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:: V E R S E S ::
Sacred and Profane. By
Seumas O'Sullivan. Being
Number Five of the Tower
Press Booklets—Second Series
MAUNSEL & CO., Ltd.,
96 Middle Abbey Street,
Dublin ::
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:: V E R S E S ::
Sacred and Profane. By
Seumas O'Sullivan. Being
Number Five of the Tower
Press Booklets— Second Series
MAUNSEL & CO., Ltd.,
96 Middle Abbey Street,
Dublin :: :: 1908
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To
The Author of
"Songs of a Devotee."
CONTENTS.
EVE AND LILITH 9
SAINT ANTHONY lO
THE MONK 12
CALVARY -13
WINTER 14
IN SAECULA SitCULORUM . , . . 15
A PIPER . . • . . . .16
A FIDDLER 1 7
IN AN IRISH THEATRE . . . . 18
"jE NE VEUX DE PERSONNE AUPRES DE
MA TRISTESSE " 1 9
TO EITHNE 20
DAY AND NIGHT 2 1
ON THE DEATH OF A CHILD . , ,22
A VERSE-EPISTLE 23
TO A POET 25
COMMUNION 26
PESSIMISTS 27
POPLARS 28
VIRGINIBUS PUERISQUE . . . . 3I
A POET 32
GLASNEVIN, OCTOBER 9TH, I9O4 . . 33
TO A GREEK POET 34
Though^ late in a too travelled world,
From no far land our sails are furled
For harbour, yet perchance, we bring
Tokens of further wandering,
For, it may be, our sadder hearts
Have dealt in more enchanted marts
Than those old singers, and our eyes
Have gathered costlier merchandise.
Witness ij in our song there be.
For that fierce olden ecstasy.
For that old singing wild and brave.
Magic of wood and wind and wa'Ve,
For old high thoughts that clashed like swords,
A wisdom winnowed from light words.
EVE AND LILITH
With Adam I have mourned for Lilith
flown,
Yea, walked disconsolate in Paradise
Through the green ways of Eden unconsoled,
Though by my side young Eve went wondering
And whispering with her young grace that
made
The loveliness of Eden lovelier.
Till, finding unavailing all her ways
And each caress, taught by her woman's love.
That is more subtle than the mind of God,
She found, devised, and perfected a plan
Which, brought to full fruition, closed on me
For evermore, that Eden she abhorred.
Where my sad heart could have but thought
of one
Who walked there in the morning of the
world.
SAINT ANTHONY
All day Saint Anthony, twixt tear and moan
Had battled with weak heart, and now almost
His strength had failed him when the phantom
host
Suddenly vanished and he was alone.
Half fearing still, he raised from the cold stone
His head sweat-bathed and weary, and his
heart
Failed him almost, for by his side one stood
Lovelier than all the vanished multitude.
No longer he resisted, but stretched up
Weak hands desirous, wildly thrown apart,
Past the white limbs, past the round breasts,
to where
The long and delicate tendrils of light hair
Caressed, wind-rippled, the brow's ivory.
Then, shrieking, on his face. Saint Anthony
Fell, for he knew the splendour of that face.
The eyes, that, full of pity, full of grace.
Looked on him from the white brow's Sanctity.
It was the Virgin Mother of his Lord.
Prostrate, half senseless, in his swoon he heard
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The voice which sang his infant Lord to rest
Sound clear through the wild tumult of his
breast,
*'I, too, was beautiful, O Anthony".
I I
THE MONK
I go with silent feet and slow
As all my black-robed brothers go ;
I dig a while and read and pray,
So portion out my pious day
Until the evening time, and then
Work at my book with cunning pen.
If she would turn to me a while,
If she would turn to me and smile,
My book would be no more to me
Than some forgotten phantasy.
And God no more unto my mind
Than a dead leaf upon the wind.
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CALVARY
Sweetheart, be brave and face with me
The thing that we have done ;
Lo, in the quiet garden now
He prayeth all alone —
The Lord we have betrayed ; yet wc
May go with him to Calvary.
Even now the brutal soldiery,
With lust of slaughter mad,
Wait by the quiet garden, where
He went secure and glad.
Sweetheart, there is sad comfort, sec,
Three crosses crown our Calvary.
13
WINTER
Why will you plague me with your loveliness ?
Can you not see
How vain is every grace and each caress ?
Prithee let be.
Your beauty is no less than when we kept
The summer that we knew ;
But it is winter, sweet, you should have slept
The winter through.
For what avail your kisses and your sighs,
The lovely splendour of your tear-bright eyes?
Less than a little wine
Poured out upon the grave
Of some old glad and brave
Dead singer of the vine.
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IN SAECULA S^CULORUM
Down to the grass the chestnufs sway
A shower of undissolved snow
With flowery laughter — can they know,
With every little wind of May
Their loveliness must drift away ?
O falling blossoms laughing still,
What secrets have your branches stored
Deep in your sun-steeped blossoms' hoard,
That so your wealth of bloom is poured
Forth to the Sun and the winds' will ?
Lo ! all their branches flash to me
Their scorn of such a questioning.
With light, a silvery sound, they sing:
Our will, is with the will of spring
And all the years desire ; and we
Die thus into eternity.
15
A PIPER
A PIPER in the streets to-day,
Set up, and tuned, and started to play,
And away, away, away on the tide
Of his music we started ; on every side
Doors and windows were opened wide.
And men left down their work and came,
And women with petticoats coloured like
flame.
And little bare feet that were blue with cold,
Went dancing back to the age of gold,
And all the world went gay, went gay.
For half an hour in the street to-day. ^
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A FIDDLER
All day long about the town,
He had wandered up and down
From street to street, from drink to drink ;
At evening he began to think,
" Better, far better, to be dead
Where no thought could find out my head ;
Lying in some green place apart
No sorrow could find out my heart ;
Laid in the quiet there alone
I should have all my dreams my own ;
For, though they know not, when I play
(These fools), I give my dreams away."
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IN AN IRISH THEATRE
We are not kingly born :
Why should we mourn
The Sons of Usna left companionless,
Deirdre's sad loveliness ?
Surely it fits us better to be gay
In this our little day,
And singing dance, and flash our midget wings
Over the surfaces of things.
Until the sorrow-heavy years return
Bearing full many a sorrow, many an urn
Wherein earth's kingliest ones so long havg
slept
Austere, unwept.
For it may be when we have danced our
round
And known all joys that are above the ground,
That we too will be taught in some sad
school
How to mourn for the kingly and beautiful.
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«JE NE VEUX DE PERSONNE
AUPRES DE MA TRISTESSE"
— Henri de Regnibk.
Nay, sweet, my grief and I, we may not
brook
Even your light footfall, even your shy look.
Even your light hand that touches carelessly
The faded ribbon in the closed-up book.
Let be ; my door is closed for this one day.
Nor may morn*s freshness through my window
stray ;
My heart is a guest-chamber, and awaits
Sorrow, a sweet shy guest from far away.
Shyly it comes from its far distant home,
O keep a silence lest its voice be dumb ;
For every man that lives and laughs and loves
Must hear that whisper when his hour has
come.
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TO EITHNE
All the swift loveliness your girlhood knew
Is hid away ;
No longer, unregarded as they flew,
Your tresses play ;
Yet there is something in your mien and
mood
More gravely gay.
No more a child's distress of tears unshed
Troubles your mind ;
No longer, with sweet tears for a flower dead
Your eyes grow blind ;
But, sweetheart, there is something in your
eyes
More wisely kind.
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DAY AND NIGHT
While still the dusk was magical,
And night an unknown way,
I watched the evening shadows fall,
Impatient of the day.
And now when night's a travelled land,
Dusk a familiar face,
I seek from day's departing hand
A sacramental grace.
21
ON THE DEATH OF A CHILD
(From the Japanese.)
Nay, but he is so young, and feet so small
Must stumble on the way, and he will falL
I will go down to him who rules the night
And say " Lo this I give thee, so thou take
The little lad upon thy back, and make
His path over the sunless meadow light."
22
A VERSE-EPISTLE
It seems but yesterday since you and I
On these same rocks, under the self-same sky,
Lay all day, naked, while the mirrored sun
Beat on us from the blue, till we grew one
With all that cloudless world of sea and land:
Knowing a life we could but understand
Each through the other's silence: and too wise
To still with any speech such silences.
And now there is no blue sky anywhere
In all the wet gray world, but in the air
The salt wind stings with sense of storm and
death.
And silence holds the heart and stills the
breath.
Yet in the very silence once again
I look to you out of a world of men.
By sorrow grown forgetful of the Spring
That hides beyond the gray of everything.
And in the silence I once more have won
The life we lived together in the sun.
And thus it is that I have come to know
There is no way henceforth that we must go —
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0 friend, I think even when we are dead
There is no path whatever we can tread,
But each will find the other by his side
Within the call of silence, though the tide
Of Stygian waters dashed on us, and made
The very ghosts go howling and afraid.
1 know I will remember even as now
The courage of the heart I knew, the brow
Bright still with some unrisen sun of hope.
I will remember these, and I will grope
Even in the darkness, I will stretch my hand
And find you there, and we will understand,
Where silence, such as holds the heaven, keeps-
The solitude of those unsounded deeps.
24
TO A POET
I TOO, with Ireland, loved you long ago
Because you sang, as none but you could
sing.
The cause we hold the dearest ; now I know
How vain your love was, and how mean a
thing.
And not to you whose heart went anywhere
Her sorrow's holy heritage belongs :
You could have made of any other air
The little careful mouthfuls of your songs.
25
COMMUNION
For solace of all lonely things
That have no heed of day or night,
Beside the poplars, grey and still.
Beside the poplars still and high,
Where bats fly whistling in dim light.
And draw the night on with their wings.
And dark, unmoving shadows lie
On paths that know strange visitings,
I go with will like the wind's will
For solace of earth-exiled things.
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PESSIMISTS
The world-fruit withers on the tree
Since there is none to pluck, for we
Who walk beneath the burdened boughs
Go sadly, with earth-bending brows
Saying " In some age of old
These branches bowed with living gold."
Saying " Earth's latest fruit is shed
And all her sweetness harvested."
And only when some golden gift
Falls at our very feet, we lift
Our heads awhile and, sighing, say
" How strangely in earth's memory stay
These quaint half-hidden things that hold
Something of the age of gold."
27
POPLARS
Surely no lovelier forms their shadowy
kingdom owns
Than these tall poplars bending, swaying,
each upon
Its own light shadow, even as those unbodied
ones
Swaying in some sad dance by shady
Acheron,
28
SONNETS
VIRGINIBUS PUERISQUE
Fair maids ye are, but queens by beauty's
right,
And with your years your sovereignty decays;
Then think upon the errors of your ways,
O think, ye maids, while yet your eyes are
bright
And shine elate with that high conquering
light.
That ye will surely come on darker days,
As dew caught lingering by the morning rays,
As fleetest day thats dipt by surly night.
And you, poor fool, that waste your breath
in sighs,
Mouse-hearted lover, lift your head and laugh.
Lift up your head and list to me, and quaff
This toast I give " To any lady's eyes."
For one bee wanting who will burn the hive?
And beauty is a sea where all may dive.
31
A POET
The music of the bending river reed
Thai hears the whisper of the wind of
Spring
Was in his song ; you would have thought
indeed
That Pan himself had taught him how to
sing.
But he had wisdom Pan could never teach,
Nor any Faun or Satyr ever knew,
A sorrow and a joy beyond the reach
Of any one of all their heartless crew.
He sang the joy of boyhood's careless day,
And all the sweet distress of maidenhood.
And knowledge proved in every lightest lay
Of things whereon the hearts of poets brood;
And strong he was to wrestle with and throw
The fear no deathless thing can ever know.
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GLASNEVIN, OCTOBER qth, 1904
They peer about his grave with curious eyes,
And for his sin they pity him, their chief,
With miserable mockery of grief ;
Beyond their littleness serene he lies.
Nor heeds the insult of their sympathies.
This man pre-eminent by strong belief
In his own heart — a little while, for brief
The resting-time is when a hero dies.
Near to God's heart by greatness of thy heart,
And nearer by thy sin, O strong of will !
Send out thy spirit like a sword and kill
Their littleness ; no longer dwell apart ;
Send forth thy spirit like a flame, and burn
Through these a pathway for thy soul's return.
33
TO A GREEK POET
O HAPPY hearted singer of a day
So golden that its very memory
Can stir the heart to sing its ecstasy,
A rivulet to the ocean of your lay.
O heart of golden fire, could you not stay
This leaden age that never more will see
White Aphrodite's naked majesty
Gleam suddenly out of the w^hite sea spray.
Or Bacchus laughing through his wine-wet
hair ?
For chastity that wont to dwell apart
Timid and veiled, seeks now no hidden place,
But like a strumpet certain of her art
Shows in the daylight unashamed her face,
And Love your Lord is crownless everywhere.
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I.* SOIVP IRISH ESSAYS. By A. E.
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