It is Her peace that ye go to break Not mine, nor any king's. But, touching your clamour of 'Conscience sake,' I care for none of these things. Whether ye rise for the sake of a creed, Or riot in hope of spoil, Equally will I punish the deed, Equally check the broil; Nowise permitting injustice at all THE BEES AND THE FLIES A FARMER of the Augustan Age The story of the secret won How the dank sea-god showed the swain Means to restore his hives again. More briefly, how a slaughtered bull Breeds honey by the bellyful. The egregious rustic put to death With fragrant herbs and branches spread, Nor waited long. The God of Day The carcass-and the carcass swelled. Big with new birth the belly heaves The farmer bids men bring more hives Where are the honest toilers? Where Obscene and shameless to the light, Through putrid offal, while above Whose offspring, supping where they supt, ROAD-SONG OF THE BANDAR-LOG HERE we go in a flung festoon, Half-way up to the jealous moon! you envy our pranceful bands? Don't Don't you wish you had extra hands? Now you're angry, but-never mind, Here we sit in a branchy row, Now we're going to-never mind, All the talk we ever have heard Let's pretend we are . . . Never mind! Then join our leaping lines that scumfish through the pines, THE FABULISTS 1914-18 WHEN all the world would keep a matter hid, Men write in fable, as old Æsop did, Jesting at that which none will name aloud. And this they needs must do, or it will fall Unless they please they are not heard at all When desperate Folly daily laboureth To work confusion upon all we have, When diligent Sloth demandeth Freedom's death, Needs must all please, yet some not all for need Whom present toil shall snatch from later pain. Thus some have toiled but their reward was small Since, though they pleased, they were not heard at all. This was the lock that lay upon our lips, This was the yoke that we have undergone, Denying us all pleasant fellowships As in our time and generation. Our pleasures unpursued age past recall. What man hears aught except the groaning guns? What man heeds aught save what each instant brings? When each man's life all imaged life outruns, What man shall pleasure in imaginings? So it hath fallen, as it was bound to fall, "OUR FATHERS ALSO❞ THRONES, Powers, Dominions, Peoples, Kings, Our fathers also see these things By-they are by with mirth and tears, Cushioned about on the kindly years The grapes are pressed, the corn is shockedStandeth no more to glean; For the Gates of Love and Learning locked When they went out between. All lore our Lady Venus bares, Signalled it was or told By the dear lips long given to theirs And longer to the mould. All Profit, all Device, all Truth Written it was or said By the mighty men of their mighty youth, Which is mighty being dead. The film that floats before their eyes The Temple's Veil they call; And the dust that on the Shewbread lies Is holy over all. Warn them of seas that slip our yoke Of slow-conspiring stars The ancient Front of Things unbroke By-they are by with mirth and tears, Between the wall and the fire! |