THE DISCOVERY

FROM THE PSALM OF THE WEST'

Santa Maria, well thou tremblest down the wave, Thy Pinta far abow, thy Niña nigh astern: Columbus stands in the night alone, and, passing grave,

Yearns o'er the sea as tones o'er under-silence

yearn.

Heartens his heart as friend befriends his friend

less brave,

Makes burn the faiths that cool, and cools the doubts that burn:

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""Twixt this and dawn, three hours my soul will smite

With prickly seconds, or less tolerably

With dull-blade minutes flatwise slapping me. Wait, Heart! Time moves.-Thou lithe young Western Night,

Just-crowned king, slow riding to thy right,

Would God that I might straddle mutiny Calm as thou sitt'st yon never-managed sea, Balk'st with his balking, fliest with his flight, Giv'st supple to his rearings and his falls,

Nor dropp'st one coronal star about thy brow Whilst ever dayward thou art steadfast drawn! Yea, would I rode these mad contentious brawls No damage taking from their If and How,

Nor no result save galloping to my Dawn!

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"My Dawn? my Dawn? How if it never break? How if this West by other Wests is pieced,

And these by vacant Wests on Wests increased—
One Pain of Space, with hollow ache on ache
Throbbing and ceasing not for Christ's own sake?-
Big perilous theorem, hard for king and priest:

Pursue the West but long enough, 'tis East!
Oh, if this watery world no turning take!

Oh, if for all my logic, all my dreams,

Provings of that which is by that which seems, Fears, hopes, chills, heats, hastes, patiences, droughts, tears,

Wife-grievings, slights on love, embezzled years,
Hates, treaties, scorns, upliftings, loss and gain,—
This earth, no sphere, be all one sickening plane!

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35 "Or, haply, how if this contrarious West,

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That me by turns hath starved, by turns hath
fed,

Embraced, disgraced, beat back, solicited,
Have no fixed heart of Law within his breast,
Or with some different rhythm doth e'er contest
Nature in the East? Why, 'tis but three weeks
fled

I saw my Judas needle shake his head

And flout the Pole that, East, he Lord confessed!
God! if this West should own some other Pole,
And with his tangled ways perplex my soul
Until the maze grow mortal, and I die

Where distraught Nature clean hath gone astray, On earth some other wit than Time's at play, Some other God than mine above the sky!

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"Now speaks mine other heart with cheerier seem-
ing:

Ho, Admiral! o'er-defalking to thy crew
Against thyself, thyself far overfew

To front yon multitudes of rebel scheming?

Come, ye wild twenty years of heavenly dreaming!
Come, ye wild weeks since first this canvas drew
Out of vexed Palos ere the dawn was blue,
O'er milky waves about the bows full-creaming!
Come set me round with many faithful spears
Of confident remembrance-how I crushed
Cat-lived rebellions, pitfalled treasons, hushed
Scared husbands' heart-break cries on distant
wives,

Made cowards blush at whining for their lives,
Watered my parching souls, and dried their tears.

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"Ere we Gomera cleared, a coward cried,
Turn, turn: here be three caravels ahead,
From Portugal, to take us: we are dead!
Hold Westward, pilot, calmly I replied.
So when the last land down the horizon died,

Go back, go back! they prayed: our hearts are

lead.

Friends, we are bound into the West, I said.

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Then passed the wreck of a mast upon our side.
See (so they wept) God's Warning! Admiral,
turn!-

Steersman, I said, hold straight into the West.
Then down the night we saw the meteor burn.
So do the very heavens in fire protest:

Good Admiral, put about! O Spain, dear Spain!–
Hold straight into the West, I said again.

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"Next drive we o'er the slimy-weeded sea. Lo! herebeneath (another coward cries) The cursed land of sunk Atlantis lies:

This slime will suck us down-turn while thou'rt
free!-

But no! I said, Freedom bears West for me!
Yet when the long-time stagnant winds arise,
And day by day the keel to westward flies,
My Good my people's Ill doth come to be:
Ever the winds into the West do blow;

Never a ship, once turned, might homeward go;
Meanwhile we speed into the lonesome main.

For Christ's sake, parley, Admiral! Turn, before
We sail outside all bounds of help from pain!—
Our help is in the West, I said once more.

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"So when there came a mighty cry of Land!

And we clomb up and saw, and shouted strong
Salve Regina! all the ropes along,

But knew at morn how that a counterfeit band

Of level clouds had aped a silver strand;

So when we heard the orchard-bird's small song,
And all the people cried, A hellish throng
To tempt us onward by the Devil planned,
Yea, all from hell-keen heron, fresh green weeds,
Pelican, tunny-fish, fair tapering reeds,
Lie-telling lands that ever shine and die

In clouds of nothing round the empty sky.
Tired Admiral, get thee from this hell, and rest!-
Steersman, I said, hold straight into the West.

VIII

"I marvel how mine eye, ranging the Night, From its big circling ever absently

Returns, thou large low Star, to fix on thee.
Maria! Star? No star: a Light, a Light!
Wouldst leap ashore, Heart? Yonder burns-a
Light.

Pedro Gutierrez, wake! come up to me.
I prithee stand and gaze about the sea:
What seest? Admiral, like as land-a Light!
Well! Sanchez of Segovia, come and try:
What seest? Admiral, naught but sea and sky!
Well! But I saw It. Wait! the Pinta's gun!
Why, look, 'tis dawn, the land is clear: 'tis done!
Two dawns do break at once from Time's full

hand

God's, East-mine, West: good friends, behold my
Land !"

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