fount 
Are guarded by the horned snakes of hell. 

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' Its little riU is an upleaping jet 
Of cold Cocytus, which for ever licks 
Earth's base, and when with Acheron 'tis met, 
Its waters with that other cannot mix. 
Which holds the elemental air dissolved j 
But with it in its ceaseless course revolved 
Issues unmingl'd in the lake of Styx. 



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' The souls of murderers, in guise of fish, 
Scream as they swim therein and wail for cold. 
Their times of woe determined by the wish 
Of them they murder'd on the earth of old : 
Whom each five years they see, whene'er they make 
Their passage to the Acherusian lake. 
And there release may win from pains condoled. 

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' For if the pitying ear of them they slew 

Be haply pierced by their voices spare. 

Then are they freed from pain j as are some few ; 

But, for the most, again they forward fare 

To Tartarus obscene, and outcast thence 

Are hurried back into the cold intense. 

And with new company their torments share. 

' Its biting lymph may not be touch'd of man 
Or god, unless the Fates have so ordain'd 3 
Nor coud I in thy favour break the ban. 
Nor pass the dragons that thereby are chain'd. 
Didst thou not bear the sacred cup of Zeus j 
Which, for thy peril lent, shall turn to use. 
And truly do the service which it feign'd.' 



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Thus as he spake, his talons made he ring 
Around the crystal bowl, and soaring high 
Descended as from heaven upon the spring : 
Nor dared the homed snakes of hell deny 
The minister of Zeus, that bore his cup. 
To fill it with their trusted water up, 
Thence to the King of heaven therewith to fly. 

But he to Psyche bent his gracious speed. 
And bidding her to mount his feather'd. back 
Bore her aloft as once young Ganymede j 
Nor ever made his steady flight to slack. 
Ere that he set her down beside her goal, 
And gave into her hands the crystal bowl 
Unspill'd, o'erbrimming with the water black. 



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"DUT Eros now recover'd from his hurt, 

Felt other pangs ; for who would not relent 
Weighing the small crime and unmatch'd desert 
Of Psyche with her cruel punishment ? 
And shamed he grew to be so near allied 
To her, who by her taunts awoke his pride. 
As his compassion by her spite imspent. 



Which Aphrodite seeing, wax'd more firm 
That he should never meet with Psyche more ; 
And had in thought already set the term 
To their communion with that trial sore. 
Which sent her forth upon a quest accurst. 
And not to be accomplisht, that of thirst 
She there might perish on hell's torrid shore. 



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3 

And now it chanced that she had called her son 
Into her presence-chamber, to unfold 
Psyche's destruction, that her fate might stun 
What love remained by duty uncontrol'd ; 
And he to hide his tears' rebellious storm 
Was fled j when in his place another form 
Rose 'neath the golden lintel j and behold 

Psyche herself, in slow and balanced strain. 
Poising the crystal bowl with fearful heed. 
Her eyes at watch upon the steadied plane. 
And whole soul gather'd in the single deed. 
Onward she came, and stooping to the floor 
Set down the cup unspill'd and brimming o'er 
At Aphrodite's feet, and rose up freed. 

S 
Surprise o'ercame the goddess, and she too 
Stood like a statue, but with passion pale : 
Till, when her victim nothing spake, she threw 
Some kindness in her voice, and bade her hail j 
But in the smiling judge 'twas plain to see — 
Saying ' What water bringst thou here to me ? ' — 
That justice over hate should not prevail. 
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Then Psyche said ' This is the biting flood 

Of black Cocytus, silver'd with the gleam 

Of souls, that guilty of another's blood 

Are pent therein, and as they swim they scream. 

The homed snakes of hell, upon the mount 

Enchain'd, for ever guard the livid fount : 

And but the Fates can grant to touch the stream.' 

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'Wherefore,' the goddess cried, ''tis plain that none 
But one I wot of coud this thing have wrought. 
That which another doth may well be done, 
Nor thou the nearer to my promise brought. 
Thou buildest on a hope to be destroy'd. 
If thou accept conditions, and avoid 
Thy parcel, nor thyself accomplish aught. 

8 

' Was it not kindness in me, being averse 

To all thy wish, to yield me thus to grant 

Thy heart's desire, — and nothing loathe I worse, — 

If thou wouldst only work as well as want ? 

See, now I will not yet be all denial, 

But oflfer thee one last determining trial j 

And let it be a mutual covenant : 



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' This box,' and in her hands she took a pyx 
Square-cut, of dark obsidian's rarest green, 
' Take ■ and therewith beyond Tartarean Styx 
Go thou, and entering Hades' house obscene. 
Say to Persephonfe, If 'tis thy 'will 
To shenxj me so much favour^ frithee fill 
This little vase 'with beauty for Love's queen. 

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' She begs hut 'what shall "well o'er last a day ; 

For of her own -was much of late outspent 

Jn nursing of her son, in bed -who lay 

Wounded by me, 'who for the gift am sent. 

Then bring me what she gives, and with all speed j 

For truth to say I stand, thou seest, in need 

Of some such charm in my disparagement. 

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' If thou return to me with that acquist. 

Having thyself the journey made, I swear 

That day to give thee whatsoe'er thou list. 

An be it my son. Now, Psyche, wilt thou dare ? ' 

And Psyche said ' F this thou truly mean, 

I will go down to Tartarus obscene. 

And beg of Hades' queen thy beauty there. 



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' Show me the way,' But Aphrodite said, 
'That mayst thou find. Yet I will place thee whence 
A way there is : mortals have on it sped • 
Ay, and retum'd thereby : so let us hence.' 
Then swift to earth her willing prey she bore. 
And left her on the wide Laconian shore. 
Alone, at midnight, in the darkness dense. 

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"Twas winter ; and as shivering Psyche sat 
Waiting for morn, she question'd in her mind 
What place the goddess meant, arrived whereat 
She might descend to hell, or how should find 
The way which Gods to living men deny. 
' No Orpheus, nay, nor Hercules am I,' 
Said she, ' to loosen where the great Gods bind.' 

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And when at length the long-delaying dawn 
Broke on the peaks of huge Taygetus, 
And Psyche through the skirts of dark withdrawn 
Look'd on that promontory mountainous. 
And saw high-crested Taleton in snow. 
Her heart sank, and she wept with head bent low 
The malice of her foe dispiteous. 



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If 
And seeing near at hand an ancient tower. 
Deserted now, but once a hold of men. 
She came thereto, and, though 'twas all her power, 
Mounted its steep unbroken stair again. 
' Surely,' she said, for now a second time 
She thought to die — ' this little height I climb 
Will prove my shortest road to Pluto's den. 

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' Hence must I come to Tartarus • once there 
Turn as I may,' and straight to death had sprung j 
When in the mossy tower the imprison'd air 
Was shaken, and the hoary stones gave tongue, 
' Stand firm ! stand firm ! ' that rugged voice outcried j 
' Of such as choose despondency for guide 
Hast thou not heard what bitterest fate is sung ? 

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' Hearken ; for I the road and means can teach 
How thou mayst come to hell and yet escape. 
And first must thou, that upper gate to reach. 
Along these seagirt hills thy journey shape. 
To where the land in sea dips furthest South 
At Taenarus and Hades' earthly mouth. 
Hard by Poseidon's temple at the cape. 



i5>8 EROS 6 PSYCHE 

' Show me the way.' But Aphrodite said, 
'That mayst thou find. Yet I will place thee whence 
A way there is : mortals have on it sped j 
Ay, and retum'd thereby : so let us hence.' 
Then swift to earth her willing prey she bore. 
And left her on the wide Laconian shore. 
Alone, at midnight, in the darkness dense. 

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'Twas winter J and as shivering Psyche sat 
Waiting for morn, she question'd in her mind 
What place the goddess meant, arrived whereat 
She might descend to hell, or how should find 
The way which Gods to living men deny. 
' No Orpheus, nay, nor Hercules am I,' 
Said she, ' to loosen where the great Gods bind.' 

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And when at length the long-delaying dawn 
Broke on the peaks of huge Taygetus, 
And Psyche through the skirts of dark withdrawn 
Look'd on that promontory mountainous. 
And saw high-crested Taleton in snow. 
Her heart sank, and she wept with head bent low 
The malice of her foe dispiteous. 



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If 
And seeing near at hand an ancient tower, 
Deserted now, but once a hold of men. 
She came thereto, and, though 'twas all her power, 
Mounted its steep unbroken stair again. 
' Surely,' she said, for now a second time 
She thought to die — ' this little height I climb 
Will prove my shortest road to Pluto's den. 

' Hence must I come to Tartarus 5 once there 
Turn as I may,' and straight to death had sprung • 
When in the mossy tower the imprison'd air 
Was shaken, and the hoary stones gave tongue, 
' Stand firm ! stand firm ! ' that rugged voice outcried j 
' Of such as choose despondency for guide 
Hast thou not heard what bitterest fate is sung ? 

'Hearken; for I the road and means can teach 
How thou mayst come to hell and yet escape. 
And first must thou, that upper gate to reach. 
Along these seagirt hills thy journey shape. 
To where the land in sea dips furthest South 
At Tasnarus and Hades' earthly mouth. 
Hard by Poseidon's temple at the cape. 



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' She will receive thee kindly ■ thou decline 

Her courtesies, and make the floor thy seat ; 

Refusing what is offer'd, food or wine ; 

Save only beg a crust of bread to eat. 

Then tell thy mission, and her present take j 

Which when thou hast, set forth with pyx and cake, 

One in each hand, while yet thou mayst retreat. 

' Giving thy second cake to Cerberus, 
The coin to Charon, and that way whereby 
Thou earnest following, thou comest thus 
To see again the starry choir on high. 
But guard thou well the pyx, nor once uplift 
The lid to look on .Persephassa's gift j 
Else 'tis in vain I bid ,thee now not die.' 

Then Psyche thank'd the tower, and stoopt her 
mouth 
To kiss the stones upon his rampart hoary 5 
And coming down his stair went hasting south, 
Along the steep Tsenarian promontory • 
And found the cave and temple by the cape. 
And took the cakes and coins, and made escape 
Beneath the earth, according to his story. 



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ay 
And overtook the ass, but lent no aid j 
And offer'd Charon with her teeth his fee j 
And pass'd the floating ghost, in vain who pray'd j 
And turned her back upon the weavers three : 
And threw the honey-cake to that hell-hound 
Three-headed Cerberus j and safe and sound. 
Came to the mansion of Persephone. 

Kindly received, she courtesy declined • 

Sat on the ground j ate not, save where she lay, 

A crust of bread ; reveaPd the goddess' mind ; 

The gift took ; and retum'd upon her way : 

Gave Cerberus his cake, Charon his fare. 

And saw through Hell's mouth to the purple air 

And one by one the keen stars melt in day. 

Awhile from so long journeying in the shades 
Resting at Taenarus she came to know 
How, up the eastern coast some forty stades, 
There stood a temple of her goddess foe. 
There would she make her offering, there reclaim 
The prize, which now 'twas happiness to name. 
The joy that should redeem all passed woe. 



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And wending by the sunny shore at noon. 
She with her pyx, and wondering what it hid, 
Of what kind, what the fashion of the boon 
Coud be, that she to look on was forbid, — 
Alas for Innocence so hard to teach ! — 
At fancy's prick she sat her on the beach. 
And to content desire lifted the lid. 

She saw within nothing : But o'er her sight 
That looked on nothing gan a darkness creep. 
A cloudy poison, mix'd of Stygian night. 
Rapt her to deadly and infernal sleep. 
Backward she fell, like one when all is o'er. 
And lay outstretch'd, as lies upon the shore 
A drown'd corpse cast up by the murmuring deep. 



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"V\7'HILE Eros in his chamber hid his tears, 

Mourning the loss of Psyche and her fate, 
The rumour of her safety reacht his ears 
And how she came to Aphrodite's gate : 
Whereat with hope return'd his hardihood. 
And secretly he purposed while he coud 
Himself to save her from the goddess' hate. 



Then learning what he might and guessing more. 
His ready wit came soon to understand 
The journey to the far Laconian shore • 
Whither to fly and seek his love he plan'd : 
And making good escape in dark of night. 
Ere the sun crost his true meridian flight 
He by Teuthrone struck the southern strand. 



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3 
There as it chanct he found that snowy bird 
Of Crete, that late made mischief with his queen. 
And now along the cliffs with wings unstir'd 
Sail'd, and that morn had cross'd the sea between ; 
Whom as he past he haii'd, and questioned thus, 
' O snowy gull, if thou from Taenarus 
Be come, say, hast thou there my Psyche seen ? ' 

The gull replied ' Thy Psyche have I seen j 
Walking beside the sea she joy'th to bear 
A pyx of dark obsidian's rarest green. 
Wherein she gazeth on her features fair. 
She is not hence by now six miles at most.' 
Then Eros bade him speed, and down the coast 
Held on his passage through the buoyant air. 

5 

With eager eye he search'd the salty marge 

Boding all mischief from his mother's glee ; 

And wondering of her wiles, and what the charge 

Shut in the dark obsidian pyx might be. 

And lo ! at last, outstretch'd beside the rocks. 

Psyche as lifeless ; and the open box 

Laid with the weedy refuse of the sea. 



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He guess'd all, flew down, and beside her knelt, 
With both his hands stroking her temples wan j 
And for the poison with his fingers felt. 
And drew it gently from her ; and anon 
She slowly from those Stygian fumes was freed ; 
Which he with magic handling and good heed 
Replaced- in pyx, and shut the lid thereon. 

7 
' O Psyche,' thus, and kissing her he cried, 
' O simple-hearted Psyche, once again 
Hast thou thy foolish longing gratified, 
A second time hath prying been thy bane. 
But lo ! I, love, am come, for I am thine : 
Nor ever more shall any fate malign. 
Or spite of goddess smite our love in twain. 

8 

* Let now that I have saved thee twice outweigh 
The once that I deserted thee : and thou 
Hast much obey'd for once to disobey. 
And wilt no more my bidding disallow. 
Take up thy pyx • to Aphrodite go. 
And claim the promise of thy mighty focj 
Maybe that she will grant it to thee now. 



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' If she should yet refuse, despair not yet ! ' 
Then Psyche, when she felt his arms restore 
Their old embrace, and as their bodies met. 
Knew the great joy that grief is pardon'd for ; 
And how it doth first ecstasy excel. 
When love well-known, long-lost, and mourned 

well 
In long days of no hope, comes home once more. 

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But Eros leaping up with purpose keen 
Into the air, as only love can fly. 
Bore her to heaven, and setting her unseen 
At Aphrodite's golden gate, — whereby 
They came as night was close on twilight dim, — 
There left, and bidding her say nought of him, 
Went onward to the house of Zeus most high. 

II 

Where winning audience of the heavenly sire. 

Who well disposed to him was used to be. 

He told the story of his strong desire j 

And boldly begg'd that Zeus would grant his plea, 

That he might have sweet Psyche for his wife. 

And she be dower'd with immortal life. 

Since she was worthy, by his firm decree. 



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And great Zeus smiled; and at the smile of Zeus 
All heaven was glad, and on the earth below 
Was calm and peace awhile and sorrow's truce : 
The sun shone forth and smote the winter snow. 
The flowers sprang, the birds gan sing and pair. 
And mortals, as they drew the brighten'd air, 
Marvel'd, and quite forgot their common woe. 

Yet gave the Thunderer not his full consent 
Without some words : ' At length is come the day,' 
Thus spake he, ' when for all thy youth misspent. 
Thy mischief-making and thy wanton play 
Thou art upgrown to taste the sweet and sour : 
Good shall it work upon thee : from this hour 
Look we for better things. And this I say, 

' That since thy birth, which all we took for bliss. 
Thou hast but mock'd us ; and no less on me 
Hast brought disfavour and contempt, ywiss. 
Than others that have had to do with thee : 
Till only such as voVd themselves aloof 
From thee and thine were held in good aproof ; 
And few there were, who thus of shame went free. 
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If 
' That punishment is shapen as reward 
Is like thy fortune : but our good estate 
We honour, while we sit to be adored : 
And thus 'twas written in the book of Fate. 
Not for thy pleasure, but the general weal 
Grant I the grace for which thou here dost kneel ^ 
And that which I determine shall not wait.' 

16 

So winged Hermes through the heaVen he sped, 
To. warn the high celestials to his hall, 
Where they shouM Pfeyche see with Eros wed. 
And keep the day with feast ambrosial. 
An4 Hermes, flying through the skiey ways 
Of high Olympus, spread sweet Psyche's praise. 
And bade the mighty gods obey his call. 

17 
Then all the Kronian gods and goddesses 
Assembl'd at his cry, — and now 'twas known 
Why Zeus had smiled, — the lesser majesties 
Attending them before his royal throne. 
Athena, mistress good of them that know. 
Came, and Apollo, warder off of woe. 
Who had to Psyche's sire her fate foreshown ; 



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Demeter, giver of the golden com. 
Fair Hebe, honour'd at her Attic shrine. 
And Artemis with hunting spear and horn, 
And Dionysos, planter oF the vine. 
With old Poseidon from the barren sea. 
And Leto, and the lame Hephaestos, he 
Himself who built those halls with sldll divine. 

And ruddy Pan with many a quip and quirk 
Air'd 'mong those lofty gods his mirth illbred, 
Bearing a mighty bowl of cretan work : 
Stern Ares, with his crisp hair helmeted. 
Came, and retired Hestia, and the god 
Hermes, with winged cap and ribbon'd rod. 
By whom the company was heralded. 

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And Hera sat by Zeus, and aU around 
The Muses, that of learning make their choice j 
Who, when Apollo struck his strings to sound, 
Sang in alternate music with sweet voice : 
And righteous Themis, and the Graces three 
Ushering the anger'd Aphrodite j she 
Alone of all were there might not rejoice. 

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But ere they sat to feast, Zeus bade them fill 

The cup ambrosial of immortal life. 

And said ' If Psyche drink, — and 'tis my will, — 

There is an end of this unhappy strife. 

Nor can the goddess, whose mislike had birth 

From too great honour paid the bride on earth. 

Forbid her any more for Eros' wife.' 

Then Aphrodite said ' So let it be.' 

And Psyche was brought in, with such a flush 

Of joy upon her face, as there to see 

Was fairer to love's eye than beauty's blush. 

And then she drank the eternal wine, whose draught 

Can Terror cease : which flesh hath never quafft. 

Nor doth it flow from grape that mortals crush. 

And next stood Eros forth, and took her hand. 
And kisst her happy face before them all : 
And Zeus proclaim'd them married, and outban'd 
From heaven whoever should that word miscall. 
And then all sat to feast, and one by one 
Pledged Psyche ere they drank and cried Welldotiel 
And merry laughter rang throughout the hall. 



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So thus was Eros unto Psyche wed. 
The heavenly bridegroom to his earthly bride. 
Who won his love, in simple maidenhead : 
And by her love herself she glorified, 
And him from wanton wildness disinclined j 
Since in his love for her he came to find 
A joy unknown through all Olympus wide. 

And Psyche for her fall was quite forgiven. 
Since 'gainst herself when tempted to rebel. 
By others' malice on her ruin driven. 
Only of sweet simplicity she fell : — 
Wherein who fall may fall unto the skies j — 
And being foolish she was yet most wise. 
And took her trials patiently and well. 

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And Aphrodite since her full defeat 
Is kinder and less jealous than before. 
And smiling on them both, calls Psyche sweet j 
But thinks her son less manly than of yore : 
Though still she holds his arm of some renown. 
When he goes smiting mortals up and down. 
Piercing their marrow with his weapons sore. 



ZI4. EROS es? PSYCHE 

ay 
So now In steadfast love and happy state 
They hold for aye their mansion in the sky. 
And send down heavenly peace on those who mate, 
In virgin love, to find their joy thereby : 
Whom gently Eros shooteth, and apart 
Keepeth for them from all his sheaf that dart 
Which Psyche in his chamber pickt to try. 

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Now in that same month Psyche bare a child, 
Who straight in heaven was named Hedone 
In mortal tongues by other letters styled ; 
Whom all to love, however named, agree : 
• Whom in our noble English JOY we call. 
And honour them among us most of aU, 
Whose happy children are as fair as she. 

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ENVOr 

IT IS MY PRAYER THAT SHE MAY SMILE ON ALL 
WHO READ MY TALE AS SHE HATH SMILED ON ME. 



THE GROWTH 

OF 

LOVE 



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THE GROWTH 
OF LOVE 



nPHEY that in play can do the thing they would, 
Having an instinct throned in reason's place, 
— And every perfect action hath the grace 
Of indolence or thoughtless hardihood— 
These are the best : yet be there workmen good 
Who lose in earnestness control of face. 
Or reckon means, and rapt in effort base 
Reach to their end by steps well understood. 

Me whom thou sawest of late strive with the pains 
Of one who spends his strength to rule his nerve, 
— Even as a painter breathlessly who strains 
His scarcely moving hand lest it should swerve — 
Behold me, now that I have cast my chains. 
Master of the art which for thy sake I serve. 



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For thou art mine : and[ now I am ashamed , 
To have used means to win so pure acquist, ^ 

And of my trembling fear that might have misst 
Thro' very care the gold at which I aim'd j * 
And am as happy but to hear thee named, t- 
As are those gentle souls by angels kisst 4 
In pictures seen leaving their marble cist ^ 
To go before the throne of grace unblamed. "'~ 

Nor surer am I water hath the skill " . 

To quench my thirst, or that my strength is freed 
In delicate ordination as I will. 
Than that to be myself is all I need ^ 
For thee to be most mine : so I stand still, - 
And save to taste my joy no more talcte heed, i 



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3 



The whole world now is but the minister ■*- 
Of thee to me : I see no other^ scheme ^ 
But universal love, from timeless dream '^ 
Waking to thee his joy's interpreter. *- 
I walk around and in the fields confer 
Of love at large with tree and flower and stream, ' 
And list the lark descant upon my theme, "^ 
Heaven's musical accepted worshipper. ^~- 

Thy smile outfaceth ill : and that old feud 
'Twixt things and me is quash'd in our new truce ; 
And nature now dearly with thee endued '^ 
No more in shame ponders her old excuse, i 
But quite forgets her frowns and antics rude, <L. 
So kindly hath she grown to her new use. ^ 



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The very names of things belov'd are dear. 
And sounds will gather beauty from their sense, 
As many, a face thro' love's long residence 
Groweth to feir instead of plain and sere,: 
But when I say thy name it hath no peer. 
And I suppose fortune determined thence 
Her dower, that such beauty's excellence 
Should have a perfect title for the ear. 

Thus may I think the adopting Muses chose 
Their sons by name, Imowing none would be heard 
Or writ so oft in all the world as those, — 
Dan Chaucer, mighty Shakespeare, then for third 
The classic Milton, and to us arose 
Shelley with liquid music in the word. 



OF LOVE aa? 



The poets were good teachers, for they taught 

Earth had this joy ; but that 'twould ever be 

That fortune should be perfected in me. 

My heart of hope dared not engage the thought. 

So I stood low, and now but to be caught 

By any self-styled lords of the age with thee 

Vexes my modesty, lest they should see 

I hold them owls and peacocks, things of nought. 

And when we sit alone, and as I please 
I taste thy love's full smile, and can enstate 
The pleasure of my kingly heart at ease, 
My thought swims like a ship, that with the weight 
Of her rich burden sleeps on the infinite seas 
Becalm'd, and cannot stir her golden freight. 



za+ THE GROWTH 



While yet we wait for spring, and from the dry 
And blackening east that so embitters March, 
Well-housed must watch grey fields and meadows 

parch, 
And driven dust and withering snowflake fly 5 
Already in glimpses of the tarnish'd sky 
The sun is warm and beckons to the larch. 
And where the covert hazels interarch 
Their tassell'd twigs, fair beds of primrose He. 

Beneath the crisp and wintry carpet hid 
A million buds but stay their blossoming ; 
And tiustful birds have built their nests amid 
The shuddering boughs, and only wait to sing 
Till one soft shower from the south shall bid. 
And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of spring. 



OF LOVE 2zy 



In thee my spring of life hath bid the while 
A rose unfold beyond the summer's best. 
The mystery of joy made manifest 
In love's self-answering and awakening smile j 
Whereby the lips in wonder reconcile 
Passion with peace, and show desire at rest, — 
A grace of silence by the Greek unguesst. 
That bloom'd to immortalize the Tuscan style : 

When first the angel-song that faith had ken'd 
Fancy pourtray'd, above recorded oath 
Of Israel's God, or light of poem pen'd j 
The very countenance of plighted troth 
'Twixt heaven and earth, where in one moment blend 
The hope of one and happipess of both. 



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8 



For beauty being the best of all we know 
Sums up the unsearchable and secret aims 
Of nature, and on joys whose earthly names 
Were never told can form and sense bestow j 
And man hath sped his instinct to outgo 
The step of science j and against her shames 
Imagination stakes out heavenly claims. 
Building a tower above the head of woe. 

Nor is there fairer work for beauty found 
Than that she win in nature her release 
From all the woes that in the world abound : 
Nay with his sorrow may his love increase, 
J£ from man's greater need beauty redound. 
And claim his tears for homage of his peace. 



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Thus to thy beauty doth my fond heart look, 
That late dismay'd her faithless faith forbore ; 
And wins again her love lost in the lore 
Of schools and script of many a learned book : 
For thou what ruthless death untimely took 
Shalt now in better brotherhood restore, 
And save my batter'd ship that far from shore 
High on the dismal deep in tempest shook. 

So in despite of sorrow lately learn'd 
I still hold true to truth since thou art true, 
Nor wail the woe which thou to joy hast turn'd 
Nor come the heavenly sun and bathing blue 
To my life's need more splendid and uneam'd 
Than hath thy gift outmatched desire and due. 



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lO 

Winter was not unkind because uncouth j 
His prison'd time made me a closer guest. 
And gave thy graciousness a warmer zest. 
Biting all else with keen and angry tooth : 
And braveKer the triumphant blood of youth 
Mantling thy cheek its happy home possest, 
And sterner sport by day put strength to test, 
And custom's feast at night gave tongue to truth. 

Or say hath flaunting summer a device 
To match our midnight revelry, that rang 
With steel and flame along the snow-girt ice ? 
Or when we hark't to nightingales that sang 
On dewy eves in spring, did they entice 
To gentler love than winter's icy feng ? 



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II 



There's many a would-be poet at this hour, 
Rhymes of a love that he hath never woo'd, 
And o'er his lamplit desk in solitude 
Deems that he sitteth in the Muses' bower : 
And some the flames of earthly love devour. 
Who have taken no kiss of Nature, nor renew'd 
In the world's wilderness with heavenly food 
The sickly body of their perishing power. 

So none of all our company, I boast. 
But now would mock my penning, could they see 
How down the right it maps a jagged coast j 
Seeing they hold the manlier praise to be 
Strong hand and will, and the heart best when most 
'Tis sober, simple, true, and fancy-free. 



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IX 

How could I quarrel or blame you, most dear. 
Who all thy virtues gavest and kept back none ; 
Kindness and gentleness, truth without peer. 
And beauty that my fancy fed upon ? 

Now not my life's contrition for my fault 
Can blot that day, nor work me recompence, 
Tho' I might worthily thy worth exalt. 
Making thee long amends for short offence. 

For surely nowhere, love, if not in thee 
Are grace and truth and beauty to be found j 
And all my praise of these can only be 
A praise of thee, howe'er by thee disown'd : 

While still thou must be mine tho' far removed, 
And I for one offence no more beloved. 



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13 

Now since to me altho' by thee refused 
The world is left, I shall find pleasure still j 
The art that most I have loved but little used 
Will yield a world of fancies at my will : 

And tho' where'er thou goest it is from me, 
I where I go thee in my heart must bear ; 
And what thou wert that wilt thou ever be. 
My choice, my best, my loved, and only fair. 

Farewell, yet think not such farewell a change 
From tenderness, tho' once to meet or part 
But on short absence so could sense derange 
That tears have graced the greeting of my heart ^ 

They were proud drops and had my leave to fall. 
Not on thy pity for my pain to call. 



zja THE GROWTH 



14 

When sometimes in an ancient house where state 
From noble ancestry is handed on, 
We see but desolation thro' the gate. 
And richest heirlooms all to ruin gone ; 

Because maybe some fancied shame or fear, 
Bred of disease or melancholy fate. 
Hath driven the owner from his rightfiil sphere 
To wander nameless save to pity or hate : 

What is the wreck of all he hath in fief. 
When he that hath is wrecking ? nought is fine 
Unto the sick, nor doth it burden grief 
That the house perish when the soul doth pine. 

Thus I my state despise, slain by a sting 
So slight 'twould not have hurt a meaner thing. 



OF LOVE x?a 



IT 

"^[^HO builds a ship must first lay down the keel 
Of health, whereto the ribs of mirth are wed : 
And knit, with beams and knees of strength, a bed 
For decks of purity, her floor and ceil. 
Upon her masts. Adventure, Pride, and Zeal, 
To fortune's wind the sails of purpose spread : 
And at the prow make figured maidenhead 
O'erride the seas and answer to the wheel. 

And let him deep in memory's hold have stor'd 
Water of Helicon : and let him fit 
The needle that doth true with heaven accord : 
Then bid her crew, love, diligence and wit 
With justice, courage, temperance come aboard, 
And at her helm the master reason sit. 



^H THE GROWTH 



i6 

This world is unto God a work of art, 
Of which the unaccomplish'd heavenly plan 
Is hid in life within the creature's hfeart, 
And for perfection looketh unto man. 

Ah me ! those thousand ages : with what slow 
Pains and persistence were his idols made, 
Destroy'd and made, ere ever he could know 
The mighty mother must be so obey'd. 

For lack of knowledge and thro' little skill 
His childish mimicry outwent his aim • 
His eflFort shaped the genius of his will ; 
Till thro' distinctioa and revolt he came, 
True to his simple terms of good and ill. 
Seeking the face of Beauty without blame. 



OF LOVE 237 



17 

Say who be these light-bearded, sunburnt faces 
In negligent and travel-stain'd array. 
That in the city of Dante come to-day. 
Haughtily visiting her holy places ? 
O these be noble men that hide their graces. 
True England's blood, her ancient glory's stay, 
By tales of fame diverted on their way 
Home from the rule of oriental races. 

Life-trifling lions these, of gentle eyes 
And motion delicate, but swift to fire 
For honour, passionate where duty lies, 
Most loved and loving : and they quickly tire 
Of Florence, that she one day more denies 
The embrace of wife and son, of sister or sire. 



1^6 THE GROWTH 



i8 



Where San Miniato's convent from the sun 
At forenoon overlooks the city of flowers 
I sat, and gazing on her domes and towers 
CalI'd up her famous children one by one : 
And three who all the rest had far outdone. 
Mild Giotto first, who stole the morning hours, 
I saw, and god-like Buonarroti's powers, 
And Dante, gravest poet, her much-wrong'd son. 

Is all this glory, I said, another's praise ? 
Are these heroic triumphs things of old. 
And do I dead upon the living gaze ? 
Or rather doth the mind, that can behold 
The wondrous beauty of the works and days. 
Create the image that her thoughts enfold ? 



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19 

Rejoice, ye dead, where'er your spirits dwell. 
Rejoice that yet on earth your feme is bright ; 
And that your names, remember'd day and night, 
Live on the lips of those that love you well. 
'Tis ye that conquer'd have the powers of hell. 
Each with the special grace of your delight : 
Ye are the world's creators, and thro' might 
Of everlasting love ye did excel. 

Now ye are starry names, above the storm 
And war of Time and nature's endless wrong 
Ye flit, in pictured truth and peaceful form, 
Wing'd with bright music and melodious song, — 

The flaming flowers of heaven, making May-dance 
In dear Imagination's rich pleasance. 



238 THE GROWTH 



XO 

The world still goeth about to shew and hide, 
Befbol'd of all opinion, fond of fame : 
But he that can do well taketh no pride, 
And see'th his error, undisturb'd by shame : 

So poor's the best that longest life can do. 
The most so little, diligently done j 
So mighty is the beauty that doth woo. 
So vast the joy that love from love hath won. 

God's love to win is easy, for He loveth 
Desire's fair attitude, nor strictly weighs 
The broken thing, but all alike approveth 
Which love hath aim'd at Him : that is heaven's praise : 

And if we look for any praise on earth, 
'Tis in man's love : all else is nothing worth. 



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XI 



O FLESH and blood, comrade to tragic pain 

And clownish merriment ; whose sense could wake 

Sermons in stones, and count death but an ache. 

All things as vanity, yet nothing vain : 

The world, set in thy heart, thy passionate strain 

Reveal'd anew ; but thou for man didst make 

Nature twice natural, only to shake 

Her kingdom with the creatures of thy brain. 

Lo, Shakespeare, since thy time nature is loth 
To yield to art her fair supremacy ; 
In conquering one thou hast so enriched both. 
What shall I say ? for God — ^whose wise decree 
Confirmeth all He did by all He doth — 
Doubled His whole creation making thee. 



X40 THE GROWTH 



I WOULD be a bird, and straight on wings I arise, 
And carry purpose up to the ends of the air : 
In calm and storm my sails I feather, and where 
By freezing cliffs the unransom'd wreckage lies : 
Or, strutting on hot meridian banks, surprise 
The silence : over plains in the moonlight bare 
I chase my shadow, and perch where no bird dare 
In treetops torn by fiercest winds of the skies. 

Poor simple birds, foolish birds I then I cry. 
Ye pretty pictures of delight, unstir'd 
By the only joy of knowing that ye fly ; 
Ye are n6t what ye are, but rather, sum'd in a word. 
The alphabet of a god's idea, and I 
Who master it, I am the only bird. 



OF LOVE a+i 



WEARY pilgrims, chanting of your woe, 
That turn your eyes to all the peaks that shine, 
Hailing in each the citadel divine 

The which ye thought to have enter'd long ago ; 
Until at length your feeble steps and slow 
Falter upon the threshold of the shrine. 
And your hearts overburden'd doubt in fine 
Whether it be Jerusalem or no : 

Dishearten'd pilgrims, I am one of you j 
For, having worshipp'd many a barren face, 

1 scarce now greet the goal I journey'd to : 
I stand a pagan in the holy place ; 
Beneath the lamp of truth I am found untrue. 
And question with the God that I embrace. 



Z41 THE GROWTH 



Spring hath her own bright days of calm and peace ; 
Her melting air, at every breath we draw, 
Floods heart with love to praise God's gracious law : 
But suddenly — so short is pleasure's lease— 
The cold returns, the buds from growing cease, 
And nature's conquer'd face is full of awe ; 
As now the traitrous north with icy flaw 
Freezes the dew upon the sick lamb's fleece. 

And "neath the mock sun searching everywhere 
Rattles the crisped leaves with shivering din : 
So that the birds are silent with despair 
Within the thickets ; nor their armour thin 
Will gaudy flies adventure in the air. 
Nor any lizard sun his spotted skin. 



OF LOVE H3 



Nothing is joy without thee : I can find 
No rapture in the first relays of spring. 
In songs of birds, in young buds opening, 
Nothing inspiriting and nothing kind ; 
For lack of thee, who once wert throned behind 
All beauty, like a strength where graces cling,^ 
The jewel and heart of light, which everything 
Wrestled in rivalry to hold enshrined. 

Ah ! since thou'rt fled, and I in each fair sight 
The sweet occasion of my joy deplore. 
Where shall I seek thee best, or whom invite 
Within thy sacred temples and adore ?. 
Who shall fill thought and truth with old delight. 
And lead my soul in life as heretofore ? 



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24+ THE GROWTH 



16 

The work is done, and from the fingers fall 

The bloodwarm tools that brought the labour thro* * 

The tasking eye that overrunneth all 

Rests, and affirms there is no more to do. 

Now the third joy of making, the sweet flower 
Of blessed work, bloometh in godlike spirit j 
Which whoso plucketh holdeth for an hour 
The shrivelling vanity of mortal merit. 

And thou, my perfect work, thou'rt of to-day ; 
To-morrow a poor and alien thing wilt be. 
True only should the swift life stand at stay : 
Therefore farewell, nor look to bide with me. 

Go find thy friends, if there be one to love thee j 
Casting thee forth, my child, I rise above thee. 



OF LOVE i+T 



^7 

The fabled seasnake, old Lenathan, 

Or else what grisly beast of scaly chine 

That champ'd the oceanwrack and swash'd the brine. 

Before the new and milder days of man, 

Had never rib nor bray nor swindging fan 

Like his iron swimmer of the Clyde or Tyne, 

Late-born of golden seed to breed a line 

Of oflfepring swifter and more huge of plan. 

Straight is her going, for upon the sun 
When once she hath look'd, her path and place are 

plain ; 
With tireless speed she smiteth one by one 
The shuddering seas and foams along the main j 
And her eased breath, when her wild race is run. 
Roars thro' her nostrils like a hurricane. 



^^ THE GROWTH 



x8 

A THOUSAND times hath in my heart's behoof 

My tongue been set his passion to impart j 
A thousand times hath my too coward heart 
My mouth reclosed and fix'd it to the roof; 
Then with such cunning hath it held aloof, 
A thousand times kept silence with such art 
That words could do no more : yet on thy part 
Hath silence given a thousand times reproof. 

I should be bolder, seeing I commend 
Love, that my dilatory purpose primes, 
But fear lest with my fears my hope should end : 
Nay I would truth deny and burn my rhymes, 
Renew my sorrows rather than offend, 
A thousand times, and yet a thousand times. 



OF LOVE 147 



X9 

I TRAVEL to thee with the sun's first rays, 
That lift the dark west and unwrap the night ; 
I dwell beside thee when he walks the height, 
And fondly toward thee at his setting gaze. 
I wait upon thy coining, but always — 
Dancing to meet my thoughts if they invite — 
Thou hast outrun their longing with delight. 
And in my solitude dost mock my praise. 

Now doth my drop of time transcend the whole ; 
I see no fame in Khufli's pyramid. 
No history where loveless Nile doth roll. 
— ^This is eternal life, which doth forbid 
Mortal detraction to the exalted soul. 
And from her inward eye all fate hath hid. 



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30 

My lady pleases me and I please her ; 
This know we both, and I besides know well 
Wherefore I love her, and I love to tell 
My love, as all my loving songs aver. 
But what on her part could the passion stir, 
Tho' 'tis more difficult for love to spell. 
Yet can I dare divine how this befel. 
Nor will her lips deny it if I err. 

She loves me first because I love her, then 
Loves me for knowing why she should be loved, 
And that I love to praise her, loves again. 
So from her beauty both our loves are moved, 
And by her beauty are sustain'd ; nor when 
The earth falls from the sun is this disproved. 



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31 

In all things beautiful, I cannot see 
Her sit or stand, but love is stir'd anew : 
'Tis joy to watch the folds fall as they do, 
And all that comes is past expectancy. 
If she be silent, silence let it be ; 
He who would bid her speak might sit and sue 
The deep-brow'd Phidian Jove to be untrue 
To his two thousand years' solemnity. 

Ah, but her launched passion, when she sings, 
Wins on the hearing like a shapen prow 
Borne by the mastery of its urgent wings : 
Or if she deign her wisdom, she doth show 
She hath the intelligence of heavenly things. 
Unsullied by man's mortal overthrow. 



lyo THE GROWTH 



Thus to be humbled : 'tis that ranging pride 

No refiige hath j that in his castle strong 

Brave reason sits beleaguer'd, who so long 

Kept field, but now must starve where he doth hide j 

That industry, who once the foe defied, 

Lies slaughter'd in the trenches ; that the throng 

Of idle fencies pipe their foolish song, 

Where late the puissant captains fought and died. 

Thus to be humbled : 'tis to be undone ; 
A forest fell'd ; a city razed to ground • 
A cloak unsewn, unwoven and unspun 
Till not a thread remains that can be wound. 
And yet, O lover, thee, the ruin'd one. 
Love who hath humbled thus hath also crown'd. 



OF LOVE 2fi 



33 

I CARE not if I live, tho' life and breath 
Have never been to me so dear and sweet. 
I care not if I die, for I could meet — 
Being so happy — happily my death. 
I care not if I love j to-day she saith 
She loveth, and love's history is complete. 
Nor care I if she love me ; at her feet 
My spirit bows entranced and worshippeth. 



I have no care for what was most my care. 
But all around me see fresh beauty born. 
And common sights grown lovelier than they were : 
I dream of love, and in the light of morn 
Tremble, beholding all things very fair 
And strong with strength that puts my strength to 
scorn. 



^S^ THE GROWTH 



34 

MT goddess divine sometimes I say : — 
Now let this word for ever and all suffice • 
Thou art insatiable, and yet not twice 
Can even thy lover give his soul away : 
And for my acts, that at thy feet I lay; 
For never any other, by device 

Of wisdom, love or beauty, could entice 
My homage to the measure of this day, 

I have no more to give thee : lo, I have sold 
My life, have emptied out my heart, and spent 
Whate'er I had ; till like a beggar, bold 
With nought to lose, I laugh and am content. 
A beggar kisses thee ; nay love, behold, 

1 fear not : thou too art in beggarment. 



OF LOVE ifj 



35- 

All earthly beauty hath one cause and prool^ 
To lead the pilgrim soul to beauty above : 
Yet lieth the greater bliss so far aloof. 
That few there be are wean'd from earthly love, 

Joy's ladder it is, reaching from home to home, 
The best of all the work that all was good ; 
Whereof 'twas writ the angels aye upclomb, 
Down sped, and at the top the Lord God stood. 

But I my time abuse, my eyes by day 
Centered on thee, by night my heart on fire- 
Letting my number'd moments run away — 
Nor e'en 'twixt night and day to heaven aspire : 

So true it is that what the eye seeth not 
But slow is loved, and loved is soon forgot. 



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l6 

f\ MY life's mischief, once my love's delight. 

That drew'st a mortgage on my heart's estate. 
Whose banefiil clause is never out of date. 
Nor can avenging time restore my right : 
Whom first to lose sounded that note of spite. 
Whereto my doleful days were tuned by fate : 
That art the well-loved cause of all my hate. 
The sun whose wandering makes my hopeless night : 

Thou being in all my lacking all I lack. 
It is thy goodness turns my grace to crime. 
Thy fleetness from my goal which holds me back j 
Wherefore my feet go out of step with time. 
My very grasp of life is old and slack. 
And even my passion falters in my rhyme. 



OF LOVE zyj 



37 

At times with hurried hoofs and scattering dust 
I race by field or highway, and my horse 
Spare not, but urge direct in headlong course 
Unto some fair far hill that gain I must : 
But near arrived the vision soon mistrust. 
Rein in, and stand as one who sees the source 
Of strong illusion, shaming thought to force 
From off his mind the soil of passion's gust. 

My brow I bare then, and with slackened speed 
Can view the country pleasant on all sides, 
And to kind salutation give good heed : 
I ride as one who for his pleasure rides. 
And stroke the neck of my delighted steed, 
And seek what cheer the village inn provides. 



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38 

An idle June day on the sunny Thames, 
Floating or rowing as our fancy led, 
Now in the high beams basking as we sped, 
Now in green shade gliding by mirror'd stems ; 
By lock and weir and isle, and many a spot 
Of memoried pleasure, glad with strength and skill. 
Friendship, good wine, and mirth, that serve not ill 
The heavenly Muse, tho' she requite them not : 

I I would have life — thou saidst — all as this day, 
I Simple enjoyment calm in its excess, 
! With not a grief to cloud, and not a ray 
I Of passion overhot my peace to oppress j 

With no ambition to reproach delay. 

Nor rapture to disturb its happiness. 



OF LOVE xyy 



39 

A MAN that sees by chance his picture, made 
As once a child he was, handling some toy, 
Will gaze to find his spirit within the boy. 
Yet hath no secret with the soul pourtray'd : 
He cannot think the simple thought which play'd 
Upon those features then so frank and coy ; 
'Tis his, yet oh ! not his : and o'er the joy 
His fatherly pity bends in tears dismay'd. 

Proud of his prime maybe he stand at best, 
And lightly wear his strength, or aim it high. 
In knowledge, skill and courage self-possest : — 
Yet in the pictured face a charm doth lie. 
The one thing lost more worth than all the rest. 
Which seeing, he fears to say This child -was I. 



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40 

Tears of love, tears of joy and tears of care, 
Comforting tears that fell uncomforted, 
Tears o'er the new-bom, tears beside the dead, 
Tears of hope, pride and pity, trust and prayer. 
Tears of contrition ; all tears whatsoe'er 
Of tenderness or kindness had she shed 
Who here is pictured, ere upon her head 
The fine gold might be turn'd to silver there. 

The smile that charm'd the father hath given place 
Unto the fiirrow'd care wrought by the son • 
But virtue hath transform'd all change to grace : 
So that I praise the artist, who hath done 
A portrait, for my worship, of the face 
Won by the heart my fether's heart that won. 



OF LOVE 2f9 



41 

If I could but forget and not recall 

So well my time of pleasure and of play, 

When ancient nature was aU new and gay, 

Light as the fashion that doth last enthrall, — 

Ah mighty nature, when my heart was small, 

Nor dream'd what fearful searchings imderlay . 

The flowers and leafy ecstasy of May, 

The breathing summer sloth, the scented fall : 

Could I forget, then were the fight not hard, 
Press'd in the melee of accursed things. 
Having such help in love and such reward : 
But that 'tis I who once — ^"tis this that stings — 
Once dwelt within the gate that angels guard. 
Where yet I'd be had I but heavenly wings. 



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4X 

When I see childhood oa the threshold seize 

The prize of life from age and likelihood, 

I mourn time's change that will not be withstood, 

Thinking how Christ said Be like me of these. 

For in the forest among many trees 

Scarce. one in all is found that hath made good 

The virgin pattern of its slender wood, 

That courtesied in joy to every breeze • 

But scath'd, but knotted trunks that raise on high 
Their arms in stiff contortion, strain'd and bare j 
Whose patriarchal crowns in sorrow sigh. 
So, little children, ye — nay nay, ye ne'er 
From me shall learn how sure the change and nigh. 
When ye shall share our strength and mourn to share. 



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43 



"VirrHEN parch'd with thirst, astray on sultry sands 

The traveller faints, upon his closing ear 
Steals a fantastic music : he may hear 
The babbling fountain of his native land. 
Before his eyes the vision seems to stand. 
Where at its terraced brink the maids appear. 
Who fill their deep urns at its waters clear. 
And not refuse the help of lover's hand. 

O cruel jest — he cries, as some one flings 
The sparkling drops in sport or shew of ire — 
O shameless, O contempt of holy things. 
But never of their wanton play they tire. 
As not athirst they sit beside the springs. 
While he must quench in death his lost desire. 



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4-x 

When I see childhood on the threshold seize 

The prize of life from age and likelihood, 

I mourn time's change that will not be withstood, 

Thinking how Christ said Be like one of these. 

For in the forest among many trees 

Scarce. one in all is found that hath made good 

The virgin pattern of its slender wood. 

That courtesied in joy to every breeze ■ 

But scath'd, but knotted trunks that raise on high 
Their arms in stiflF" contortion, strain'd and bare j 
Whose patriarchal crowns in sorrow sigh. 
So, little children, ye — nay nay, ye ne'er 
From me shall learn how sure the change and nigh. 
When ye shall share our strength and mourn to share. 



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45" 

In this neglected, ruin'd edifice 
Of works unperfected and broken schemes, 
Where is the promise of my early dreams, 
The smile of beauty and the pearl of price ? 
No charm is left now that could once entice 
Wind-wavering fortune from her golden streams, 
And full in flight decrepit purpose seems. 
Trailing the banner of his old device. 

Within the house a frore and numbing air 
Has chill'd endeavour : sickly memories reign 
In every room, and ghosts are on the stair : 
And hope behind the dusty window-pane 
Watches the days go by, and bow'd with care 
Forecasts her last reproach and mortal stain. 



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46 

Once I would say, before thy vision came. 
My joy, my life, my love, and with some kind 
Of knowledge speak, and think I knew my mind 
Of heaven and hope, and each word hit its aim, 
Whate'er their sounds be, now all mean the same. 
Denoting each the fair that none can find ; 
Or if 1 say them, 'tis aS one long blind 
Forgets the sights that he was used to name. 

Now if men speak of love, 'tis not my love ; 
Nor are their hopes nor joys mine, nor their life 
Of praise the life that I think honour of : 
Nay tho' they turn from house and child and wife 
And self, and in the thought of heaven above 
Hold, as do I, all mortal things at strife. 



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47 

kSiNCE then 'tis only pity looking back, 
I Fear looking forward, and the busy mind 
I Will in one woeful moment more upwind 
vThan lifelong years unroll of bitter or black ; 
What is man's privilege, his hoarding knack 
Of memory with foreboding so combined, 
Whereby he comes to dream he hath of kind 
The perpetuity whicli all things lack ? 

Which but to hope is doubtful joy, to have 
Being a continuance of what, alas, 
We mourn, and scarcely bear with to the grave • 
Or something so unknown that it o'erpass 
The thought of comfort, and the sense that gave 
Cannot consider it thro' any glass. 



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48 

I Come gentle sleep, I woo thee : come and take 
^Not now the child into thine arms, from fright 
|Composed by drowsy tune and shaded light, 
^Whom ignorant of thee thou didst nurse and make j 
Nor now the boy, who scorn'd thee for the sake 
Of growing knowledge or mysterious night, 
Tho' with fatigue thou didst his limbs invite. 
And heavily weigh the eyes that would not wake ; 

No, nor the man severe, who from his best 
Failing, alert fled to thee, that his breath. 
Blood, force and fire should come at morn redrest • 
But me, from whom thy comfort tarrieth. 
For all my wakefiil prayer sent without rest 
To thee, O shew and shadow of my death. 



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49 

'"PHE spirit's eager sense for sad or gay 

FUleth with what he will our vessel fiill : 
Be joy his bent, he waiteth not joy's day, 
But like a child at any toy will pull : 

If sorrow, he will weep for fancy's sake. 
And spoil heaven's plenty with forbidden care. 
What fortune most denies we slave to take ; 
Nor can fate load us more than we can bear. 

Since pleasure with the having disappeareth, 
He who hath least in hand hath most at heart. 
While he keep hope : as he who alway feareth 
A grief that never comes hath yet the smart ; 

And heavier far is our self-wrought distress. 
For when God sendeth sorrow, it doth bless. 



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SO 



The world comes not to an end : her city-hives 
Swarm with the tokens of a changeless trade. 
With rolling wheel, driver and flagging jade. 
Rich men and beggars, children, priests and wives. 
New homes on old are set, as lives on lives ; 
Invention with invention overlaid : 
But still or tool or toy or book or blade 
Shaped for the hand, that holds and toils and strives. 

The men to-day toil as their fathers taught, 
With little better'd means ; for works depend 
On works and overlap, and thought on thought : 
And thro' all change the smiles of hope amend 
The weariest face, the same love changed in nought : 
In this thing too the world comes not to an end. 



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5-1 

MY uncared-for songs, what are ye worth, 
That in my secret book with so much care 

1 write you, this one here and that one there. 
Marking the time and order of your birth ? 
How, witji a fancy so unkind to mirth, 

A sense so hard, a style so worn and bare, 

Look ye for any welcome anywhere 

From any shelf or heart-home on the earth ? 

Should others ask you this, say then I yearn'd 
To write you such as once, when I was young, 
Finding I should have loved and thereto turn'd. 
'Twere something yet to live again among 
The gentle youth beloved, and where I learn'd 
My art, be tliere remember'd for my song. 



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Who takes the census of the living dead, 
Ere the day come when memory shall o'ercrowd 
The kingdom of their fame, and for that proud 
And airy people find no room nor stead ? 

Ere hoarding Time, that ever thrusteth back 
The fairest treasures of his ancient store, 
Better with best confound, so he may pack 
His greedy gatherings closer, more and more ? 

Let the true Muse rewrite her sullied page. 
And purge her story of the men of hate. 
That they go dirgeless down to Satan's rage 
With all else foul, deform'd and miscreate : 

She hath full toil to keep the names of love 
Honour'd on earth, as they are brighf above. 



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I HEARD great Hector sounding war's alarms, 
Where thro' the listless ghosts chiding he strode, 
As tho' the Greeks besieged his last abode, 
And he his Troy's hope still, her king-at-arms. 
But on those gentle meads, which Lethe charms 
With weary oblivion, his passion glow'd 
Like the cold night-worm's candle, and only show'd 
Such mimic flame as neither heats nor harms. 

'Twas plain to read, even by those shadows quaint. 
How rude catastrophe had dim'd his day. 
And blighted all his cheer with stern complaint : 
To arms ! to arms I what more the voice would say 
Was swallow'd in the valleys, and grew feint 
Upon the thin air, as he pass'd away. 



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T4 

CINCE not the enamour'd sun with glance more fond 

Kisses the foliage of his sacred tree. 
Than doth my waking thought arise on, thee. 
Loving none near thee, like thg^ nor beyond ; 
Nay since I am sworn th^,?d#e, and in the bond 
Is writ my promise of eternity ^ 
Since to such high hope thou'st encouraged me. 
That if thou look but from me I despond ; 

Since thou'rt my all in all, O think of this : 
Think of the dedication of my youth : 
Think of my loyalty, my joy, my bliss : 
Think of my sorrow, my despair and ruth. 
My sheer annihilation if I miss : 
Think — if thou shouldst be false — think of thy truth. 



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ss 

'! * - ■ 

These meagre rhymes, which a returning mood 
Sometimes o'errateth, I as oft despise; 
And knowing thtm illnatured, stiflF and rude, 
See them as others with contemptuous eyes. 
Nay, and I wonder less at God's respect 
For man, a minim jot in time and space. 
Than at the soaring faith of His elect. 
That gift of gifts, the comfort of His grace. 

O truth unsearchable, O heavenly love, 
Most infinitely tender, so to touch 
The work that we can meanly reckon of : 
Surely — I say — ^we are favour'd overmuch. 

But of this wonder, what doth most amaze 
Is that we know our love is held for praise. 



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r6 

Beauty sat with me all the summer day. 
Awaiting the sure triumph of her eye ; 
Nor mark'd I till we parted, how, hard by. 
Love in her train stood ready for his prey. 
She, as too proud to join herself the fray. 
Trusting too much to her divine ally. 
When she saw victory tarry, chid him — ' Why 
Dost thou not at one stroke this rebel slay ? ' 

Then generous Love, who holds my heart in fee, 
Told of our ancient truce : so from the fight 
We straight withdrew our forces, all the three; 
Baffled but not dishearten'd she took flight 
Scheming new tactics : Love came home with me. 
And prompts my measured verses as I write. 



OF LOVE 1-]^ 



SI 

In autumn moonlight, when the white air wan 
Is fragrant in the wake of summer hence, 
'Tis sweet to sit entranced, and muse thereon 
In melancholy and godlike indolence : 

When the proud spirit, lull'd by mortal prime 
To fond pretence of immortality, 
Vieweth all moments from the birth of time, 
All things whate'er have been or yet shall be. 

And like the garden, where the year is spent. 
The ruin of old life is full of yearning. 
Mingling poetic rapture of lament 
With flowers and sunshine of spring's sure returning; 

Only in visions of the white air wan 
By godlike fancy seized and dwelt upon. 



T X 



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t8 

When first I saw thee, dearest, if I say 

The spells that conjure back the hour and place. 

And evermore I look upon thy face. 

As in the spring of years long passed away j 

No fading of thy beauty's rich array. 

No detriment of age on thee I trace. 

But time's defeat written in spoils of grace. 

From rivals robb'd, whom thou didst pity and slay. 

So hath thy growth been, thus thy faith is true. 
Unchanged in change, still to my growing sense. 
To life's desire the same, and nothing new: 
But as thou wert in dream and prescience 
At love's arising, now thou standst to view 
In the broad noon of his magnificence. 



OF LOVE Z77 



S9 

"T'WAS on the very day winter took leave 

Of those fair fields I love, when to the skies 
The fragrant Earth was smiling in surprise 
At that her heaven-descended, quick reprieve, 
I wander'd forth my sorrow to relieve ; 
Yet walk'd amid sweet pleasure in such wise 
As Adam went alone in Paradise, 
Before God of His pity fashion'd Eve. 

And out of tune with all the joy around 
I laid me down beneath a flowering tree, 
And o'er my senses crept a sleep profound • 
In which it seem'd that thou wert given to me, 
Rending my body, where with hurried sound 
I feel my heart beat, when I think of thee. 



,x7.8 THE GROWTH 



do 

Love that I know, love I am wise in, love, 

My strength, my pride, my grace, my skill untaught. 

My faith here upon earth, my hope above. 

My contemplation and perpetual thought : 

The pleasure of my fancy, my heart's fire. 
My joy, my peace, my praise, my happy theme, 
The aim of all my doing, my desire 
Of being, my Ufe by day, by night my dream : 

Love, my sweet melancholy, my distress. 
My pain, my doubt, my trouble, my despair, 
My only folly and unhappiness. 
And in my careless moments still my care : 

O love, sweet love, earthly love, loVe divine, 
Sayst thou to-day, O love, that thou art mine ? 



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61 



The dark and serious angel, who so long 

Vex'd his immortal strength in charge of me, 

Hath smiled for joy and fled in liberty 

To take his pastime with the peerless throng. 

Oft had I done his noble keeping wrong, 

Wounding his heart to wonder what might be 

God's purpose in a soul of such degree ; 

And there he had left me but for mandate strong.- 

But seeing thee with me now, his task at close 
He knoweth, and wherefore he was bid to stay. 
And work confusion of so many foes : 
The thanks that he doth look for, here I pay. 
Yet fear some heavenly envy, as he goes 
Unto what great reward I cannot say. 



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61 

I WILL be what God made me, nor protest 
Against the bent of genius in my time. 
That science of my friends robs all the best. 
While I love beauty, and was born to rhyme. 
Be they our mighty men, and let me dwell 
In shadow among the mighty shades of old, 
With love's forsaken palace for my cell ; 
Whence I look forth and all the world behold, 

And say. These better days, in best things worse, 
This bastardy of time's magnificencej 
Will mend in fashion and throw off the curse. 
To crown new Jove with higher excellence. 

Curs'd tho' I be to live my life alone. 
My toil is for man's joy, his joy my own. 



OF LOVE xii 



63 



I LIVE on hope and that I think do all 
Who come into this world, and since I see 
Myself in swim with such good company, 
I take my comfort whatsoe'er befall, 
I abide and abide, as if more stout and tall 
My spirit would grow by waiting like a tree ; 
And, clear of others' toil, it pleaseth me 
In dreams their quick ambition to forestall. 

And if thro' careless eagerness I slide 
To some accomplishment, I give my voice 
Still to desire, and in desire abide. 
I have no stake abroad ; if I rejoice 
In what is done or doing, I confide 
Neither to friend nor foe my secret choice. 



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64. 



Ye blessed saints, that now in heaven enjoy 
The purchase of those tears, the world's disdain. 
Doth Love still with his war your peace annoy. 
Or hath Death freed you from his ancient pain ? 
Have ye no springtide, and no burst of May 
In flowers and leafy trees, when solemn night 
Pants with love-music, and the holy day 
Breaks on the ear with songs of heavenly light ? 

What make ye and what strive for ? keep ye 
thought 
Of us, or in new excellence divine 
Is old forgot ? or do ye count for nought 
What the. Greek did and what the Florentine ? 

We keep your memories well : O in your store 
Live not our best joys treasured evermore ? 



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6r 

Ah heavenly joy ! But who hath ever heard, 
Who hath seen joy, or who shall ever find 
Joy's language ? There is neither speech nor word ; 
Nought but itself to teach it to mankind. 

Scarce in our twenty thousand painful days 
We may touch something : but there lives — beyond 
The best of art, or nature's kindest phase — 
The hope whereof our spirit is fain and fond : 

The cause of beauty given to man's desires. 
Writ in the expectancy of starry skies. 
The faith which gloweth in our fleeting fires, 
The aim of all the good that here we prize ; 

Which but to love, pursue and pray for well 
Maketh earth heaven, and to forget it, hell. 



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66 

My wearied heart, whenever, after all, 
Its loves and yearnings shall be told complete, 
When gentle death shall bid it cease to beat, 
And from all dear illusions disenthrall : 
However then thou shalt appear to call 
My fearful heart, since down at others' feet 
It bade me kneel so oft, I'll not retreat 
From thee, nor fear before thy feet to fall. 

And I shall say, ' Receive this loving heart 
Which err'd in sorrow only ; and in sin 
Took no delight ; but being forced apart 
From thee, without thee hoping thee to win. 
Most prized what most thou madest as thou art 
On earth, till heaven were open to enter in.' 



OF LOVE ■ i8y 



<S7 

Dreary was winter, wet with changeful sting 
Of clinging snowfall and fast-flying frost ; 
And bitterer northwinds then withheld the spring, 
That dallied with her promise till 'twas lost. 

A sunless and half-hearted summer drown'd 
The flowers in needful and unwelcom'd rain j 
And Autumn with a sad smile fled uncrown'd 
From fruitless orchards and unripen'd grain. 

But could the skies of this most desolate year 
In its last month learn with our love to glow. 
Men yet should rank its cloudless atmosphere 
Above the sunsets of five years ago : 

Of my great praise too part should be its own, 
Now reckon'd peerless for thy love alone. 



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d8 

Away now, lovely Muse, roam and be free : 
Our commerce ends for aye, thy task is done : 
Tho' to win thee I left all else unwon, 
Thou, whom I most have won, art not for me. 
My first desire, thou too foregone must be. 
Thou too, O much lamented now, tho' none 
Will turn to pity thy forsaken son. 
Nor thy divine sisters will weep for thee. 

None will weep for thee : thou return, O Muse, 
To thy Sicilian fields : I once have been 
• On thy loved hills, and where thou first didst use 
Thy sweetly balanced rhyme, O thankless queen, 
Have pluck'd and wreath'd thy flowers ; but do thou 

choose 
Some happier brow to wear thy garlands green. 



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69 



Eternal Father, who didst all create, 
In whom we live, and to whose bosom move, 
To all men be Thy name known, which is Love, 
Till its loud praises sound at heaven's high gate. 
Perfect Thy kingdom in our passing state. 
That here on earth Thou mayst as well approve 
Our service, as Thou ownest theirs above. 
Whose joy we echo and in pain await. 

Grant body and soul each day their daily bread : 
And should in spite of grace fresh woe begin, 
Even as our anger soon is past and dead 
Be Thy remembrance mortal of our sin : 

By Thee in paths of peace Thy sheep be led. 
And in the vale of terror comforted. 




NOTES 



NOTE ON EROS AND PSYCHE. 

This Poem is in all essentials a faithfUl translation 
of Apuleius' story, the chief differences being that 
first, in the way of form, I have, for the sake of 
balance and contrast, chosen to lengthen the intro- 
ductory portion j I have also located the story in 
Crete, and this gives rise to occasional description. 
— The description of the sunset on p. 83 is a portrait 
of the phenomena which followed the great eruption 

of Krakatoa Secondly, in the way of ethic I have 

made a gentler characterization of Psyche, who de- 
serves more care in handling the motives of her con- 
duct than was perhaps felt in Apuleius' time and 
country. 

The acrostic on p. lox is a remnant of my 
original dedication. In the first edition there was 
a note acknowledging the frequent translations from 
the Greek, and other robberies : and in the second, 
in which I altered the spelling, I gave my reasons 
for that, in so far as it is unusual. These reasons 



NOTES 25>i 

I need not repeat here, especially as the spelling is 
not at all as 1 should wish to see it. I advocate 
liberty in these matters instead of the conventional 
tyranny. But I will add here that the main incon- 
sistencies of the punctuation are owing to this 
volume being a reprint of three separate books. 
The stops are intended solely for the readers' con- 
venience • and almost anything is better than the 
regulations of a methodic punctuation, which by 
assuming the possibility of indicating all the varieties 
of grammatical structure and rhythmic pause by four 
symbols, cannot be applied without perpetual vexation 
and injury. 



NOTE ON THE GROWTH OF LOVE. 

It was not my wish or intention to offer these 
sonnets to the public, but since they have been pub- 
lished in America without my permission, and some 
of them have appeared in collections of poetiy in this 
country, and have been mentioned in professional 
criticism, I have thought it wise to come to their 
rescue, and include them in this edition of my 
poems • to which end I have, while this volume was 
in the press, ]-evised them j cutting out ten, and 
amending the worst places in others where I could. 



z^^ 



NOTES 



As they now stand they still make an imperfect 
poem, but one for which I need not further apologize. 

Note on Sonnet XIX. — The octett forms part of my 
' Purcell Commemoration Ode/ published as No. % 
of Elkin Mathews' ' Shilling Garland,' 185)6, and set 
to music by Dr. Hubert Parry. 

XXXV. The argument is partly from Michael 
Angelo's Madrigal xix. 

LXIII. Partly from the anonymous sonnet No. 37^3 
in the Libro reale, ' lo vivo di speranza.' 

LXIV. The first quatrain from Michael Angelo's 
Madrigal, ' Beati voi.' 

LXVII. 'The sunsets of five years ago,' which 
happen to be described on p. 83 of this volume. 

R. B. 
1898.