#4**^? #1"? Thomas Gordon Hak^ Ic^/Sl/yoz Cornell University Library PR 4735.H2S4 The serpent play; a divine pastoral. 3 1924 013 476 969 The original of tliis book is in tine Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924013476969 THE SERPENT PLAY POEMS BY DR. GORDON HAKE. MAIDEN ECSTASY. Small 4to. cloth extra, Bs. NEW SYMBOLS. Crown 8vo. cloth extra, 6s. LEGENDS OF THE MORROW. Crown 8vo. cloth extra, 6s. THE SERPENT PLAY. Crown 8vo. cloth extra, 6s. CHATTO & WINDUS, Piccadilly, W. THE SERPENT PLAY A DIVINE PASTORAL BY THOMAS GORDON HAKE CHATTO & WINDUS, PICCADILLY 1883 lAll rights reservea.'i "PR LONDON : PRINTED BY SrOTTJSWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET SQUARE AND PARLIAMENT STREET THE SERPJENT PLAY DRAMATIS PERSONS. HUMAN CHARACTERS. CcE'LIS, the Soul-Seeker. VoRAGINE, a Warrior. VIVIA, the Sister of Calls. VoLUPSA, the Sister of Voragiiie. Hayus, u Priest of Kausis. Messenger. DIVINE CHARACTERS. Psyche, the Snul. Kausis, the Destroyer. OTHER PERSONS. Pandolph, the Brother of Ca:lis. Beatrice, the Wife of Pandolph. Actors. Spectators. Scene : The Ophidian Hills ACT I. Proscenium. — The G ties which lead lo I he Paradise of Caelis. CcELis, Messenger. MESSENGER. Scarce need you private tidings, for the war Is its own chronicler : the Ophidian streams Are thick with blood, here clinging to the bank In clots like the red fungus, there in floods Down-bearing through the gulleys to the town Its grim advices. In the spattered dust Lie stretched the fallen corpses of the foe Like a hewn forest. Rampant victory Appals the leaders, and the priests have fled Their sanctuary. Hayus only stays To meet us with unhoped for terms of peace. His foresight, keen as vision, has o'erruled The councils: they accept the conquering Cross That roots out Serpent-worship from the world. THE SERPENT TLA Y. act i, CCELIS. A sanguinary peace then ends the war. Would I had gone to learn the people's wants ; To yield them even more than they desired : Then had they risen higher than their creed, Now their sole refuge. MESSENGER. So it might have been, Had you first striven to cleanse the common faith Of its idolatry. In days scarce gone Well we remember how our villagers Obeyed your word, at which the worship dropped. But little trust in friends have jealous foes : They know we have already doomed their creed In setting ours aside. CCELIS. Why is it crushed When by example 'twas so sure to fall ? Our aims are now degraded, 'tis too late To remedy the wrong : yet from this time May Voragine show mercy to their souls, Not flash the Cross before them to impose Belief that adds new torture to their wounds. Say this from me. MESSENGER. I only can obey. PROS. THE SERPENT PLAY. 5 ccELis, alone. Be ever distant from this blessfed seat His ruthless bloodhounds, Conquest and Defeat ! Can these, that even the reptile rite debase, An old religion by a new replace ? Alas ! if one so must the other fall, For what is new is never natural. In this contented home our people find The lull of peace; not so my shaken mind ! But shall I murmur when so many cares In nature's uncomplaining heart abide ? These horrors on her fall, and she forbears ! She chides not ; she has none to chide. Yet may we see a shudder underlie Her smile, that masks no base hypocrisy But inner depths of goodness so conceals That ages must elapse ere she herself reveals. We worshipped her in every tree that grew, Once deemed each rustling leaf her secret knew ; The juicy fruits, to golden goblets swelled. Which to our lips the stooping branches held. We deemed her conscious gift. But time outwore The freshness that her new creation bore ; And thought sank deeper into things outside. While they themselves sublimely deified. God journeyed onward like a mighty wind. But left the Soul that governs all behind. Even from the sun-flame to the tended flower That dies net out, though lasting but an hour. THE SERI-ElSn ELA\. act i. Scene l. — The Paradise of Coelis among the Ophidian Hills. CcELis, a'one. CCEHS. ' Here, like a quiet child, while Summer plays Around the dwelling, as in earlier days, Purpling the vineyards, sparkling on the rills ; Gliding from flower to flower, till overflows The perfume-breath of the full-bosomed rose, I hail my paradise, my native hills ! Here am I still ; here my lost sires repose Under the mortal ban, that, ere their birth. Blighted the future of this alien earth, And in death-twilight bade their senses close. Weak was the will that in a guardless hour Was shackled by the Serpent's power ! Shall not some soul his subtle chain unbind And live for ever as at first designed ? Not by the ways that sorcerous spirits choose ! But who can find the true one ? The recluse Sees promised lands beyond the grave : He listens for the angels' voices That say the mystic Cross shall save, And with clasped hands he, to the last, rejoices. Some gather in a crucible of clay The herbs that hold earth's throeful sweat, sc. I. THE SERPENT PLA Y. ^ With them to quench the thirst of their decay, And to acquit themselves of nature's debt. But from earth's essence who shall souls renew, Or from its flowers the life-elixir brew ? O Love, thou only way ! My spirit sate With gazing through thee : then shall it arise To visions of a heavenly paradise, And with them reach what seem the empty skies ! The Sun, my flaming sword, is at the gate And waves the way I seek.' His fathers' grave Lay nigh, yet there the more to life he clave, New meanings catching up from olden lore. ' The Serpent broke man's will of yore,' He cries, ' and now the soul bemoans its realm Long passed away, death left, to overwhelm The thought that dares lost hope explore.' He looks up towards the height ; there stands His castle o'er the triple-circling road. He muses on his legend-haunted lands : These were the ancient Snake's abode In days of old romance, as told the bards ; And every gate even now the Serpent guards, As, coiled upon a golden field. For ages it hath lain across his father's shield. He thinks how once a leafy parasite It clomb the trees and with a reptile's might Strangled their trunks, the forests all enthralling, Till foe to man upon its belly crawling. THE SERPENT PLAY. act i. His steps now pause before a brook : 'Twas but the waters o'er the pebbles shook, Yet seemed they spirit-voices meeting, And nature's gossip-lore repeating. One shrilly said : ' Look up and see.' One murmured low ; ' The apple-tree.' The first then babbled : ' It is blazing AVith ruddy fruits.' The other said : ' It bums and shoots, And eyes are gazing.' And then another : ' Have a fear. The Snake is here.' Then murmurs reach him through the bracken. Of air-gusts that delight to teaze. While fern -plumes in their stately silence shaken Wave to and fro in concert with the breeze. He listens as to woman's voice they listen Who watch to see her beauty glisten A\'hile her voice murmurs : so he yields to sleep. Charmed by the sights and sounds that o'er him sweep. Sultry, the air for lofty life is burning ; He dozes on, his thoughts returning ; Into green spires of flame the fern-stems leap ; Balls of hot fire the glowing apples seem : He dares not wonder, lest his dream Should vanish and flash down the naked stream. The fern-flames speak with tongues that never tame, The apples burn and utter silent flame. The brook swells higher ; hissings fierce Through its frothy torrent pierce. sc. I. THE SERPENT FLA V. 9 Then comes a vision of the ancient Snake, Even as one sees by day when wide-awake ; Its head is rolling in the fern, Its coils are round the boughs where the red apples burn. Then the Snake whispers, and voices are hushed ; Into its accents the silence has rushed ; Crisp is the roll of its tongue and intense Are the glozings it pours on voluptuous sense. And still 'tis in whisper that seemeth to say : 'Thy moments are weary, prolong not thy day ; Thy life-time is weary, prolong not the chase After days without ending ; from all they recede ; Of all mortals alike is fantastic the creed ; Who hope and who mock end alike in the race. Seize on rapture while yet it is nigh ; a new mortal, Thou enterest the world through a glorious portal, All riches to scatter, all homage possess : Seize on love without stint and all beauty caress.' On this the dreamer sees a phantom throng Of rosy maidens float along ; Towards him they droop their wavy arms, Alluring him with lagging charms ; And ever with a fonder face Comes on new beauty with its newer grace. O frantic pleasures, soul-dissolving ! O passion that once felt endures, And bliss for evermore assures 1 o THE SERPENT PLA Y. act i. The brightest stars in heaven dedine, But joys about the heart revolving With it ascend and still their own past light out- shine ! Scene II. — The Temple of the Serpent Kaiisis, in the Paradise of Ccelis. CcELis, alone. CCELIS. ' Is sleep a darkness when my inner sight Fills spaces where dissolving worlds belonged ? New visions, soul-enchanted, thronged Around me in the vanished light ! Whence came they but from this creative will ? Then may it not the empty regions fill With shapes more lasting from its own recesses, When thus a living light the soul possesses ? But where shall this, my dream-creation be ? The sun-realms teem with works of One alone ; She thinks and all is real ! She can see The things Her soul hath imaged forth and done. In virgin generation she conceives, And to the expanding range her boundless nature gives. Still the Snake rules below ! With fated power He filched from man all time, all save an hour : sen. THE SERPENT PLAY. ii How soon run out ! Is it indeed too late To plead the heirship to that lost estate ? ' The snaky pillars of the temple hide Among the leaves at the brookside; None now, save Coelis, ever dare To breathe the false, infectious air. Within, a serpent-idol hangs With hideous coil and poison-dripping fangs ; And hissings as from hollow caves below Enter the breezes, blowing where they blow, And many a wayfarer affright Who ventures thither by the pathless night. Since Ccelis bade the Serpent-worship end, For the Ophidian rites would none contend ; Still, unseen spirits round the temple rage And bring to earth again a darker age. There are the graves, and there the days gone by Flit round them, memory on memory ; There thick as matted cobwebs lie The souls of priestly warriors at rest, And every knoll in consciousness invest. Ccelis looks up the sloping grass Where locust-trees in leafy shade bestride The ancient path on either side. And flutter o'er the sward while high the breezes pass. He sees slow-crumbling through the boughs The fane that holds his fathers' vows, 2 THE SERPENT PL A V. act i. Where now the weird, unhallowed noises Change into imploring voices, That hymn the cabalistic prayer. Poured from the writings on the walls engraved ; That ever speak though none be there : Even as survive the old-world memories That writ in fire by the Prime-mover Break out upon the phosphorescent seas And turn, like scrolls, their glowing pages over. O records worthy to be saved ! The wind is now upon the shivered rills ; Soughing sounds creep o'er the hollows ; A twilight film hangs o'er the hills And through its shrouds the shadow follows. To the low breeze the anthemed voices come And whirl about their holy home. The spirits of the dead are singing, Down the darkened glacis bringing The tongueless prayers that through the walls are ringing. ANTHEM OF THE DEAD. 'O Spirit, self-burning! Soul of Decay ! Summer adjourning In wintry array. That ever returning Thou sweepest away ! sc. II. THE SERPENT PLAY. 13 Leave us the fruit-time ; Leave us the root-time ; AVinter is long ! Leave us the corn-time, leave us the grass-time, Thou art the Strong ! Let the old sluices Run down with the juices Of olive and vine : The oil flows from thee and thy blood is the wine. Then shall we drink through thy wintery "pastime And shout o'er the wiles that thy wisdom instils. And the good out of ill that thy cunning fulfils : Shout to the hour when our breath we surrender To thee our loved Spirit, our Lord, our Defender.' Trembling but bold, he mounts the stair, When all is hushed : -he cannot hear A breath, so deep appears the lull of prayer. Then he essays to draw the bar When seems a thunder-bolt to grate afar ; The unlocked heaven is shuddering for war. And now, the winds through cloud-realms vaulting higher. The thunder throbs pierced by the forked fire, And sky-lakes plunge down heights sublime. On the world's waters beating hurried time. Yet in the rivers through the thunder pouring And in the rushing wind-tides ever roaring, 14 THE SERPENT PLAY. act i. To his strong soul one harmony abounds. The several storms that rage, in concert play, While the wide-engulphing sounds Hold the racked hills and valleys in dismay. And he is less alone on earth ! For lonely is the man whose spirit is In concert only with eternal bliss. And clashes with the concert of world-mirth. Scene \\\.—The Hall of VoLUPSA and Ccelis. Is he not lone when none his cares partake, And woman would his faith in nature shake ? Yet there was one he loved, and ever sought When hope's excesses their own misery wrought. Volupsa from the early day Whereof the memory was childish play. Had kept his heart as 'neath a vow : But his meek love is humbled now ; To him it seems but as a summer rose That bloomed, then dropped where the sweetbriar grows. CCELIS. Volupsa I Life with us is lonely ; All day you speak to few but me, sc. III. THE SERPENT FLA V. 1 5 And I, with hundreds near, can only Yourself with eyes of pleasure see. VOLUPSA. But, Ccelis, soon we both shall welcome others : Your darling sister Vivia and our brothers ! We shall be blithe for many a day And laugh o'er all the absent voices say ! The more that length of waiting makes us weary, The more will every heart be cheery : Those whom we love are on their homeward way. We need no other pleasure seek Than to look on towards days so surely pending : Time may creep slowly, yet has many a week One happy morrow for its ending. CCFXIS. Your brother ! Tell me his return is sure : No other morrow shall my heart implore Than that of peace. But time, I fear, effaces In my young brother's breast the love of home : New life in him wears out the early traces ; Here all is old ; he will not come ; Not even when to his princess wed, — Unless it hap we all are dead ! VOLUPSA. His absence is but of a year : Sooner than you surmise he will appear. 1 6 THE SERFENT PLAY. act i. CCELIS. No, he must stay in foreign courts And there enjoy the savage sports ; Hunt the scared fox, run down the boar. Stalk the red deer, pursue the roe. And chase the plunging buffalo, With times of hawking kept in store. VOLUPSA. Not strange it is to see a comely youth Pursue his pleasures with the lords, — Though strong may be the contrast it affords To your pursuits of hidden truth. Dear Ccelis, better were it far That you had followed in the raging war With my brave brother Voragine, Who has so many battles seen ! Better than to be lost in fruitless musing ! Eyes pierce not nature and the heart In her high symphony has little part : Thought there but gambles and is ever losing. CCELIS. Had I his tastes I could be wise : I go but as the arrow flies. Who shapes the bow the arrow shapes, And none for long his doom escapes. sc. III. THE SERPENT PLAY. 17 VOLUPSA. Whence come these sayings sad and wild ? You were so cheerful when a child ! Too short for us was then the day, And only tired-out eyes put off our play. Now with a startling earnestness you meet The same light hours half-way. CCELIS. Can we repeat Our infancy ? Did we not then rehearse With upstart zest our youth, our later age. Before they came, and, on our little stage, In arbitrary games all things reverse ? There lay our life, and only there Can we look back devoid of care. The times at last are true : the latest cry Is war and^Voragine's sage strategy : How he the unsuspecting foe decoys; How he their crops at harvest season, — Their very towns with greedy fire destroys. He makes men's lives the penalty of treason ! It is a feverish tale. VOLUPSA. He .but performs His duty when their fortresses he storms. Despite these deeds is he not kind ? There never was a truer mind. c 1 8 THE SERPENT PLAY. act i. CCELIS. Brave though he be, and fearing not to die, Where is the pride of his humanity ? To him the higher hfe is lost Who honour gains at honour's cost. Look at our people, how their fields are teeming With plenty for the year's supply ! The harvest-moon is nightly beaming With gratulations of the Deity. VOLUPSA. Yes ; it is sad ; but how can we evade The woes whereof this world is made ! Even you at last to this dark war assented. CCELIS. And from that hour to this have I repented. Even better had it been to share the fate Of those who hope though they but death await ; Blessed are the souls who, early though they die, Have striven to touch the highest destiny. sc. IV. THE SERPENT PLAY. 19 Scene IV. — The Harvest-plains outside the Paradise of Coslis. Night. CcELis, alone. CCELIS. The moon is at the full and overflows ; The wheat is gathered into sheaves, And heaven its quiet brilliance throws On reapers who from toil repose On the warm ground with flocks and beeves. They, tired of grazing ; tired of reaping ; O'er all the harvest-moon is sleeping; All in illumined slumber bask and I Alone keep the Eternal company. The reapers lie full length, their hooks at hand; The shepherds, at their midnight ease. Their heads have pillowed on their knees: Time moves not, sharing in their peace And loitering on the yellow land. A spell is upon all, the vultures sleep Above in rocky nests, the wolves are charmed, None fear the others, none the vigil keep. But undefended here they sleep unharmed. O friendly tomb ! whence with re-opening eyes These dreamy dead shall on the morrow rise ! THE SERPENT PLAY. act ii. ACT II. Proscenium. — The Gates whichleadto the Paradise of Ccelis. CcELis, Messenger. MESSENGER. I bear the words of Voragine. CCELIS. Begin : Erewhile his words were still the battle's din. MESSENGER. The vulgar cry for liberty is lulled; Bright is the sword again that blood had dulled : As though it flashed the miracle of peace, 'Tis only lifted now and murmurs cease. CCELIS. In terror sown, the seeds of hate Take easy root and germinate : PROS. THE SERPENT PLAY. 21 So, for our foes a better time is near, And their revenge it is our turn to bear. MESSENGER. Their homes laid out in desert, who shall know A seed-time where but weeds henceforward grow? The earth is charred; priests, chieftains, all have fled Into the burning forests and are dead. CCELIS. Nature herself not spared ! yet ere the year Will she revolt and her new weapon wear : On the burnt soil will man again appear. MESSENGER. Who looks so far ? CCELIS. Not Voragine, 'tis clear. MESSENGER. But many a day beyond his morrow Is safe ; at glorious spring-time, which is near, The chief returns ; — CCELIS. With him our reign of Sorrow. CCELIS, alone. Can Nature sanction this, even war espouse Wasting the scanty moments she allows, 2 THE SERPENT PLAY. act ii. Lest the religion to her trust reposed Be to our precious leisure here disclosed ? The seer may vainly seek for holy soil Whose sod the wily sorcerer turns over, Though but to bare a serpent's coil Or some more warlike creed discover. But faith suffices with the sword's defence, And sets aside the cruel evidence Death's face affords, a warning all believe And sicken at ; unwilling to receive. Thus must the disaffected soul resume, In its resolve eternally to live, Some war of vain desires whose creed shall vanquish doom. I, too, will struggle through all hope, though none The immortal life, since life first was, hath won. Scene I. — The Paradise of Calis. CcELis, alone. CCELIS. ' Summer and winter changing hands The green leaves hang mid red and yellow ; The fruits are over-ripe and mellow ; Cracked to the core their germ expands And hope is heir to nature's sway. Though now embowelled in decay. SCI. THE SERPENT PLAY. 23 Even while they vanish, Nature drapes In her autumnal pride their lovely shapes, Beyond the forest's brink pale clouds Float o'er the foliage to take up its blaze, While the sun glittering through the woods Steeps their last beauty in his slumbering rays. But he that set the stamp of death on man At the fate-haunted tree still guards the portal To thwart my soul that would escape the ban And upon earth recover days immortal. Nature's High Fast begins : life's latter stage Glows in the ruddiness of age ; Then, as the pomp of dying holds the scene In slow procession, proud that it has been, All drops ; the wondrous death its heritage. So we approach the end ; o'er sodden leaves The naked boughs stretch forth their dripping eaves. Sapless and dark ; their potent virtue spent Whose leaf- dome was the world's green firmament. The skies are humbled in their grey attire, And from the tree of life the fruit is gone ; The flowers no more put forth their meek desire : All things, one with another ; yet alone ! ' She is eternal,' so all being cries, ' Whose hope this wreck of summer underUes ; Still is the scene mortality ! The day That comes is not the one that passed away ; The summer festival, so late outspread, 24 THE SERPENT PLAY. act ii. Was new as though no other had been kept ; But hope has not among its remnants slept, And hope is older than the dead. The life I seek while this brief being wanes She gives me ; she this deathless hope sustains ; She is the Soul of All ; she permeates Winter and spring, and, nowhere wholly hidden, In me these restless watchings undertakes: I seek her not unbidden.' In death new changes still arise ; The air hangs thick upon his paradise ; The brook-waves lie in waves of ice. Where is now the flight of graces, Sighing bosoms, happy faces. Hands beckoning to some exalted goal Which, never reached, with rapture filled his soul ? Volupsa, is her human charm forgot ? In this deep hour of love it flashes not ! A dream translates his self-exalted sense Into the phrenzy of omnipotence. 'But,' cries he, 'dreams that come to pass are true : Through them, the early messengers of doom Forewarn us, ere the day is due, Though they abide their time in the maturing womb. Those spirit forms I saw ; though they elude My touch they come and live within my sight : On their fond images I brood Now as a future, now a past delight. SCI. THE SERPENT PLAY. 25 As they return to me, uncalled, I gain Assurance of a life for ever real. That he shall covet not in vain Who seeks it once through his beloved ideal. But when shall my slow-filling vision see The one, O Soul ! whose likeness is of Thee ? When, gazing in the mirror of her love. Shall I, beyond it, find the one above, Who holds this grave of nature that the dead Awake once more in summer garmented ? Reveal thyself, O Psyche, soul supreme. With whom these calm and awful systems teem ! If, through long seeking, I thy love may claim, Divulge to me thy most mysterious name, That by these lips the one ecstatic word. Be spoken, and to Thee again outpoured.' Then answers him the Soul of All ; The name is on his ears descending, In strains that surely towards him fall, And end in inward harmonies unending. Her name as from a holy choir is springing ; He overhears the distant minstrelsy. That seems as of departing spirits singing, But leaves his frame in ecstasy to be ; Bliss chiselled from eternal harmony. 2 6 THE SERPENT PLAY. act ii. Scene II. — The Forest. VoLUPSA, alone. VOLUPSA. I. When I think of thee, brother, Is my heart not all thine ? Yet the face of another Seems bending o'er mine. I call thee by name, yet a name not thy own Has whispered already its dear undertone. II. When I think thine eyes greet me. Their sweet flash of blue Brings another's to meet me Of somberer hue, And ever before me they seem to remain, Though my heart but repines to behold thee again. III. When I list, and would hear thee Once more in our home, And thy voice appears near me, Another's has come. I dream of thee only, for thee only sigh, Yet thy image forsakes me ; another's is nigh. sc. II. THE SERPENT PLAY. 27 IV. AVhen thy fond smiles come o'er me As in moments now flown, Tliere riseth before me A look not thy own : 'Tis thee I recall to my mind, O my brother ! Yet ever with thine comes the gaze of another. CCELIS, VOLUPSA. Volupsa knows the wanderer's haunt and strays By paths wherein she feels his heart has spoken ; And though the spell to her remain unbroken, Not less the depth of silence may betoken A love that but its voice delays. No match was she, pure, simple-hearted maid. For one whose soul must soar and cannot wade : So when they meet, she only thinks how high The hawk ascends through its blue hunting fields In search of prey it finds not in the sky, But in the hedges where the sparrow builds. Then would she hold him in the gaze She lifts to heaven when she prays. And say, O Coelis ! wander here no more ! Magic arts you disavow. Yet at false shrines you surely bow, And spirits of the unknown world adore ; Agents of ill who would our souls decoy ; Who dark, alchemic arts employ. 2 8 THE SERPENT PLAY. actii. And false to seeming true transmute, Beyond the reach of reason to refute. CCELIS. Is Ufe, then, dear one, such a pleasant travel That what is next 'twere best not to unravel, But shut our senses lest they knowledge find Of marvels in advance and wonders left behind ? Our fathers so let sUp their will and died. VOLUPSA. What we resign to heaven, is sanctified. CCELIS. When you speak thus all doubtful things seem true ; They take your beauty and resemble you ; Then is my boasted will of poor account. VOLUPSA. Into the airless void it strives to mount : Here is it unrestrained ; this pleasant throne, Older than many kingdoms, is your own : Suffices not a power so great ? But more, — In seats of learning where the youth dispute None could your subtle arguments confute. But there are wonders fruitless to explore. What can the meaning be of secret lore But that all things remote are hidden, And to the scrutiny of all forbidden ? sc. II. THE SERPENT PLAY. 29 CCELIS. It is not man invents desire, And what he craves he seeks, though vainly he aspire. Somewhere is knowledge ; did we only toil At thought, as meaner labourers at the soil, Then might we our lost strength renew, And even the hidden wilderness subdue, Feeding its fallow to its fullest greed With our primeval germ, as with prolific seed. Then should we touch the orbs divine That in far darkness, unconceived of, shine. VOLUPSA. It never was so save in metaphor Wherein your mind is rich and mine is poor : Not truly touch them, Coelis ? CCELIS. With our soul ; Which is of earth and heaven the one epitome : A mirror that reflects the whole ; And loving eyes in it may all things see. Ah ! could you feel how there the vista brighten s, And reach with me the calm which ever heightens ! VOLUPSA. Coelis, I tremble ; if such thoughts have worth Like us will they enjoy a second birth 3° THE SERPENT FLA Y. act ii. When all that we are let to wish will be Of us a part, like things we daily see. Our souls are like the butterfly that lives On what the kind Creator gives ; It must not seek the flowery heaven before Its wings are like an angel's. When we soar Be it alone our Maker to adore ! Scene III. — By the Tree of Knowledge. Moonlight. CcELis, alone. Stiffened in death the things once fair Under the piercing breezes shiver ; The moonbeams strike the frosty air And through its unseen crystals quiver. CCELIS. ' Sibyl of Mystery, Soul of the Sky ! Thou speakest in symbols that voiceless are spread O'er thy dwelling, the star-haunted azure on high ; That diffused o'er the earth by no mortal are read. Deeper than sunshine the beams of thy face Stir man's mystic spirit, yet hold it aloof ; The thoughts they engender with thine interlace To be borne from our reach through the world's wondrous roof. By day we may wander and muse, but its light Is so real it chides the -vain spirit that strives : sc. III. THE SERPENT PLAY. 31 More bold are the feelings that blend in thy night, Pensive Soul ! and with thee into mystery dive. Thine is the dream-time, the dream without sleep That poet may enter : ah ! what doth it yield ? He watches thy ways in the uppermost deep ; To emotion, not sense, is thy secret revealed.' The apple-tree has lost its pride Though moonlight glitters on its bark, And rings of phosphorescence slide Round trunk and branches frore and stark. Among the ferns its fruits are rotten, But ruddier than in summer-time Burst forth the scintillating rings of slime, Like shooting stars of serpent-fire begotten. The demon's haunt ! And is he truly here ? Shall next the fascinating gaze appear ? The verdurous coil is changing ; now to skin. Now to round flesh seen quivering within. The parasite assumes the reptile's strength ! It might a mammoth fold within its length. CcELis, Kaitsis. ' Fear not this everlasting Shape,' He seems to hear the Serpent say : ' My power, embracing all, can none escape. But flesh and blood are not my prey. ■I am the wisdom wherein ever lies The naked truth that nature falsifies, And gilds in hope that with the body dies. 32 THE SERPENT PLA Y. act ii. O thou vain searcher ! canst thou trace The lines upon a serpent's skin ? There is the map of thy outgoing race, That yet afresh seems ever to begin ; There mayst thou learn man's day shall surely end And with the pregnant Nothing that precedes it blend.' CCELIS. Who art thou, O voiced Serpent, thus encoiled As when our mother of the fruit partook, Of her first happiness despoiled, — As to this day records the holy book ! KAUSIS. These coils, my prison-house, hold earth's Co-Heir : Welcome were death ; that boon is not for me ; A brighter God looks down on this despair, This hopeless side of an eternity. Wouldst thou my lot assume and satiate Thy thirst for life ; the weary days devour, Which, ere they come, with mocking sameness sate? Look on these loveless orbs ! wouldst thou relieve Their watch that constant as the waves In vain the alternating quiet craves But still goes on without reprieve ? With all coeval are these wakeful eyes : All they behold and meet no new surprise. Then envy not their ceaseless watch SC. III. THE SERPENT FLA Y. 33 That would the uneventful death-wink snatch, And never more on this stale nature gaze ! They look upon the sun and only glaze In the dead stare that never dies. Accursfed vision, which has seen All that can be, all that has ever been, Till time itself has ceased to be And counts as one eternity ! To thee the days are new ; they fall As unto one who has forgotten all. Could I forget, and nothing see behind ; — And cast this skin, and rush into the sun, — There the untasted, fresh emotion find As though the world had just begun. How would I revel in so new a lot, Fast as the pleasures came, as fast forgot. Hid from my sense the springs of love and hate, That at their common source each other desecrate. But Nature must play on her worthless game, And only can herself repeat : Cycle on cycle she is still the same ; Her ends and her beginnings ever meet. Then how beneficent the lot of man ! He stretches out his narrow span. To live a day, a night to rest ; When tired, to die, and so be doubly blest. While through uncounted cycles I remain, Thy race goes out, to yet revive again, Though not till every grain of sand Has been the centre of a sun, D 34 THE SERPENT PLAY. act i And all that forms the sea and land Has through the universal hour-glass run. Man's long abeyance, 'tis but as a day ; Death after death appears a moment's sleep, While time still trundles round with busy sweep, And glides once more into the olden way. CCELIS. What art thou, Spirit ? KAUSIS. ■\\^ith the hours I change : In Nature's toil of ceaseless ebb and flow I turn the tide, that else would onward range And immortality on all bestow. CCELIS. Breathless, I doubt thee, who wouldst arrogate To thy cold will the balancing of fate. There is a Power beyond thee ; to her call My spirit answers, rescued from thy thrall, KAUSIS. She hath her separate realm ; what is to be, Throughout all contest, is foreknown to me : The antagonist I am in double destiny. CCELIS. O Psyche ! 'tis not thus ! sc. III. THE SERPENT PLAY. 35 KAUSIS. Even she who keeps The sun and stars, — eternally she weeps Her unrequited love, that fails at last, And in the vortex at my call is cast. She is the sympathetic Soul Whose light I feel enwreathe the icy pole. 'Tis only there we meet, or we might breed Death-worlds, but beauteous, from our common seed. Of whose charmed being none should taste, and none With eyes that love and wonder, look upon ! But, change must triumph ; the hard firmament To thee so high, is to my purpose bent ; Its seeming beauty burns and wastes ; And to a long decay its transient glory hastes. Yon moon that doth thy inmost spirit stir Is but the death-lamp of a sepulchre ; Fed by the sun's expiring rays^ To gather up the wrecks of'the departed days. As the soul-charmer ends, the Serpent's train Has shrunk into the parasite again ; Its leaf-tipped sprays that loosely hang about. Like straggling locks, innocuous stand out In the blue night whose calm the scene invests, But not the listener's wretchedness arrests. 36 THE SERPENT FLA V. act ii. Scene lY.—T/ie Castle of C(xlis. CcELis, alone. ' Then life, forgetful of its former stages, Breaks ever forth anew in endless time ; Now resting mid the waste of ages, Now jubilant in Nature's paths sublime I Again hath gaped the cavern of thy jaw, tongue that launched first knowledge from the tree ; And issues thence the all-enduring law That life and death in turn must ever be ! ' So the Soul-seeker heard the revelation, That what is loveliest of creation Springs only from a world's decay ; That all returns again to clay ! ' Shall not the heavens,' he asks, ' escape ? ' He looks above and sees the Serpent's shape Where constellations fill those plains of lustre ; But denser seem the timid stars to cluster And ask of him their secret meaning, AVhile on the hidden power like infants leaning. With hope, exalting once, that now debases, Late through the midnight hours he paces His armour-haunted corridor. And there finds rest not any more. The moonlight through the window glances On jointed mail and shivered lances. sc. IV. THE SERPENT PLAY. 37 Kindling the ruby panes, though 'neath the sheen The Serpent-shield shines ever-green, Paling the past. There as he lay Upon his bed his will dissolved away, And in its place so soft a whisper crept He took it to his spirit as he slept Nigh to his breast the Serpent seemed To breathe into him all he dreamed, A fulsome whisper that dissembled, But pure, unchallenged truth resembled : His conscious being, weak and fevered, Like a stray memory from its soul dissevered. So, prostrate was he, when the Snake once more His spirit to the tree of knowledge bore. Kausis, Ccelis. KAUSIS. ' Where, Worm ! is the will that its lot would deny ? Where, Worm ! is the will that its lord would defy ? Thou hast crawled from the earth in my daylight to > die! Thy people, thy kindred, my worship have spurned ; As I tread upon thee, at my tread who hast turned, This arm, this one arm of a far-ruling fate, Shall crush them and thee in the coil of its hate.' Again to him the words in fragments came, And ever changed, and ever were the same. 38 THE SERPENT PLA Y. act it. And then he saw the Soul of All Who held the mighty world in thrall, With the avenging Snake contend, Whose venom-scales like sculpture chased. With Her the circling world embraced. In strife that time can never end. When tempests over nature hurry And sweep down forests in their fury. Then is he calm ; but storms unnumbered. As though the universe must cease. Crowded within him while he slumbered. And all outside reposed in peace. Scene V. — The Hall of Voragine. VOLUPSA, CCELIS. ' I haste to you, Volupsa ; let me hear Your voice in its dear, human melody ! Give mine ears shelter ; save mine eyes the glare Of hideous visions whence to you I fly. To the enchanted haunts I go no more ; Let me through you my ill-timed life explore.' So Coelis speaks ; Volupsa says : ' What ails you ? Strangely sounds your speech ; Though it be kind, its wilderment efifrays The love I bear you, to its inmost reach.' sc. V. THE SERPENT PLAY. CCELIS. What ails me, ask not ! would you hear it And suffer in this peril too ? Though I told all I yet must bear it ; 'Tis not for one so loved to share it ; My trying lot falls not on you. What ails me ? Not the body's ill : It is a malison in serpent shape, That never mortal shall escape, Entwines itself about my strangled will. VOLUPSA. Coelis ! CCELIS. Call me by the name no more ; — Call me the Last Laocoon ! The Serpent's eyes on me have shone As glared they on the priest of yore. VOLUPSA. Coelis ! can I not calm you ? CCELIS. 1 am calm ! But soothe me with your dimpling cheek ; Let your soft eyes in light my soul embalm, That through them I may see the things I seek. 39 40 THE SERPENT PLAY. act ii. VOLUPSA. Yes, I will smile. CCELIS. Such smile avert ; It draws not soul to soul in love's desire : Your lips seem with a snake begirt ! The flame of love is clear ; I see but smouldering fire. VOLUPSA. Coelis, be calm, be strong ! Repeat To me the ills you suffer ; often When nothing else a grief can soften, Fond souls in unison may meet. CCELIS. Shall I relate how one who drank At nectar- springs, 'neath the foamed poison sank? And what a gulph now underlies The heaven where hope ere it has blossomed dies ! Yet sought I not the awful one. Whose words, whose aspect froze my blood to stone ! VOLUPSA. Yet rest awhile. CCELIS. Rest comes : This hurried soul it soothes, this pain benumbs. sc. V. THE SERPENT PLAY. 41 VOLUPSA. How so ? CCELIS. You do not hear the music throbbing ; It brings me peace ; the rage abates : You cannot hear the fitful sobbing That on the burst of rapture waits. No soul so modulates its mortal voice ! The fall, the rise, the all-resistless swell That holds emotion's wondrous argument, Sways hidden nature with its conquering spell : Absent is word, is thought, is doubt, is choice. All heavenward lost in this divine consent ! As in a tranquil sleep we choose Our dreams from things whereon we love to muse, I call on her who o'er the forest hovers ; It is her voice that to my senses cleaving, I hear from holy depths upheaving A music she alone to me discovers. VOLUPSA. What voice ? what can this rapture mean ? CCELIS. The voice of Psyche, Nature's only queen ! It is not human ; o'er the wintry rime It floats into the summer-time ; It lifts me to the place afar Where the pure hope-blossoms are. 42 THE SERPENT PLAY. act ii. It is a voice that love-attuned pursues me ; That, when I question, bursts into a song. Why doth it not to you belong Who with your gentle love suffuse me ? Then through the mirror of your mind Might I the never-ending prospect find. VOLUPSA. Coehs ! I am so wretched ! CCELIS. You elude This search for life ; only my miseries In you, as in a second mirror, rise ; On them, again, within your soul I brood. VOLUPSA. I leave you, Ccelis. CCELIS. Stay! VOLUPSA. But not to hear More than a woman's heart can bear ? sc VI. THE SERPENT FLA V. 43 Scene VI. — TAe Chamber of Volupsa. VoLUPSA, alone. Ccfilis, in the true mirror of her eyes Sees but the nimbus-cloud that on him Ues. There with no steady look can he survey The love she suffers : her perturbed mind Can have no peace, no shelter find, And never more to him its wealth display. She in the storm of love is overtaken ; An ever-trembling aspen, tempest-shaken ! He loves her, but he deems her mortal still. Or would she take no heed of pain, But rise, upborne on his aspiring will That cannot of itself all love attaiti. How, calm-eyed, could she with her smiles reveal To him the prospect of an endless weal ? How could she, when his lips so tremble. Feign that her heart was light and gay ; Her inmost sympathy dissemble ; In merry tones shut out his soul's dismay ? The cloud that is upon his face Falls o'er her eyes : can she his pains control ? O could one look of joy his dreams displace. Then might he pierce the vista of her soul ! Yet comes a moment that allays Her pangs, she sings to God, and singing to Him, prays. 44 THE SERPENT PLA Y. act ii. ' The heavenly choirs to Thee belong, Thou hearkenest to their holy song Whose melody is Thine. Then listen to a maiden's prayer; The throbbings of her anguish bear, That beat against Thy shrine. ' Though far he wander from my heart, Let not his love from me depart ; For Thou art distant too, And fetchest me when I would pray, And teachest me what words to say, '\\'ith contrite heart and true. ' '\^■hen all is told beyond the sky. Then can he not the love deny That from his bosom springs. As doth Thy holy bird, the Dove, When it the message of Thy love To my lone sorrow brings.' SCI. THE SERPENT PLAY. 45 ACT III. Scene I. The Soul of Kausis. Spring breaks ; it is the Serpent's time for treading His heaven of dank and narrow alleys, Where he his needle's eye is threading To sow his hate among the distant valleys. There eager warriors, whose soil The troops of Voragine had made their spoil In war's disastrous play of sword and fire, Pause in the passion of debate. And but the Serpent's oracle await, That rich in easy, subtle thought Must now the thirst of vengeance sate In foes who drink at conscience, staking nought. 'Twill tell them how the strong to shake And in their triumphs overtake By wiles the Serpent only can invent, Of lofty seeming but of base intent. So shall the conquered their new Spring begin : While the corn grows gathering the fruits of sin. 46 THE SERPENT FLA Y. act hi. The inside of a Serpent-Templein the burnt Forest. Hayus and others, before the Idol. HAYUS. O Kausis, why hast thou forsaken me ? KAUSIS. Thou hast proclaimed the Cross. HAYUS. Not wilfully. But with that sign of peace to be avenged — KAUSIS. Vengeance is mine. HAYUS. To be avenged in thee. KAUSIS. ^\^lat boon demand ye at this sacrifice ? HAYUS. To be as gods and slay our enemies. KAUSIS. Only through Death, robed in the flowing blood Of thy own son. sc. I. THE SERPENT PLAY. 47 HAYUS. The bleating lamb is here ; Yet, be it as thou wilt. KAUSIS. Thy son shall die. HAYUS. Thy will encompasses Our weak affections : touch us, that our blood, Chilled at death's edge, be in its altered course Numb to remorse. This hand shall loose the stream Of that dear life. KAUSIS. Bear him unto the Tree, And spear his side ; in his last agony Prophetic, shall he soothsay in thine ear The one, the certain way. HAYUS. Friends, lead him thither. But blind him, lest he see his father's face. KAUSIS. So shall the avenging father through his son Behold his wish accomplished. HAYUS. Be it done. 48 THE SERPENT PLA Y. act hi. KAUSIS. In him the blood of innocence is spilt To heighten vengeance on another's guilt, And while his darkness spreads o'er all the land His inward sight shall more and more expand To the near future, and its secret know, And he shall whisper with his dying breath Such knowledge as can only be in death. Three days thy son shall sojourn in the grave, Then shall he rise and his loved people save : He goes before thee ; on his path attend And with thee shall he tarry to the end. So, scripture-tongued the Serpent's voice prevailed, And only one the sacrifice bewailed. HAYUS. The oracle is closed, but heard the prayer : Give the dear victim to a father's care ; Only to me will he his soul declare. PEOPLE. Hail, King of the Ophidians ! Hayus wept. His heart in that last pang of anguish dead, The father of the martyr bowed his head. And the last tear he ever shed From his deep-purposed brow with trembling fingers swept. sc. II. THE SERPENT FLA Y. ■ Scene II. — Tke Hall of Voragine. VOLUPSA, CCELIS. Henceforth is Ccelis calm ; his panic o'er, With gentle words would he restore The wreath of smiles Volupsa wore, When, in its soul-beams lit, her happy face Was charged with every sudden grace. What, thought he, can that wreath replace ! But she had newer smiles that broke Around her lips even ere she spoke. CCELIS. Volupsa ! scarce I know your face again ! Joyous or sad, 'tis always more than fair ; But smiles it hath to-day that entertain Some favoured guest and all love's welcome bear. What do I see ? the lights within your eyes Have flashed not so this many a day : Lustres of brilliance they display ; — Your very soul-depths seem to crystalHse. VOLUPSA. Joy, Ccelis, is of many hues : You have not heard the cheering news. E 49 so THE SERPENT FLA Y. act hi. My brother has returned ; the war Is closed, our foes are friendly near and far. CCELIS. Tidings of joy, if strife be at an end ! VOLUPSA. And now my brother pants to greet his dearest friend. CCELIS. When did he come ? VOLUPSA. It was as morning broke : Hundreds of villages awoke In time to hail his gorgeous cavalcade, And -ivreaths of common hedge-flowers many made ; Myrtle boughs and laurels waving, And on the road the cry of victory raving. Escorted by his guard up to the gate His honoured name three times the soldier shouted. He only said it was their bravery won The glory and the rebels routed : He gave the triumph to their arms alone. COELIS. Where is the army now that he commanded ? sc. n. THE SERPENT PLAY. 51 VOLUPSA. It is dispersed : the troops are all disbanded, No longer needed in the field, So surely is the quarrel healed. COELIS. Now be it mine a cheering word to say : My sister Vivia comes to-day ; — VOLUPSA. Another joy ! CCELIS. She is already on her way. VOLUPSA. The happy time for all sets in ; And now I hear my brother, Voragine ; That is his step along the corridor : You know his light and rapid tread ! It is upon the welcome floor, The home where he was born and bred. Farewell, awhile ! CCELIS, alone. The passion of a child : Oh ! what true music has a sister's love I About my heart by her 'twas early wove. Since of its intertwining blisses spoiled ! 52 THE SERPENT PLAY. act iii. Scene III. — The Hall of Voragine. VORAGINE, CCELIS. CCEHS. My kinsman, Voragine ! A cheerful sight. Yru look so firm within your mail, Few such a living stronghold would assail. VORAGINE. It is but health braced by sword-exercise. The tonic of the soul ! In honest fight The secret of a man's endurance lies. CCELIS. The schooling of the body to the mind. Ill-trained for such high cult is he Who what he is not seeks to be : Oft in the dusk of thought we find No path to final victory. VORAGINE. What need we more than fame and wealth In life's short play, and both are yours. Though, says report, you take by stealth ^\"hat open war to me secures. sc. rii. THE SERPENT FLA Y. 53 CffiLIS. How, then, by stealth ; though said in jest, It is most covertly expressed. VORAGINE. 'Tis told no planet passes on parade But that you rob it of an omen. So is heaven-brigandage your trade, As mine to take the lives of foemen. As you coax nature to reveal The mighty purpose of her next decreeing, More fairly from a damsel's heart I steal The inmost secret of her being. CCELIS. Say it is so : you ever must pourtray Your humour in a soldier's way. VORAGINE. Your fairy sister, Vivia, where is she ? Still in the convent at her training ? Ah ! would she waft her love to me. And spare me all this heart-complaining ! Now, Coelis, draw the shadowy moon Into some shallow psol, and trace The magic circles : bid her solve How many months she must revolve Ere Vivia shall assume her bridal place ! But say we must be wedded soon. <;4 THE SERPENT FLA Y. act hi. CCELIS. She yet is young : but you have long been plighted; Bid her then solve the riddle that has riven So many far asunder when united : So many into madness driven. VORAGINE. It may be so when love is little wise, And takes the gulph ere it can scale the steep ■ Before us shall no obstacle arise, But that the dancing of our eyes May in a moment over-leap. What charm is there like soldier's prattle ; — The gallant rush, the flash of battle ; — No maiden heart can this withstand ! To tales of danger while she listens, The jewel at her eyelash glistens : The merry moment is at hand ! Ah ! laugh we must not, save at greeting — To show our joy at such a meeting ! Who has seen battles won and lost Is slow of victory to boast, And for the conquest of a maid. The more he loves the more is he afraid. CCELIS. Love is the hardest of all creeds. All are its martyrs, wheresoe'er it leads. sc. III. THE SERPENT PLAY. SS VORAGINE. Vivia is love ; no better creed I choose : But till she comes we must the hours amuse. Shall we then fence to while away the time ? My thoughts lie near, yours ever are sublime. I must invent some game to waste the days, Or they will never flit : I cannot watch. With you, mild nature's slow, ecstatic ways, And at set times her inspirations snatch. Let us begone and with wild pleasure Race, while the world goes round in stately leisure. CCELIS. Life will go on, — the eagle's speed It doth not for its squandering need; But Vivia comes to-day, along the road Her barb now bears its lightsome load. VORAGINE. Such news would cheer an army ! Let us spend The morrow with you ; love alone Can for the misery of those wars atone : Be it the assurance of their happy end. COELIS. And from my brother Pandolph is a letter : A longer one had pleased me better. ' Coelis,' he says, ' take choice among the fair, g6 THE SERPENT PLA V. act Or Beatrice may plague you with an heir. Wedded at last I long to show My charming princess at the old chateau. So think of us as on our homeward way ; Perhaps not many hours shall we delay. Time after time has this been my intent, But our old oracle not yet is spent ; For, I had a presentiment.' VORAGINE. The best of news. CCELIS. Presentiments we heed, Though little argument have they to plead. Perchance my brother feels afar The signs that move us not when they are near, And so may he his safety find in fear : But this must not our pleasure mar. When all the rest, perhaps Vivia, now are here. VORAGINE. Ere the day passes Vivia must I see ; And on the morrow, — CCELIS. Then the feast shall be. sc. IV. THE SERPENT PLAY. 57 Scene IV. VORAGINE, VOLUPSA. VOLUPSA. How long the time has dragged j and yet a year I3 gone ! VORAGINE. Another comes. VOLUPSA. You now will stay, For slowly fills the gap wherein your absence lay. VORAGINE. You are not happy, child. VOLUPSA. My loneliness Still weighs upon me, as on you the stress And hurry of the war. VORAGINE, How well divined : I spend my nights in battle, though my sword Hangs idly by my bed. That busy sleep ! While I am couched and feel my head indent 58 THE SERPENT PLA Y. act hi. The very pillow, I direct the steps Of my foregoing self into the fight, And move with it, recumbent though I be, Into the thick of battle. VOLUPSA. So with me: Upon my spirit hangs the lonely year ! VORAGINE. Has it been, then, so sad.? VOLUPSA. Both sad and smiling; Hope seasoned by its fruits that ripen not. But you are here. VORAGINE. Even mine is not the love That Coelis bears you ? VOLUPSA. Yes ; a brother's love ; Deeper than all : not more. VORAGINE. You have my heart. sc. IV. THE SERPENT FLA Y. 59 VOLUPSA. You have but half of mine ; The rest is torn to shreds. VORAGINE. Is he then cold ? VOLUPSA. Never ; the ways of men are not his ways : He deems that we should do the same on earth As if we were in heaven. VORAGINE. How could it be ? VOLUPSA. With him it is so, save that being here, A mortal, a lone wanderer, he seeks For the unseen like one who searched the world For some lost friend. VORAGINE. And he encounters nought VOLUPSA. Would it were so ; alas ! by day and night The shadowy Serpent lies upon his path ; Its threats almost unseat his faculties. Till comes the calm, when teems the unwhispering air With revelations of immortal song. 6o THE SERPENT PLAY. act in. VORAGINE. Can it be thus ? 'Twere supernatural ! VOLUPSA. So is it to his sense. VORAGINE. The mood will change. When I take Vivia's hand yours must he claim, Love spreads with such infection ; they who fly Are the first overtaken by its plague. A single wedding is the fruitful core Of countless marriage feasts. VOLUPSA. 'Twill need no veil To hide my blushes that can never bloom Before an altar. All my thoughts to his Prove adverse ; my poor love cannot fulfil The wealth of his affection, though its flame Will not go out, but, like a servile lamp. Burn by his side in solitude. sc. V. THE SERPENT PLAY. 6i Scene V. — The Castle of Calis. CcELis, alone. CCELIS. O dream that comes to pass when infant truth Quickens within the vision ! So is born Divinity to this love-founded world ! It have I sought through crj'stal depths that lie In woman's heart, but not before have found Her mirror open, till this very hour Alljs revealed, through her, my holy bride ! The darkness left me when my welcomed eyes Entered Volupsa's with that sister's joy Beaming upon them ! How a sister's love Thus at a brother's kindled, sets at nought All passion ! On a long-lost heaven beyond. Through the wide-open window of her soul My eyes have gazed, and taught me to forego The one too fond desire that dissipates The ecstasy of being. O beloved ! How should I touch thy lips, how bruise the bloom That lies upon them, tender as a dew On the dimmed ruby I Like the violet Kissing the stream, so shall thy lips, that blood Of grapes has never stained, be left to sip Heaven's nectar ; while henceforward I invoke Thy sister-love, pure, and unchangeable, From infant days to age. Belovfed one. Ideal sister ! be our bridal vows 62 THE SERPENT PLA Y. act hi. In bonds held chaste for yet a little while : What I now feel draws our hereafter near. CCELIS, VORAGINE, ViVIA, VOLUPSA. (VoLUPSA a7id. ViviA.) VOLUPSA. My own red Rose ! VIVIA. My Lily of the Vale ! VOLUPSA. Your cheeks, how blooming ! VIVIA. Yours, why are they pale ? (CCELIS, VOLUPSA.) CCELIS. See you yon shadow from the mountain steeps That swiftly o'er the primrose-valley sweeps ? VOLUPSA. It seemed to rush away between The hanging- rocks, and to be no more seen. sc. V. THE SERPENT FLA Y. 63 CCELIS. So is it with us here ; could we remain, Or find, at once, the ever-shining plain, Life would be real ; that which has its close Begins not: all is but a mocking flight, Before and after swallowed up in night Whence like a flitting shadow it arose. (VORAGINE, ViVIA.) VORAGINE. Yes, long the land 'neath war's hard grasp has chafed. But, like your smiles, is peace to me vouchsafed; — And now my thoughts on better days are set : A soldier's utmost need is to forget. (CCELIS, VOLUPSA.) COELIS. So vanishes all love if, soul to soul. It be not graved on the eternal roll. There be our plight and heaven emblazon it ! VOLUPSA. There has my love this many a day been writ. 64 THE SERPENT FLA V. act hi. (VORAGINE, ViVIA.) VORAGINE. Yet is life long ; though spent with you 'twould run Swift to the end, as though 'twere just begun. VIVIA. That were too fast, if 'twere for me to choose. VORAGINE. Then let us not the passing moment lose ! (CCELIS, VOLUPSA.) CCELIS. Can you then love me for the after-time, That singly, yet as one, our souls may climb To times immortal ; only there to blend In that existence which shall never end ? It will surpass this world ! VOLUPSA. I do so now ; To me this life has long been only vain. Yet does my lasting love for you remain. CCELIS. Tliose holy words indite our final vow ! sc.v. THE SERPENT PLAY. 65 (VORAGINE, ViVIA.) VORAGINE. Yes, you are young : the younger be my heart, That it may cling to yours till death us part. VIVIA, Let me die first ; it is but once we die. VORAGINE. No, you must keep alive my memory ! (CCELIS, VOLUPSA.) CCELIS. Will you, Volupsa, at your parting breatn Think of our vow, that when we conquer death We shall arise as one ? VOLUPSA. Then, what has brought A love so deep across your dubious thought ? Am not I constant, when one only prayer Leaves my sad heart for Heaven ; that you may love me there ? 66 THE SERPENT FLA Y. act iv. ACT IV. Scene I. — The Banquet-room in the Castle of Ccelis. CCELIS, VORAGINE, VOLUPSA, ViVIA. Within those legend-bearing walls Whose age the world's great age recals, Two blushing maids with love elate By Voragine and Ccelis sate, All feasting there in high baronial state. The warrior now has doffed his crest ; No armature is on his breast ; He revels in his well-earned rest. A feast of love ! Some long-gone day Drawn back into the happy scene They tell of in such merry way That much seems left of what has been. Then startled, all have ceased to speak : Sounds of sweet music on them break. A Minstrel at the gate is singing, The harp rebounds, the wires are ringing As he, the deep-voiced Troubadour, Attunes them to the tale of war. sc. I. THE SERPENT PLAY. 67 What words he utters well he feels, And to the warrior his song appeals ! ' 'Twas at the meeting of the dead • The fallen bade our slaughters cease ; We mourned their blood that we had shed, We hailed the better day of peace, And now one boon we ask that Heaven Hath ever to the wretched given.' The words were few but many times O'er varying keys he spread the rhymes. The warrior was at Vivia's side :' She shed the tears that he must hide. Sad in the sorrow of the song ; While deep emotions in him throng At some awakened sense of wrong. For lands had he to deserts turned, And herdsmen slain, and many dwellings burned. Volupsa watches every thought The Minstrel's words o'er Ccelis brought. Thinking, in her silent woe, Her brother's love would from her turn To Vivia, and that Coelis yet might spurn The heart she gave him long ago. Now the Minstrel sings again, And in the same soul-searching strain. All hasten to the gateway fain to hear What they may lose not being there. 68 THE SERPENT PLAY. They gather on the parapet Where valleys dip and mountains rise Around a poet's paradise ; Where strangest deeds may happen yet. O Minstrel ! Canst thou prophesy ? Peace is to-day and war is of the past ! But curses every blessing underlie, And all things bend before a winter's blast. Scene II. — The Gate of Ccelis. CcELis, VoRAGiNE, VoLUPSA, ViviA, and Hayvs, as a Troubadour. ' Begin once more,' the warrior says : ' Not oft such music greets our ears ; Your song hath left this maid In tears.' With grateful looks the bard obeys. The warrior lists as through him rings The growing burden of the verses Which the grand Troubadour rehearses, And to the depths of anguish sings. The warrior knew his arms had spread Dismay where hosts but live to mourn the dead : The wife and child together slain ; The bride hair-dragged to slaughter, screaming ; Her prayer unheard, poured out in vain; Then her young blood in silence streaming. sc. II. THE SERPENT FLA V. 69 VORAGINE. What is your story, Minstrel ? HAYUS. I, alone, Am left of the true bards for ever gone, Of the old Troubadours descended, Whose days but not whose songs have ended. They rise up from the buried time. And story lives in monuments of rhyme. Men seldom now the minstrel hear ; Ghost-like he passes o'er his father's track And for a moment flashes back ; Ere long to wholly disappear. Crelis loves the Troubadour, So human were those deep-set eyes. That had a troubled look divinely pure ; And kindly thus unto his words replies : ' You can our hearts already read ; There seek your welcome ; speak your need : What is it brings you to the door ? ' HAYUS. I will be bold ; affairs of state Have brought me to this noble house ; Our cause I pray all present to espouse ! On this depends my country's fate. My father was a sacred bard Whose songs with filial reverence I guard ; 70 THE SERPENT PLAY. act iv. With him I roved the distant kingdoms through Rehearsing newer deeds than yet had flown O'er homes that to each other were unknown, And well the legend of this house he knew. My father taught me reverence for your name : From that high source my inspiration came ! The Serpent was the guardian of your race ; And they who braved his anger rued too soon The woes that once befel Laocoon ! And many shared that victim's throes ; Not sadder than my own dear country's woes ! So as we spread your fame from place to place, Of you I ask a boon ; to spare Our land and take its people to your care. Myself the leader of a strolling band, Rare actors every one, and nigh at hand, I seek the favour first, not hard to grant, That we may act our play on yonder sward ; And if our effort please, be our reward That mercy wakens to our nobler want ! CCEUS. Tell us at once your full desire ; Willing are we to give it heed ; But first shall we your band of actors hire, Whatever else may be your pressing need. HAYUS. It is that Voragine, your chief, revoke The impost on our hungry soil : sen. THE SERPENT PLAY. 71 Conquest has left on us its bitter yoke, And few remain to sweat and toil. Humble are we, our people are subdued And seek to thrive in peace, the only lasting good. VORAGINE. The little that you ask shall be conceded, With all the spoils ; and more, if more be needed. ' Then are you not my country's foe,' The Minstrel said, and to the chief bowed low. ' Since that all hearts are in our favour stirred. Let me speak on; speak of your sires whose dust Here sleeps; of whom are many marvels heard : And who to legends listens in mistrust ? My fathers to your fathers oft have sung The weird traditions, true though symbolized. That to this house for centuries have clung. Above all wealth are they, above all honours prized ! They bear us back into the infant times. Of virgin lands on earth, and early climes. Whence men derived their origin obscure ; Who since into the forest-world have spread With the traditions of their dead, Which to these latest days endure. In a dark hour the whisperer of death Approached their mother with his glozing breath : Well they remembered all that mother told As she wept o'er her Paradise of old.' 72 THE SERPENT PLAY. act iv. The Troubadour's devoted eyes Rest on the prospect that beneath him lies ; Then the inviting heaven they slowly gauge To catch some well-timed thought of its high- teaching page. ' Yon Soul of AH,' he says, ' had striven To plan our being free of pain : She, the Wise-Worker, strove in vain. Not limitless her power. Change would arise and change was but Decay; The night would feed upon the day, The day the night devour. Despite her, Nature must the work rehearse. Else had She swept away this universe Whose charm alternates only with its curse. But love within her still prevailed. Though by the Serpent ceaselessly assailed, AVho, ever pressing on her rear, Poisons the love-born offerings of the year. The bloom of her all-fruitful being She sheds even to the future's farthest date ; Throughout all time the day foreseeing When man should lose no more his soul's estate. Hard was the struggle for our race ; The fierceness of the tiger was its base, But reason had a growth self-lifting Above the common nature of mankind : Through storms within, through trials drifting. Still the good and evil sifting. While loftier rose the wondrous mind. sc. II. THE SERPENT FLA V. 73 Oft-times it grew to godlike stature And won such conquests over nature As in eternal archives ever shine, And claim for it an origin divine. But, as in legend still is rife, The Serpent with the Soul of All at strife Was lord of death, ensconced in arm-like shape That clasped within its many circled coil The soul that would his will escape And balk him of his richest spoil. So speak the legends of old times, That come to us in their heart- clinging rhymes ; That every ear with sweetness sate, And, once caught up, none dare adulterate. All these traditions, nobly sung. To our great troubadours have clung : And those which breathe the fame and glory Of this high house rank first in ancient story. All who dwell here are of Laocoon's line, A kingly race, priests of a sun-god's shrine : But they had foes that never slept ; And from the sea two jealous serpents crept. Entwining sire and sons within their grasp. And still those suffering souls they seem to clasp. Who gazed, stood in their presence numb. The tongues of olden bards were stricken dumb ; But lives the record in that marble rock Which, thrilled with horror, trembled in the shock, And, scaling gave to sight the Serpent's skin And all the direful group that writhed within. 74 THE SERPENT PLAY. act iv. There stood the three in fiery anguish seething, The knotted Serpents sire and sons enwreathing.' The maidens hand in hand have met, With open mouths and brows firm set ; Yet eager and with fi-ighted stare They hsten, though the tale their senses scare. ' The serpents crept through every land, In one all-tempting purpose clanned : In forest stretched across firom bole to bole Waiting their prey, the wandering soul. Were they below the lofty branches slung, And there in emerald dyes and ruby lustre hung, Green where the summer boughs were green, Red where the tangled creepers tinged the autumnal scene. Then could I tell you, ne'er to be forgot. How the great lords, your sires, were led By the arch-serpent to this pleasant spot, Where o'er the gateway still he rears his head, The mystic symbol of a form That winds its will about the darting storm. But these old legends reach so high. They burn into the page of prophecy. Where none can loose the fiery letters. Bound and clasped in iron fetters, Till, on the dreaded day foredoomed, They burst in flame and are, with all, consumed. sc. III. THE SERPENT PLAY. 75 Scene III. — The Chamber of Volupsa. VoLUPSA, alotie. Though now the Minstrel's tones are hushed, His sweep of feeling is unstayed : The torrent from that bosom rushed, As there he trembled, self-dismayed. And poured his rage down every ear ; — Dire threats the spirit's channel tracking He held all listeners in fear. As in a fiery ring that burned Round all, while on themselves they turned. As with a serpent- sting their bosoms racking. And speedily Volupsa fled ; Her rest was in her brother's hall ; There her afflicted heart she read, Bodings of evil only to recal. She had the patient gift that dwells On thought as deeply as on deeds, And now her heart the meaning tells Of all that on its quiet feeds. She looks not forward only, but within Where ills that are to be so oft begin. Those records, now, that many deem The vapid verse of false tradition. Haunt her as some unusual dream That glares on her through bars of superstition. 76 THE SERPENT PLAY. act iv. What dare she think ? Is he indeed a bard, Whose songs so on her spirit jarred, Or but a man of mysteries ? Yet goodness glistened in his eyes ! What semblance sees she, be it dim, Between the wily Snake and him ? Doth one within the other lurk, That both such power o'er Coelis work. Trailing through bliss his phrenzied aspiration, While spirits tune some choral hymn. With stolen notes of seraphim, And hold his soul in fascination ? She dares not think and but pours forth a prayer, That God may take her to his care. 'O help of the helpless ! who ever art nigh; The Shepherd on whom in our need we rely. In whose light are the tears of the wretched made dry; Look down on this heart, thy poor suppliant behold ; For her sake the loved Lamb to thy bosom enfold !' sc. IV. THE SERPENT PLAY. 77 Scene IV. — Terrace at the Gate of Ccelis. VORAGINE, ViVIA. Vivia as one benumbed was lost in awe, When Voragine her terror saw : He said that legends well he loved, But not a soldier it behoved To put his trust in what a minstrel sings ; That faith with him was but in passing things. Coelis and the Troubadour Pass down the slope, the valley to explore, Where they may commune on the play, And fix the morrow for the gala-day. Vivia not long remains in dread While her fond hand the warrior keeps In his, as if already wed ; And there it softly rests as when she sleeps. VORAGINE Will not you, sweetest, kindly muse On my last words? this were not life Should you my loving heart refuse ! VIVIA. But I am young to be a wife ! 78 THE SERFENT PL A Y. act iv. VORAGINE. Not young the bridal veil to wear ! I feel that you are brave and kind ; Then something crosses o'er my mind And makes me pant with sudden fear. VORAGINE. Yes, you are young, but were you older Your timid heart would not be bolder. VIVIA. I have so many things to learn ; At school we only write and read : It will take long my mind to turn To all a soldier's wife must need. VORAGINE. ■All he can ask for, you possess ; A gentle heart, a ready thought : What gifts a soldier's Hfe to bless ! The rest is all by instinct caught. Dear Cousin, you will wait at least Till she knows household duties better ? sc. IV. THE SERPENT PLA Y. 79 Suppose that you proclaimed a feast, Then what confusion would beset her ! When the splendid guests assemble About you, and your praises sound, Her cheeks would burn, her feet would tremble As she were sinking through the ground. VORAGINE. Not when a diamond shower has clung In radiant drops about her neck, " And pearls as thick as hailstones flung Upon her hair her head shall deck ? VIVIA. Easy it is for you to bask In glory, won by you in fight : It is for me a trying task To lift my eyelids in your light. VORAGINE. Yet when you risk those swaying eyes And turn their look of love on me, A voice within my heart replies. Such bliss on earth can never be ! VIVIA. Am I so loved ? or am I made The philtre but to work the spell. THE SERPENT PLAY. act iv. The charm soon gone, when I must fade Into a child, a graceless girl ! VORAGINE. The gifts and honours that the throne Confers, may every soldier know : Your heart is one, the only one, No monarch can on him bestow. VIVIA. Once did I care to see you great Till love for you has turned my head ; But we another year must wait ; You know that I am young to wed ! VORAGINE. You soon to woman's prime will reach, Even as the bud its growth extends ; You then will ask witli bolder speech When this long term of spring-tide ends. VIVIA. Tell it to no one for a year ! Our friends would laugh though I should weep 'Twere long their raillery to bear : It is a secret you can keep ? sc V, THE SERPENT FLA V. Si VORAGINE. You trust it to your faithful slave Who will your hourly wish obey : Who would not such a service crave Awaiting the propitious day ! Scene V. — T/ie Paradise of CxUs. CCELIS, HaYUS. Along the plain, where seem to grow Tree-shadows, feeding on the grass below, Ccelis and Hayus wander, brooding still O'er serpent-myths and man's mysterious will. The floods are gone, the brooks are shallow ; Fields of lilies white and yellow. That blossomed on the waters' surf. Have dropped their refuse on the turf. Spring presses upwards through the grass That now by sprouting blades is thickened ; Crisp stems a wealth of flowers amass 'Mid drooping leaves by winter sickened. ' Here,' then said Coelis, ' act your pleasant play, And let the morrow be a gala-day.' HAYUS. It shall be such a day as few Can through a life-time see again. G 82 THE SERPENT PL A Y. act iv. It shall the pastoral times renew When shepherds ruled as rich a plain. CCELIS. Volupsa loved a pastoral : May this her early joys recal. Then Vivia it must needs enrapture : When her young eyes with pleasure glow They might a hundred lovers capture. HAYUS. The villagers, — CCELIS. Let all attend the show. A pastoral is the prelude, then, What follows ? IJAYUS. Rustic games, v/hen armfed men Come stealthily as fain to join Our feast, but would our flocks purloin ; And while they drive away the cattle Sound their bugles as for battle. Our shepherds with their crooks pursue ; Brief is the struggle, made in vain ; That day not many do recal ; for few Escape and many a maid and youth is slain. CCELIS. How ends the play ? sc. V. THE SERPENT PLA V. 83 HAYUS. All for the best, Though still borne on by passion, deep and strong. I cannot now describe the rest ; — All nobly meet the cruel wrong. Strange seems this answer when you deign to ask A player how shall end his mimic task ; But ever has it been our fashion To yield the climax up to human passion. Our actors are so gifted that a plot. Against the impulse of the hour, would fail. And, as the fury raged, would be forgot : For genius must o'er all our acts prevail. How true to nature this ! In many wars Have served the thoughtful troubadours, To find in battle's mighty crash No soldier waits the last command : Swift inspirations o'er him flash. And lift his arm and guide his hand. So is it with our mimic play : How that may end can no man say. When once our actors realize their part The living impulse, only, rules o'er art. And in their conflicts, soul to Soul, The first strong act moves onward through the whole. And well is the spectator pleased : To guess the plot in vain he tries : His wonder never is appeased Till comes the starding end in all its grand surprise^ G 2 ; THE SERPENT FLA V. act iv. And now the heart of Hayus torn By secret pangs beyond itself is borne Into new anguish, stricken at the thought That on a friend must vengeance soon be wrought Too soon for penitence, too late ; It cannot bargain 'gainst the rush of fate. They part, the avenger in the valley stays Watching, unseen, with ever-deepening gaze The youth who now ascends the steep and prays. Scene VI. — Hill-side in the. Faradiie of Ccelis. CcELlS, alone. ' On thy darkness, O Sun ! fell the Deity's gaze And his true image stayed evermore on thy face, The Soul of thy seasons, the warmth and the 1 ght, To rule this new world that had hung in thy night. It summoned the forests to feed on its rays : The flowers it revealed that new-parcelled its blaze Into yellow thy first, into red thy last hue, Into heaven's holy curtain the fathomless blue. O proud Sun ! how thou boldest the virtue divine That self-shining was left o'er thy empire to shine ! 'Twas the first day of thought ; but ere eyes had discerned 'Twas not He in thine orb, but His likeness that burned, — sc. VI. THE SERPENT PLA Y. 85 His glance but the fire-stroke that set thee ablaze, — We adored thee ; to godhead impervious the rays, That had called up our souls from the passionless night Soon to learn in their wonder thy might was His might. We prayed to the forests those beam-germs had sown, To the Serpent around the huge trunks that had grown And who guarded the trees wherein wisdom was hidden : We asked how they spread, how their leaves were secured ; How their flowers and their fruits to the earth were assured, Though to man's infant soul was such knowledge forbidden. As His fire when he gazed on thee filled thee with fire So His likeness sustains our one hope, our desire. We seek it in Her who still lives in that glance ; Towards Her, its effulgence, our spirits advance ; We seek it in Her to whom rapture belongs : Who thought after thought the universe throngs. He is gone ; on His way grow the infinite spheres, And again, save afar, no more he appears, Ever spreading his glory.' Now the shallow twilight closes, And the Soul-seeker, lone, ascends His mountain slope where he reposes Watching the sunset till it ends. 5 THE SERPENT PL A Y. act iv. Wild colours seeming to have flashed about And rested flaming, never dying out, Are piled in heaps discordant and sublime, The wrecks of day hurled on the molten spires And burning slow, like mortuary fires ; The yellow floods their reddened rocks o'erflowing, The orb 'mid wasted embers glowing, And purple storms behind it blowing A chaos down the gulph of time. CCELIS. ' Spirit of all ! My dark winter revive With thy touch, and restore it to beautiful spring ! To Thee, to thy love, a soul-offering I bring That where thou inhabitest only can live.' The last rays melt on the hill-side, And in them he is glorified. The white fruit-flowers absorb their hue As they dissolve to rosy blue. All in their holy incense dyeing, While he impurpled on the slope is lying. The Troubadour alone within the vale Still watches the Soul-seeker on the height Changing with nature ; pale when she is pale, Then in her many tints celestial bright. He sees and lifts his arms up high in air. His face turned skyward as he muttereth The secret words of an intense despair That lies beyond the common pale of deatL sc. I. THE SERPENT PLAY. 87 ACT V. Scene I. — In the Paradise of Ccelis. Actors, Spectators. Sunrise, the constant friend, that ever kept The appointed time, shone on the Gala-day, And ere the troop set forth its Serpent Play, The chilly dews from the arena swept. So, early, with the heavenly Riser, move The Minstrel and his Actors on a stage Where flocks and kine already rove ; Sent there by Coelis for the lordly sage, Who with a soul deep-versed in strategy Can see beyond where eyes can see. While looking round the chosen plain. It is his part to improvise. Where the mock-village is to stand And streets and temples shall arise ; Where shall rush in the hostile band Amid the games and with the slain Cover the earth, while mourners rave For vengeance or a common grave. 8 THE SERPENT FLA Y. act v. Now the sight- seekers round him gather With faces smiling at the weather : A warm spring-morn, as all foretold. The maids are smart in blue and red Interlaced with golden thread, Set off with antique ornaments of gold. The footmen bring out oaken benches, A stately butler in their track ; The handmaids follow, heedless of the clack. With crimson cushions on their back ; Jeered at by stable-boys and country wenches. The peasants still arrive in swarms That stream in from the distant farms. With yeomen in their Sunday tunics dressed : A gala-day their day of rest. Now harlequins begin to nail From tree to tree a painted sail. When houses flutter to and fro Daubed on the canvas ; then expands A village o'er the vacant lands, And soon so real becomes the show It seems the work of fair)' hands. And where the actors by the score Are chaffering maids fast knitting at their door. It seems their native home, so true Stands out the village in the distant view. Now Voragine with his elected bride Vivia, so rosy-cheeked and fair ; Volupsa leaning at his side, Descends the castle slope as down a stair, sc. I. THE SERPENT FLA V. 89 So serpentine and steep of flight That thrice they vanish and come back in sight. Then fifers pierce the lazy ears But wake a spirit deeper lying, While drummers shake the heart with fears, And trumpeters their skill are plying. At every step full-welcome greets The chief and maidens, kindly proud, And serious grows the merry crowd That bows them to their cushioned seats. All is prepared, a nation seems to rise Where woods and pastures only yesterday Between the sunrise and the sunset lay : A lone Soul-seeker's Paradise ! The Serpent's haunt, and yet a place of musing Where brook and ferns had learned to speak ; But not all their silence losing ; Their tongues but known to those who secrets seek. In chatty groups of three or four That seem of chance^ the actors wait A signal from the Troubadour, But, in dumb show, look busied in debate. Two-huntsmen, then, their shoulders laden, A. deer between them forward bear. And -rudely hustle swain and maiden Who laugh to see the promised fare. They carry to the front the noble beast, Now pointing to its antlers, now its haunches, 90 THE SERPENT FLA V. act v. And short of breath speak of the coming feast, While each beholder into rapture launches. There the antlered beauty lies, As 'twere for some high sacrifice, Its weeping nostrils like a breath That sighed out pity for its death. The tender Vivia feels regret, Though with her eyes upon the creature set She longs to have her absent brother near, Himself to see that lordly forest deer : ' O that his bride and he may yet appear ! ' The Troubadour now gives the sign His finger lifting with a scowl malign. The music answers, and the idlers flow Into their ranks, then in a double row With easy paces caper to and fro. Some pass the bottle while they dance. The outpoured laughter to enhance ; Elsewhere village games succeed : Some hurl the quoit, some run to fetch The bounding ball they cannot catch ; Some race in pairs the noble steed. But why this sudden change o'er Voragine Who only scans the painted scene? His prowess pales, he meets his hour, Divested of his earthly power ! That scene is but the valley that he smote, Come to accuse him from its wilds remote, sc. II. THE SERFEJS/T FLAY. Yes, he had seen it all before, And now he knows the Troubadour ! Before his eyes what treachery is bared ! All flashes on him in a deadly throe, Himself and all his kindred snared. And at the mercy of a wily foe. How had he let escape the day When the proud Minstrel at his mercy lay ! But love is blinding and too fast The hour of safety from him passed ! They smile at passion who would meditate How to avert the sluggish tide of fate ! 91 Scene II. — On the Mount in the Paradise of Ccelis. CcELis ; Actors, Spectators, below. To his hill-slope again at break of day Was Ccelis summoned to fulfil Within his own some stronger will That like the weight of love upon him lay. He dared not mingle in a feast That was to mock man's pitying thought For sorrows that had ceased, Though on the stage once more to memory brought. Nature, so radiant, gives not back the groan And lends no sanction to its stern rehearsal j Though sympathising millions hear the moan. What once has been has no reversal. 92 THE SERPENT PLAY. act v. The swelling mom, the living breath, That all within the clear expanse inhale, Down from the tumbling mountains to the vale. These call not back the bitterness of death. CCELIS. ' O Psyche, the saviour, in whom we inherit The gifts of an all-loving, plenteous Spirit, \\'ho onward for ever thy dream dost pursue ; Our hope, as we follow, in whom we renew ; In thy passion immersed all things glow around me ; On pinions uplifted in bhss thou hast bound me ; Steeped in thy light, in thy holy emotion, I drain thy last philtre, the life-giving potion.' So rapt, he glances o'er the fields : The dense spectators, the fast-swelling train Have there no meaning, though his eyes They vex, and are to him as reveries That buzz outside the archway of the brain. There, little earnest, maid and swain The lover's antics rudely feign, And care not who rejects or yields. There they act their courtship dances ; Near and nearer each advances ; Swift the music, swift the pace : So in pairs the lovers drift. Till all the youths at length uplift Their arms and ask a maid's embrace. sc. 11. THE SERPENT FLA Y. 93 It was but a re-acted scene ; But how it smites on Voragine, When winds the bugle's call defiant From the lung-clangour of a giant, And echoes through far-reaching alleys : The Serpent's track into the hostile valleys ! Those slaughter-sounds, — how like his own Even to the last high-bounding thrill. That seemed to summon to his former will His troops, that dire defeat had never known ! But where was now the army he had led ! Not near to serve him in his narrow strait: His enemies are now within the gate, And he their country's blood has shed. As thus he muses, troops o'er-stride These scenes of peace, these pastures wide ; They issue from the wooded lands To where the flowery vale expands, And through the dancers spread confusion, Who act so well their clamourous fear It needs must be that death is near ; The mutual fury crushing all illusion. Are these the troops of Voragine Clad as were his, and his Cross-banner flying ? 'Tis but in mockery of a former scene ! The women to the soldiers cling, And for defence their arms about them fling, But soon in that embrace are dying. 94 THE SERPENT FLA Y. act v. Torch-bearers set the painted scene ablaze, The pine-trees crackle in the conflagration: The awed spectators rise and in amaze Shout out : 'Tis an invading nation ! The Warrior, his sister and his bride Sit pale; they must the end abide. The troops drive off the frighted cattle. As lawful spoil of victors after battle. The shepherds gather up their dead And kiss them with hot lips, revenge imbibing. Then the fresh turf upon the bodies spread. No home is left, but earth that welters In the warm blood, the pile accepts and shelters. This done around the slaughtered crowd the living And on their spades a fervid oath inscribing, They brandish them with gestures unforgiving. And where is Coelis in that hour ? The clang Of myriad heart-throbs fills him with a pang Of suffering for all; but panic-held He waits as by a higher power compelled. He can interpret all he now beholds ; He sees one fate his family enfolds ; Sees that before that bugle blew, Or Voragine gave challenge throat to throat, Those slaughter-sounds the welkin smote, And that the fields of doom that battle knew, Fought by the present foes in shadowy fight ; Rehearsed throughout all time ere they beheld the light. sc. III. THE SERPENT PLAY. 95 Scene III. — A Tent in the Paradise of Ccelis. Actors, Spectators. And yet 'twas this the Troubadour foresaid: In rustic games and strife the hours had sped. The second scene begins ; in council spent, With purpose hidden, deep, uncertain, Even when the players lift the curtain. There have they pitched a lofty tent That rises like an alpine height And hides the battle-field from sight, By flames made doubly desolate. While glows the canvas snowy white. O'er it the Serpent-banner soars In honour of so great a holiday, And those of safety reassures Who deemed the battle scarce a play. And there the peasant-senators debate. Hayus within the open tent is seen Now as a mitred priest of stately mien. In purple vestment ; and he bears In his right hand a cross of gold, And at his side a poignard wears Concealed within his garment's fold. Outside the tent, meantime, the huntsmen stood Grasping the knives still dyed in harmless blood. 96 THE SERPENT PLA Y. act v. Fierce, motionless, without a breath, They kept their eyes intent on Voragine And his afflicted maiden kin; ^Vith looks that threatened death for death. Then, cried the Priest with voice that smote The towers and echoing walls remote, — ' Here the dumb speak, again the murdered feel, While sufferers to sufferers appeal ! ' Then he looked round on many faces Whereon erewhile was not a care ; That now are masked in madness and despair. HAYUS. Who shall our peace and love restore ! The sire is buried in his field That shall no harvest to his children yield, That he shall sow and reap no more. Let it lie waste, and be a grave Ye hearts that sorrow and for vengeance crave ! Afresh the huntsmen grasp their knives And lift them flashing ! The keen blades Are aimed no more at harmless lives. ' Ye antlered Stags ! ^\'e only chafe To reach his heart who slew our wives ! Graze on, well-watered be your glades ! Peace be with you ; ah ! you are safe.' The Priest lifts up his head once more. As of a drowning man remote from shore, sc. III. THE SERPENT PLAY. 97 And cries, 'Youths, stand you there with brows indented ? Can you ever love again Who saw your first betrothed ones slain ; Is the dark outrage unresented ? ' Nigh him a mournful woman stoops : And as he points the more she droops. He sees her fidget at her breast ; ' There,' cries he, ' did her slaughtered baby rest ! ' She starts, she feels it to her cleave, And its last breath against her bosom heave. ' O my lost people ! ' cries the Troubadour, ' Revenge is not all balm; let us implore His solace whom we all adore. Almighty One, Lift our hearts gently to thy throne ! ' These words the Troubadour strains forth, All kneel, all eyes on Heaven are bent ; All anger is subdued, all wrath ; Upraised and calm is every face, And vanishes the boundless space Between them and the firmament. HAYUS. ' Supremest Lord, High on thy olive-branch hang up the sword, And these dead hearts inspire : To know thy will is now their one desire ! H 98 THE SERPENT PLAY. act v. As suns in-breathed thy will when first they burned, As stars in-breathed thy will when first they turned And rushed into the paths Thou didst vacate, To these dead hearts thy will bequeath Who now in outer anguish seethe, But thy commandments venerate.' Then knelt in prayer the Troubadour, But spoke no word, his hands together wringing. His arms, in his despair, up-flinging That seemed to lift the graves, and call On the Most High to witness all ! His eyes in this last pang he raises. Then flings his body in the dust. The multitude intensely gazes ; On them like a bhghling gust His anguish falls : the curtains are descending ; O'er the closed tent the Serpent-banner strides ! The second scene of this dread Play is ending ; And no applause the tragedy derides. sc. IV. THE SERPENT PLAY. 99 Scene IV.— The Tent in the Paradise of Ccelis ; and, mbvitig round the heights, a car bearing Pandolph and Beatrice. Actors, Spectators, Troops. In sudden haste starts back each flapping sail. ' Where are we ? ' asks the Minstrel, dazed and pale : ' No longer in His Presence who unrolled The Will Supreme ! ' He shivers in the cold, Slow to proceed and slow the fiat to unfold. ' No longer in the burning clime above Where we beheld the God of Love, As he revealed his mighty will ! ' And thus the Minstrel lingers still Like one death- stricken by an earthly chill, Although the sun o'er his encampment flame^ And closer draws his robes around. Trembling in ecstasy profound. ' Beloved, who for your parents mourn, Friends life-severed, wives from husbands torn, You have a Father ! His kind grace You found ; I see it shine in every face ; All base revenge has passed and left no trace. Were you all punished for your crimes Committed in the peaceful times, And was the visitation sent For your offences, bidding you repent ? 00 THE SERPENT PLAY. act v. Or has the wondrous verdict freed Your lives and no accuser come To brand you, or to justify the deed That to those ashes gave your home ? ' There still is silence, but resolve is there, That doth some awful purpose bear. The Warrior, calm, is yet aghast. And sits two trembling maids between, His present ever nearer to his past. HAYUS. I know your will ; it is His Will : I saw Unrolled the sentence of His law. 'Tis not revenge, the despicable crime ! For Heaven is high, her verdicts are sublime. She bids us with our dead to bury hate. Not on revenge our sorrow satiate ! Not vengeance? A stern Chorus thunders, ' No ! ' The huntsmen then in voices fierce and fell Cry out, ' This woman shall our verdict tell ; She smarts beneath the murderer's blow.' Held up, the woman staggers, sliding Before the priest as o'er a Serpent's path. She is the vessel of a stagnant wrath Which is the flood-time of its grief abiding. sc. IV. THE SERPENT FLA Y. She, once more childless, hides her face As if so deep a sorrow were disgrace. She like a dying- Pythoness appears : The pitying audience moans for her its fears. None hear her voice, she whispers low ; She shivers in tBe winter of her woe. The Priest supports her to the seats, And to the eager crowd repeats The few short words the woman said. ' Not in revenge Heaven lifts the rod ! ' Thrice from his mouth and ever louder, His voice more stern his bearing prouder. Thrice the verdict he delivers, And every heart there present quivers As when a text from Holy Writ A demon's soul in man has lit. While still is flaming in his eyes The wrath to come ! How shall it end ? Again his words as bolts descend : ' Not to avenge ! but, to chastise ! ' Thus as he cruelly lets fall The Word of God, it crushes all. They seem to see in their dismay An angry God among them at the play. Who brings with Him his judgment-day. HAYUS. Not to avenge, but to chastise ! They who an infant's strength despise, 02 THE SERPENT PLAY. act v. And on a woman's body trample, Our God elects for high example. The Chorus shrilly shouts : ' For ever ! ' HAYUS. Could they our peace of mind restore us We might forgive : this can they never : It is an hour of retribution And for their sin is no ablution. CHORUS. For ever blood must wash out blood ! The Priest less stem, in silence stood, His people mute ; again his eyes Fall on them ; every voice replies In shriller chorus : ' Blood for blood ! ' HAYUS. Then shall there be three signs from Heaven : Behold the first ! The Cross he raises. As soon as they perceive the signal given By bugle blast all ears are riven. That through the distant gorges winds And hill and vale in echoing tumult binds. When near the summons ceases to be heard, sc. IV. THE SERPENT FLA Y. 103 Afar, unto the utmost mazes The chill recesses of the gorge are stirred. The Warrior dreads, no eye can see What fearful vengeance is in store : Yet is it war's fair strategy, Though he shall shout of victory no more. Could he the dear loved woman save ! But how ? Fierce eyes their every movement follow. O anguish, must a common grave The innocent and guilty swallow ? He bids the maidens go ; they cannot rise, Their quivering limbs have not the power. Held in the terror of that hour ; And death seems glazing in their eyes. Back from the gorge a trumpet-note Is thrice repeated, then with sound Of heavy tramp, confused and loud, As when deep thunders crush the ground, The dust advancing cloud on cloud, All ears as by their destiny are smote. A troop of horsemen clad for fight With sabres drawn bursts into sight, And vultures startled at the bugle-shock. Flap their disordered wings, and from their rock Scale with stretched necks the skyey hollow, And o'er the ill-fated fields the troopers follow. Between the arena and the hills That savage band the narrow passage fills ; A panic spreads, by many ways I04 THE SERPENT PLAY. act v. To make escape the crowd essays, But all who fly the flashing steel dismays. Now are there screams and woman's wails, Terror in every face prevails. No blow is struck, no threat is spoken ; Each horseman falls into his place, And thus in line those troops the people face, Encircling all in ranks unbroken. Their banner-bearers on white chargers seated Display the fluttering Serpent to the crowd, Its blood-red coils, its movements proud. Now in the troubled ether shaking. Now over all in frightful billows breaking. Hopeless, then whispers Voragine To Vivia : ' Is tliere aught that you have seen ? ' She answers, ' Pandolph and his Beatrice.' VORAGINE. They move along the heights ; they pause ; and now Dismayed they look upon us from the mountain- brow. They move again, towards Coelis winds their car, As they gaze on us still. VIVIA. Let it suffice That they are safe. sc. V. THE SERPENT PLA Y. 105 VORAGINE. They yet may bring us aid ; K not, their coming has been well delayed. They vanish now. VIVIA. They reappear ; they are With Coelis on his mount ; and now their car Wheels swiftly forward from the danger gone, And Coelis, watching us, is there alone. Scene V. — The Paradise of Ccelis. Actors, Spectators, Troops, and the Serpent Kausis. The stage into a nation grows ; The actors swell into avenging foes. With sadder look the Troubadour Advances towards the people, hushed. While he upUfts the Cross once more ; So drops away their fitful roar Like falling waves upon the boulders crushed. Till it befal to learn their fates The panting crowd his voice awaits : Some deem that out of such a multitude They may themselves the crush elude, io6 THE SERPENT PLAY. act. v. While some are smarting and have swooned Ere they have dropped beneath a sabre's wound. HAVUS. ' Hear, Voragine ! When thou didst lead Thy arms against us, what was our offence ? Then be the ending of thy deed A terror for all coming time ; And be the sentence passed upon thy crime Worse than the pangs of life -long penitence. I curse thee through the Power above Whose dearest work thou didst efface ; I curse thee through his utmost love Who suffered death to spare the human race ! I curse thy kindred and thy bride, And a'l who shared in thee a hero's pride ! Our fate we fe^l ; be thine as hard a fate And like our homes these homes be desolate ! The dogs of war to thee return. Let loose upon us in that cruel fray ; Again with thirst of blood they burn On this their second festal day. So endeth this long-memorable Play ! ' He lifts the Cioss a third time, at whose flash He turns his face, then out of sight retires. But in departing hears the armour's crash. The watchful troops had caught the sign And in their bosoms wrath divine The rage of vengeance fires. sc V. THE SERPENT PLAY. 107 The horsemen in their fury leap At helpless crowds and o'er their bodies sweep, Sabreing alike the old and young. The people to and fro are driven, Shrieking for pity never given By those who trample down the astonished throng. Some towards the open gates are rushing To but encounter sights more dire : The Serpent Kausis guards the gates. And there his maddened prey awaits, Rolling o'er them his eyes of fire ; Their bodies in an instant crushing. When eyes no longer upward gaze, Fresh dimmed by death, like fiery snakes outburst Red flames upon the height accursed, Swift coils of fire the castle racking, Like bones its oaken rafters cracking. Till every house was fuel in the blaze, That like a sea to the far valley spread Where Hayus lay, self-smitten, with the dead. io8 THE SERPENT PLAY. act v. Scene VI. — The Hill-side in the Paradise of Ccelis. CcELis, Psyche. 'Neath the mid-torment of soul-rending wails CceUs looks down upon the mortal fray : Then doth he know the Serpent Play O'er all things great on earth prevails. He sees, he shudders, thought is as a fire Struggling to burn in ice, that numbs all pain, And only leaves a phantom of desire To call on Psyche now his soul is slain. He drops as one by death infected Whose stabs he saw on his loved kindred fall. And is content to die with all If to the common lot by fate elected. Like a cleft elm that screams in falling, For help on outraged nature calling. He 'neath the crushing vengeance bends, And, with a bitter cry, his struggle ends. So stunned, the Serpent seems to wind About him and his body bind ; Closing upon his limbs that break Like saplings which the winter winds o'ertake, But know no torture while they crack In the all-sundering rack. But he was not to die alone. For he had found the holy being ; Through his clear soul the Soul of All foreseeing. sc. VI. THE SERPENT PLAY. 109 Prostrate, even Her he cannot seek, Yet 'tis her voice, leading a melody That covers, as with flowers, the blessed who die. He feels again ; he hears her speak : The Spirit of death-conquering Spring, In bridal beauty She is nigh ; And from his vision all past things have gone. 'Tis hope no more ; with loving eyes Doth She the one elixir bring ; He tastes it, and he lives the while he dies. O Death ! is this thy sting ? Where beams in circling courses trace The climate of the skies. And unto Psyche's holy place The happy souls arise. Do loving voices still repeat Their music round her blessed seat. The spirits who in watchings long This future did behold, She calls up from the mortal throng And leads them to her fold. On their soul's lyre her fingers play The bliss of everlasting day. And now the mid-air choirs outpour The anthem of an Evermore : lo THE SERPENT PLAY. act v. ' Only the good awake And gather to the chambers of the Blest ! Arise ye holy and partake The soul's high gift ; once known for aye possessed ! Only the pure arise ! Only the wicked stay below at rest, Self-exiled from the skies, Forgetful as the ground-mist that beneath Feedeth the worms' cold breath. High souls death's rusty fetters break. To the new life awake, And gather to the chambers of the Blest ! ' What senses now from earthly senses surge ! His soul creates ; from him all things emerge. He thinks of Psyche ; her encircling streams Of pointing light strike to the shaded skies ; He thinks of his Volupsa ; the same beams Pass through her as he gazes in her eyes Which steeped in human love before him shine, Their sympathy the speech of intercourse divine. The heavens are measureless, the dead are free ; With their brief day on earth their sorrows cease. O Grave, this is thy victory ; O Soui, this is thy peace ! 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