Thou Trade! thou king of the modern days! Change thy ways, Change thy ways; Let the sweaty laborers file A little while, A little while, Where Art and Nature sing and smile. Like as a blush that while 'tis red Thereto a thrilling calm succeeds, That seems to blow by sea-marsh weeds: Then from the gentle stir and fret Sings out the melting clarionet, Like as a lady sings while yet Her eyes with salty tears are wet. "O Trade! O Trade!" the Lady said, If all thy heart is in thy head. O purchased lips that kiss with pain! O cheeks coin-spotted with smirch and stain ! 201 211 221 231 241 251 O trafficked hearts that break in twain ! -And yet what wonder at my sisters' crime? Ah, not in these cold merchantable days ing? why? I would my lover kneeling at my feet In humble manliness should cry, O sweet! I know not if thy heart my heart will greet : Woe him that cunning trades in hearts contrives! If men loved larger, larger were our lives; And wooed they nobler, won they nobler wives.” There thrust the bold straightforward horn To battle for that lady lorn, With heartsome voice of mellow scorn, "Fair Lady. For God shall right thy grievous wrong, And man shall sing thee a true-love song, Voiced in act his whole life long, Where's he that craftily hath said, Fair Lady. Is Honor gone into his grave ? And Selfhood turned into a slave Hath Faith become a caitiff knave, To work in Mammon's cave, Will Truth's long blade ne'er gleam again? All great contempts of mean-got gain Fair Lady? For aye shall name and fame be sold, And place be hugged for the sake of gold, At Crime all money-bold, Fair Lady? Shall self-wrapt husbands aye forget Wherewith sweet wifely eyes are wet Blind to lips kiss-wise set— Fair Lady? Shall lovers higgle, heart for heart, Where much for little, and all for part, Fair Lady? 261 271 281 291 301 311 321 Shall woman scorch for a single sin Shall ne'er prevail the woman's plea, Fair Lady? Shall Trade aye salve his conscience-aches Fair Lady? Now by each knight that e'er hath prayed Fair Lady, I dare avouch my faith is bright That God doth right and God hath might. Fair Lady. I doubt no doubts: I strive, and shrive my clay, Fair Lady." Made end that knightly horn, and spurred away And then the hautboy played and smiled, 66 "Huge Trade!" he said, Would thou wouldst lift me on thy head And run where'er my finger led! Once said a Man-and wise was He Never shalt thou the heavens see, Save as a little child thou be." Then o'er sea-lashings of commingling tunes Like weird Gray-beard Old harpers sitting on the high sea-dunes, Chanted runes: "Bright-waved gain, gray-waved loss, "Life! Life! thou sea-fugue, writ from east to west, Love, Love alone can pore On thy dissolving score Blotted ere writ, And double erasings Of chords most fit. Yea, Love, sole rnusic-master blest, May read thy weltering palimpsest. To follow Time's dying melodies through, 331 341 351 |