(Translated far beyond the daughters of men) To rise and walk upon it.
And weeping fast as she had breath Janet implored us, "Wake her from her sleep!" And would not be instructed in how deep Was the forgetful kingdom of death.
THE SWARTHY ONE
Villagers who gather round, This is Fides, my lean hound. Bring your bristled village curs To try his fang and tooth, sweet sirs: He will rend them, he is savage, Thinking nothing but to ravage, Nor with cudgel, fire, rope, May ye control my misanthrope; He would tear the moon in the sky And fly at Heaven, could he fly. And for his ravening without cease I have had of him no peace. Only once I bared the knife To quit my devil of his life, But listen, how I heard him say, "Think you I shall die today? Since your mother cursed and died, I am keeping at your side, We are firmly knit together, Two ends tugging at one tether, And you shall see when I shall die That you are mortal even as I." Bring your stoutest-hearted curs If ye would risk him, gentle sirs.
THE THICK ONE
Countrymen, here's a noble frame, Humphrey is my elephant's name. When my father's back was bent Under steep impediment,
Humphrey came to my possession, With patient strength for all his passion. Have ye a mountain to remove? It is Humphrey's dearest love. Pile his burden to the skies, Loose a pestilence of flies,
Foot him in the quick morass Where no laden beast can pass:
He will staunch his weariless back And march unswerving on the track. Have ye seen a back so wide, Such impenetrable hide?
Nor think ye by this Humphrey hill Prince Hamlet bare his fardels ill? Myself I like it not for us To wear beneath an incubus; I take offense, but in no rage May I dispose my heritage;
Though in good time the vast and tough Shall sink and totter soon enough.
So pile your population up:
They are a drop in Humphrey's cup; Add all your curses to his pack
To make one straw for Humphrey's back.
If ye remark how poor I am, Come, citizens, behold my lamb! Have ye a lion, ounce, or scourge, Or any beast of dainty gorge? Agnus lays his tender youth Between the very enemy's mouth, And though he sniff his delicate meat, He may not bruise that flesh nor eat, He may not rend him limb from limb, If Agnus do but bleat on him.
Fierce was my youth, but like a dream I saw a temple, and a stream,
And where I knelt and washed my sore, This infant lamb stood on the shore, He mounted with me from the river. And still he cries, as brave as ever, "Lay me down by the lion's side To match my frailty with his pride; Fain would I welter in my blood To teach these lions true lionhood." So daily Agnus would be slain. But daily is denied again, And still the hungry lions range While Agnus waits upon a change;
Only the coursing lions die And in their deserts mortify. So bring us lion, leopard, bear,
To try of Agnus without fear, And ye less gentle than I am, Come, be instructed of my Lamb.
FIRST TRAVELS OF MAX
As hath been, lo, these many generations, The best of the Van Vroomans was the youngest; And even he, in a chevroned sailor's blouse And tawny curls far from subdued to the cap, Had slapped old Katie and betaken himself
From games for children. That was because they told Him never, never to set a wicked foot Into Fool's Forest, where the devil dwelt.
"Become Saint Michael's sword!" said Max to the stick, And to the stone, "Be a brand-new revolver!" Then Max was glad that he had armed so wisely, As darker grew the wood, and shrill with silence. All good fairies were helpless here; at night Whipped in an inch of their lives; weeping, forbidden To play with strange scared truant little boys
Who didn't belong there. Snakes were allowed there And lizards and adders-people of age and evil
That lay on their bellies and whispered-no bird nor rabbit. There were more rotten trees than there were sound ones; In that wood, timber was degenerate
And rotted almost faster than it grew.
There were no flowers nor apples; too much age.
The only innocent thing in there was Max,
And even he had cursed his little sisters.
The little black tarn rose up almost in his face— It was as black and sudden as the pit The Adversary digs in the bowels of earth; Bubbles were on it, breath of the black beast (Formed like a spider, white bag for entrails) Who took that sort of blackness to inhabit And dangle after bad men in Fool's Forest. "Must they be bad?" said casuistical Max. "Mightn't a good boy who stopped saying his prayers Be allowed to slip into the spider's fingers?"
Max raised his sword-but what can swords do Against the Prince of the Dark? Max sheathed his point And crept around the pool.
In the middle of the wood was a Red Witch. Max half expected her. He never expected To find a witch's house so dirty and foolish, A witch with a wide bosom yellow as butter, Or a witch combing so many obscene things
From her black hair into her scarlet lap.
He never believed there would attempt to sing
The one that taught the rats to squeal and Bashan's Bull to bellow.
"Littlest and last Van Vrooman, do you come too?" She knew him, it appeared, would know him better, The scarlet hulk of hell with a fat bosom, Pirouetting at the bottom of the forest. Certainly Max had come, but he was going, Unequal contests never being commanded On young knights only armed in innocency. "When I am a grown man I will come here And cut your head off!" That was very well; Not a true heart beating in Christendom
Could have said more, but that for the present would do. Max went straight home; and nothing chilled him more Than the company kept him by the witch's laugh And the witch's song, and the creeping of his flesh.
Max is more firmly domiciliated.
A great house is Van Vrooman, a green slope South to the sun do the great ones inhabit
And a few children play on the lawn with the nurse. Max has returned to his play, and you may find him, His famous curls unsmoothed, if you will call Where the Van Vroomans live, the tribe Van Vrooman Live there, at least, when any are at home.
(Scene: Of the Mississippi the bank sinister, and of the Ohio the bank sinister)
Tawny are the leaves turned, but they still hold. It is the harvest; what shall this land produce? A meager hill of kernels, a runnel of juice. Declension looks from our land, it is old. Therefore let us assemble, dry, gray, spare, And mild as yellow air.
"I hear the creak of a raven's funeral wing." The young men would be joying in the song Of passionate birds; their memories are not long. What is it thus rehearsed in sable? "Nothing." Trust not but the old endure, and shall be older Than the scornful beholder.
We pluck the spindling ears and gather the corn. One spot has special yield? "On this spot stood Heroes and drenched it with their only blood." And talk meets talk, as echoes from the horn
Of the hunter-echoes are the old men's arts Ample are the chambers of their hearts.
Here come the hunters, keepers of a rite.
The horn, the hounds, the lank mares coursing by Under quaint archetypes of chivalry; And the fox, lovely ritualist, in flight Offering his unearthly ghost to quarry; And the fields, themselves to harry.
Resume, harvesters. The treasure is full bronze Which you will garner
for the Lady, and the moon
Could tinge it no yellower than does this noon;
But the gray will quench it shortly-the fields, men, stones. Pluck fast, dreamers; prove as you rumble slowly Not less than men, not wholly.
Bare the arm too, dainty youths, bend the knees Under bronze burdens. And by an autumn tone As by a gray, as by a green, you will have known Your famous Lady's image; for so have these. And if one say that easily will your hands More prosper in other lands,
Angry as wasp-music be your cry then:
"Forsake the Proud Lady, of the heart of fire,
The look of snow, to the praise of a dwindled choir,
Song of degenerate specters that were men?
The sons of the fathers shall keep her, worthy of What these have done in love."
True, it is said of our Lady, she ageth.
But see, if you peep shrewdly, she hath not stooped; Take no thought of her servitors that have drooped, For we are nothing; and if one talk of death- Why, the ribs of the earth subsist frail as a breath If but God wearieth.
-I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying To make you hear. Your ears are soft and small
And listen to an old man not at all;
They want the young men's whispering and sighing. But see the roses on your trellis dying
And hear the spectral singing of the moon
For I must have my lovely lady soon. I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying.
-I am a lady young in beauty waiting Until my truelove comes, and then we kiss. But what gray man among the vines is this
Whose words are dry and faint as in a dream? Back from my trellis, sir, before I scream! I am a lady young in beauty waiting.
CAPTAIN CARPENTER
Captain Carpenter rose up in his prime Put on his pistols and went riding out But had got wellnigh nowhere at that time Till he fell in with ladies in a rout.
It was a pretty lady and all her train
That played with him so sweetly but before An hour she'd taken a sword with all her main And twined him of his nose for evermore.
Captain Carpenter mounted up one day And rode straightway into a stranger rogue That looked unchristian but be that as it may The Captain did not wait upon prologue.
But drew upon him out of his great heart The other swung against him with a club And cracked his two legs at the shinny part And let him roll and stick like any tub.
Captain Carpenter rode many a time. From male and female took he sundry harms He met the wife of Satan crying "I'm The she wolf bids you shall bear no more arms."
Their strokes and counters whistled in the wind I wish he had delivered half his blows But where she should have made off like a hind The bitch bit off his arms at the elbows.
And Captain Carpenter parted with his ears. To a black devil that used him in this wise O jesus ere his threescore and ten years Another had plucked out his sweet blue eyes.
Captain Carpenter got up on his roan And sallied from the gate in hell's despite I heard him asking in the grimmest tone. If any enemy yet there was to fight?
"To any adversary it is fame
If he risk to be wounded by my tongue
Or burnt in two beneath my red heart's flame Such are the perils he is cast among.
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