Eyesight and speech they wrought A time to serve and to sin; With his lips he travaileth; In his eyes foreknowledge of death; He weaves, and is clothed with derision; Sows, and he shall not reap; His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep. LOVE AND LOVE'S MATES We have seen thee, O Love, thou art fair; thou art goodly, O Love; Thy wings make light in the air as the wings of a dove. Thy feet are as winds that divide the stream of the sea; Earth is thy covering to hide thee, the garment of thee. Thou art swift and subtle and blind as a flame of fire; Before thee the laughter, behind thee the tears of desire; And twain go forth beside thee, a man with a maid; Her eyes are the eyes of a bride whom delight makes afraid; As the breath in the buds that stir is her bridal breath: But Fate is the name of her; and his name is Death. NATURE O that I now, I too were By deep wells and water-floods, Pale as grass or latter flowers, Shine, and many a maid's by thee Or in lower pools that see Fair as those that in far years Toward him, even as thine heart now Thine, O goddess, turning hither And lives withered as leaves wither Herds and harvest slain and shed, For not seldom, when all air Good with bad, and overbear All the pride of us that live, All the high estate, As ye long since overbore, As in old time long before, Many a strong man and a great, But do thou, sweet, otherwise, FATE Not as with sundering of the earth And sound of thunder in men's ears And fire of lightning in men's sight, Fate, mother of desires and fears, Bore unto men the law of tears; But sudden, an unfathered flame, And broken out of night, she shone, She, without body, without name, In days forgotten and foregone ; And heaven rang round her as she came Like smitten cymbals, and lay bare; Clouds and great stars, thunders and Shall the waves take pity on thee Or the south-wind offer thee love? Wilt thou take the night for thy day Or the darkness for light on thy way Till thou say in thine heart, Enough? Behold, thou art over fair, thou art over wise: The sweetness of spring in thine hair, and the light in thine eyes. The light of the spring in thine eyes, and the sound in thine ears; Yet thine heart shall wax heavy with sighs and thine eyelids with tears. Wilt thou cover thine hair with gold; and with silver thy feet? Hast thou taken the purple to fold thee, and made thy mouth sweet? Behold, when thy face is made bare, he that loved thee shall hate; Thy face shall be no more fair at the fall of thy fate. For thy life shall fall as a leaf and be shed as the rain; And the veil of thine head shall be grief; and the crown shall be pain. THE DEATH OF MELEAGER Meleager. Let your hands meet As the feet of the dead; For the flesh of my body is molten, the limbs of it molten as lead. Chorus. O thy luminous face, O the grief, O the grace, As of day when it dies! Who is this bending over thee, lord, with tears and suppression of sighs! Meleager. Is a bride so fair? Is a maid so meek? With unchapleted hair, With unfilleted cheek, Atalanta, the pure among women, whose name is as blessing to speak. Atalanta. I would that with feet, Overbold, overfleet, I had swum not nor trod From Arcadia to Calydon, northward, a blast of the envy of God. Meleager. Unto each man his fate; Unto each as he saith In whose fingers the weight Of the world is as breath; Yet I would that in clamor of battle mine hands had laid hold upon death. Chorus. Not with cleaving of shields And their clash in thine ear, When the lord of fought fields Breaketh spearshaft from spear, Thou art broken, our lord, thou art broken, with travail and labor and fear. Meleager. Would God he had found me Chorus. Whence art thou sent from us? How art thou rent from us, As with severing of eyelids and eyes, as with sundering of body and soul ! Meleager. My heart is within me As an ash in the fire; Whosoever hath seen me, Without lute, without lyre, Shall sing of me grievous things, even things that were ill to desire. Chorus. Who shall raise thee From the house of the dead? Or what man praise thee That thy praise may be said? Alas thy beauty! alas thy body! alas thine head! Meleager. But thou, O mother, When I move among shadows a shadow, and wail by impassable streams? Eneus. What thing wilt thou leave me For the light of mine eyes, the desire of my life, the desirable one? Chorus. Thou wert glad above others, |