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A LOVER'S DIARY By Gilbert Parker Volume 2.
CONTENTS: DREAMS THE BRIDE THE WRAITH SURRENDER THE CITADEL MALFEASANCE ANNUNCIATION VANISHED DREAMS INTO THY LAND DIVIDED WE MUST LIVE ON YET LIFE IS SWEET LOST FOOTSTEPS THE CLOSED DOOR THE CHALICE MIO DESTINO I HAVE BEHELD TOO SOON AWAY THE TREASURE DAHIN LOVE'S USURY THE DECREE 'TIS MORNING NOW SACRIFICE SHINE ON SO, THOU ART GONE THE THOUSAND THINGS ONES THE SEA THE CHART REVEALING OVERCOMING WHITHER NOW ARARAT AS LIGHT LEAPS UP THE DARKENED WAY REUNITED SONG WAS GONE FROM ME GOOD WAS THE FIGHT UNCHANGED ABSOLVO TE BENEDICTUS THE MESSAGE UNAVAILING YOU SHALL LIVE ON "VEX NOT THIS GHOST" THE MEMORY THE PASSING ENVOY
DREAMS
And so life passed. I lived from year to year With shadows, the strong warders of desire; I learned through them to seek the golden fire That hides itself in Song's bright hemisphere. Through them I grew full of imaginings, I made strange pictures, conjured images From my deep longings; wrote the passages Of life inwrought with half-glad wonderings. For who can know a majesty of peace, That wanders, ever waiting for a voice To say to him, "Behold, at last surcease Of thy unrest has come, therefore, rejoice"? Here set I down some dreams that come again, Almost forgotten in my higher gain.
THE BRIDE A ship at sea; a port to anchor in; Not far a starry light upon the shore. The sheeted lightning, like a golden door, Swings to and fro to let earth-angels in. Most bravely has she sailed o'er every sea, Withstood the storm-rack, spurned the sullen reef; Cherished her strength; and held her guerdon fief To him who saith, "My ship comes back to me! Behold, I sent her forth a stately thing, To be my messenger to farthest lands, To Fortunate Isles, and where the silver sands Girdle a summer sea; that she might bring My bride, who wist not that I loved her so-This is no bitter day for me, I trow!"
THE WRAITH A ship in port; well-crossed the harbour-bar; The hawser swung, the grinding helm at rest; Hands clasping hands, and eyes with eager zest Seeking the loved, returning from afar. And he, the master, holding little reck Of all, save but the idol of his soul,
Seeks not his loving ardour to control. Mark how he proudly treads the whitened deck! "My bride, my bride, my lone soul's best beloved, Come forth, come forth! Where art thou, Isobel?-Pallid, and wan! Lord, hath it thus befell This is but dust; where has the spirit roved? O death-cold bride! for this, then, have I strove? O phantom ship, O loveless wraith of Love!"
SURRENDER A day of sunshine in a land of snow, And a soft-curtained room, where ruddy flakes Of fame fall free, in liquid light that slakes The soft desire of one cold, paleface: lo, Close-pressed sweet lips, and eyes of violet, That are filled up as with a sudden fear-A storm's prelude upon the expectant mere. Yet deep behind what never they forget, Who ever see in life's chance or mischance. And he who saw, what could he do but say, "Fold up the tents; the camp is struck; away! Vain victor who rides not in rest his lance!" Beside the hearthstone where the flame-flakes fell, There lay the cold keys of the citadel.
THE CITADEL A night wind-swept and bound about with blee Of Erebus; all light and cheer within; White restless hands that falter, then begin To weave a music-voiced fantasy. And And And And life, and death, and love, and weariness, unrequital, thrid the maze of sound; one voice saith, "Behold, the lost is found!" saith not any more for joyfulness.
Out of the night there comes a wanderer, Who waits upon the threshold, and is still; And listens, and bows down his head, until His grief-drawn breath startles the heart of her. The victor vanquished, at her feet he fell, A prisoner in his conquered citadel.
MALFEASANCE Two of one name; they standing where the sun Makes shadows in the orchard-bloom of spring; She holding in her palm a jewelled ring, He speaking on what evil it had done. "Raise thy pale face and wondrous eyes to mine; Let not thy poor lips quiver in such pain; Too young and blindly thou hast drunk the wine Crushed from the lees of love. Be strong again. Trail back thy golden hair from thy broad brow, And raise thy lily neck like some tall tower, That recks not any strife nor any hour, So it but holds its height, heeding not how. The noblest find their way o'er paths of ire To the clear summit of God's full desire."
ANNUNCIATION I think in that far time when Gabriel came And gave short speech to Mary sweet and wise, That when the faint fear faded from her eyes, And they were filled up with a sudden flame Of joy bewildering and wonderment; With reverence the angel in her palm Laid one white lily, dewy with the balm Of the Lord's garden; saying: "This is sent For thine espousal, thou the undefiled; And it shall bloom till all be consummate." Lo, then he passed. She, musing where she sate, Felt all her being moved in manner wondrous mild; Then, laying 'gainst her bosom the white flower, She bowed her head, and said, "It is God's dower."
VANISHED DREAMS
Dreams, only dreams. They sprang from loneliness Of outer life; from innermost desire To reach the soul that now in golden fire Of cherished song I pray for and caress. I wandered through the world with longing gaze, To find her who was my hope's parallel, That to her I might all my gospel tell Of changeless love, and bid her make appraise. I knew that some day I should look within The ever-deepening distance of her eyes; For, in my dreams, from veiled Seraphim Came one, as if in answer to my cries: And passing near me, pointed down the road That led me at the last to thy abode.
INTO THY LAND Into thy And live Of light And find land of sunlight I have come, within thy presence, as a ray lives in the brightness of the day; in thee my heaven and my home. I that thou shouldst ope the gate sweet completeness; and should spend of thy life on me thy friend, have no worthy duplicate!
Yet what am Of thy most Rich values For which I
Nay, lady, I no riches have to give; I have no name of honour, or the pride Of place, to priv'lege me to sit beside Thee in thy kingdom, where thy graces live. Wilt thou not one day whisper, "You have climbed Beyond your merits; pray you, fall behind"?
Wish thy friend joy of his journey, but pray in secret that he have no joy, for then may he return quickly to thee. --Egyptian Proverb.
DIVIDED
Divided by no act of thine or mine, Forever parted by a fatal deed, A fatal feud. Alas! when fathers bleed, The children shall fulfil the wild design. A Montague hath killed a Capulet, A Capulet hath slain a Montague,-Twin graves, twin sorrows, and oh, mad to-do Of vengeance! oh, dread entail of regret! There lie they in their dark, self-chosen graves, And from them cries Hate's everlasting ghost,-"Blood hath been shed, and Love and ye are slaves, Time wrecks, and freedom drifts upon life's coast." Yet not for us the relish of that doom Which found a throne upon a Juliet's tomb.
WE MUST LIVE ON We To To Of must live on; a deeper tragedy: see, to touch, to know, and to desire; feel in every vein the glorious fire Eden, and to cry, "Oh, to be free!" gloomy stain away, the sword, Who gave the hilt This blood they spilt-out the bitter day!
To cry, "Oh, wipe the Thou who first raised Into the hand of man. Our fathers--oh, blot
Erase the hour from out Thy calendar, Turn back the hands upon the clock of Time, Oh, Artificer of destroying War-Their righteous hate who bore us in our crime!" "Upon the children!"--'Tis the cold reply Of Him who makes to those who must not die.
YET LIFE IS SWEET Yet life is sweet. Thy soul hath breathed along, Thine eyes have cast their glory on the earth, Thy foot hath touched it, and thine hour of birth Didst give a new pulse to the veins of song. Better to stand amid the toppling towers Of every valiant hope; a Samson's dream,
Than the deep indolence of Lethe's stream, The loneliness of slow submerging hours. Better, oh, better thus to see the wreck, And to have rocked to motion of the spheres; Better, oh, better to have trod the deck Of hope, and sailed the unmanageable yearsAy, better to have paid the price, and known, Than never felt this tyrannous Alone!
LOST FOOTSTEPS Upon the disc of Love's bright planet fell A darkness yestereve, and from your lips I heard cold words; then came a swift eclipse Of joy at meeting on hope's it-is-well. And if I spoke with sadness and with fear; If from your gentle coldness I drew back, And felt that I had lost the flowery track That led to peace in Love's sweet atmosphere: It was because a woful dread possessed. My aching heart--the dread some evil star Had crossed the warm affection in your breast, Had bade me stand apart from where you are. The world seemed breaking on my life; I heard The crash of sorrows in that chiding word.
THE CLOSED DOOR It is not so, and so for evermore, That thou and I must live our lives apart; I with a patient smother at my heart, And thy hand resting on a closed door? What couldst thou ever ask me that I should Not bend me to achieve thy high behest? What cannot men achieve with lance in rest Who carry noble valour in their blood? And some nobility of high emprise, Lady, couldst thou make possible in me; If living 'neath the pureness of thy eyes, I found the key to inner majesty;
And reaching outward, heart-strong, from thy hand, Set here and there a beacon in the land.
THE CHALICE Not by my power alone, but thou and I Together thinking, working, loving on Achievement-wards, as all brave souls have gone, Perchance should find new star-drifts in the sky That curves above humanity, and set Some new interpretation on life's page; Should serve the strivings of a widening age, And fashion wisdom from the social fret. Deep did Time's lances go; thou pluck'st them forth, And on my sullen woundings laid the balm Of thy life's sweetness. Oh, let my love be worth The keeping. My head beneath thy palm, Once more I lift Love's chalice to thine eyes: Not till thou blessest me will I arise.
MIO DESTINO Here, making count, at every step I see Something in her, like to a hidden thought Within my life, that long time I had sought, But never found till her soul spoke to me. And if she said a thousand times, "I did Not call thee, thou cam'st seeking; not my voice Was it thou heard'st; thy love was not my choice!" I should straightway reply, "That of thee hid, Even from thyself, lest it should startle thee, Hath called me, made me slave and king in one; And when the mists of Time shall rise, and we Stand forth, it shall be said, Since Time begun Ye two were called as one from that high hill, Where the creating Master hath His will."
I HAVE BEHELD I have beheld a multitude stand still In such deep silence that a sudden pain Struck through the heart in sharing the tense strain, And all the world seemed bounded by one will. But when precipitated on the sea Of human feeling was the incident That caught their wonder; then the skies were rent With quivering sound, with passion's liberty. So have I stood before this parting day, With chilly fingers pressed upon my breast, That my heart burst not fleshen bands away, And my sharp cry break through my lady's rest. I have shut burning eyelids on the sight Of this dread time that scorches my sad night.
TOO SOON AWAY Have I then found thee but to lose thee, friend? But touched thee ere thou vanished from my gaze? And when my soul is struggling from the maze Of many conflicts, must our converse end? Across the empty space that now shall spread Between us, shall I never go to thee? Or thou, beloved, never come to me, Save but to whisper prayers above the dead? Ah, cruel thought! Shall not Hope's convoy bear To thee the reinforcements of my love? Shall I not on thy white hand drop a tear Of crowned joy, one day, where thou dost move In thy place regally; even as now I place my farewell token on thy brow?
THE TREASURE And now when from the shore goes Wherein is set the treasure that Closer than miser all his hidden Dearer than wine Zeus carried to out the ship I hold gold, his lip;
My aching heart cries from its pent-up pain,--
"O Love, O Life, O more than life to me, How can I live without the surety Of thy sweet presence till we meet again!" So like a wounded deer I came to thee, The arrow of mischance piercing my side; And through thy sorrow-healing ministry I rose with strength, like giants in their pride. But now--but now--how shall I stand alone, Knowing the light, the hope of me is gone?
DAHIN O brow, so fronted with a stately calm, O full completeness of true womanhood, O counsel, pleader for all highest good, Thou hast upon my sorrow poured thy balm! Poor soldier he who did not raise his sword, And, touching with his lips the hilt-cross, swear In war or peace the livery to wear Of one that blessed him with her queenly word. Most base crusader, who at night and morn Crying Dahin, thought not of her again From whose sweet power was his knighthood born, For whom he quells the valiant Saracen. Shall I not, then, in the tumultuous place Of my life's warfare ever seek thy face?
LOVE'S USURY Here count I over all the gentle deeds Which thou hast done; here summon I thy words, Sweeter to me than sweetest song of birds; That came like grace immortal to my needs. Love's usury has reckoned such a sum Of my indebtedness, that I can make No lien large enough to overtake Its value--and before it I am dumb! Yet, O my gracious, most kind creditor, I would not owe to thee one item less We cannot give the sun requital for
Its liberal light; our office is to bless. If blessings could be compassed by my prayer, High heaven should set star-gems in thy hair.
THE DECREE Last night I saw the warm white Southern moon Sail upward through a smoky amber sea; Orion stood in silver majesty Where the gold-girdled sun takes rest at noon. I slept; I dreamed. Against a sunset sky I saw thee stand all garmented in white; With hand stretched to me, and there in thy sight I went to meet thee; but I heard thee cry: "We stand apart as sun from shining sun; Thou hast thy place; there rolleth far and near A sea between; until life's all be done Thou canst not come, nor I go to thee, dear." Methought I bowed my head to thy decree, And donned the mantle of my misery.
'TIS MORNING NOW 'Tis morning now, and dreams and fears are gone, And sleep has calmed the fever in my veins, And I am strong to drink the cup that drains The last drop through my lips, and make no moan. Strength I have borrowed from the outward show Of spiritual puissance thou dost wear. Shall I not thy high domination share Over the shock of feeling? Shall I grow More fearful than the soldier, when between The smoke of hostile cannon lies his way; To carry far the colours of his queen, While her bright eyes behold him in the fray? Here do I smile between the warring hosts Of sad farewells; and reek not what it costs.
SACRIFICE And O most noble, and yet once again Most noble spirit, if I ever did Aught that thy goodness frowns on, be it hid Forever, and deep-buried. Let the rain Of coming springs fall on the quiet grave. Perchance some violets will grow to tell That I, when uttering this last farewell, Built up a sacrificial architrave; That I, who worship thee, have love so great, To live in the horizon thou may'st set; To stand but in the shadow of the gate, Faithful, when coward promptings cry, "Forget." Ah, lady, when I gave my heart to thee, It passed into thy lifelong regency.
SHINE ON Shine on, O sun! Sing on, O birds of song! And in her light my heart fashions a tune Not wholly sad, most like a tender rune Sung by some knight in days gone overlong, When he with minstrel eyes in Syrian grove Looked out towards his England, and then drew From a sweet instrument a sound that grew From twilight unto morning of his love. Go, then, beloved, bearing as you go These songs that have more sunlight far than cloud; More summer flowers than dead leaves 'neath the snow; That tell of hopes from which you raised the shroud. My lady, bright benignant star, shine on-I lift to thee my low Trisagion!
HE that hath pleasant dreams is more fortunate than one who hath a cup-bearer. --Egyptian Proverb.
SO, THOU ART GONE So, thou art gone; and I am left to wear Thy memory as a golden amulet Upon my breast, to sing a chansonnette Of winter tones, when summer time is here. And yet, my heart arises from the dark, Where it fell back in silence when you went To seaward, and a sprite malevolent Sat laughing in the white sails of thy barque. 'Twas not moth-wings dashing against the flame, Burning in love's areanum; 'twas a cry Struck from soul-crossing chords, that, separate, frame Life's holy calm, or wasting agony. But now between the warring strings there grows A space of peace, as 'tween truce-honoured foes.
THE THOUSAND THINGS Here one by one come back the thousand things Which made divinely sweet our intercourse; Love summons them here straightway to divorce The heart from melancholy wanderings. "Here laid she her white hand upon my arm; To this place came she with slow-gliding grace; Here smiled she up serenely in my face; And these sweet notes she sang me for a charm." I treasure up her words, and say them o'er With close-shut eyes; with her again I float Upon the Loire; I see the gems she wore, The ruby shining at her queenly throat; I climb with her again the Pyrenees, And hear her laughter ringing through the trees.
THE SEA I in my childhood never saw the sea Save in my dreams. There it was vast and lone, Splendid in power, breaking against the stone
Walls of the world in thunder symphony. From it arose mists growing into mists Making a cool white curtain for the sun, And melting mornward when the day was done, A moving sphere where spirits kept their trysts. A ceaseless swinging with the swinging earth, A never-tiring ebbing to and fro, Trenching eternal fastnesses; a girth Round mountains in their everlasting snow. It was a vast emotion, fibre-drawn From all the elements since the first dawn.
THE CHART Then came in further years the virgin sight Of the live sea; the sea that marches down, With sunny phalanxes and flags of foam, To match its puissance with earth's awful might. Far off the purple mist drew into mist, As thought melts into endless thought, and round The rim of the sheer world was heard a sound, Floating through palpitating amethyst. And through the varying waste of elements There passed a sail, which caught the opposing wind, Triumphant, as an army in its tents Beholds the foe it, conquering, left behind. "And Life," I said,--"Life is but like the sea;..."
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