66 But," sayest thou-(and I marvel, I repeat, To find thee tripping on a mere word) "what "Thou writest, paintest, stays; that does not die 66 Sappho survives, because we sing her songs, "And Eschylus, because we read his plays!" Why, if they live still, let them come and take Thy slave in my despite, drink from thy cup, Speak in my place. Thou diest while I survive? Say rather that my fate is deadlier still, In this, that every day my sense of joy Grows more acute, my soul (intensified By power and insight) more enlarged, more keen ; When I shall know most, and yet least enjoy-- For joy, as this is in desire for joy, -To seek which, the joy-hunger forces us : That, stung by straitness of our life, made strait On purpose to make prized the life at large— Freed by the throbbing impulse we call death, We burst there as the worm into the fly, Who, while a worm still, wants his wings. But no! Zeus has not yet revealed it; and alas, He must have done so, were it possible ! Live long and happy, and in that thought die, Glad for what was! Farewell. And for the rest, I cannot tell thy messenger aright Where to deliver what he bears of thine To one called Paulus; we have heard his fame He writeth, doth he? well, and he may write. Oh, the Jew findeth scholars! certain slaves Who touched on this same isle, preached him and Christ; And (as I gathered from a bystander) Their doctrine could be held by no sane man. INSTANS TYRANNUS. I. OF the million or two, more or less, I rule and possess, One man, for some cause undefined, II. I struck him, he grovelled of course- I pinned him to earth with my weight And persistence of hate; And he lay, would not moan, would not curse, As his lot might be worse. III. "Were the object less mean, would he stand "At the swing of my hand! "For obscurity helps him, and blots "The hole where he squats." So, I set my five wits on the stretch To inveigle the wretch. All in vain ! Gold and jewels I threw, I tempted his blood and his flesh, Hid in roses my mesh, Choicest cates and the flagon's best spilth: Still he kept to his filth. IV. Had he kith now or kin, were access To his heart, did I press : Just a son or a mother to seize ! No such booty as these. Were it simply a friend to pursue 'Mid my million or two, Who could pay me, in person or pelf, What he owes me himself ! No: I could not but smile through my chafe : For the fellow lay safe As his mates do, the midge and the nit, -Through minuteness, to wit. V. Then a humour more great took its place At the thought of his face : The droop, the low cares of the mouth, The trouble uncouth 'Twixt the brows, all that air one is fain To put out of its pain. And, "no !" I admonished myself, "Is one mocked by an elf, "Is one baffled by toad or by rat? "The gravamen 's in that! "How the lion, who crouches to suit "His back to my foot, "Would admire that I stand in debate! "But the small turns the great "If it vexes you,-that is the thing! "Toad or rat vex the king? "Though I waste half my realm to unearth "Toad or rat, 't is well worth!" VI. So, I soberly laid my last plan To extinguish the man. Round his creep-hole, with never a break Ran my fires for his sake; Over-head, did my thunder combine With my under-ground mine: Till I looked from my labour content To enjoy the event. VII. When sudden . . . how think ye, the end? Say rather, from marge to blue marge The whole sky grew his targe With the sun's self for visible boss, While an Arm ran across Which the earth heaved beneath like a breast Where the wretch was safe prest! Do you see? Just my vengeance complete, Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and prayed! |