_Eve._ I accept

For me and for my daughters this high part

Which lowly shall be counted. Noble work

Shall hold me in the place of garden-rest,

And in the place of Eden's lost delight

Worthy endurance of permitted pain;

While on my longest patience there shall wait

Death's speechless angel, smiling in the east,

Whence cometh the cold wind. I bow myself

Humbly henceforward on the ill I did,

That humbleness may keep it in the shade.

Shall it be so? shall I smile, saying so?

O Seed! O King! O God, who _shalt_ be seed,--

What shall I say? As Eden's fountains swelled

Brightly betwixt their banks, so swells my soul

Betwixt thy love and power!

And, sweetest thoughts

Of forgone Eden! now, for the first time

Since God said "Adam," walking through the trees,

I dare to pluck you as I plucked erewhile

The lily or pink, the rose or heliotrope

So pluck I you--so largely--with both hands,

And throw you forward on the outer earth,

Wherein we are cast out, to sweeten it.

_Adam._ As thou, Christ, to illume it, holdest Heaven

Broadly over our heads.

[_The CHRIST is gradually transfigured, during the following phrases of

dialogue, into humanity and suffering._

_Eve._ O Saviour Christ,

Thou standest mute in glory, like the sun!

_Adam._ We worship in Thy silence, Saviour Christ!

_Eve._ Thy brows grow grander with a forecast woe,--

Diviner, with the possible of death.

We worship in Thy sorrow, Saviour Christ!

_Adam._ How do Thy clear, still eyes transpierce our souls,

As gazing _through_ them toward the Father-throne

In a pathetical, full Deity,

Serenely as the stars gaze through the air

Straight on each other!

_Eve._ O pathetic Christ,

Thou standest mute in glory, like the moon!

CHRIST. Eternity stands alway fronting God;

A stern colossal image, with blind eyes

And grand dim lips that murmur evermore

God, God, God! while the rush of life and death,

The roar of act and thought, of evil and good,

The avalanches of the ruining worlds

Tolling down space,--the new worlds' genesis

Budding in fire,--the gradual humming growth

Of the ancient atoms and first forms of earth,

The slow procession of the swathing seas

And firmamental waters,--and the noise

Of the broad, fluent strata of pure airs,--

All these flow onward in the intervals

Of that reiterated sound of--GOD!

Which WORD innumerous angels straightway lift

Wide on celestial altitudes of song

And choral adoration, and then drop

The burden softly, shutting the last notes

In silver wings. Howbeit in the noon of time

Eternity shall wax as dumb as Death,

While a new voice beneath the spheres shall cry,

"God! why hast thou forsaken me, my God?"

And not a voice in Heaven shall answer it.

[_The transfiguration is complete in sadness._

_Adam._ Thy speech is of the Heavenlies, yet, O Christ,

Awfully human are thy voice and face!

_Eve._ My nature overcomes me from thine eyes.

CHRIST. In the set noon of time shall one from Heaven,

An angel fresh from looking upon God,

Descend before a woman, blessing her

With perfect benediction of pure love,

For all the world in all its elements,

For all the creatures of earth, air, and sea,

For all men in the body and in the soul,

Unto all ends of glory and sanctity.

_Eve._ O pale, pathetic Christ--I worship thee!

I thank thee for that woman!

CHRIST. Then, at last,

I, wrapping round me your humanity,

Which, being sustained, shall neither break nor burn

Beneath the fire of Godhead, will tread earth,

And ransom you and it, and set strong peace

Betwixt you and its creatures. With my pangs

I will confront your sins; and since those sins

Have sunken to all Nature's heart from yours,

The tears of my clean soul shall follow them

And set a holy passion to work clear

Absolute consecration. In my brow

Of kingly whiteness shall be crowned anew

Your discrowned human nature. Look on me!

As I shall be uplifted on a cross

In darkness of eclipse and anguish dread,

So shall I lift up in my pierced hands,

Not into dark, but light--not unto death,

But life,--beyond the reach of guilt and grief,

The whole creation. Henceforth in my name

Take courage, O thou woman,--man, take hope!

Your grave shall be as smooth as Eden's sward,

Beneath the steps of your prospective thoughts,

And, one step past it, a new Eden-gate

Shall open on a hinge of harmony

And let you through to mercy. Ye shall fall

No more, within that Eden, nor pass out

Any more from it. In which hope, move on,

First sinners and first mourners! Live and love,--

Doing both nobly because lowlily!

Live and work, strongly because patiently!

And, for the deed of death, trust it to God

That it be well done, unrepented of,

And not to loss! And thence, with constant prayers,

Fasten your souls so high, that constantly

The smile of your heroic cheer may float

Above all floods of earthly agonies,

Purification being the joy of pain!

[_The vision of CHRIST vanishes. ADAM and EVE stand in an ecstasy. The

Earth-zodiac pales away shade by shade, as the stars, star by star,

shine out in the sky; and the following chant from the two Earth

Spirits (as they sweep back into the Zodiac and disappear with it)

accompanies the process of change._

_Earth Spirits._

By the mighty word thus spoken

Both for living and for dying,

We our homage-oath, once broken,

Fasten back again in sighing,

And the creatures and the elements renew their covenanting.

Here, forgive us all our scorning;

Here, we promise milder duty:

And the evening and the morning

Shall re-organize in beauty

A sabbath day of sabbath joy, for universal chanting.

And if, still, this melancholy

May be strong to overcome us,

If this mortal and unholy

We still fail to cast out from us,

If we turn upon you, unaware, your own dark influences,--

If ye tremble when surrounded

By our forest pine and palm trees,

If we cannot cure the wounded

With our gum trees and our balm trees,

And if your souls all mournfully sit down among your senses,--

Yet, O mortals, do not fear us!

We are gentle in our languor;

Much more good ye shall have near us

Than any pain or anger,

And our God's refracted blessing in our blessing shall be given.

By the desert's endless vigil

We will solemnize your passions,

By the wheel of the black eagle

We will teach you exaltations,

When he sails against the wind, to the white spot up in heaven.

Ye shall find us tender nurses

To your weariness of nature,

And our hands shall stroke the curse's

Dreary furrows from the creature,

Till your bodies shall lie smooth in death and straight and slumberful.

Then, a couch we will provide you

Where no summer heats shall dazzle,

Strewing on you and beside you

Thyme and rosemary and basil,

And the yew-tree shall grow overhead to keep all safe and cool.

Till the Holy Blood awaited

Shall be chrism around us running,

Whereby, newly-consecrated,

We shall leap up in God's sunning,

To join the spheric company which purer worlds assemble:

While, renewed by new evangels,

Soul-consummated, made glorious,

Ye shall brighten past the angels,

Ye shall kneel to Christ victorious,

And the rays around his feet beneath your sobbing lips shall tremble.

[_The phantastic Vision has all passed; the Earth-zodiac has broken like

a belt, and is dissolved from the Desert. The Earth Spirits vanish,

and the stars shine out above._

CHORUS OF INVISIBLE ANGELS,

_while ADAM and EVE advance into the Desert, hand in hand._

Hear our heavenly promise

Through your mortal passion!

Love, ye shall have from us,

In a pure relation.

As a fish or bird

Swims or flies, if moving,

We unseen are heard

To live on by loving.

Far above the glances

Of your eager eyes,

Listen! we are loving.

Listen, through man's ignorances--

Listen, through God's mysteries--

Listen down the heart of things,

Ye shall hear our mystic wings

Murmurous with loving.

Through the opal door

Listen evermore

How we live by loving!

_First Semichorus._

When your bodies therefore

Reach the grave their goal,

Softly will we care for

Each enfranchised soul.

Softly and unlothly

Through the door of opal

Toward the heavenly people,

Floated on a minor fine

Into the full chant divine,

We will draw you smoothly,--

While the human in the minor

Makes the harmony diviner.

Listen to our loving!

_Second Semichorus._

There, a sough of glory

Shall breathe on you as you come,

Ruffling round the doorway

All the light of angeldom.

From the empyrean centre

Heavenly voices shall repeat,

"Souls redeemed and pardoned, enter,

For the chrism on you is sweet!"

And every angel in the place

Lowlily shall bow his face,

Folded fair on softened sounds,

Because upon your hands and feet

He images his Master's wounds.

Listen to our loving!

_First Semichorus._

So, in the universe's

Consummated undoing,

Our seraphs of white mercies

Shall hover round the ruin.

Their wings shall stream upon the flame

As if incorporate of the same

In elemental fusion;

And calm their faces shall burn out

With a pale and mastering thought,

And a steadfast looking of desire

From out between the clefts of fire,--

While they cry, in the Holy's name,

To the final Restitution.

Listen to our loving!

_Second Semichorus._

So, when the day of God is

To the thick graves accompted,

Awaking the dead bodies,

The angel of the trumpet

Shall split and shatter the earth

To the roots of the grave--

Which never before were slackened--

And quicken the charnel birth

With his blast so clear and brave

That the Dead shall start and stand erect,

And every face of the burial-place

Shall the awful, single look reflect

Wherewith he them awakened.

Listen to our loving!

_First Semichorus._

But wild is the horse of Death!

He will leap up wild at the clamour

Above and beneath.

And where is his Tamer

On that last day,

When he crieth Ha, ha!

To the trumpet's blare,

And paweth the earth's Aceldama?

When he tosseth his head,

The drear-white steed,

And ghastlily champeth the last moon-ray--

What angel there

Can lead him away,

That the living may rule for the Dead?

_Second Semichorus._

Yet a TAMER shall be found!

One more bright than seraph crowned,

And more strong than cherub bold,

Elder, too, than angel old,

By his grey eternities.

He shall master and surprise

The steed of Death.

For He is strong, and He is fain.

He shall quell him with a breath,

And shall lead him where He will,

With a whisper in the ear,

Full of fear,

And a hand upon the mane,

Grand and still.

_First Semichorus._

Through the flats of Hades where the souls assemble

He will guide the Death-steed calm between their ranks,

While, like beaten dogs, they a little moan and tremble

To see the darkness curdle from the horse's glittering flanks.

Through the flats of Hades where the dreary shade is,

Up the steep of heaven will the Tamer guide the steed,--

Up the spheric circles, circle above circle,

We who count the ages shall count the tolling tread--

Every hoof-fall striking a blinder blanker sparkle

From the stony orbs, which shall show as they were dead.

_Second Semichorus._

All the way the Death-steed with tolling hoofs shall travel,

Ashen-grey the planets shall be motionless as stones,

Loosely shall the systems eject their parts coaeval,

Stagnant in the spaces shall float the pallid moons:

Suns that touch their apogees, reeling from their level,

Shall run back on their axles, in wild low broken tunes.

_Chorus._

Up against the arches of the crystal ceiling,

From the horse's nostrils shall steam the blurting breath:

Up between the angels pale with silent feeling

Will the Tamer calmly lead the horse of Death.

_Semichorus._

Cleaving all that silence, cleaving all that glory,

Will the Tamer lead him straightway to the Throne:

"Look out, O Jehovah, to this I bring before Thee,

With a hand nail-pierced, I who am thy Son."

Then the Eye Divinest, from the Deepest, flaming,

On the mystic courser shall look out in fire:

Blind the beast shall stagger where It overcame him,

Meek as lamb at pasture, bloodless in desire.

Down the beast shall shiver,--slain amid the taming,--

And, by Life essential, the phantasm Death expire.

_Chorus._

Listen, man, through life and death,

Through the dust and through the breath,

Listen down the heart of things!

Ye shall hear our mystic wings

Murmurous with loving.

_A Voice from below._ Gabriel, thou Gabriel!

_A Voice from above._ What wouldst _thou_ with me?

_First Voice._ I heard thy voice sound in the angels' song,

And I would give thee question.

_Second Voice._ Question me!

_First Voice._ Why have I called thrice to my Morning Star

And had no answer? All the stars are out,

And answer in their places. Only in vain

I cast my voice against the outer rays

Of _my_ Star shut in light behind the sun.

No more reply than from a breaking string,

Breaking when touched. Or is she _not_ my star?

Where _is_ my Star--my Star? Have ye cast down

Her glory like my glory? Has she waxed

Mortal, like Adam? Has she learnt to hate

Like any angel?

_Second Voice._ She is sad for thee.

All things grow sadder to thee, one by one.

_Angel Chorus._

Live, work on, O Earthy!

By the Actual's tension,

Speed the arrow worthy

Of a pure ascension!

From the low earth round you,

Reach the heights above you:

From the stripes that wound you,

Seek the loves that love you!

God's divinest burneth plain

Through the crystal diaphane

Of our loves that love you.

_First Voice._ Gabriel, O Gabriel!

_Second Voice._ What wouldst _thou_ with me?

_First Voice._ Is it true, O thou Gabriel, that the crown

Of sorrow which I claimed, another claims?

That HE claims THAT too?

_Second Voice._ Lost one, it is true.

_First Voice._ That HE will be an exile from his heaven,

To lead those exiles homeward?

_Second Voice._ It is true.

_First Voice._ That HE will be an exile by his will,

As I by mine election?

_Second Voice._ It is true.

_First Voice._ That _I_ shall stand sole exile finally,--

Made desolate for fruition?

_Second Voice._ It is true.

_First Voice._ Gabriel!

_Second Voice._ I hearken.

_First Voice._ Is it true besides--

Aright true--that mine orient Star will give

Her name of "Bright and Morning-Star" to HIM,--

And take the fairness of his virtue back

To cover loss and sadness?

_Second Voice._ It is true.

_First Voice._ UNtrue, UNtrue! O Morning Star, O MINE,

Who sittest secret in a veil of light

Far up the starry spaces, say--_Untrue!_

Speak but so loud as doth a wasted moon

To Tyrrhene waters. I am Lucifer.

[_A pause. Silence in the stars._

All things grow sadder to me, one by one.

_Angel Chorus._

Exiled human creatures,

Let your hope grow larger!

Larger grows the vision

Of the new delight.

From this chain of Nature's

God is the Discharger,

And the Actual's prison

Opens to your sight.

_Semichorus._

Calm the stars and golden

In a light exceeding:

What their rays have measured

Let your feet fulfil!

These are stars beholden

By your eyes in Eden,

Yet, across the desert,

See them shining still!

_Chorus._

Future joy and far light

Working such relations,

Hear us singing gently

_Exiled is not lost!_

God, above the starlight,

God, above the patience,

Shall at last present ye

Guerdons worth the cost.

Patiently enduring,

Painfully surrounded,

Listen how we love you,

Hope the uttermost!

Waiting for that curing

Which exalts the wounded,

Hear us sing above you--

EXILED, BUT NOT LOST!

[_The stars shine on brightly while ADAM and EVE pursue their way into

the far wilderness. There is a sound through the silence, as of the

falling tears of an angel._

FOOTNOTES:

[B] Adam recognizes in _Aquarius_, the Water-bearer, and _Sagittarius_,

the Archer, distinct types of the man bearing and the man

combating,--the passive and active forms of human labour. I hope that

the preceding zodiacal signs--transferred to the earthly shadow and

representative purpose--of Aries, Taurus, Cancer, Leo, Libra, Scorpio,

Capricornus, and Pisces, are sufficiently obvious to the reader.

[C] Her maternal instinct is excited by Gemini.

THE SERAPHIM

I look for Angels' songs, and hear Him cry.

GILES FLETCHER.

THE SERAPHIM.

PART THE FIRST.

[_It is the time of the Crucifixion; and the Angels of Heaven have

departed towards the Earth, except the two Seraphim, ADOR the Strong

and ZERAH the Bright One._

_The place is the outer side of the shut Heavenly Gate._]

_Ador._ O Seraph, pause no more!

Beside this gate of heaven we stand alone.

_Zerah._ Of heaven!

_Ador._ Our brother hosts are gone--

_Zerah._ Are gone before.

_Ador._ And the golden harps the angels bore

To help the songs of their desire,

Still burning from their hands of fire,

Lie without touch or tone

Upon the glass-sea shore.

_Zerah._ Silent upon the glass-sea shore!

_Ador._ There the Shadow from the throne

Formless with infinity

Hovers o'er the crystal sea

Awfuller than light derived,

And red with those primeval heats

Whereby all life has lived.

_Zerah._ Our visible God, our heavenly seats!

_Ador._ Beneath us sinks the pomp angelical,

Cherub and seraph, powers and virtues, all,--

The roar of whose descent has died

To a still sound, as thunder into rain.

Immeasurable space spreads magnified

With that thick life, along the plane

The worlds slid out on. What a fall

And eddy of wings innumerous, crossed

By trailing curls that have not lost

The glitter of the God-smile shed

On every prostrate angel's head!

What gleaming up of hands that fling

Their homage in retorted rays,

From high instinct of worshipping,

And habitude of praise!

_Zerah._ Rapidly they drop below us:

Pointed palm and wing and hair

Indistinguishable show us

Only pulses in the air

Throbbing with a fiery beat,

As if a new creation heard

Some divine and plastic word,

And trembling at its new-found being,

Awakened at our feet.

_Ador._ Zerah, do not wait for seeing!

HIS voice, his, that thrills us so

As we our harpstrings, uttered _Go_,

_Behold the Holy in his woe!_

And all are gone, save thee and--

_Zerah._ Thee!

_Ador._ I stood the nearest to the throne

In hierarchical degree,

What time the Voice said _Go_!

And whether I was moved alone

By the storm-pathos of the tone

Which swept through heaven the alien name of _woe_,

Or whether the subtle glory broke

Through my strong and shielding wings,

Bearing to my finite essence

Incapacious of their presence,

Infinite imaginings,

None knoweth save the Throned who spoke;

But I who at creation stood upright

And heard the God-breath move

Shaping the words that lightened, "Be there light,

Nor trembled but with love,

Now fell down shudderingly,

My face upon the pavement whence I had towered,

As if in mine immortal overpowered

By God's eternity.

_Zerah._ Let me wait!--let me wait!--

_Ador._ Nay, gaze not backward through the gate!

God fills our heaven with God's own solitude

Till all the pavements glow:

His Godhead being no more subdued,

By itself, to glories low

Which seraphs can sustain.

What if thou, in gazing so,

Shouldst behold but only one

Attribute, the veil undone--

Even that to which we dare to press

Nearest, for its gentleness--

Ay, his love!

How the deep ecstatic pain

Thy being's strength would capture!

Without language for the rapture,

Without music strong to come

And set the adoration free,

For ever, ever, wouldst thou be

Amid the general chorus dumb,

God-stricken to seraphic agony.

Or, brother, what if on thine eyes

In vision bare should rise

The life-fount whence his hand did gather

With solitary force

Our immortalities!

Straightway how thine own would wither,

Falter like a human breath,

And shrink into a point like death,

By gazing on its source!--

My words have imaged dread

Meekly hast thou bent thine head,

And dropt thy wings in languishment:

Overclouding foot and face,

As if God's throne were eminent

Before thee, in the place.

Yet not--not so,

O loving spirit and meek, dost thou fulfil

The supreme Will.

Not for obeisance but obedience,

Give motion to thy wings! Depart from hence!

The voice said "Go!"

_Zerah._ Beloved, I depart,

His will is as a spirit within my spirit,

A portion of the being I inherit.

His will is mine obedience. I resemble

A flame all undefiled though it tremble;

I go and tremble. Love me, O beloved!

O thou, who stronger art,

And standest ever near the Infinite,

Pale with the light of Light,

Love me, beloved! me, more newly made,

More feeble, more afraid;

And let me hear with mine thy pinions moved,

As close and gentle as the loving are,

That love being near, heaven may not seem so far.

_Ador._ I am near thee and I love thee.

Were I loveless, from thee gone,

Love is round, beneath, above thee,

God, the omnipresent one.

Spread the wing and lift the brow!

Well-beloved, what fearest thou?

_Zerah._ I fear, I fear--

_Ador._ What fear?

_Zerah._ The fear of earth.

_Ador._ Of earth, the God-created and God-praised

In the hour of birth?

Where every night the moon in light

Doth lead the waters silver-faced?

Where every day the sun doth lay

A rapture to the heart of all

The leafy and reeded pastoral,

As if the joyous shout which burst

From angel lips to see him first,

Had left a silent echo in his ray?

_Zerah._ Of earth--the God-created and God-curst,

Where man is, and the thorn:

Where sun and moon have borne

No light to souls forlorn:

Where Eden's tree of life no more uprears

Its spiral leaves and fruitage, but instead

The yew-tree bows its melancholy head

And all the undergrasses kills and seres.

_Ador._ Of earth the weak,

Made and unmade?

Where men, that faint, do strive for crowns that fade?

Where, having won the profit which they seek,

They lie beside the sceptre and the gold

With fleshless hands that cannot wield or hold,

And the stars shine in their unwinking eyes?

_Zerah._ Of earth the bold,

Where the blind matter wrings

An awful potence out of impotence,

Bowing the spiritual things

To the things of sense.

Where the human will replies

With ay and no,

Because the human pulse is quick or slow.

Where Love succumbs to Change,

With only his own memories, for revenge.

And the fearful mystery--

_Ador._ called Death?

_Zerah._ Nay, death is fearful,--but who saith

"To die," is comprehensible.

What's fearfuller, thou knowest well,

Though the utterance be not for thee,

Lest it blanch thy lips from glory--

Ay! the cursed thing that moved

A shadow of ill, long time ago,

Across our heaven's own shining floor,

And when it vanished, some who were

On thrones of holy empire there,

Did reign--were seen--were--never more.

Come nearer, O beloved!

_Ador._ I am near thee. Didst thou bear thee

Ever to this earth?

_Zerah._ Before.

When thrilling from His hand along

Its lustrous path with spheric song

The earth was deathless, sorrowless.

Unfearing, then, pure feet might press

The grasses brightening with their feet,

For God's own voice did mix its sound

In a solemn confluence oft

With the rivers' flowing round,

And the life-tree's waving soft.

Beautiful new earth and strange!

_Ador._ Hast thou seen it since--the change?

_Zerah._ Nay, or wherefore should I fear

To look upon it now?

I have beheld the ruined things

Only in depicturings

Of angels from an earthly mission,--

Strong one, even upon thy brow,

When, with task completed, given

Back to us in that transition,

I have beheld thee silent stand,

Abstracted in the seraph band,

Without a smile in heaven.

_Ador._ Then thou wast not one of those

Whom the loving Father chose

In visionary pomp to sweep

O'er Judaea's grassy places,

O'er the shepherds and the sheep,

Though thou art so tender?--dimming

All the stars except one star

With their brighter kinder faces,

And using heaven's own tune in hymning,

While deep response from earth's own mountains ran,

"Peace upon earth, goodwill to man."

_Zerah._ "Glory to God." I said amen afar.

And those who from that earthly mission are,

Within mine ears have told

That the seven everlasting Spirits did hold

With such a sweet and prodigal constraint

The meaning yet the mystery of the song

What time they sang it, on their natures strong,

That, gazing down on earth's dark steadfastness

And speaking the new peace in promises,

The love and pity made their voices faint

Into the low and tender music, keeping

The place in heaven of what on earth is weeping.

_Ador._ "Peace upon earth." Come down to it.

_Zerah._ Ah me!

I hear thereof uncomprehendingly.

Peace where the tempest, where the sighing is,

And worship of the idol, 'stead of His?

_Ador._ Yea, peace, where He is.

_Zerah._ He!

Say it again.

_Ador._ Where He is.

_Zerah._ Can it be

That earth retains a tree

Whose leaves, like Eden foliage, can be swayed

By the breathing of His voice, nor shrink and fade?

_Ador._ There is a tree!--it hath no leaf nor root;

Upon it hangs a curse for all its fruit:

Its shadow on his head is laid.

For he, the crowned Son,

Has left his crown and throne,

Walks earth in Adam's clay,

Eve's snake to bruise and slay--

_Zerah._ Walks earth in clay?

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