'The ever-shifting currents of the blood 'Nay-yet it chafes me that I could not bend 'The man, my lover, with whom I rode sublime 'We drank the Libyan Sun to sleep, and lit O my life In Egypt! O the dalliance and the wit, The flattery and the strife, 'And the wild kiss, when fresh from war's alarms, My Hercules, my Roman Antony, My mailed Bacchus leapt into my arms, Contented there to die! 'And there he died: and when I heard my name (With that she tore her robe apart, and half 'I died a Queen. The Roman soldier found Her warbling voice, a lyre of widest range Struck by all passion, did fall down and glance From tone to tone, and glided thro' all change Of liveliest utterance. When she made pause I knew not for delight; Still with their fires Love tipt his keenest darts; Slowly my sense undazzled. Then I heard A noise of some one coming thro' the lawn, 'The torrent brooks of hallow'd Israel From craggy hollows pouring, late and soon, Sound all night long, in falling thro' the dell, Far-heard beneath the moon. 'The balmy moon of blessed Israel Floods all the deep-blue gloom with beams divine : As one that museth where broad sunshine laves Of sound on roof and floor Within, and anthem sung, is charm'd and tied To where he stands,-so stood I, when that flow Of music left the lips of her that died To save her father's vow; The daughter of the warrior Gileadite, A maiden pure; as when she went along From Mizpeh's tower'd gate with welcome light, My words leapt forth: 'Heaven heads the count of crimes With that wild oath.' She render'd answer high: 'Not so, nor once alone; a thousand times I would be born and die. 'Single I grew, like some green plant, whose root Creeps to the garden water-pipes beneath, Feeding the flower; but ere my flower to fruit Changed, I was ripe for death. 'My God, my land, my father-these did move Me from my bliss of life, that Nature gave, Lower'd softly with a threefold cord of love Down to a silent grave. 'And I went mourning, "No fair Hebrew boy 'Leaving the olive-gardens far below, 'The light white cloud swam over us. Anon We heard the lion roaring from his den; We saw the large white stars rise one by one, Or, from the darken'd glen, 'Saw God divide the night with flying flame, I heard Him, for He spake, and grief became 'When the next moon was roll'd into the sky, Strength came to me that equall'd my desire. How beautiful a thing it was to die For God and for my sire! 'It comforts me in this one thought to dwell, 'Moreover it is written that my race Hew'd Ammon, hip and thigh, from Aroer On Arnon unto Minneth.' Here her face Glow'd, as I look'd at her. She lock'd her lips: she left me where I stood: Losing her carol I stood pensively, As one that from a casement leans his head, When midnight bells cease ringing suddenly, And the old year is dead. 'Alas! alas!' a low voice, full of care, Murmur'd beside me: 'Turn and look on me : 'Would I had been some maiden coarse and poor ! Do hunt me, day and night.' She ceased in tears, fallen from hope and trust: You should have clung to Fulvia's waist, and thrust With that sharp sound the white dawn's creeping beams, Stol'n to my brain, dissolved the mystery Morn broaden'd on the borders of the dark, Or her who knew that Love can vanquish Death, No memory labours longer from the deep Each little sound and sight. With what dull pain As when a soul laments, which hath been blest, Because all words, tho' cull'd with choicest art, II THE PALACE OF ART I BUILT my soul a lordly pleasure-house, I said, 'O Soul, make merry and carouse, A huge crag-platform, smooth as burnish'd brass Suddenly scaled the light. Thereon I built it firm. Of ledge or shelf In her high palace there. And while the world runs round and round,' I said, 'Reign thou apart, a quiet king, Still as, while Saturn whirls, his stedfast shade Sleeps on his luminous ring.' To which my soul made answer readily : In this great mansion, that is built for me, |