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He put a word, and knowledge in my

SAPPHO
heart,
When I was fast bound of his enemies'

ON THE CLIFFS
hands
An oarsman on their galleys, and beheld LOVE's priestess, mad with pain and joy of
From off the sea whereon I sat in chains

song,
The walls wherein I knew that I there Song's priestess, mad with joy and pain of
bound

love, Should one day witness of him ; and this Name above all names that are lights pledge

above, Hath God redeem'd not ? Nay then, in We have lov'd, prais'd, pitied, crown'd,

and done thee wrong, If that false word fell unfulfill’d of mine, O thou past praise and pity ; thou the sole Heed ye not now nor hear me when I Utterly deathless, perfect only and whole say

Immortal, body and soul. That for this woman's sake shall God cut For over all whom time hath overpast off

The shadow of sleep inexorable is cast, The hand that spares her as the hand that The implacable sweet shadow of perfect shields,

sleep And make their memory who take part

That gives not back what life gives death with her

to keep ; As theirs who stood for Baal against the Yea, all that liv'd and lov'd and sang and Lord

sinn'd With Ahab's daughter; for her reign and

Are all borne down death's cold, sweet, end

soundless wind
Shall be like Athaliah's, as her birth That blows all night and knows not whom
Was from the womb of Jezebel, that slew

its breath,
The prophets, and made foul 'with blood Darkling, may touch to death :
and fire

But one that wind hath touch'd and changed
The same land's face that now her seed

not, makes foul

Whose body and soul are parcel of the With whoredoms and with witchcrafts; yet

sun ;

One that earth's fire could burn not, nor Peace, where is no peace, while the adul

the sea terous blood

Quench ; nor might human doom take hold Feeds yet with life and sin the murderous on thee ; heart

All praise, all pity, all dreams have done That hath brought forth a wonder to the

thee wrong, world

All love, with eyes love-blinded from And to all time a terror ; and this blood

above ; The hands are clean that shed, and they Song's priestess

, mad with joy and pain of

love, In God's just sight spotted as foul as

Love's priestess, mad with pain and joy of

song
If then this guilt shall cleave to you or no,
And to your children's children, for her

Hast thou none other answer then for me sake,

Than the air may have of thee, for God needs no man that is Or the earth's warm woodlands girdling loth

with green girth To serve him, and no word but his own

Thy secret, sleepless, burning life on earth, work

Or even the sea that once, being woman To bind and loose their hearts who hear

crown'd

And girt with fire and glory of anguish Such things as speak what I lack words to

round, say.

Thou wert so fain to seek to, fain to crave

one

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Cain's.

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If she would hear thee and save

Till youth at last, ere yet youth be not, And give thee comfort of thy great green

learn grave ?

The kind wise word that falls from years Because I have known thee always who

that fall thou art,

Hope thou not much, and fear thou not Thou knowest, bave known thee to thy

at all." heart's own heart, Nor ever have given light ear to storied song

ON THE DEATHS OF THOMAS That did thy sweet name sweet unwitting CARLYLE AND GEORGE ELIOT

wrong, Nor ever have call'd thee nor would call Two souls diverse out of our human sight for shame,

Pass, follow'd one with love and each with Thou knowest, but inly by thine only name,

wonder: Sappho — because I have known thee and The stormy sophist with his mouth of thunlov'd, hast thou

der, None other answer now?

Cloth'd with loud words and mantled in As brother and sister were we, child and

the might bird,

Of darkness and magnificence of night ; Since thy first Lesbian word

And one whose eye could smite the night Flam'd on me, and I knew not whence I

in sunder, knew,

Searching if light or no light were thereThis was the song that struck my whole

under, soul through,

And found in love of loving - kindness Pierced my keen spirit of sense with edge light. more keen,

Duty divine and Thought with eyes of fire Even when I knew not,

even ere sooth Still following Righteousness with deep was seen,

desire When thou wast but the tawny sweet wing'd Shone sole and stern before her and thing

above, Whose cry was but of spring.

Sure stars and sole to steer by ; but more

sweet

Shone lower the loveliest lamp for earthly HOPE AND FEAR

feet,

The light of little children, and their love. BENEATH the shadow of dawn's aerial

cope, With eyes enkindled as the sun's own sphere,

HERTHA Hope from the front of youth in godlike cheer

I AM that which began ; Looks Godward, past the shades where

Out of me the years roll ; blind men grope

Out of me God and man; Round the dark door that prayers nor

I am equal and Whole; dreams can ope,

God changes, and man, and the form of And makes for joy the very darkness dear them bodily ; I am the soul. That gives her wide wings play; nor dreams that fear

Before ever land was, At noon may rise and pierce the heart of

Before ever the sea, hope.

Or soft hair of the grass, Then, when the soul leaves off to dream

Or fair limbs of the tree,

Or the flesh-color'd fruit of my branches, May truth first purge her eyesight to dis I was, and thy soul was in me. What once being known leaves time no First life on my sources power to appal ;

First drifted and swam ;

and yearn,

cern

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All forms of all faces,

All works of all hands
In unsearchable places

Of time-stricken lands,
All death all life, and all reigns and all

ruins, drop through me as sands.

I that saw where ye trod

The dim paths of the night
Set the shadow call'd God

In your skies to give light;
But the morning of manhood is risen, and

the shadowless soul is in sight.
The tree many-rooted

That swells to the sky
With frondage red-fruited,

The life-tree am I ;
In the buds of your lives is the sap of my

leaves : ye shall live and not die.
But the Gods of

your

fashion
That take and that give,
In their pity and passion

That scourge and forgive,
They are worms that are bred in the bark
that falls off: they shall die and not live.
My own blood is what stanches

The wounds in my bark :
Stars caught in my branches

Make day of the dark,
And are worshipp'd as suns till the sunrise

shall tread out their fires as a spark.

Though sore be my burden

And more than ye know,
And my growth have no guerdon

But only to grow,
Yet I fail not of growing for lightnings

above me or deathworms below.
These too have their part in me,

As I too in these ;
Such fire is at heart in me,

Such sap is this tree's,
Which hath in it all sounds and all secrets

of infinite lands and of seas.

In the spring-color'd hours

When my mind was as May's,
There brake forth of me flowers

By centuries of days,
Strong blossoms with perfume of man-

hood, shot out from my spirit as rays.

Where dead ages hide under

The live roots of the tree,
In my darkness the thunder

Makes utterance of me ;
In the clash of my boughs with each other

ye hear the waves sound of the sea.
That noise is of Time,

As his feathers are spread
And his feet set to climb

Through the boughs overhead, And my foliage rings round him and rustles,

and branches are bent with his tread.

And the sound of them springing

And smell of their shoots
Were as warmth and sweet singing

And strength to my roots ;
And the lives of my children made perfect

with freedom of soul were my fruits.

The storm-winds of ages

Blow through me and cease,
The war-wind that rages,

The spring-wind of peace,
Ere the breath of them roughen my tresses,

ere one of my blossoms increase.
All sounds of all changes,

All shadows and lights
On the world's mountain-ranges

And stream-riven heights,
Whose tongue is the wind's tongue and lan-

guage of storm-clouds on earth-shaking nights;

I bid you but be ;

I have need not of prayer ;
I have need of you free

As your mouths of mine air ; That my heart may be greater within me,

beholding the fruits of me fair.
More fair than strange fruit is

Of faith ye espouse ;
In me only the root is

That blooms in your boughs; Behold now your God that ye made you,

to feed him with faith of your vows.

In the darkening and whitening

Abysses ador'd,
With dayspring and lightning

For lamp and for sword,
God thunders in heaven, and his angels are

red with the wrath of the Lord.

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