Spirits in Bondage | Page 6

leave
And pillared courts beyond the Milky Way,
Wherein thou tarriest all
our solar day
While unsubstantial dreams before thee weave
A foamy dance, and
fluttering fancies play
About thy palace in the silver ray
Of some far, moony globe.
But when the hour,
The long-expected comes, the ivory gates
Open on noiseless
hinge before thy bower
Unbidden, and the jewelled chariot waits
With magic steeds.

Thou from the fronting rim
Bending to urge them, whilst thy sea-dark hair
Falls in
ambrosial ripples o'er each limb,
With beautiful pale arms, untrammelled, bare
For
horsemanship, to those twin chargers fleet
Dost give full rein across the fires that glow

In the wide floor of heaven, from off their feet
Scattering the powdery star-dust as
they go.
Come swiftly down the sky, O Lady Night,
Fall through the shadow-country,
O most kind,
Shake out thy strands of gentle dreams and light
For chains, wherewith
thou still art used to bind
With tenderest love of careful leeches' art
The bruised and
weary heart
In slumber blind.
X. To Sleep
I will find out a place for thee, O SleepA
hidden wood among the hill-tops green,
Full
of soft streams and little winds that creep
The murmuring boughs between.
A hollow cup above the ocean placed
Where nothing rough, nor loud, nor harsh shall be,

But woodland light and shadow interlaced
And summer sky and sea.
There in the fragrant twilight I will raise
A secret altar of the rich sea sod,
Whereat to
offer sacrifice and praise
Unto my lonely god:
Due sacrifice of his own drowsy flowers,
The deadening poppies in an ocean shell

Round which through all forgotten days and hours
The great seas wove their spell.
So may he send me dreams of dear delight
And draughts of cool oblivion, quenching
pain,
And sweet, half-wakeful moments in the night
To hear the falling rain.
And when he meets me at the dusk of day
To call me home for ever, this I askThat
he
may lead me friendly on that way
And wear no frightful mask.
XI. In Prison
I cried out for the pain of man,
I cried out for my bitter wrath
Against the hopeless
life that ran
For ever in a circling path
From death to death since all began;
Till on a
summer night
I lost my way in the pale starlight

And saw our planet, far and small,

Through endless depths of nothing fall
A lonely pin-prick spark of light,
Upon the
wide, enfolding night,
With leagues on leagues of stars above it,
And powdered dust
of stars belowDead
things that neither hate nor love it
Not even their own loveliness
can know,
Being but cosmic dust and dead.
And if some tears be shed,
Some evil
God have power,
Some crown of sorrow sit
Upon a little world for a little hourWho

shall remember? Who shall care for it?
XII. De Profundis
Come let us curse our Master ere we die,
For all our hopes in endless ruin lie.
The

good is dead. Let us curse God most High.
Four thousand years of toil and hope and thought
Wherein man laboured upward and
still wrought
New worlds and better, Thou hast made as naught.
We built us joyful cities, strong and fair,
Knowledge we sought and gathered wisdom
rare.
And all this time you laughed upon our care,
And suddenly the earth grew black with wrong,
Our hope was crushed and silenced was
our song,
The heaven grew loud with weeping. Thou art strong.
Come then and curse the Lord. Over the earth
Gross darkness falls, and evil was our
birth
And our few happy days of little worth.
Even if it be not all a dream in vain
-The ancient hope that still will rise againOf
a just
God that cares for earthly pain,
Yet far away beyond our labouring night,
He wanders in the depths of endless light,

Singing alone his musics of delight;
Only the far, spent echo of his song
Our dungeons and deep cells can smite along,

And Thou art nearer. Thou art very strong.
O universal strength, I know it well,
It is but froth of folly to rebel;
For thou art Lord
and hast the keys of Hell.
Yet I will not bow down to thee nor love thee,
For looking in my own heart I can prove
thee,
And know this frail, bruised being is above thee.
Our love, our hope, our thirsting for the right,
Our mercy and long seeking of the light,

Shall we change these for thy relentless might?
Laugh then and slay. Shatter all things of worth,
Heap torment still on torment for thy
mirthThou
art not Lord while there are Men on earth.
XIII. Satan Speaks
I am the Lord your God: even he that made
Material things, and all these signs arrayed

Above you and have set beneath the race
Of mankind, who forget their Father's face

And even while they drink my light of day
Dream of some other gods and disobey

My warnings, and despise my holy laws,
Even tho' their sin shall slay them. For which
cause,
Dreams dreamed in vain, a never-filled desire
And in close flesh a spiritual fire,

A thirst for good their kind shall not attain,
A backward cleaving to the beast again.

A loathing for the life that I have given,
A haunted,