Deliver; he, his
attribute fulfilled,
To the island
chorus hand your measures on,
Wed now with
harmony: so them, at last,
Night after night, in the open hall of dance,
Shall thirty matted men, to the clapped hand,
Intone and bray and bark. Unfortunate!
Paper and print alone shall honour mine.
THE SONG
LET now the King his ear arouse
And toss the bosky ringlets from his brows,
The while, our bond to implement,
My muse relates and praises his descent.
I
Bride of the shark, her
valour first I sing
Who on the lone seas quickened of a King.
She, from the shore and puny homes of men,
Beyond the climber's sea-discerning ken,
Swam, led by omens; and
devoid of fear,
Beheld her
monstrous paramour draw near.
She gazed; all round her to the
heavenly pale,
The simple sea was void of isle or sail -
Sole
overhead the unsparing sun was reared -
When the deep bubbled and the brute appeared.
But she, secure in the decrees of fate,
Made strong her bosom and received the mate,
And, men declare, from that
marine embrace
Conceived the
virtues of a stronger race.
II
Her stern
descendant next I praise,
Survivor of a thousand frays: -
In the hall of tongues who ruled the throng;
Led and was trusted by the strong;
And when spears were in the wood,
Like a tower of
vantage stood: -
Whom, not till seventy years had sped,
Unscarred of breast, erect of head,
Still light of step, still bright of look,
The
hunter, Death, had overtook.
III
His sons, the brothers twain, I sing,
Of whom the elder reigned a King.
No Childeric he, yet much declined
From his rude sire's
imperious mind,
Until his day came when he died,
He lived, he reigned, he versified.
But
chiefly him I celebrate
That was the
pillar of the state,
Ruled, wise of word and bold of mien,
The
peaceful and the
warlike scene;
And played alike the leader's part
In
lawful and un
lawful art.
His soldiers with emboldened ears
Heard him laugh among the spears.
He could deduce from age to age
The web of island parentage;
Best lay the rhyme, best lead the dance,
For any festal circumstance:
And fitly fashion oar and boat,
A palace or an
armour coat.
None more availed than he to raise
The strong, suffumigating blaze,
Or knot the
wizard leaf: none more,
Upon the untrodden windward shore
Of the isle, beside the
beating main,
To cure the
sickly and con
strain,
With muttered words and waving rods,
The gibbering and the whistling gods.
But he, though thus with hand and head
He ruled, commanded, charmed, and led,
And thus in
virtue and in might
Towered to
contemporary sight -
Still in
fraternal faith and love,
Remained below to reach above,
Gave and obeyed the apt command,
Pilot and
vassal of the land.
IV
My Tembinok' from men like these
Inherited his palaces,
His right to rule, his powers of mind,
His cocoa-islands sea-enshrined.
Stern
bearer of the sword and whip,
A master passed in mastership,
He
learned, without the spur of need,
To write, to cipher, and to read;
From all that touch on his prone shore
Augments his treasury of lore,
Eager in age as erst in youth
To catch an art, to learn a truth,
To paint on the
internal page
A clearer picture of the age.
His age, you say? But ah, not so!
In his lone isle of long ago,
A royal Lady of Shalott,
Sea-sundered, he beholds it not;
He only hears it far away.
The
stress of
equatorial day
He suffers; he records the while
The vapid annals of the isle;
Slaves bring him praise of his renown,
Or
cackle of the palm-tree town;
The rarer ship and the rare boat
He marks; and only hears remote,
Where thrones and fortunes rise and reel,
The
thunder of the turning wheel.
V
For the
unexpected tears he shed
At my departing, may his lion head
Not
whiten, his revolving years
No fresh occasion
minister of tears;
At book or cards, at work or sport,
Him may the
breeze across the palace court
For ever fan; and swelling near
For ever the loud song
divert his ear.
Schooner 'Equator,' at Sea.
XXXVIII - THE WOODMAN
IN all the grove, nor
stream nor bird
Nor aught beside my blows was heard,
And the woods wore their
noonday dress -
The glory of their silentness.
From the island
summit to the seas,
Trees mounted, and trees drooped, and trees
Groped
upward in the gaps. The green
Inarboured talus and ravine
By fathoms. By the multitude
The
rugged columns of the wood
And bunches of the branches stood;
Thick as a mob, deep as a sea,
And silent as eternity.
With lowered axe, with
backward head,
Late from this scene my labourer fled,
And with a ravelled tale to tell,
Returned. Some denizen of hell,
Dead man or disinvested god,
Had close behind him peered and trod,
And triumphed when he turned to flee.
How different fell the lines with me!
Whose eye explored the dim arcade
Impatient of the uncoming shade -
Shy elf, or dryad pale and cold,
Or
mystic lingerer from of old:
Vainly. The fair and
stately things,
Impassive as
departed kings,
All still in the wood's
stillness stood,
And dumb. The rooted multitude
Nodded and brooded, bloomed and dreamed,
Unmeaning, undivined. It seemed
No other art, no hope, they knew,
Than
clutch the earth and seek the blue.
'Mid
vegetable king and priest
And stripling, I (the only beast)
Was at the beast's work, killing; hewed
The
stubborn roots across, bestrewed
The glebe with the dislustred leaves,
And bade the saplings fall in sheaves;
Bursting across the tangled math
A ruin that I called a path,
A Golgotha that, later on,
When rains had watered, and suns shone,
And seeds enriched the place, should bear
And be called garden. Here and there,
I spied and plucked by the green hair
A foe more
resolute to live,
The toothed and killing sensitive.
He, semi-conscious, fled the attack;
He
shrank and tucked his branches back;
And
straining by his anchor-strand,
Captured and scratched the rooting hand.
I saw him
crouch, I felt him bite;
And straight my eyes were touched with sight.
I saw the wood for what it was:
The lost and the
victorious cause,
The
deadly battle pitched in line,
Saw silent weapons cross and shine:
Silent defeat, silent assault,
A battle and a burial vault.
Thick round me in the teeming mud
Brier and fern
strove to the blood:
The
hooked liana in his gin
Noosed his
reluctant neighbours in:
There the green
murderer throve and spread,
Upon his
smothering victims fed,
And wantoned on his climbing coil.
Contending roots fought for the soil
Like frightened demons: with despair
Competing branches pushed for air.
Green conquerors from
overheadBestrode the bodies of their dead:
The Caesars of the sylvan field,
Unused to fail, foredoomed to yield:
For in the groins of branches, lo!
The cancers of the orchid grow.
Silent as in the listed ring
Two chartered wrestlers
strain and cling;
Dumb as by yellow Hooghly's side
The suffocating captives died;
So hushed the
woodlandwarfare goes
Unceasing; and the silent foes
Grapple and
smother,
strain and clasp
Without a cry, without a gasp.
Here also sound thy fans, O God,
Here too thy banners move
abroad: