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THE
DEATH OF GENONE,
AKBAR'S DREAM,
AND OTHER POEMS
TONTA'S
THE
DEATH OF CENONE,
AKBAR'S DREAM,
AND OTHER POEMS
BY
ALFRED
LORD TENNYSON
POET LAUREATE
Neto gork
MACMILLAN AND
CO.
AND LONDON
TORONTO: THE WILLIAMSON BOOK CO.
1892
All rights reserved
5555'
COPYRIGHT, 1892,
BY
Set up
MACMILLAN AND
and
Large paper
TYPOGRAPHY BY
CO.
electrotyped October, i8q2.
edition printed October,
J. S.
GUSHING
PRESSWORK BY BERWICK
&
&
i8()2.
Co., BOSTON, U.S.A.
SMITH, BOSTON, U.S.A.
CONTENTS
PAGE
JUNE BRACKEN AND HEATHER
i
To THE MASTER OF BALLIOL
3
THE DEATH OF CENONE
5
ST.
TELEMACHUS
15
AKBAR'S DREAM
23
THE
47
BANDIT'S
DEATH
THE CHURCH-WARDEN AND THE CURATE
CHARITY
.
.
.55
67
KAPIOLANI
77
THE DAWN
81
THE MAKING OF MAN
85
THE DREAMER
87
MECHANOPHILUS
RIFLEMEN FORM
90
!
93
CONTENTS
vi
PAGE
.96
THE TOURNEY
THE BEE AND THE FLOWER
THE WANDERER
........
POETS AND CRITICS
A
VOICE SPAKE OUT OF THE SKIES
98
100
102
.
.
.
.
104
DOUBT AND PRAYER
105
FAITH
107
THE SILENT VOICES
109
GOD AND THE UNIVERSE
110
THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF CLARENCE AND AVONDALE
.
.112
''
JUNE BRACKEN AND HEATHER
To -
THERE on
the top of the down,
The
heather round
wild
me and
over
me
June's
high blue,
When
look'd
I
at
the
bracken so bright and the
heather so brown,
I
thought
to
myself
I
would
you,
This,
and
To you
my
love together,
that are seventy-seven,
offer
this
book
to
2
JUNE BRACKEN AND HEATHER
With a
faith as
clear
as
the
heights
of the
June-
blue heaven,
And
a fancy as
summer-new
As the green of the bracken amid the
gloom of
the heather.
TO THE MASTEk OF BALLIOL
M
I
DEAR Master
in our classic town,
You, loved by
There
all
the younger
gown
at Balliol,
Lay your Plato
for
one minute down,
ii
And
read a Grecian tale re-told,
Which, cast
in later
Grecian mould,
Quintus Calaber
Somewhat
lazily
handled of old
;
TO THE MASTER OF BALLIOL
III
And on
white midwinter day
this
For have the
far-off
hymns
of May,
All her melodies,
All her
harmonies echo'd away
?
IV
To-day, before you turn again
To
thoughts that
Hear my
lift
the soul of men,
cataract's
Downward thunder
in hollow
and
glen,
v
Till,
led by
The woman,
dream and vague
desire,
gliding toward the pyre,
Find her warrior
Stark and dark in his funeral
fire.
THE DEATH OF CENONE
THE DEATH OF CENONE
CENONE
Whose
Down
sat within the
ivy-matted mouth she used to gaze
Troad
at the
Was now one
Which on
And
cave from out
;
blank,
but the goodly view
and
the serpent vines
the touch of heavenly feet
had
risen,
gliding thro' the branches overbower'd
The naked Three, were
And
all
wither'd long ago,
thro' the sunless winter
In silence wept
And
while
upon the
she
stared
morning-mist
flowerless earth.
at
those dead cords
ran
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that
THE DEATH OF CENONE
8
Dark
thro' the mist,
and linking
tree to tree,
But once were gayer than a dawning sky
and fragrant
With many a pendent
bell
Her
Present,
became her
Past
and she saw
Him, climbing toward her with
Him, happy
Her husband
to
Anon from
When
fruit,
of youth and dawn,
beauteous as a God.
out the long ravine below,
She heard a wailing
Thin
the golden
be chosen Judge of Gods,
in -the flush
Paris, himself. as
star,
cry, that
seem'd
as the batlike shrillings of the
at first
Dead
driven to Hades, but, in coming near,
Across the downward thunder of the brook
Saunded
Paris,
'
CEnone
'
;
and on a sudden
no longer beauteous
as a
God,
Struck by a poison'd arrow in the
Lame, crooked,
he,
fight,
reeling, livid, thro' the mist
THE DEATH OF (ENONE
Rose, like the wraith of his dead
'
Together
I
we dwelt
died within thine arms,
Before the feud of
Gods had marr'd our
sunder'd each from each.
Pierced
by
a
and moan'd
self,
happy then
in this valley
Too happy had
And
while
my CEnone,
CEnone,
9
poison'd
dart.
peace,
am
dying
Save
me.
I
now
Thou
knowest,
Taught by some God, whatever herb or balm
May
Is
clear the blood
blown
from poison, and thy fame
thro' all the
Troad, and to thee
The shepherd
brings his adder-bitten lamb,
The wounded
warrior climbs from
My
life
and death are
Avenge on stony
For
I
pity.
Let
wrought thee
Troy
in thy hand.
to thee.
The Gods
hearts a fruitless prayer
me owe my
bitter
life
to thee.
wrong, but thou forgive,
THE DEATH OF (ENONE
io
Man
it.
Forget
is
but the slave of Fate.
GEnone, by thy love which once was mine,
Help, heal me.
'
And
to
I
Go back
He
am
I
mine
'
poison'd to the heart.'
she said
'
Adulterer,
to thine adulteress
and die
'
!
groan'd, he turn'd, and in the mist at once
Became
a shadow, sank and disappear'd,
But, ere the mountain rolls into the plain,
headlong dead
Fell
;
and of the shepherds one
Their oldest, and the same
Paris, a
Of
first
had found
naked babe, among the woods
Ida, following lighted
And
who
on him
there,
shouted, and the shepherds heard and came.
One
raised
the
Prince,
one sleek'd the squalid
hair,
One
kiss'd his hand, another closed his eyes,
And
then,
remembering the gay playmate
rear'd
THE DEATH OF (EN ONE
them, and forgetful of the man,
Among
Whose crime had
All that
And
11
half
unpeopled
these
Ilion,
day long labour'd, hewing the pines,
shepherd-prince a funeral pile
built their
was drawing
And, while the
star of eve
From
sun, kindled the pyre,
the
dead
Stood round
;
light
and
all
hush'd, or calling on his name.
it,
But when the white fog vanish'd
like a
ghost
Before the day, and every topmost pine
Spired into bluest heaven,
still
in her cave,
Amazed, and ever seeming stared upon
By
His
ghastlier than the
face deform'd
There,
Beyond
like
all
by
Gorgon head, a
lurid blotch
face,
and blain
a creature frozen to the heart
hope of warmth, (Enone
Not moving,
till
Which drowsed
in
sat
in front of that ravine
gloom, self-darken'd from the west,
THE DEATH OF (ENONE
12
The
sunset blazed along the wall of Troy.
Then her head
she
sank,
and
slept,
thro'
her
dream
A
murmur
ghostly
CEnone
(Enone,
!
floated,
'Come
to
me,
can wrong thee now no more,
I
my
CEnone,' and the dream
Wail'd in her, when she woke beneath the
What
What
star
light
could burn so low? not Ilion
was there?
stars.
yet.
She rose and slowly down,
the long torrent's ever-deepen'd roar,
By
Paced, following, as
in
trance, the silent cry.
She waked a bird of prey that scream 'd and past
She roused a snake that hissing writhed away
A
;
panther sprang across her path, she heard
The
shriek of
some
lost life
among
But when she gain'd the broader
The
ring of faces redden'd
the pines,
vale,
and saw
by the flames
;
THE DEATH OF CENONE
13
Enfolding that dark body which had lain
Of
'
Falteringly,
Who
lies
on yonder pyre ?
man was mute
But every
Smote on her brow, she
shrill
command,
Whereon
'
thou
lifted
Who
their oldest
whom
He,
'
'
for reverence.
Then moving quickly forward
Of
and then ask'd
old in her embrace, paused
and
wouldst
the heat
till
up
a voice
burns upon the pyre
their boldest said,
not
heal
'
!
and
once
The morning
Thro'
And
'
all
And mixt
happy marriage broke
the clouded years of widowhood,
muffling
Husband
light of
'
!
up her comely head, and crying
she leapt upon the funeral
herself with
'
?
him and past
in
pile,
fire.
all
at
ST.
TELEMACHUS
ST.
HAD
Been
TELEMACHUS
the fierce ashes of
fiery
peak
hurl'd so high they ranged about the globe?
For day by day,
thro'
In that four-hundredth
The
some
many
a blood-red eve,
summer
after Christ,
wrathful sunset glared against a cross
Rear'd on the tumbled ruins of an old fane
No
longer sacred to the Sun, and flamed
On
one huge slope beyond, where
The man, whose
A man who
in his
cave
pious hand had built the cross,
never changed a word with men,
Fasted and pray'd, Telemachus the Saint.
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1
Eve
after eve that
Would haunt
Gaze
'
TELEMACHUS
ST.
8
haggard anchorite
the desolated fane, and there
at the ruin, often
Vicisti Galilaee
'
mutter low
louder again,
;
Spurning a shatter'd fragment of the God,
'
Vicisti Galilsee
'
but
!
Bathed
in that lurid
On
to the
fire
Wroth
Thou
Of
crimson
West? or
at his fall ?
'
when now
the
is
'
ask'd
Is
earth
Demon -god
and heard an answer
deedless dreamer, lazying out a
*
Wake
life
self-suppression, not of selfless love.'
And once
a flight of shadowy fighters crost
The
and once, he thought, a shape with
disk,
wings
Came sweeping by
And
at his ear
And
in his heart
him, and pointed to the West,
he heard a whisper
he cried
<
The
call
'
Rome
of
'
God
'
!
TELEMACHUS
ST.
And
call'd arose, and, slowly
19
down
plunging
Thro' that disastrous glory, set his face
By waste and
field
and town of
alien tongue,
Following a hundred sunsets, and the sphere
Of westward-wheeling
Struck from him his
stars
and every dawn
;
own shadow on
to
Rome.
Foot-sore, way-worn, at length he touch'd his goal,
The
To
Christian city.
All her
fail'd
splendour
lure those eyes that only yearn'd to see,
Fleeting betwixt her column'd palace-walls,
The shape
with wings.
With shameless
Anon
laughter,
Pagan
Hard Romans brawling of
He,
And
all
there past a crowd
their
oath,
and
jest,
monstrous games
but deaf thro' age and weariness,
muttering to himself
And borne
along by that
'
The
full
call
of
God
'
stream of men,
Like some old wreck on some indrawing sea,
;
ST.
20
TELEMACHUS
The caged
Gain'd their huge Colosseum.
Yell'd, as
Three
he
yell'd of yore for Christian blood.
slaves were trailing a
He
One, a dead man.
Blinded
;
Made by
beast
but
when
the
dead
stumbled
lion
in,
away,
and
sat
momentary gloom,
the noonday blaze without, had
left
His aged eyes, he raised them, and beheld
A
blood-red awning waver overhead,
human
The
dust send up a steam of
The
gladiators
And
eighty thousand Christian faces watch
Man murder
moving toward
man.
A
blood,
their fight,
sudden strength from
heaven,
As some great shock may wake a palsied limb,
Turn'd him again to boy,
for
up he sprang,
And
glided lightly
The
barrier that divided beast from
down
the
stairs,
and
o'er
man
TELEMACHUS
S7\
Slipt,
The
and ran on, and flung himself between
gladiatorial swords,
name
In the great
Christ Jesus
of
and
call'd
Him who
silence follow'd as of death,
A
hiss as
Forbear
died for men,
and then
from a wilderness of snakes,
Then one deep
then
'
For one moment afterward
'
!
A
And
21
a
roar as of a breaking sea,
shower
of
stones
that
stoned
him
dead,
And
then once more a silence as of death.
His dream became a deed that woke the world,
For while the
frantic rabble in half-amaze
Stared at him dead, thro'
all
the nobler hearts
In that vast Oval ran a shudder of shame.
The
Baths, the
And
preachers linger'd o'er his dying words,
Forum gabbled
Which would not
die, but
of his death,
echo'd on to reach
TELEMACHUS
ST.
22
Honorius,
That
till
he heard them, and decreed
Rome no more
should wallow in this old lust
Of Paganism, and make her
hour
festal
Dark with the blood of man who murder'd man.
'
Europe, supprest
in
who succeeded
Honorius,
(For
the
to
the
sovereignty
combats practised of old
gladiatorial
There was
Rome, on occasion of the following event.
one Telemachus, embracing the ascetic mode of
setting
out
and arriving
from the East
very purpose, while that
over
at
life,
Rome
for
who
this
accursed spectacle was being per-
formed, entered himself the circus, and descending into the
arena,
attempted
weapons
to
hold
back
against each other.
ous fray, possest with
those
The
the drunken
delights in such bloodshed, stoned
peace.
The admirable Emperor
that evil exhibition.
who wielded
deadly
spectators of the murder-
glee of the
to
demon who
death the preacher of
learning this put a stop to
Theodoret's Ecclesiastical History?)
AKBAR'S DREAM
DREAM
AKBAR'S
AN
INSCRIPTION BY
ABUL FAZL FOR A TEMPLE
KASHMIR (Blochmann
O GOD
and
in every temple
in every language
I
If
if it
it
*
religion says,
xxxii.)
see people that see thee,
hear spoken, people praise thee.
Polytheism and Islam
Each
I
IN
feel after thee.
Thou
be a mcsque people
art one,
murmur
without equal.'
the holy prayer, and
be a Christian Church, people ring the
bell
from
love to Thee.
Sometimes
frequent the Christian cloister, and some-
I
times the mosque.
But
Thy
thou
it is
elect
orthodoxy
;
whom
I
search from temple to temple.
have no
dealings
for neither of
with
either
heresy or
them stands behind the screen
of thy truth.
Heresy
to the heretic,
and
religion to the orthodox,
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AKBAR'S DREAM
26
But the dust of the rose-petal belongs
to the heart of
the perfume seller.
AKBAR and ABUL FAZL
before the palace at
Futehpur-Sikri at night.
'
LIGHT of the nations
Of Akbar
Then,
And
'
'
ask'd his Chronicler
what has darken'd thee to-night ?
after
one quick glance upon the
I
may
be.
Still
I
raised
an
my
pray'd against the dream.
To
stars,
turning slowly toward him, Akbar said
'The shadow of a dream
It
'
pray, to
do according
idle
one
heart to heaven,
To
pray, to
do
to the prayer,
Are, both, to worship Alia, but the prayers,
That have no successor
And
in deed, are faint
pale in Alla's eyes, fair mothers they
Dying
in childbirth of
Whate'er
my
dreams,
dead
I
still
sons.
I
vow'd
would do the
right
DREAM
AKBAR'S
Thro'
all
27
the vast dominion which a sword,
That only conquers men
Has won me.
Alia be
to
my
conquer peace,
guide
!
But come,
My
Sit
I
noble friend,
by
my
my
faithful counsellor,
While thou
side.
seem no longer
art
like a lonely
one with me,
man
In the king's garden, gathering here and there
From each
To wreathe
But
in
fair
plant the blossom choicest-grown
a crown not only for the king
due time
for
every Mussulman,
Brahmin, and Buddhist, Christian, and Parsee,
Thro'
all
the warring world of Hindustan.
Well spake thy brother
"
Thy
Of
in his
glory baffles wisdom.
science making toward
Are blinding desert sand
;
hymn
to
heaven
All the tracks
Thy
we
Perfectness
scarce can spell
A K'BAR'S
28
The
Alif of
DREAM
Thine Alphabet of Love."
He knows
Himself,
men
nor
themselves
Him,
For every splinter'd fraction of a sect
"
Will clamour
All else
is
/ am on
the Perfect
Way,
to perdition."
Shall the rose
Cry
to the lotus
"No
"I
Call to the cypress
The mango spurn
"
Mine
is
all
the
alone
melon
the one fruit Alia
Look how'
Thro'
flower
am
fair"?
at his foot?
made
for
man."
the living pulse of Alia beats
His world.
Should shriek
thou"? the palm
its
If every single star
claim "I only
am
in
heaven"
Why
that were such sphere-music as the
Had
hardly dream'd
And
light,
of.
There
is
Greek
light in all,
with more or less of shade, in
all
nor
AKBAR'S DREAM
29
\
Man-modes
Who
of worship
"
on green sofas contemplate
sitting
The torment
but our Ulama,
;
of the
damn'd
"
already, these
Are
like wild brutes
new-caged
The
cage, the
more
their fury.
With
sullen brows.
the narrower
Me
What wonder
That even the dog was
Swine-flesh, drink wine
decreed
men may
know
they
;
I
!
clean, that
they front
taste
too that when-
e'er
In our free Hall, where each philosophy
And mood
of faith
hold
may
Their furious formalisms,
I
its
own, they blurt
but hear
The
clash of tides that
Not
the Great Voice not the true Deep.
meet
in
narrow
seas,
To
A
people from their ancient fold of Faith,
And
wall
them up perforce
in
mine
unwise,
drive
AA'BAR'S
30
Unkinglike
:
men
let
No
worship as they
revenue from the
I cull
And
I
from every
field
faith
will,
reign
shame when
T
.
.
.
name
loathe the very
7
I
reap
of unbelief.
and race the best
bravest soul for counsellor
I stagger at the
I
that cloud of
my
hate the rancour of their castes and creeds,
I
I
morning of
an.i the
Was redden'd by
DREAM
of
and
friend.
infidel.
Koran and the sword.
shudder at the Christian and the stake
;
Alia," says their sacred book, "is Love,"
And when
Issa
**
the
Goan Padre quoting Him,
Ben Mariam,
his
Love one another
Whom ?
little
prophet, cried
ones
"
and " bless "
even " jour persecutors "
The cloud was
Than
own
rifted
!
there methought
by a purer gleam
glances from the sun of our Islam.
AA'BAK'S
And
Those
DREAM
thou rememberest what a
pillars
of a moulder'd
That other, prophet of
their
fur)'
faith,
fall,
31
shook
when
he,
proclaimed
His Master as "the Sun of Righteousness,"
Yea, Alia here on earth,
who caught and
held
His people by the bridle-rein of Truth.
What
art
thou saying?
"And was
not Alia calTd
In old Iran the Sun of Love? and Love
The
net of truth?"
A
but I
On whom
know
the
Filth
from the
\Yho
all
Abu
Said
it
women
voice from old Iran
his,
!
the hoary Sheik,
shrieking "Atheist" flung
roof, the mystic melodist
but lost himself in Alia, him
a sun but dimly seen
Here,
till
the mortal morning mists of earth
AKBAR'S DREAM
32
Fade
noon of heaven, when creed and race
in the
Shall bear false witness,
But find their
And
each of each, no more,
by that larger
limits
light,
overstep them, moving easily
Thro' after-ages in the love of Truth,
The
truth of Love.
The
At
me
the Zoroastrian.
sun, the sun
they
!
Let the Sun,
Who
heats our earth to yield us grain and
And
laughs upon thy field as well as mine,
And warms
For
all
Him
also
Yea and may not kings
!
by
they rule
By deeds a
fruit,
the blood of Shiah and Sunnee,
Symbol the Eternal
Express
rail
light to
their
warmth of
by equal law
love
for all?
men?
But no such
light
Glanced from our Presence on the face of one,
AKBAR'S DREAM
33
Who
breaking in upon us yestermorn,
With
all
the Hells a-glare in either eye,
" hast thou
brought us
Yell'd
From heaven?
thou
art
the
down
a
new Koran
canst
Prophet?
thou
work
Miracles?" and the wild horse, anger, plunged
To
fling
Nor
me, and
he, nor any.
Of Reason
And
in the
gaze on
Miracles
fail'd.
I
can but
no, not
Life,
miracle, the World,
Adoring That who made, and makes, and
And
is
what
not,
I
gaze on
all
Ritual, varying with the tribes of
Ay
but,
my
friend,
thou
else
is,
Form,
men.
knowest
I
hold
forms
Are needful
W ith
:
only
let
I
the torch
lift
dusky cave of
this great
!
the
hand
that rules,
T
politic care, with utter gentleness,
that
AKBAR'S DREAM
34
Mould them
for all his people.
And what
are forms?
Fair garments, plain or rich, and fitting close
Or
flying looselier,
warm'd but by the heart
Within them, moved but by the living limb,
And
cast aside,
The
Spiritual in Nature's market-place
The
silent
Made
A
is
not seen and rules from far away
fine
down from
Philosophies would
The crowd from wallowing
And
Who
!
banners blazoning a Power
silken cord let
When
Forms
old, for newer,
Alphabet-of-heaven-in-man
vocal
That
when
all
the more,
when
Paradise,
fail,
to
draw
in the mire of earth,
these behold their Lord,
shaped the forms, obey them, and himself
Here on
this
Beyond the
bank
in
some way
live
the
life
bridge, and serve that Infinite
AKBAR'S DREAM
Within
35
as without, that All-in-all,
us,
One
And
over
And
ever-changing Many, in praise of
The
Christian bell, the cry from off the mosque,
And vaguer
Make
the never-changing
all,
Whom
voices of Polytheism
but one music, harmonising, " Pray."
There westward
under yon slow-falling
Head
The
Christians
And
following thy true counsel, by thine aid,
Myself
am
own
star,
a Spiritual
such in our Islam, for no
Mirage of glory, but
for
power
to fuse
My
myriads into union under one
To
hunt the tiger of oppression out
From
office
;
Like calming
And
To
fill
and
oil
my
;
to spread the Divine Faith
on
all
their
the hollows between
nurse
;
stormy creeds,
wave and wave
children on the milk of Truth,
;
AKBAR'S DREAM
36
And
alchemise old hates into the gold
Of Love, and make
current
it
The menacing poison
Those cobras ever
One
Alia
of intolerant priests,
setting
one Kalifa
!
up
their
doubt, a fear,
I
dream'd,
hoods
!
at times
Still
A
and beat back
;
and yester afternoon
knowest how
thou
deep
a
well
of
love
My
heart
And
He
is
for
my
yet so wild and
son, Saleem,
Who
that
wayward
glares askance at thee as
so
I
heir,
my dream
one of those
mix the wines of heresy
Of counsel
mine
in the
cup
pray thee
Well,
That stone by stone
A
I
I
dream'd
rear'd a sacred fane,
temple, neither Pagod, Mosque, nor Church,
AKBAR'S DREAM
But
loftier,
To
simpler, always open-door'd
every breath from heaven, and Truth and Peace
And Love and
came and dwelt
Justice
But while we stood rejoicing,
I
37
I
therein
and thou,
heard a mocking laugh " the new Koran
And on
the sudden,
Thou, thou
Me
I
"
!
and with a cry " Saleem "
saw thee
fall
before me, and then
too the black-wing'd Azrael overcame,
But Death had ears and eyes;
And
The
From
Who
fair
shriek
in
work
;
watch'd
my
son,
and from the ruin arose
and curse of trampled
the time before
;
but while
millions,
I
even
groan'd,
out the sunset pour'd an alien race,
fitted stone to
stone again, and Truth,
Peace, Love and Justice
Nor
I
those that follow'd, loosen, stone from stone,
my
All
As
;
in the
field
came and dwelt
therein,
without were seen or heard
AKBAR'S DREAM
38
Fires of Suttee, nor wail of baby-wife,
Or Indian widow; and
in sleep I said
"All praise to Alia by whatever hands
My
mission be accomplish'd
Music
Has
:
our palace
lifted
From
but
we hear
awake, and morn
the dark eyelash of the Night
off the rosy
Our hymn
is
"
!
cheek of waking Day.
to the sun.
They
sing
it.
Let us
go.'
HYMN
i
Once again thou
we
see thee
Every morning
hearts
and
flamest
heavenward, once again
rise.
is
thy birthday gladdening
eyes.
human
AKBAR'S DREAM
Every
morning
lowly
Thee
the
down
ever-changing
greet
bowing
it,
before thee,
thee
Godlike,
we
here
39
the
in
thine
light
from
changeless
skies.
Shadow-maker, shadow-slayer, arrowing
clime to clime,
Hear thy myriad
their
laureates
hail
thee
monarch
in
woodland rhyme.
Warble
and
bird,
below the
Kneel adoring
Him
measures Time
dome
open
flower,
men,
of azure
the Timeless in the
!
and,
flame that
NOTES TO AKBAR'S DREAM
The
great
Mogul Emperor Akbar was born October
At 13 he succeeded
and died 1605.
1
his father
14, 1542,
He
8 he himself assumed the sole charge of government.
subdued and ruled over
included
fifteen
large
provinces;
south of India he was not so successful.
religions
Tudors
and
which he hoped
his legislation
'
Thy glory
hymn
to the
friend
and
Akbar).
that he
He
invented a
to unite all creeds,
was remarkable
baffles
in the
His tolerance of
new
and peoples
castes
for vigour, justice
wisdom?
our
eclectic religion
:
by
and
and humanity.
The Emperor quotes from
a
Deity by Faizi, brother of Abul Fazl, Akbar's chief
minister,
who wrote
the
Ain
i
Akbari (Annals of
His influence on his age was immense.
and
40
empire
his abhorrence of religious persecution put
shame.
to
his
India north of the Vindhya Mountains
all
at
Humay.un;
his brother
Faizi led Akbar's
It
may be
mind away from
NOTES TO AKBAR'S DREAM
Islam and the Prophet
by every
moment
ruling
fully
countries
a
to
sovereign
the
this
Muhammadan
true
but Abul Fazl' also led his
;
mixed
had
to
was
solve,
Abul Fazl thus
Father with
rest
the problem of success-
Islam
my
few
in
(Blochmann
other
and
considered,
carefully
kept
and
and from
duties,
the
xxix.)
The
advice of
me back from
acts
of folly;
heart
drawn
gives an account of himself
difficulty
my mind had no
his
which
races,
policy of toleration was the result
my
of
appreciation
that he entered Court,
over
brought against him
is
charge
writer
41
'
itself
felt
sages of Mongolia or to the hermits on Lebanon.
I
to the
longed
interviews with the Llamas of Tibet or with the padres
for
of Portugal, and
Parsis
would gladly
I
with the priests of the
sit
and the learned of the Zendavesta.
my own
learned of
He became
helped him
Blochmann
pensively
the intimate friend
in his tolerant
writes
value of his
'
Hindu
sitting
Futehpur-Sikri
to
subjects,
in
the
he (Akbar) had resolved when
evenings
on
the solitary
hand
with an even
rule
continually
heal,
he
be
to
'
inquire.'
in the
instituted
in
Professor
Impressed with a favourable idea of the
the
to
sick of the
system of government.
but as the extreme views
self
was
and adviser of Akbar, and
dominions;
lawyers
I
land.'
error,
of
all
discussions,
thought
because,
it
his
in
instead of
believing
duty
at
his
and
the learned
urged him to persecute
he
stone
men
as
him-
ruler
to
These discussions took place every Thursday night
Ibadat-khana a building
the purpose' (Malleson).
at Futehpur-Sikri, erected for
NOTES TO AKBAR'S DREAM
42
In these discussions Abul Fazl became a great power, and
he induced the chief of the disputants
ment' defining the
ing to
Akbar
'
'
divine Faith
as
it
to
was
draw up a docuand assign-
called,
the rank of a Mujahid, or supreme khalifah, the
vicegerent of the one true God.
Abul Fazl was
who
son
Salim,
Fazl
who had
the
from
murdered
finally
in
at the instigation of
Memoirs declares
his
that
perverted his father's mind so that he
divine mission of
Mahomet, and turned away
denied
love
his
his son.
Faizi.
When Akbar
conquered the North-West Provinces
of India, Faizi, then 20, began his
his living as a physician.
generous
and
to
He
is
life
camp
and earned
as a poet,
reported to
have been very
have treated the poor for nothing.
fame reached Akbar's ears who commanded him
the
Akbar's
was Abul
it
at Chitor.
to
Akbar was delighted with
come
Faizi
at
33 was
appointed
collected a fine library of
to his
Chief Poet (1588).
4300 MSS. and died
40 (1595) when Akbar incorporated
his
at the
collection
to
varied
his
knowledge and scholarship and made the poet teacher
sons.
His
He
age of
of rare
books in the Imperial Library.
The Warring World of Hindostan.
quests
their
and the good government of
complete military,
conspicuous
among
The Goan Padre.
civil
and
Akbar's rapid con-
his fifteen provinces with
political
systems
make him
the great kings of history.
Abul Fazl
relates that
'
one night the
NOTES TO AKBAR'S DREAM
43
Ibadat-khana was brightened by the presence of Padre Ro-
who
dolpho,
among
of
Several
judgment
and
was
not
attempt
statements were
arrive
to
truth
at
the dis-
opportunity for
of
justice
the
These men brought forward the old received
did
unrivalled
carping and bigoted men
afforded an
this
calm
the
wisdom
and
intelligence
doctors.
him and
attacked
play
for
Christian
by
assembly.
assertions,
and
Their
reasoning.
and they were nearly put
torn to pieces,
to
shame, when they began to attack the contradictions of the
With
Gospel, but they could not prove their assertions.
per-
and earnest conviction of the truth he replied
fect calmness,
to their arguments.'
Abu
of
God
'
Sa'td.
'
is
Love
is
Love
the net of Truth,
He
born A.D. 968, died at the age of 83.
poet, and some of
his expressions
'
said,
when my
under the dust
account
(i.e.
represented
that they
me
things
upon
to teach
as that
to the
I
it
is
recorded that
which
I
was
not, until
it
testified against
and women got upon the roofs and
me.'
am
not
I
(
buried
my own
with authority), and verily
Qadhi and
Vide reprint from article
Review, March, 1891, by C.
Aziz.
Sa'td
had reacht a certain pitch
books and opened a shop on
my
began
went
lieverhood;
affairs
a mystical
is
have been compared to our
Of Shaikh Abd
George Herbert.
he
the noose
is
a quotation from the great Sufee poet Abft Sa'ld
J.
came
me
men
to this,
of unbe-
cast unclean
in
National
Pickering.)
aware that there
is
any record of such
NOTES TO AKBAR'S DREAM
44
intrusion
upon the
the
occur in
text
who
Aziz,
king's
a
refused
privacy,
come
to
Akbar
reproachful letter to
court
to
threw up his government, and
in
'
like
Mahomet
that he
that he
if
God
to
foster-brother
an insolent and
he had
if
he could work miracles
to introduce a
presumed
in
expressions
when summoned and
after writing
was on the way
concluded with a prayer
the
which he asked him
received a book from heaven, or
warned him
but
by Akbar's
sent
letter
new
religion,
to eternal perdition, 'and
to bring
him back
into the
path of salvation' (Elphinstone).
New
'The Koran, the Old and
of David
are
called
books
followers "People of the
Akbar
according
instructed
'
name
In the
to
by way of excellence, and their
Book"'
Abdel
Gospel, and
(Elphinstone).
Kadir
used
In the name of Christ
'
lessons
the
in
Testament, and the Psalms
'
to
had
his
Murad
son
make him begin
instead of in the usual
his
way
of God.'
To drive
A
people
from
Malleson
says
states
but of
it,
their ancient fold of Truth, etc.
'This must have
the
forced
happened
conversions
I
Akbar
because
have
found no
This must have taken place whilst he was
record.
still
a
minor, and whilst the chief authority was wielded by Bairam.'
'
/
reap no revenue
The Hindus
are
fond
of
from
the Jield of
pilgrimages,
'
unbelief.
and Akbar removed
NOTES TO AKBAR'S DREAM
45
a remunerative tax raised by his predecessors on pilgrimages.
He
differed
from
Mahomedan
the
excessive prayers, fasts
Sati.
least
who
abolished the fezza or capitation tax on those
also
Akbar decreed
that
let
all
every
widow who showed
the
go free and unharmed.
Baby-wife,
Indian
discouraged
on her husband's funeral pyre,
desire not to be burnt
should be
He
faith.
and pilgrimages.
He
forbad marriage before the age of puberty.
remarriage
was
About a watch before daybreak,' says Abul
Fazl,
widow.
Akbar
ordained
that
lawful.
Music.
'
'
the musicians played to the king in the palace.
His Majesty
had such a knowledge of the science of music
as
trained
musicians do not possess.'
'
The Divine Faith?
The Divine
Faith
slowly passed
An
away under the immediate successors of Akbar.
of
inscription at the
to,
idea
what the Divine Faith was may be gathered from the
head of the poem.
The document
Abul Fazl says 'brought about excellent
results
referred
(i) the
Court became a gathering place of the sages and learned of
all
creeds;
the
recognized, and
their
good
good doctrines of
their
features;
defects
all
religious
systems were
were not allowed
to
obscure
(2) perfect toleration or peace with
all
46
NOTES TO AKBAR'S DREAM
was established;
and (3) the perverse and evil-minded were
covered with shame on seeing the disinterested motives of
His Majesty, and these stood
Dated September 1579
in
the
pillory
of
Ragab 987 (Blochmann
disgrace.'
xiv.)
THE BANDIT'S DEATH
TO
SIR
WALTER SCOTT
1
GREAT AND GALLANT SCOTT,
TRUE GENTLEMAN HEART, BLOOD AND BONE,
1 WOULD IT HAD BEEN MY LOT
TO HAVE SEEN
1
I
THEE,
AND HEARD THEE, AND KNOWN.
have adopted Sir Walter Scott's version of the following
story as given in his last journal
have taken the
liberty of
(Death of
making some
II
Bizarro)
slight alterations.
but
I
THE
SIR,
do you see
aside
I
BANDIT'S
DEATH
dagger? nay, why do you
this
start
?
was not going
to stab you, tho' I
am
the Bandit's
bride.
You have
set a price
without a
What have
I
on
his
head
:
I
may
claim
it
I
will
show
it
lie.
here
in
the
cloth?
you by-and-by.
Sir,
I
was once a
wife.
I
had one brief summer
pf bliss
Copyright, 1892, by Macmillan
&
Co.
49
THE BANDIT'S DEATH
50
But
Bandit
the
stabb'd
And he
had woo'd me
Piero with
my
dragg'd
me up
in
and
vain,
he
this.
there
to
his
cave in
the
mountain, and there one day
He
had
I hid
it
dagger behind him.
his
left
were red with
I
found
;
his kisses
it.
away.
For he reek'd with the blood of Piero
And
I
cried
to
his crime,
the Saints
to
avenge
me.
They
heard, they bided their time.
In
a
while
bore him
I
a
son,
and he loved
to
dandle the child,
And
that
was a link between us
reconciled
?
;
but
I
to
be
THE BANDIT'S DEATH
No, by the Mother of God,
him
And
Priest
!
think
I
hated
I
less,
well,
Listen
tho'
51
if
I
sinn'd
last
will
I
night,
find
the
and confess.
we
three
were alone in the dell
at
the
close of the day.
I
was
lilting
a
dawn
a song to the babe, and
in
it
laugh'd like
May.
Then on a sudden we saw your
soldiers
crossing
the ridge,
And he caught my
down under
By
:
we
dipt
the bridge
the great dead pine
as
me
one from
little
you know
we crouch'd below,
it
and heard,
THE BANDIT'S DEATH
52
The
clatter
to
and
of arms, and voices,
and men passing
fro.
Black was the night when we crept away
star in the
Hush'd
not
a
sky
as the heart of the grave,
the
till
little
one
utter'd a cry.
I
whisper'd
answer
He
gript
it
would
not
hard by the throat that the
boy
it
'give
me
so
to
me,'
but
he
then
never cried again.
We
return'd to his
cave
the
link
was broken
he sobb'd and he wept,
And cursed
himself; then he yawn'd, for the wretch
could sleep, and he slept
THE BANDIT'S DEATH
Ay,
dawn
till
the
into
stole
cave,
53
and a ray red
as blood
Glanced on the strangled face
could
make Sleep
would
if I
Death,
I
Glared on at the murder'd son, and the murderous
father at rest,
I
.
.
.
drove the blade that had slain
my husband
thrice
thro' his breast.
He
was loved
but
kill'd
rang out
Till I
felt
by
his
dog
:
it
was chain'd,
horrible yell
its
'She has
at least
I
him, has
all
down
kill'd
him, has
kill'd
him'
thro' the dell,
could end myself too with the dagger
so deafen'd
and dazed
Ttf
54
Take
it,
DEATH
BANDIT'S
and save me from
it
!
I
fled.
I
was
all
but crazed
With the
grief that
gnaw'd
weight that dragg'd at
at
my
my hand
heart,
;
But thanks to the Blessed Saints that
none of
And
the
band
captain
For
I
his
is
band
will
is
I
came on
;
be scatter'd now their gallant
dead,
with this dagger of his
Here
and the
his
head
!
do you doubt me ?
THE CHURCH-WARDEN AND
THE CURATE
THE CHURCH-WARDEN AND THE
CURATE
This
is
written in the dialect which was current in
youth at Spilsby and in the country about
my
it.
I
EH ? good
mooch
daay
!
good daay
thaw
it
bean't
not
of a daay,
Nasty, casselty weather
my
!
haay
!
an'
mea
haa'fe
down
!
57
wi'
CHURCH-WARDEN AND CURATE
58
How
be the farm
i'deead
on? noaways.
gittin
Gittin
on
!
Why, tonups was haafe on 'em
fingers an' toas, an'
the mare brokken-kneead,
An'
pigs
didn't
sell
at
fall,
an'
wa
lost
wer Hal-
deny cow,
An'
it
beats
ma
to
knaw wot she died
on, but wool's
looking oop ony how.
in
An' soa they've maade tha a parson, an'
thou'll git
along, niver fear,
Fur
I
bean chuch-warden mysen
fifteen year.
i'
the parish fur
CHURCH-WARDEN AND CURATE
Well
sin
ther
parsons an'
An'
bea chuch-wardens,
ther
happen
a
mun
be
all,
chuch weant
t'one stick alongside t'uther the
if
59
fall.
IV
Fur
wur a Baptis wonst,
I
an'
agean the toithe an'
the raate,
Till
fun that
I
it
not
vvarn't
the
gaainist
waay
to
the narra Gaate.
An'
can't
I
abear
'em,
I
can't,
fur
a lot on 'em
coom'd ta-year
I
wur down
to
Sa
I
wi'
the
rheumatis then
to
my pond
wesh thessens theere
sticks
like
the
owd chuch now,
ivin
as
long as
I
lives to the
CHURCH-WARDEN AND CURATE
60
Fur they wesh'd
their sins
i'
my pond,
an' I doubts
they poison'd the cow.
an'
Ay,
coom'd
Burn
'e
'e
'e
Bishop.
They
warrants
'e
says
'at
he
nowt
Sa
I
niver said
haafe
thowt,
creeapt an'
could
Then
fra
the
traade.
i'
wot
But
seed
ya
howd
'e
'is
crawl'd along,
till
'e
feeald 'e
oan,
married a great Yerl's darter, an'
sits
o'
the Bishop's throan.
VI
Now
I'll
gie
tha
a
bit
be taakin' offence,
o'
my mind
an' tha
weant
CHURCH -IVARDEN AND CURATE
a
be
Fur thou
haacre
scholard
big
now
wi'
minds tha sa
naay, naay
As
I
o'
says to
fur
I
well,
Tha'd niver not hopple thy tongue,
afire
hoonderd
a
sense
o'
But sich an obstropulous lad
sit
61
an' the tongue's
Hell,
my
missis to-daay,
when she
hurl'd a
plaate at the cat
An'
anoother
bad
noase.
my
agea'n
Ya was
niver
sa
as that.
VII
But
I
minds when
was
ticklin'
An' keeaper
'
ya
'e
o'
i'
Howlaby beck won daay ya
trout,
seed ya an roon'd, an'
Lad coom hout
'
'e
beal'd
to
CHURCH-WARDEN AND CURATE
62
An' ya stood oop maakt
knaw
'im to
An' ya
An'
'im
call'd
the fish
his
i'
'is
the
i'
beck, an' ya
teli'd
awn plaace
a clown, ya
did,
an'
ya thraw'd
faace,
torn'd as red as a stag-tuckey's wattles, but
'e
theer an' then
I
coamb'd 'im down,
do
it
fur I
promised ya'd niver not
agean.
VIII
An'
I
cotch'd tha wonst
i'
my
garden,
when thou
was a height-year- howd,
An'
I
fun thy pockets as
full
o'
my
pippins as iver
they'd 'owd,
An' thou was as pearky as owt, an' tha maa'de
as
mad
as
mad,
me
CHURCH-WARDEN AND CURATE
But
I
tha
to
says
'
keeap
'em,
an'
63
welcome
'
fur
thou was the parson's lad.
IX
An' Parson
to
An'
'e
'ears
on
it
all,
an' then taa'kes kindly
me,
then
wur chose Chuch-warden
I
an'
coom'd
to the top o' the tree,
Fur Quoloty's
hall
my
friends, an' they
maakes
ma
a help to the poor,
When
I
gits
the plaate fuller
chuch-warden
Fur
if
Soondays nor ony
afoor,
iver thy feyther 'ed
meeak
o'
riled
me
I
kep'
mysen
as a lamb,
An' saw by the Graace
ham wot
I
ham.
o'
the Lord, Mr. Harry,
I
CHURCH-WARDEN AND CURATE
64
t
X
But Parson
will speak out, saw,
'e
now
'e
be
sixty-
seven,
He'll niver swap
Kingdom
An'
thou'll
o'
be
Owlby
an' Scratby fur
Heaven
'is
owt but the
Curate
;
'ere, but, if iver
tha
means
to git 'igher,
Tha mun
tackle the sins o' the Wo'ld, an' not the
faults o'
An'
I
the Squire.
reckons
the
tha'll light
Wowd
If tha cottons
of a
livin'
somewheers
i'
or the Fen,
down
to thy betters, an' keeaps thy-
sen to thysen.
But niver not speak
plaa'in out,
if
tha wants to git
forrards a bit,
But creeap along the hedge-bottoms, an'
a Bishop
yit.
thou'll
be
CHURCH-WARDEN AND CURATE
65
XI
Naay,
but
here
i'
tha
mini
speak
hout
to
the
Baptises
an'
I'd
the town,
Fur moa'st on 'em
talks
agean
tithe,
like
tha to preach 'em down,
Fur they\z been a-preachin' mea down, they heve,
an' I haa'tes
Fur they leaved
'em now,
their nasty sins
poison'd the cow.
i'
my
pond, an'
it
GLOSSARY
'
Casselty,' casualty,
'
Haafe down
chance weather.
my
wi'
while
haay,-*
my
grass
is
only half
mown.
'
Fingers an'
'
Fall,'
'
If t'one
stick
One
other.
a disease in turnips.
toas,'
autumn.
is
alongside
pronounced
'
Fun,' found.
'
Gaainist,' nearest.
'
Ta-year,' this year.
t'uther,'
like
'
if
the one hold by the
own.'
'
Ivin,' ivy.
'
obstreperous
Obstropulous,'
here
the
Curate
makes a
sign of deprecation.
'
'
Hopple
when
she
is
or
'
hobble,' to
tie
the
legs
of a
skittish
cow
being milked.
Beal'd,' bellowed.
In such words as
'
'
'
torned,'
turned,'
audible.
'
Stag-tuckey,' turkey-cock.
'
Height-year-howd,' eight-year-old.
1
'Owd,' hold.
'
Pearky,' pert.
'
Wo'ld,' the world.
'Wowd,' wold.
66
Short
o.
hurled,' the r
is
hardly
CHARITY
CHARITY
I
WHAT am
sweet
I
doing,
you say to me,
summer hours
Haven't you eyes?
woman
I
'
wasting
the
'
?
am
dressing
the grave of a
with flowers.
II
For
a
woman
scriptures
And
a
man
ruin'd
the
own
woman, God
bless
as
tell,
ruin'd mine, but a
her, kept
God's
world,
me
from Hell.
Copyright, 1892, by Macmillan
&
Co.
69
CHARITY
70
III
Love me ?
O
threw
me
yes,
aside
how long
no doubt
till
you
!
Dresses and laces and jewels and never a ring for
the bride.
IV
All very well just
now
to be calling
me
darling and
sweet,
And
after a while
came on
You when
I
And
the
I
would
it
matter so
much
if
I
the street?
met you
turn'd
first
when
lie
brought you
!
away
hard blue eyes have
a beast of prey.
it
still,
that stare of
CHARITY
71
VI
You were
his friend
ised to
make me
And you knew
knew
you
that
you
when he prom-
his bride,
he meant to betray
you knew that he
me
you
lied.
VII
He
married an heiress, an orphan with half a shire
of estate,
I
sent
him a desolate
learn' d
my
wail
and a
curse,
when
I
fate.
VIII
For
I
used to play with the knife, creep down to
the river-shore,
Moan
to myself
more.'
'
one plunge
then quiet for ever-
CHARITY
72
IX
Would
the
man have
a touch of remorse
when he
heard what an end was mine?
Or brag
their
to
his
fellow rakes
of his
conquest over
wine?
x
Money
my
hire
his
money
I
sent
him back
what he gave,
Will you
move
a
little
that
way? your shadow
falls
on the grave.
XI
Two
trains clash'd
in a
:
then and there he was crush'd
moment and
died,
But the new-wedded wife was unharm'd, tho'
close at his side.
sitting
CHARITY
73
XII
She found
my
and scorn
letter
upon him,
my
wail of reproach
;
had cursed the woman he married, and him, and
I
the day I was born.
XIII
They put him
aside for ever, and after a
week
no
more
A
stranger as
my
door
welcome
as Satan
a
widow came
to
:
xrv
So
I
turn'd
my
face to the wall, I
was mad,
I
was
raving- wild,
I
was close on that hour of dishonour, the birth of
a baseborn child.
CHARITY
74
XV
you that can
lie
and
flatter
your victims, and juggle, and
cajole,
Man, can you even guess
at
the love of a soul for
a soul?
XVI
1
had cursed her as
and woman
The
tenderest
I
woman and
wife,
and. in wife
found
Christ-like
creature
that
ever
stept
on the ground.
XVII
She watch'd me, she nursed me, she fed me, she
sat
day and night by
Till the joyless birthday
dead.
my
bed,
came of
a boy born happily
CHARITY
75
XVIII
And
name? what was
her
said with a
On
I
ask'd
her.
She
sudden glow
her patient face
I
it?
'
My
dear, I will
tell
you before
go.'
XIX
And
I
when
from
I
my
wept, and
learnt
I
I
it
at last, I shriek'd, I
sprang
seat,
kiss'd her hands, I flung myself
down
at her feet,
xx
And we
pray'd
together
for him, for
him who had
given her the name.
She has
left
me enough
wages of shame.
to
live
on.
I
need no
CHARITY
76
XXI
She died of a fever caught when a nurse
pital
She
is
in a hos-
ward.
high in the Heaven of Heavens, she
face
is
to face with her Lord,
XXII
And He
sees not her like anywhere
world of ours
I
have told you
in
this
pitiless
!
my
tale.
Get you gone,
dressing her grave with flowers.
I
am
KAPIOLANI
Kapiolani was a great chieftainess
Sandwich
Islands
the
at
who
lived in
beginning of this
the
century.
She won the cause of Christianity by openly defying the
priests of the terrible
goddess Peele.
In spite of their
Mauna-
threats of vengeance she ascended the volcano
Loa, then clambered down over a bank of cinders 400
feet
high to the great lake of
Kilauea
the
fire
home and haunt
(nine miles round)
of the goddess,
and
flung into the boiling lava the consecrated berries which
it
was
woman
sacrilege for a
to handle.
I
WHEN
from the terrors of Nature a people have
fashion'd
Blest
be
the
and worship a
Spirit of Evil,
Voice of the Teacher who
calls
them
'
'
Set yourselves free
!
77
to
KAPWLAN1
78
II
Noble the Saxon who hurl'd
weapon
in
at
olden England
Great and greater,
his
Idol a valorous
!
and greatest of women,
island
heroine, Kapiolani
Clomb
the
and flung the
mountain,
berries,
and
dared the Goddess, and freed the people
Of Hawa-i-ee
!
in
A
people believing that Peele
wallow in
On
fiery riot
the
Goddess would
and revel
Kilauea,
Dance
in
shake
a
fountain
with
island,
Rolling her anger
her
of flame
with
thunders
and
her
devils, or
shatter
her
KAPIOLANI
Thro' blasted valley and
cataracts
down
79
in blood-red
flaring forest
to the sea
!
IV
Long
as the lava-light
Glares from the lava-lake
Dazing the
Long
starlight,
as the silvery
vapour
in daylight
Over the mountain
Floats,
will
either
the glory of Kapiolani be mingled with
on Hawa-i-ee.
v
What
said her Priesthood?
'Woe
to this island
if
ever a
woman
or gather the berries of Peele
Accursed were she
!
!
should handle
KAPIOLANI
So
And woe
to
this
island
if
ever
a
woman
should
climb to the dwelling of Peele the Goddess
Accursed were she
!
'
!
VI
One from
the Sunrise
Dawn'd on His people, and
slowly before
him
Vanish'd shadow-like
Gods and Goddesses,
None
but the terrible Peele remaining as Kapiolani
ascended her mountain,
Baffled her priesthood,
Broke the Taboo,
Dipt to the crater,
Call'd
on the Power adored by the
'
crying
I
dare her,
let
demon from
and
Peele avenge herself
Into the flame- billow dash'd the
the
Christian,
Hawa-i-ee.
berries,
'
!
and drove
THE DAWN
"
You
are but children.
1
'
Egyptian Priest
to Solon.
I
RED
Screams
of
a
babe
of the
Dawn
the
in
!
red-hot
of
palms
a
Moloch of Tyre,
Man
with his brotherless
tropical
Priests
in
dinner on
man
in
the
wood,
the
name
of
the
Lord passing
souls
that
float
thro' fire to the fire,
Head-hunters
and
of
boats
upon human blood
Dahomey
!
81
DAWN
THE
82
Red
Godless
fury
of
Dawn
of the
peoples,
and
!
Christless
frolic
of
kings,
And
the bolt
of war dashing
down upon
cities
and blazing farms,
For Babylon was a child new-born, and
was a babe
And London and
Rome
in arms,
Paris
and
all
the rest are as
yet
but in leading-strings.
in
Dawn
While scandal
is
not Day,
mouthing a bloodless name
cannibal feast,
at
her
DAWN
THE
And
rake-ruin'd
common
And
bodies and souls go
easily
down
in a
wreck,
the Press of a thousand cities
it
Or
83
is
prized for
smells of the beast,
violates
virgin
Truth
for
a
or
coin
a
cheque.
IV
Dawn
Is
not
Day
!
Shame, so few should have climb'd from the
it
dens in the level below,
Men, with a heart and a
soul,
no
slaves
of
a
four-footed will?
But
if
twenty million of summers are stored
the sunlight
We
are
far
in
still,
from the noon of man, there
for the race to grow.
is
time
THE
84
Red
Is
it
DAWN
of the
Dawn
turning a fainter red? so be
we
!
it,
but when
shall
lay
The Ghost
of the Brute that
is
walking and haunt-
ing us yet, and be free?
In
a
hundred,
will
The men
a
thousand
winters?
Ah,
what
our children be,
of a hundred thousand, a million
away?
summers
THE MAKING OF MAN
WHERE
is
one
that,
born of woman, altogether can
escape
From
the lower world within him,
moods of
tiger,
or of ape?
Man
as
ing
yet
is
Age of
Shall not seon
being made, and ere the crownages,
after seon
pass and touch
him
into
shape ?
All
about him
shadow
still,
but,
while
the
flower and fade,
85
races
86
THE MAKING OF MAN
Prophet-eyes
may
catch a glory slowly
gaining
on
the shade,
Till
the peoples
all
are one,
and
all
their voices
blend in choric
Hallelujah
to
made.'
the
Maker
'
It
is
finish'd.
Man
is
THE DREAMER
ON
a
midnight
when
midwinter
in
all
but
the
winds were dead,
'
The meek
shall inherit the
earth
'
was a Scripture
that rang thro' his head,
he dream 'd that a Voice
Till
wailingly past
1
I
am
him and
losing the light of
And
the Vision that led
And
I
When
of the
said
Earth went
:
my Youth
me
of old,
clash with an iron Truth,
I
make
And
I
For
teeming
for
would that
an Age of gold,
my
with
race were run,
liars,
and
madmen,
knaves,
87
and
THE DREAMER
88
And
wearied
of
Autocrats,
Anarchs,
and
Faith
that
hollow
with
Slaves,
And
darken'd
doubts
with
of
a
saves,
And
crimson
with
battles,
and
graves,
To
I
Was
wail
my
waves
whirl,
it
of
the
and
I
my
winds,
and the moan of
follow the Sun.'
only the wind
of
the
Night
shrilling
out
Desolation and wrong
Thro' a dream of the dark?
Yet he thought that
he ansvver'd her wail with a song
Moaning your
losses,
O
Earth,
Heart-weary and overdone
!
THE DREAMER
But
all's
well that ends well,
Whirl, and follow the Sun
He
less will
all's
be
lost
well that ends well,
The Reign
But
of the
it
well that ends well,
For moans
And
will
!
have grown sphere-music
ever your race be run
all's
earth,
begun?
Whirl, and follow the Sun
Or
!
Meek upon
weary one, has
all's
*
than won,
Whirl, and follow the Sun
O
!
racing from heaven to heaven
is
And
For
89
!
well that ends well,
Whirl, and follow the Sun
!
MECHANOPHILUS
(In the time of the
Now
false
from
true,
handle boldly with the hand,
And
see
Dash back
and shape and do.
that ocean with a pier,
Strow yonder mountain
A
railways)
we stand and understand,
first
And sunder
And
first
flat,
railway there, a tunnel here,
Mix me
Bring
me my
That
90
this
I
may
Zone with
horse
my
that
!
horse?
soar the sky,
my
wings
ME CHANOPHIL US
For Thought
outward springs,
find her with the eye.
T
O
into the
will she,
And
Who
moonlike, sway the main,
bring or chase the storm,
was a shadow
And
is
in the brain,
a living form?
Far as the Future vaults her
From
To
this
my
skies,
vantage ground
those still-working energies
I
spy nor term nor bound.
As we surpass our
Our sons
A
91
will
fathers' skill,
shame our own
thousand things are hidden
And
not a hundred known.
;
still
ME CHAXOPHIL
( \S
And had some prophet spoken
Of
all
we
true
shall achieve,
The wonders were
so wildly
That no man would
new
believe.
'
Meanwhile,
The
and wield
brothers, work,
forces of to-day,
And plow
And
my
the Present like a
garner
all
you may
field.
!
You, what the cultured surface grows,
Dispense with careful hands
Deep under deep
:
for ever goes,
Heaven over heaven expands.
RIFLEMEN FORM!
THERE
Storm
a sound of thunder afar,
is
Storm of
Well
South that darkens the day
in the
if
battle
it
and thunder of war
do not
roll
our way.
Storm, Storm, Riflemen form
!
Ready, be ready against the storm
Riflemen, Riflemen, Riflemen form
Be not deaf
Be not
Are
figs
How
to the
gull'd
can a despot
!
!
sound that warns,
by a despot's plea
of thistles?
!
!
or grapes of thorns?
feel
with the Free?
93
!
RIFLEMEN FORM
94
Form, Form, Riflemen Form
Ready, be ready
to
!
meet the storm
Riflemen, Riflemen, Riflemen form
Let your reforms for a
Look
to your butts,
moment go
!
!
!
and take good aims
!
Better a rotten borough or so
Than
a rotten fleet and a city in flames
Storm, Storm, Riflemen form
!
Ready, be ready against the storm
!
Riflemen, Riflemen, Riflemen form
!
Form, be ready
Form
in
to
!
do or die
!
Freedom's name and the Quee~n's
True we have got
such a
That only the Devil can
tell
faithful
!
ally
what he means.
RIFLEMEN FORM
Form, Form, Riflemen Form
95
!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm
Riflemen, Riflemen, Riflemen form
1
I
have been asked to republish
'
The
first
published in
teer
movement began.
Times,'
May
this old
9,
!
l
!
poem, which
\yas
1859, before the Volun-
THE TOURNEY
RALPH would
fight in
Edith's sight,
For Ralph was Edith's
lover,
Ralph went down
like a fire to the fight,
Struck to the
and struck to the
Roll'd
'
left
them over and
right,
over.
Gallant Sir Ralph,' said the king.
Casques were crack 'd and hauberks hack'd,
Lances snapt
Rang
in sunder,
the stroke, and sprang the blood,
Knights were thwack'd and riven, and hew'd
Like broad oaks with thunder.
'
O
what an arm,' said the king.
96
THE TOUKNEY
97
Edith bow'd her stately head,
Saw them
lie
confounded,
Edith Montfort bow'd her head,
Crown'd her
knight's,
and
flush'd as red
As poppies when she crown'd
'Take her
Sir Ralph,'
it.
said the king.
THE BEE AND THE FLOWER
THE bee
'
I
am
The
buzz'd up in the heat.
faint for
flower said
For now
your honey,
'Take
my
my
it
dear,
the spring of the year.
is
So come, come
'
Hum
'
!
'
!
And
the bee buzz'd
down from
And
the bee buzz'd
up
When
98
sweet.'
the heat.
in the cold
the flower was wither'd
and
old.
THE BEE AND THE FLOWER
'Have you
She said
'
still
It's
the
fall
And
Hum
dear?'
of the year,
But come, come
1
my
any honey,
'
!
'
!
the bee buzz'd off in the cold.
99
,
THE WANDERER
THE gleam
And
of household sunshine ends,
here no longer can
Farewell
You
!
will
I
rest
;
not speak,
my
friends,
Unfriendly of your parted guest.
O
well for
him
Or makes a
And
that finds a friend,
friend where'er he
loves the world from
end
And wanders on from home
100
to
come,
to end,
home
!
THE WANDERER
happy
he,
On whom
and
1
to live,
home
a happy
To make him
His
fit
has power
trust his life,
fealty to the
count you kind,
101
and give
halcyon hour
I
hold you true
But what may follow who can
Give
me
a
hand
And deem me
!
and you
grateful,
and
;
tell?
and you
farewell
!
POETS AND CRITICS
THIS thing, that thing
is
the rage,
Helter-skelter runs the age
Minds on
Vary
this
;
round earth of ours
like the leaves
and
flowers,
Fashion Yl after certain laws
;
Sing thou low or loud or sweet,
All at all points thou canst not meet,
Some
What
Few
1
02
is
will
pass and
some
true at last will tell
will
pause.
:
at first will place thee well
;
POETS AND CRITICS
103
Some
too low would have thee shine,
Some
too high
Hold
Year
no
fault
thine own, and
will
of thine
work thy
graze the heel of year,
But seldom comes the poet here,
And
the Critic's rarer
still.
will
!
A VOICE SPAKE OUT OF THE SKIES
f
A
VOICE spake out of the
To
a just
man and
'The world and
all
a wise
within
Will only last a minute
And
'
it
worth
Or mine
'
!
I
die
'
!
his while to eat,
to give
If the world
and
Were nothing
104
it
a beggar began to cry
Food, food or
Is
skies
him meat,
all
within
it
the next minute?
DOUBT AND PRAYER
THO' Sin too
Rail at
From
By
'
when smitten by Thy
Blind Fate
sin thro'
'
with
not Reason
let
My
I
fail
Alas
'
!
my
;
me, nor the sod
living flower
learn that Love, which
Father, and
'
true forefathers trod
Draw from my death Thy
Before
a vain
many
rod,
sorrow into Thee we pass
same path our
that
And
oft,
is,
Brother, and
and
and was
my God
!
105
grass,
DOUBT AND PRAYER
106
me
Steel
with patience! soften
me
with grief!
Let blow the trumpet strongly while
Till this
My
if
So Thou
pray,
embattled wall of unbelief
prison, not
Then,
I
thou
my
fortress,
wiliest,
wilt strike
let
Thy
my
fall
away
day be
!
brief,
glory thro' the day.
FAITH
DOUBT no
longer
and the
Let not
all
that
the
Highest
is
the
wisest
best,
that saddens Nature
break thy
blight thy
hope or
rest,
Quail not at the fiery mountain, at the shipwreck,
or the rolling
Thunder, or the rending earthquake, or the famine,
or the pest
!
107
FAITH
io8
Neither mourn
if
heart's desire
human
creeds be lower
than the
!
Thro' the gates that bar the distance comes a gleam
of what
Wait
till
man
is
higher.
Death has flung them open, when the
will
make
the
Maker
Dark no more with human hatreds
deathless
fire
!
in the
glare
of
THE SILENT VOICES*
WHEN
the
Brings the
Call
me
dumb Hour,
clothed in black,
Dreams about my bed,
not so often back,
Silent Voices of the dead,
Toward
the lowland ways behind me,
And
the sunlight that
Call
me
is
gone
!
rather, silent voices,
Forward to the
starry track
Glimmering up the heights beyond
On, and always on
*
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!
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WILL my
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deeps and heights?
Must
my
day be dark by reason,
O
ye
Heavens,
of your boundless nights,
Rush of Suns, and
roll
of systems, and your
fiery
clash of meteorites?
Spirit,
nearing yon dark portal at the limit of thy
human
no
state,
GOD AND THE UNIVERSE
Fear
not
thou
which alone
Nor
the
is
hidden purpose of that Power
great,
the myriad world,
Opener of the
m
His shadow, nor the
Gate.'
silent
THE DEATH
OF THE
DUKE OF CLARENCE AND AVONDALE
&a
THE
bridal garland
The shadow
Has
tbc
fttonriurs.
falls
upon the
bier,
of a crown, that o'er him hung,
vanish'd in the shadow cast by Death.
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-
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DEATH OF THE DUKE OF CLARENCE
That
all
Were
For
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if this
Then,
The
the Thrones are clouded by your loss,
;
earth be ruled by Perfect Love,
after his brief
toll
Yet be comforted
range of blameless days,
of funeral in an Angel ear
Sounds happier than the merriest marriage-bell.
The
face of
Death
is
toward the Sun of
His shadow darkens earth
Is
his truer
:
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And march
of that Eternal
Whereto the worlds beat
Until the great Hereafter.
in the
Life,
name
roll
Harmony
time, tho' faintly heard
Mourn
THE END
in
hope
!
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