We two were married, due and legal: Honest we 've lived since we 've been one. Lord! I could then jump like an eagle: You danced bright as a bit o' the sun. Birds in a May-bush we were! right merry! All night we kiss'd, we juggled all day. Joy was the heart of Juggling Jerry! Now from his old girl he 's juggled away. It's past parsons to console us : No, nor no doctor fetch for me: I can die without my bolus; Two of a trade, lass, never agree! Parson and Doctor! - don't they love rarely, Fighting the devil in other men's fields! Stand up yourself and match him fairly: Then see how the rascal yields! I, lass, have lived no gipsy, flaunting Finery while his poor helpmate grubs: Coin I've stored, and you won't be wanting: You sha'n't beg from the troughs and tubs. Nobly you 've stuck to me, though in his kitchen Many a Marquis would hail you Cook! Palaces you could have ruled and grown rich in, But your old Jerry you never forsook. Hand up the chirper! ripe ale winks in it; Let's have comfort and be at peace. Once a stout draught made me light as a linnet. Cheer up! the Lord must have his lease. May be for none see in that black hollow It 's just a place where we 're held in pawn, And, when the Great Juggler makes as to swallow, It's just the sword trick - I ain't quite gone! Yonder came smells of the gorse, so nutty, Gold-like and warm: it's the prime of May. Better than mortar, brick and putty, Is God's house on a blowing day. Lean me more up the mound; now I feel it: All the old heath-smells! Ain't it strange? There's the world laughing, as if to conceal it, But He's by us, juggling the change. I mind it well, by the sea-beach lying, Once it's long gone when two gulls we beheld, Which, as the moon got up, were flying Down a big wave that sparked and swelled. Crack, went a gun: one fell: the second Wheeled round him twice, and was off for new luck: There in the dark her white wing beckon'd: Drop me a kiss I'm the bird deadstruck! LUCIFER IN STARLIGHT ON a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend Above the rolling ball in cloud part screened, Where sinners hugged their spectre of re pose. Poor prey to his hot fit of pride were those. And now upon his western wing he leaned, Now his huge bulk o'er Afric's sands careened, Now the black planet shadowed Arctic snows. Soaring through wider zones that pricked his scars With memory of the old revolt from Awe, He reached a middle height, and at the stars, Which are the brain of heaven, he looked, and sank. Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law. SENSE AND SPIRIT THE senses loving Earth or well or ill, not By trimming fear-bred tales; nor does the will To find in nature things which less may chill An ardour that desires, unknowing what. Till we conceive her living we go distraught, At best but circle-windsails of a mill. Seeing she lives, and of her joy of life Creatively has given us blood and breath For endless war and never wound unhealed, The gloomy Wherefore of our battle-field Solves in the Spirit, wrought of her through strife To read her own and trust her down to death. THE SPIRIT OF SHAKESPEARE [1862.] THY greatest knew thee, Mother Earth; unsoured He knew thy sons. He probed from hell to hell Of human passions, but of love deflowered His wisdom was not, for he knew thee well. Thence came the honeyed corner at his lips, The conquering smile wherein his spirit sails Calm as the God who the white sea-wave whips, Yet full of speech and intershifting tales, Close mirrors of us: thence had he the laugh We feel is thine: broad as ten thousand beeves At pasture! thence thy songs, that winnow chaff From grain, bid sick Philosophy's last leaves Whirl, if they have no response - they enforced To fatten Earth when from her soul divorced. THE SPIRIT OF SHAKESPEARE How smiles he at a generation ranked Unwitting 't was the goad of personal pain, To view in curst eclipse our Mother's mind, And show us of some rigid harridan The wretched bondmen till the end of time. O lived the Master now to paint us Man, That little twist of brain would ring a chime Of whence it came and what it caused, to start Thunders of laughter, clearing air and heart. HARD WEATHER [1888.] BURSTS from a rending East in flaws The young green leaflet's harrier, sworn To strew the garden, strip the shaws, And show our Spring with banner torn. Was ever such virago morn? The wind has teeth, the wind has claws. All the wind's wolves through woods are loose The wild wind's falconry aloft. It seems a scythe, it seems a rod. Is the land ship? we are rolled, we drive It peeps, it becks; 't is day, 't is night. Interpret me the savage whirr: Look in the face of men who fare To twist with him and take his bruise. The common strokes of fortune shower, Our wits may clasp to wax in power. Yea, feel us warmer at her breast, Behold the life at ease; it drifts. Whence pluck they brain, her prize of gifts, Sky of the senses! on which height, They see how spirit comes to light, Which Measure tames to movement sane, Unheeding, bent on life to come. THE THRUSH IN FEBRUARY [1888.] I KNOW him, February's thrush, On sprays that paw the naked bush Where soon will sprout the thorns and bines. Now ere the foreign singer thrills Our vale his plain-song pipe he pours, My study, flanked with ivied fir He neighbours, piping to his world: The wooded pathways dank on brown, And farther, they may hear along But most he loves to front the vale Vermilion wings, by distance held A little south of coloured sky; Remote, not alien; still, not cold; Then Earth her sweet unscented breathes; His Island voice then shall you hear, From such a twilight of the year He sings me, out of Winter's throat, The young time with the life ahead; And my young time his leaping note Recalls to spirit-mirth from dead. Imbedded in a land of greed, Of mammon-quakings dire as Earth's, To light and song my yearning aimed; So mine are these new fruitings rich Who feel the Coming young as aye, One voice to cheer the seedling Now. Full lasting is the song, though he, With that I bear my senses fraught Nought else are we when sailing brave, Across the river of the death, Their close. Meanwhile, O twilight bird The City of the smoky fray; They scorned the ventral dream of peace, Just reason based on valiant blood, Were men of Earth made wise in watch. Though now the numbers count as drops She smites with pangs of worse than brute. A slayer, yea, as when she pressed Her savage to the slaughter-heaps, To sacrifice she prompts her best: She reaps them as the sower reaps. But read her thought to speed the race, Her double visage, double voice, Since Pain and Pleasure on each hand The sighting brain her good decree Is more, no mask; a flame, a stream. And why the sons of Strength have been Love born of knowledge, love that gains The meaning of the Pleasures, Pains, For love we Earth, then serve we all; Earth, from a night of frosty wreck, Enrobed in morning's mounted fire, When lowly, with a broken neck, The crocus lays her cheek to mire. OUTER AND INNER [1888.] I FROM twig to twig the spider weaves So near to mute the zephyrs flute The sun draws out of hazel leaves I wake a swarm to sudden storm II Along my path is bugloss blue, The blackest shadow, nurse of dew, III My world I note ere fancy comes, Through antlered mosswork strive. IV I neighbour the invisible So close that my consent Is only asked for spirits masked To leap from trees and flowers. And this because with them I dwell In thought, while calmly bent To read the lines dear Earth designs Shall speak her life on ours. V Accept, she says; it is not hard NATURE AND LIFE [1888.] I LEAVE the uproar: at a leap Seed for seedling, swathe for swathe. II Fruitful is it so: but hear They our running harvests bear: DIRGE IN WOODS A WIND sways the pines, Not a breath of wild air; Rushes life in a race, As the clouds the clouds chase; And we drop like the fruits of the tree, MEDITATION UNDER STARS [1888.] WHAT links are ours with orbs that are The solitary asks, and they To us who would of Life obtain The breath of thought, who would divine As Earth; have our desire to know; Win space from cleaving brain; Those visible immortals beam Remote they wane to gaze intense: Prolong it, and in ruthlessness they smite The beating heart behind the ball of sight: Till we conceive their heavens hoar, Those lights they raise but sparkles frore, And Earth, our blood-warm Earth, a shuddering prey To that frigidity of brainless ray. |