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He stops before one who sits leaning against a statue^ and lays his hand on his shoulder. First Awake ! Second Springing to his feet What cursed fool is this ! You here ! First Hast seen her ? Second It is over. First Over ? — How ? What? Quick ! I 'm but just come. Second From Joppa? 4 First Yes. How over? Second She 's condemned. First Condemned ? Condemned ? My God ! The tale 's true then ! Second True as the judgment 's just. I saw her face As she swept by us in the Hall. By God A queen First How looked she ? Did she bend Before the storm ? Was she all white — afraid ? Second Not that — I think. White — yes, white ; But there was firmness in her step, she might have been An emperor's concubine. Not as she was, a First Stop! Second Laughing Ah, well, you knew her, {mockingly^ and you know they say First Impatiently The prison ? Second Looking at him curiously Heads of Caesar have their weight. Don't be a fool, I warn you. She *s not worth it. 11. A prison in Jerusalem, A woman by a grated window overlooking a portion of the city. Sounds of singing and laughter from a neigh- boring house. She Listening I know them. I could name them one by one. (A young man enters) And so you come at last ! I looked for you, Even in the Court. Half hoped you might be there ; But yet, I might have known He You surely knew My leaving. Down in Joppa word creeps slow. God knows I hastened. All has come so fast, I scarce had time to mount and rush away, When the burnt Arab devil laughed the news. I never stayed to smite him on the mouth. Fearing to be made certain She You have heard ? He All. All. No doubt, full balancing of lies, Were the tale thinned. What matter though, the fact Is that he 's dead, and you She I killed the fool In a mad moment. I was drunk. The wine Hot, swelled my hatred of him as the sun Swells rotten bodies on the desert sands. Even now — but what of it. You come to me, You, who have loved me so — you, who forgave All to me — all. And now ! — and now ! — Too late! He It is the same. She Too late. . . . The Roman? He No. lO She So much the better. It is ended then. Why did you come to me ? He I scarcely know. Perhaps I hoped some mercy in the man. We helped him once. But e*er I came 't was done. She After a pause ^ aside He sits there with bent head nor speaks nor moves. The only one of all to come to me. 'T is something. (She goes to him and gently takes his hand) II Ah, your hands are burning hot ! Poor boy. (Returns to grating) The moon makes all things clear as day. (To him) Dost hear the singing? Hark! Hark now ! He Motionless I hear. She I should be there to lead them on. Think you They miss me? . . . Answer, boy. Why, hours ago I was their leader. Think you all so soon They have forgotten me ? He I do not know. 12 A loudf startling burst of laughter^ in which she suddenly joins recklessly and wildly^ holding by the bars. He shudders, and, rising, goes softly across and puts his arms about her. She starts and faces him. Their eyes meet. Peace, dear. She Aside This boy's love *s wonderful. So great a love might have saved even me. ( To him suddenly) To-night *s the last. Shall it be one of love ? Look — I am yours. You shall remember me. Shall say that ^* of all women I have known Was not one like her.** In your wife's own arms When you shall have her, shall come thought of me. 13 (Throws her mantle aside and seats herself beside him) See, I am yours ! He Rising suddenly and pacing up and down Not that ! Not that ! Ah, dear, This night will end, and you will leave me. Dear, Leave me some precious memory. Oh, my soul. The past falls from you as a filthy robe — I see you only as you are. Oh, God ! I fled away by night to reach the Roman. She Mercy from him ! Why, I was his 14 He Hush, dear, Wrap this about you. I had hoped — but no. He feared some trick. Beside me — here, be- side me. She At your feet — so ? He Beside me, dearest — here. Talk to me. Tell me something of yourself — your past. Oh God ! — tell me of anything but now. She About the past ? — my past ? T is like one day All overcast and dark and deep in storm 15 With white-hot, zig-zag flashes lighting it. Ah, dear, my wretched, burning life lies drunk — Drunk *mid the debris of a hundred bowls Filled and a-quiver, once with laughing love — Drained at a draught. He Nay, love — not that — not that. She To the beginning ? That was years ago. Nay, not so many. Hot, mad, crawling years. God ! It was he ! That face ! I could not help it. Why, I can feel the night — you think me mad ! You think to-morrow touches me ? Poor boy ! fA pause. Suddenly to him) Think of a little garden by a pool, i6 Where the moon slept, and distant river things Sent flying ripples breaking in the ooze. A dark, cool night after a day of fire. Far off a wolf breaks out, and near at hand, Reeds shiver when some swift form pressed their roots. You Jews know nothing of that India Where I was born. You waste your lives to build Some sure wealth — some safe refuge for your- selves. Owners of things — not knowing ye are owned. My father was blind Nasha, and a prince. You look in wonder ? I have seen great kings Waiting his pleasure. He was called the Sage ; Men came from far to speak with him, and all He answered in the tongue their lips knew best. 2 17 Nasha — Blind Nasha — of all on this earth He loved me deepest — me the tiny thing Whose lips the nurse raised to him to be kissed Each morn — my earliest memory was this, And nurse's round-eyed awe at sight of him. Oh, the long hours, and days, and months, and years, That slid away, as soft sand from the feet, While in my garden by the rippling pool, I listened to my nurse's droning songs. And made her tell me tales of distant lands, And of my father ! One I loved to hear About him. How years gone, e'er I was born — Swift years had slipped away and I had grown Into a tall maid, lythe and slumbrous eyed — How he had gone into a distant land i8 Far to the West, and with him other two, Seeking some mystery — something then to come. I knew all afterwards. But then I knew Only the mystery of love that grew Into a heat that made my heart so dry That, at the spark, \ was tinder for the blaze That rose, as rushes up a forest fire. And then he came ! My father had grown old And weak, and now of days he often came, With slower steps into my little space. Sitting beside me silently. His eyes — Those dear blind eyes I loved to press and kiss — Fixed on the pool as though he still could seek From the dark depth some hidden mystery. And then he came ! 'T was on a burning night 19 Just ending. Dawn came creeping through the mist, And, all along, the Eastern sky ran fire, And sent out steaming, smoky, lurid clouds ; And afterwards an oval reeking sun Staggered, a hot-faced drunkard in the sky. Sleepily crawling from a night of lust. I still can paint my father on that day. I can recall his sudden, startled glance, The bent brows — the quick flash of sightless eyes. At the soft words. I scarce could see the face. Oh God ! — that face ! A slight youth — noth- ing more, Outlined against the red sky of the dawn. His head thrown back against the bloody sun, Hiding the features — a mere fragile boy Who whispered softly : '' Master, I have come.'" Alas ! Our hearts are but worn beds, where love Shall trickle first, then murmur, then fling down His torrent charged with fragments of wrecked souls. We know not when the course is first begun. Until, long after, memory recalls A drop's swift glisten at the set of sun, And a faint, distant murmur scarcely heard Amid the forest sounds of health and life. So I knew not that aught was changed — that life Ran not the same sweet course it ran before. Or was it tasteless it had been, for now The very air was burdened with new sense. Then I was married, and a year fled by. I left my father. It was all so new 21 And strange, and full of unexpected things That, at the first, I scarcely missed his hand. The kiss, the cool night's unexplained desires,. All things were swallowed in the new strange sense Of womanhood — of passion, the intense New yearnings deep within me satisfied. They told me that the youth whom I had seen Had staid beside my father many months. Talking and learning truth of him, for he. They said, was wisest of all wise of men, And highest. He, they said, had taught the youth Strange mysteries of life and thought and truth ; Re-incarnation and its wondrous strides Across the past ; the mystery of death, 22 And that supremest, so they said, of all : The mighty secret of the body's rise After cold Death had placed his silent hand. I listened to it all, but only smiled. Remembering the red sun at his back, And the long throbbing night before he came. Now whether *t was the fatal thing in me. Working its way, or whether my good star That led me, I know not, but one sweet day, When birds and trees and flowers were part of me, I begged to be let wander once again By the dear pool, and pass a score of days In the old places. I was not yet strong From my child's birth, and it was granted me. I came as one comes to a sacred place Where, yet, the sense of loving worship gives 23 Pure freedom. Every flower and tree and reed Bent swift acknowledgment of my return. And little startled living things crept out And peered a welcome at me ere they fled. I turned and he was there. My soul fled back, The throbbing fortress tottered traitorously. A soft mist flew before my eyes, and his Looked on me as upon transparency. I know not now the story of that day. Or of the days that filled each hour of it. Love burst upon me as a giant wind That swept back breath and filled me with itself, Burning me, freeing me, teaching me anew True meaning in the most minute of things. Three days from that I came to him at night. And crept beside him when he lay asleep. 24 His warm breath touched my cheek, I caught his arm About me — all my being surged to him, Seeking to bear expression of the pain My soul was suffering, by the single way That men had taught me. Then he half arose ; The starlight shone upon his face. I drew Back fearful. Yet I loved him. God ! I loved As woman never loved a man on earth. And in those few short moments while he spoke The words of mercy, that yet drove me on Into the living death, I loved him so My very soul ached with the pain of it. God knows I was not mad ! God made such love ! She rises and goes to the grating. He 25 follows^ and they stand looking out together. Dawn is breaking in the East, He The dawn is breaking. She Yes .... It IS the last* He Repeating abstractedly The last ! . . . And is there yet no more to tell? She Yes. There is more. Some you yourself can fill, Some others. I was soon beyond all trace, 26 And none had wish to follow. I was free To work my will. I threw myself on vice As starving dogs fall upon rotten flesh, I knew not there was stench ; I hungered so For something that might bear the shape of love. Passion from passion grew, and lust from lust^ Till all things took one way and I was dead, Long ere the Roman judged me for a crime, Itself but one more step in the long stair Down which I had been rushing leap by leap. (She leans silently against the grating for a while) I drifted to Jerusalem. Here I found Romans and natives ready with their gold 27 To tempt, they thought ! Tempt me who sought out sin For its own sake ! And here once more we met. Nay, *t was the last. I never strove again To tempt him. He was even stronger now Than when I saw him last. His eyes shone clear Command of self. The body fell from him— It almost seemed a soul that moved and spoke. And yet he had forgiven me, and said A word of consolation unto me Before them all, speaking with tenderness Of s/te that hath loved much, and her forgive- nesSy And yet one fatal day, at Golgotha, They crucified him with two common thieves. 28 LOVE GREW 1000 B.C. Mutter of kingdoms that fell ; Whisper of down-beaten creeds ; Dread of, and laughter at hell ; Sobs of an earth that bleeds ; Chaos, and man its destroyer, Gasping last throes of the Fight ; Dull morning light in crushed nations ; Ages with eyes toward the light. And Love — tJie piuiy thing — Lay with upturned eyes, Unseen the blue of the skies ^ Unheeded the sou7ids that iving. 29 A.D. Morning that slowly unfolds; Creatures of strained eyes that stare Dazed onto space, that holds Light — new soul of the air ; Sodden feet's hesitation ; Sighs and heart anguish out-hurled ; Sudden far voices of birds that twitter Over a blood-stained world. And ONE looked on Love and smiled; He took the tiny hand^ And the meaning of crosses that stand Reads only : Behold the Child ! 30 1000 A.D. Onward with surging tread, Myriad millions creep ; On to the broad light spread. Lo ! from the Dark's still Deep, Hands and a Mighty Few, Walling with turret and tower, Binding it — hiding anew. And dull bells clang of God's power. Deeper the eyes of youths Hotter the temples burn ; Church — the hag at the loom — Gilt-spangles the garment of Truth. 31 A.D. 2000. Sudden with lifted head, Gazing on day unscreened, Hands that were torn and bled Staining where walls intervened* Standing 'mid wreck of the Past — Rotten bastion and wall — Glorious Single-Soul hears at last Rattle of chains that fall. Struggling, gasping, ablaze, The white flesh burning the woof Love — Love that is Truth — Flashes to men from the haze. 32 DEUS Blind God doth creep and creep, Who, in the moving sea of human hearts, Might find a dim distorted image of himself. His deafened ears hear not ; His nostrils breathe not of the fumes that rise Up out of torn, crushed things. His lips taste not The dew of heavy prayers — they brush unfelt, Yet, touching, leave a damp upon his brow. He is but God, Dumb, chained, immortal, hopeless, hoping God. 3 33 OUT OF THE LAND OF SLEEP Out of the land of sleep there came A memory of Pain ; Out of the land of Life's broad wealth, Came Pain himself ; Out of the land of Is-to-be, Floateth a voice to me, And the voice doth whisper again, again : Pain — ever Pain. 34 HOPING All filled with soft gray mist — not yet the day Comes with its sea of brightness that will fling The dark from interlacing boughs that cling, Like fretwork, on the crystal river way. And all my windows filled with Autumn play ; With leaves like little hopes that toss and spring. Stiff, trembling, hoping still, yet soon to swing. Numb 'neath the mantle of the Winter's sway. Nor yet the day within, where one poor leaf Clung drooping, but has fluttered and is gone ; 35 One stray among the myriad million such. Yet I, who watched its deepening tone of grief, And hunger for the soft sun once that shone, Have drawn from Death strange knowledge of his touch. 36 LEARNED I HAVE crept up to see — Hold back the curtain there, Let me pass free. I have passed in to know Meanings, whose broken sense Floated up long ago. Outside the folds I lie. God, there is silence here ! I have crept back to die. 37 FROM DARK TO DARK Out there, 'mid wind-blown heaps of sand, And throb of burning suns overhead, At foot of crags, a Silent Land Lies in a valley, still and dead. A Silent Land that slopes away To dim horizons and the dark. Where moaning winds their mist-shrouds sway 0*er blackened figures drawn and stark. Yet ever up the steep incline. From far, appearing one by one. With staggering step, from time to time, Come tottering figures in the sun. 33 Before, the black gigantic walls With polished surface gleam and burn ; The sand's hot surge behind them crawls, And buries those who turn. Step after step in silent march ; In silence form by form sinks low — No cloud in that unbroken arch, In that eternal glow. 39 AN EAGLE O'er the land of piled-up cloud hills Doth thy shadow run, Floating mute in gloomy grandeur Toward the setting sun. Never song of lark or linnet Unto thee may fly, As thy pinions snatch the sunlight From the flowers that lie. Trees arose for simpler singers, Shade for shyness grew ; Song fell unto them for solace, Silent strength to you. 40 Thou who readest music written On the storm's white bars ; Hearest throbs of death-loosed spirits Flashing to the stars, Hast not felt across thy bosom, With the sun-clad airs, Warmer passion-breaths arisen — Whispered love and prayers ? Thou disdainer of the shadows. Lingering dim and late, Canst thou gather from the heavens Naught but strength and hate ? 41 TWO SIDES {Without :) Low, broken ceiling ; dark ; the day slow dying ; The woman peering on the still white face, Silent lying ; Drawing the cover to its place. With hand of one not moved of heart to pity — Here, in the city. No, not all yet is over — not all yet. See, a slow breath moveth ! On the cheek Something gleams wet. Some word still to speak ? Nay, nay, what could he say ! Waste not your pity- Here, in the city. 42 {Within:) Sunset. The glorious interlacing light ; The drifting boat ; the oars that no more grip The golden water — all the senses slip With warmth and color from the crooning night. No ! From the night ! She came up from the dark Into the desert soul. Could he but read aright. There in the dark, her eyes would still bear light- There in the dark. Peace, and the eyes are gleaming over there ; Shall they not bear the glory of the throne Into the depths — the souFs — God's very own ? Now heart to heart across heavy air. 43 {Without:) The tread of heavy feet ; few words to make The silence drearier; forms that halt and strain, And slowly take Their way back to the air from whence they came. They follow but their trade. Put by your pity- Here in the city. 44 GROPING Under the far flung stars ; 'Mid kelp and the wading grass, And the flickering flashing bars Of the lights that pass ; Something that floats with the tide ; I saw it creep by night, Then back o*er the shingles slide. E'er the coming light ; Something that hath a plan. Dim, and devised in the deep, Clutching with fingers wan, The grasses that sleep. 45 WAITING What though I care not that the night skies sob Their stars to earth — The end will come. Or that morn's heaven is all hot with God And new light's birth — The end will come. What though blind beggar souls pass asking aid, I turn away — The end will come. Or that she feel not now my warm tears fall Upon this clay — The end will come. 46 EN AVANT Again and again and again Thou shalt come ; The myriad lives of men, In thy turn shalt run. *Till a window, the crystal souls of all men In the walls of matter shall be, And dumb, cold God, from the caverns of Death, Shall look forth and see. 47 A PLAYBILL " This Nighty in the Theatre of the Hearty A Play for All— Come all Who Wilir The light dies down ; now, with a start, Flares up ; my searching eyes fixed[[still Catch, in the glow, New words below. The broad red capitals unroll The name : " The Body and the Soul.'' 48 God thought, and the thought was Man, And Form gleamed out of strife , And as ceons of ages ran, God dreamed, and the dream was Life. 49 RD- 5 , ?> .4 0^ / V' '^^ ^S(^ .•1°<. ^> ^«' o-^o*. .5°^ •..^♦' ,<{,'^. ^^'^o O. * o w "^ ^ ^f^ *' • , 1 • Deacidified using the Bookkeeper process. 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