The Pope, the swithering Neutrals, The Kaiser and his Gott Their rôles, their goals, their naked souls- Now he hath left his quarters, One watchword through our Armies, One answer from our Lands: "No dealings with Diabolus As long as Mansoul stands!" A pedlar from a hovel, FRANCE 1913 BROKE to every known mischance, lifted over all By the light sane joy of life, the buckler of the Gaul; Furious in luxury, merciless in toil, Terrible with strength that draws from her tireless soil; Strictest judge of her own worth, gentlest of man's mind, First to follow Truth and last to leave old Truths behindFrance, beloved of every soul that loves its fellow-kind! Ere our birth (rememberest thou?) side by side we lay Ere men knew our tongues apart, our one task was known— To this end we stormed the seas, tack for tack, and burst Through the doorways of new worlds, doubtful which was first, Hand on hilt (rememberest thou?) ready for the blowSure, whatever else we met, we should meet our foe. Spurred or balked at every stride by the other's strength, So we rode the ages down and every ocean's length! Where did you refrain from us or we refrain from you? ward That extorted word of praise gasped 'twixt lunge and guard. All that soiled or salted life for a thousand years. Yoked in knowledge and remorse, now we come to rest, Now we watch the new years shape, wondering if they hold Now we count new keels afloat, and new hosts on land, Massed like ours (rememberest thou?) when our strokes were planned. We were schooled for dear life's sake, to know each other's blade. What can Blood and Iron make more than we have made? Broke to every known mischance, lifted over all By the light sane joy of life, the buckler of the Gaul; Terrible with strength renewed from a tireless soil; Strictest judge of her own worth, gentlest of man's mind, First to face the Truth and last to leave old Truths behindFrance, beloved of every soul that loves or serves its kind! "BEFORE A MIDNIGHT BREAKS IN STORM" 1903 BEFORE a midnight breaks in storm, Or herded sea in wrath, Ye know what wavering gusts inform Till the loosed wind Except Distress, which, so will prophets cry, O'ercame them, houseless, from the unhinting sky. Ere rivers league against the land In piratry of flood, Ye know what waters steal and stand Where seldom water stood. Yet who will note, Till fields afloat, And washen carcass and the returning well, Ye know who use the Crystal Ball Like breath from glass, But, on the extorted vision bowed intent, Before the years reborn behold And the sport-making Gods of old, The all-pregnant sphere, Bow to the birth and sweat, but-speech denied― Sit dumb or dealt in part-fall weak and wide. Yet instant to fore-shadowed need The eternal balance swings; These shall possess Our littleness, And in the imperial task (as worthy) lay THE BELL BUOY 1896 THEY christened my brother of old- They gave him his place to hold Would I change with my brother a league inland? (Shoal! 'Ware shoal!) Not I! In the flush of the hot June prime, I hear him hurry the chime To the bidding of checked Desire; Till the sweated ringers tire And the wild bob-majors die. Could I wait for my turn in the godly choir? (Shoal! 'Ware shoal!) Not I! When the smoking scud is blown When the greasy wind-rack lowers Apart and at peace and alone, He counts the changeless hours. He wars with darkling Powers (I war with a darkling sea); Would he stoop to my work in the gusty mirk? (Shoal! 'Ware shoal!) Not he! There was never a priest to pray, There was never a hand to toll, When they made me guard of the bay, And moored me over the shoal. |