He murmureth out he is content to dwell In the Cold Clime for ever, so Thou sendest The Lord mused. Still, Scarce audible trembled the Waters of Life — Swam in a lustrous dream. Then said the Lord: In all the waste of worlds there dwelleth not The basest Mortal born. Yet 't is not meet Should trouble my eternal Sabbath-day. To share the exile of this Man accurst, That he may cease the shrill pain of his cry, Hushedly, hushedly, Snowed down the Thought Divine — the living Waters Murmured and darkened. But like mournful mist That hovers o'er an autumn pool, two Shapes, Beautiful, human, glided to the Gate And waited. 'What art thou?' in a stern voice The Seraph said, with dreadful forefinger Pointing to one. A gentle voice replied, 'I will go forth with him whom ye call curst! He grew within my womb - my milk was white Upon his lips. I will go forth with him!' 'And thou?' the Seraph said. The second Shape I have kist his lips, I have lain upon his breast, I will go forth with him!' Then said the Lord, 'What Shapes are these who speak?' The Seraph an swered: 'The woman who bore him and the wife he wed The one he slew in anger — the other he stript, With ravenous claws, of raiment and of food.' Then said the Lord, 'Doth the Man hear?' 'He hears,' Answered the Seraph; 'like a wolf he lies, Venomous, bloody, dark, a thing accurst, And hearkeneth, with no sign!' Then said the Lord : Hushedly, hushedly, hushedly, In heaven fell the Snow of Thought Divine, And melting, as with slow and lingering pace, The Shapes stole forth into the windy cold, And saw the thing that lay and throbbed and lived, And stooped above him. Then one reached a hand And touched him, and the fierce thing shrank and spat, Hiding his face. 'Have they beheld the Man?' The Lord said; and the Seraph answered, 'Yea;' And the Lord said again, 'What doth the Man?' 'He lieth like a log in the wild blast, And as he lieth, lo! one sitting takes His head into her lap, and moans his name, Then said the Lord, 'Will they go forth with him?' A voice replied, I will go forth with him!' Still hushedly Snowed down the Thought Divine, the Waters of Life Flowed softly, sadly; for an alien sound, A piteous human cry, a sob forlorn Thrilled to the heart of Heaven. The Man wept. And in a voice of most exceeding peace The Lord said (while against the Breast Divine The Waters of Life leapt, gleaming, gladdening): 'The Man is saved; let the Man enter in!' FROM THE CORUISKEN SONNETS.' 4 II. WE ARE FATHERLESS. I FOUND Thee not by the starved widow's bed, And heard a thousand call Thee, wretched-eyed, Into these wastes, and raised my hands, and cried: VI. LORD, ART THOU HERE? LORD, art Thou here? far from the citied zones, Hushing Thy breath to awful undertones, How shall I ask Thee why Thou dwell'st with stones, XXXIV. QUIET WATERS. O RAINBOW, Rainbow, on the livid height As pink wild-roses' leaves, why dost thou gleam Art thou a promise? Come those hues and dyes THE BALLAD OF JUDAS ISCARIOT. 'T WAS the body of Judas Iscariot Lay in the Field of Blood; Black was the earth by night, Black, black were the broken clouds, 'Twas the body of Judas Iscariot |