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ATHENAIOS 
 
 A SATYRIC DRAMA AND OTHER VERSE 
 
 BY 
 ROBERT D. WINDES 
 
 Author of 
 "Osbulbaha" and Other Poems 
 
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 THE ROXBURGH PUBLISHING COMPANY 
 
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Copyrighted, 1912 
 
 By Robert D. Windes 
 
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 1U)I 
 
ATHENAIOS 
 
 Dramatis Personae 
 
 VENUS— CAIUS— JULIUS CAESAR 
 
 CHORUS OF PIRATES, MEN AND WOMEN 
 SCENE: THE ISLE OF PHARMACUSSA. 
 
 Venus: This is the youth then! this the boy! so old 
 In policy, so bold towards men and gods 
 As dare to brave one's reason, the others' wrath— 
 By openly in set speech setting up 
 To be of heavenly race by true descent 
 From one Aeneas, one Achises' son 
 And mine ! For so the impious legend runs, 
 Whom these rude upstart Romans lately have found 
 To be their founder since some smatter of Greek 
 
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ATHENA 10 S 
 
 Has smartened them into some sense of grace. 
 
 To Cyprus my reputed birthplace bound 
 
 Seeing the boy asleep here on this isle 
 
 Of Pharmacussa, witch isle, rightly named, 
 
 If I interpret its Greek name aright. 
 
 For now at least, I ween, it is bewitched; 
 
 Where Fortune fondly playing with her pet 
 
 Has dropped him in a nest of poisonous snakes, 
 
 And charmed them all to innocence till he 
 
 Can brave out to be snatched up and upheaved 
 
 Astride her neck — him seeing asleep, I light 
 
 From ether, curious to contemplate. 
 
 As gods may, thoughts and aspirations, schemes, 
 
 To mortals vast, to gods shortsighted, vain. 
 
 As this his dream to be Rome's master, which 
 
 He dreams even now — but not to meddle I mean 
 
 With that. But for his insult to my name 
 
 His bald parade of my feigned ignominy, 
 
 To veil his honest ignobility. 
 
 From him and his I will withhold my grace: 
 
 No son nor grandson shall succeed to him. 
 
 Nor bear his name nor carry on his race; 
 
 His name shall only a misname for misrule 
 
athSnaios 
 
 Be perpetuated to the end of time— 
 
 And bitterer than his of Thebes his fall; 
 
 For he, by some called his adulterous son 
 
 And loved as much, shall head his murderers! 
 
 To buy a pearl for whose dam peaceful towns 
 
 That open their gates to him wide as their hearts, 
 
 Shall be put to the sword and sack'd and sold, 
 
 His daughter, pledge of the republic's life 
 
 As its upholder's new wed spouse beloved, 
 
 Weighed down by too great hopes of all, shall die 
 
 Untimely, leaving a free course to fate. 
 
 His grand-nephew, for greater offense and scorn 
 
 Against me, prompter and patron of proud verse. 
 
 Embalming and emblazoning my shame. 
 
 In threefold shame insufferable wrapt 
 
 As in a threefold robe of quenchless flame. 
 
 Daughter, grand-daughter and grand-son perverse. 
 
 Lower than man shall feel the god in him 
 
 Sink; lower than the ground his house's pride. 
 
 In impotence of anger shall he indite 
 
 His mean griefs for the servile Senate's moot, 
 
 Raising the first cry in the to-the-death 
 
 Chase of his race, boasting a death less strain. 
 
AT H Maws 
 
 His stepson and successor, sage profound, 
 
 Inheriting the repubHc, ripe in years 
 
 And genius, rich in wrongs long treasured up, 
 
 And with the sage's joy in subject fit, 
 
 Shall in the Sire's preserve find ample scope 
 
 For all his art, yet a Caligula 
 
 And Agrippina leave and Nero who 
 
 The last imperial Caesar's grave shall dig. 
 
 His own! Thus have I fortune-teller played. 
 
 Telling this youth's fate and his family's, 
 
 A story which shall tragedy efface — 
 
 Meanwhile, how calm and masterful his sleep! 
 
 How even his breath! His perfect form and limbs 
 
 Clothed in the grace of his serene repose; 
 
 True image of the very man himself — 
 
 And this among these barbarous ruffians, 
 
 Outlaws of all lands, all baptized in blood, 
 
 Not one of whom but would as readily 
 
 With or without cause, cut his throat as eat! 
 
 And such a one would for the world of woe 
 
 Which he would save the world deserve its crown 
 
 And greater fame that Brutus could men know. 
 
 But he has charmed this nest of snakes and with 
 
ATHEINAIOS 
 
 His boyish hands handles them free as a god, 
 
 They are not his keepers but his body-guard, 
 
 His pensioners not he their prisoner. 
 
 He bids them stop their wrangUng or coarse mirth 
 
 When he would sleep; in spite of themselves they 
 
 Give way to the boy's way as they call his sway. 
 
 They have let him form them into a commonwealth, 
 
 Appoint a Senate, class the people and fix 
 
 Their way of acting each; brings forward laws, 
 
 And gravely argues them in studied speech 
 
 Before the Senate and approved or not 
 
 Submits them to the people in mass convened; 
 
 With vehement harangues, with action live! 
 
 For laws not vain and consulships to come. 
 
 Contests rehearsing! Then an Oedipus 
 
 Of his own making teaches them and acts 
 
 Stilted and stiff and monstered up no doubt. 
 
 But tamer than his own life's tragedy, 
 
 And by his house's overdone tenfold. 
 
 When they applaud not verse or speech of his, 
 
 He calls them untaught slaves, barbarians. 
 
 And threatens laughingly to hang them all; 
 
 They laugh, too, thoughtless cutthroats and impute 
 
athMaios 
 
 To pretty boyish spleen what is the man, 
 
 For kindness, thanks for kindness, giving, most 
 
 Forgiving, are in Caesar policy 
 
 And nothing more, not one least throb of heart. 
 
 He will do what he has threatened, this cool boy, 
 
 Do it without passion, just because the word 
 
 Is Caesar's! and must be irrevocable 
 
 As Father Jove's, with whom he dares claim kin. 
 
 'Tis nothing that these serpents sting him not 
 
 When he treads on them: he is Caesar! They, 
 
 Snakes. Were they Catos Caesar would not care. 
 
 And lo, the ship now which his ransom brings. 
 
 They asked him twenty but he laughed at them. 
 
 As not knowing whom they had taken, fix'd his price 
 
 At fifty talents and his clients sent 
 
 To raise the money, at the same time men 
 
 And ships to follow close upon their heels : 
 
 He will take them and his ransom carry back, 
 
 With rich fruits of their prosperous piracy. 
 
 These cutthroats he will cut the throats of first 
 
 For thanks, then nail each to his several cross — 
 
 And now I see his clients with the chests 
 
 Of treasure, gold and silver coming up. 
 
ATHEJNAIOS 
 
 Followed by all the band of pirates not 
 Without their women, wives and captive girls, 
 Who, all in love with Caesar, come to bid 
 A last farewell which will not last do-day. 
 
 Chorus: Who laid the first ship's keel, 
 And who the first sail spread, 
 To try the untried main, 
 And who the god that put it in his head, 
 
 And steered in seething brain, 
 
 Invention wrought. 
 
 The adventurous thought? 
 
 Athena did reveal 
 
 To Jason, bards report, 
 
 The project of the ship, 
 And helped him with her counsel and support 
 
 Tobuild the Argo: lip 
 
 And tongue that spoke, 
 
 Dodonian oak 
 
 Inserted in the prow 
 
 Supplied, not prophesied. 
 
 But still to art denied: 
 Believe it who, full grown and panoplied, 
 
AT HN Saws 
 
 From Jove's head leaped and cried 
 
 An Alale. 
 
 Made land and sea 
 
 And heaven to quake, allow 
 
 Athena's self — Expect 
 
 A finished ship complete 
 From the first hand of the first architect. 
 
 Art's foot is not so fleet, 
 
 But halts and trips 
 
 And backward slips 
 
 Through many a weary age; 
 
 But grant the ship, the quest 
 
 Was one for every time 
 Since men wore decent clothes and women dresses: 
 
 Gold was the thought sublime, 
 
 Gold was the aim, 
 
 And gold the name, 
 
 In which was quelled the rage 
 
 Of live sy mplegades ; 
 
 And crops of dragon's teeth 
 Were sown and made to reap themselves with ease. 
 
 Therefore, be laid a wreath 
 
 On Jason's head, 
 
athMaios 
 
 Of gold or lead, 
 
 The ivy oak, and bay 
 
 Are not for the low brows 
 
 Of hunters after gold. 
 Through coward cunning and the bolder rouse 
 
 Of war, however bold — 
 
 But strike the stave. 
 
 Not ours to rave 
 
 At gold and wrong, who prey 
 
 On toil and do not toil. 
 
 And yet we only take 
 What Rome and Mithridates count their spoil. 
 
 But lo, our guest's awake, 
 
 And mincing state 
 
 Prepares to prate. 
 Gome and tell us our hostage heroic, Bithynias' King, 
 
 Nicomedes his charmer. 
 How shall I call thee? How shall I, reverencing, 
 
 Neither a colder nor warmer 
 Welcome than fits the occasion give thee withal? 
 Jason and boy Medea, thee in one we will call, 
 
 And bidding thee hail and farewell, 
 
 Conjure thee with duplicate spell: 
 
10 athSnaios 
 
 Julius Jason, clothe us in golden fleece, 
 Gaesar Medea, of Jasons, give us increase! 
 
 Caesar: Before these chests are opened which contain 
 My ransom, double the amount you asked, Hear, 
 
 friends, 
 I call you friends because you will be such 
 If you accept what Gaesar offers you; 
 Friends of Rome's ruler and the world's, for that 
 He means to be and has no doubt of being: 
 You laugh? Laugh not, but wait and hear the 
 
 grounds 
 Upon which Gaesar builds not airy hopes. 
 But faith as solid as Rome's Capitol. 
 Listen: I'm born to it; in me are met 
 The blood heroic of Rome's founder, and 
 Of one of those Kings who so gloriously 
 Reigned two and a half hundred years at Rome; 
 My father on the mother's side from Kings 
 Sprang; on the father's, with the immortal gods 
 Was joined. For from King Ancus Marcius 
 The family of Marcius surnamed. 
 Rex got its name of which his mother was. 
 
ATHENAIOS 11 
 
 His father Julius from Venus claimed 
 
 Descent; therefore the sanctity of Kings 
 
 Who among men most can our race has got, 
 
 And adds to that the sacred rites of gods 
 
 In whose power Kings themselves are; thus you have 
 
 My titles, sealed by destiny of blood. 
 
 My opportunities now hear, and means 
 
 Without which titles are but vanity. 
 
 Death to the titular or worse, contempt! 
 
 Of Sylla you have heard and Marius; 
 
 The peoples^ head and the patricians' chief; 
 
 My father's sister married Marius, 
 
 Ginna was Marius' dearest friend; 
 
 I, Ginna's daughter led, Gornelia, 
 
 And spite of Sylla would not leave my wife; 
 
 Though of her dower, my own inheritance. 
 
 And of my priesthood reft to Father Jove, 
 
 Proscribed and hunted, bribing, buying flight 
 
 From Rome and Italy, from home and friends ! 
 
 Now Sylla is dead leaving without a head 
 
 His own patricians but by act and word 
 
 Having made me the leader of his foes. 
 
 Act, by proscribing me; word by his word: 
 
12 ATHSNAIOS 
 
 " In Caesar there is many a Marius." 
 
 While thus the people's leader born and made, 
 
 I am not the Senate's declared enemy, 
 
 But have among patricians many friends, 
 
 No rivals and no bitter foes as yet. 
 
 For Caesar makes no difference in men, 
 
 Caesar except, all men he equal deems. 
 
 Rome, Italy, all men are ripe for change; 
 
 Unsettled, sick with tossing on a sea 
 
 Of anarchy — story too long to tell 
 
 And needless to be told. You see the road: 
 
 To travel it I must have faithful friends, 
 
 Oathbound to my allegiance only, strange 
 
 To every other tie, home, country, kin; 
 
 To me and to my fortunes singly wed. 
 
 To whom I promise, if they prosper, share 
 
 Not to the measure of your merit, great 
 
 However it be, but of your greater wish. 
 
 You are by nature and your way of life 
 
 Formed to be such: be then, and take the oath: 
 
 Caesar to love and guard him as a prince, 
 
 Whom as a prize you have watched, but for reward 
 
 Richer than this poor ransom he now pays. 
 
ATHMAIOS 13 
 
 You laugh like speechless, dull barbarians! 
 'Tis no school declamation like the rest 
 At which you laughed rightly, not sensibly, 
 The fault being too fine for your sense to find, 
 But matter of to-day which answer asks. 
 Athenaios, art chief? Thy name besides 
 Should mean at least discourse of reason since 
 Of words Athens was the creative word! — 
 Answer for these dull creatures, tell their mind. 
 
 Athenaios: Vain youth, who Caesar call'st thyself and 
 tell'st 
 What Caesar sickly dreams as if the name 
 Meant King! If had'st one grain of Attic salt 
 Would'st understand our laughter without words! 
 What else but laugh to hear a babbling child 
 Prate of his royal and heroic blood, 
 In a republic of five hundred years? 
 And being a truant boy, a runaway 
 From Sylla's lash, talk of being born and made 
 The rabble's leader against an order of men 
 Old as their Kings and abler, wiser than 
 When some one called them an assembly of Kings. 
 
14 ATHENAIOS 
 
 Whom all their Kings assembled scarce could match. 
 What else but laugh when such a moonstruck boy 
 Asks us the only freemen in the world, 
 To be his henchmen, his assassins, slaves; 
 For though you say it not, we know what use 
 You think us fit for, mean to put us to. 
 The only freemen in the world are we: 
 Romans and Mithridates have the earth; 
 Freedom's sole refuge is the sea. Set foot 
 On land and we are slaves! Who to be free 
 Left home and everything most dear to men. 
 Thus have our ancestors in every age 
 Escaped the numbing touch of tyranny! 
 And Athens, my own fatherland dost name? 
 That never could be bribed to serve a King! 
 Who would not laugh to hear a would be prince 
 Ask an Athenian's help to make him King! 
 
 Caesar: Athenian Xenophon at least, whose books 
 I've read and love, helped Cyrus without scruple, 
 And though the Athenians banished him on that 
 Pretext, his laconism was the true cause. 
 His love of freedom was no less than theirs 
 
ATHENAIOS ' 15 
 
 As mine than yours — freedom not lawlessness — 
 
 Agesilaus' friend and Socrates' 
 
 Disciple could not choose another course 
 
 In politics than that of strictest law, 
 
 And Sparta gave the model which he sought, 
 
 And after a splendid life of action, the 
 
 Retreat of Scilluns for his learned age. 
 
 Where he composed the books which keep his name 
 
 And deeds fresher than Alexander's and 
 
 Far sweeter to all good and generous minds. 
 
 Athenaios: Be Xenophon and Sparta what you will, 
 Your Roman law is but the license to 
 Do wrong, to take what is another's, not 
 Your own. From robbery your power had birth 
 And grew into the solemn name of law 
 By magnitude of evil, utterly 
 Soul-crushing, liberty-extinguishing, 
 Free thought with free speech burying alive! 
 
 Caesar: Your words are Demosthenic in their force 
 And freedom. Romans war not with their tongues. 
 At least against those they would make their friends, 
 
16 ATHMAIOS 
 
 As I would you. Friends calling you at first, 
 I wish to call you friends at last, and now, 
 Opening the chests we will our ransom pay. 
 
 Athenaios: We asked but twenty talents ransom and 
 Will take no more in ransom's name, much less 
 In earnest of the bragain tendered us 
 By Caesar, with the oath to serve his guard; 
 And thirty talents as a gift outweighs 
 Desert so far, we fear a Trojan horse 
 Caparisoned for the delusion of 
 Rank fools. Let Caesar keep his surplus coin. 
 
 Caesar: To Caesar what are coins? Of which to whom 
 A pyramid is not worth one true friend. 
 
 Athenaios: Then Caesar holds us cheap if he would 
 buy 
 For thirty talents all us in the gross. 
 
 Caesar: Not yours but Caesar's worth fulfilled the 
 price. 
 You undervalue Caesar and his star. 
 
ATHENAIOS ' 17 
 
 Athenaios: His star is yet invisible to us. 
 
 Caesar: You'll see and know it when it is too 
 late. 
 
 Athenaios: When Caesar is transported to the skies. 
 
 Caesar: His star in Pharmacussa rises now. 
 
 Athenaios: Let Caesar show it; we'll be glad to see it. 
 
 Caesar: When Caesar shows it, you'll be sad to see it. 
 
 Athenaios: We'll welcome Caesar when he comes 
 again 
 Without a ransom since he doubles this. 
 
 Caesar: There are who will pay ransom on the cross 
 When Caesar comes to get his back again. 
 
 Athenaios: Farewell, King Caesar, make haste back 
 to school 
 And tell ma Rome we kept you against your will, 
 
18 ATHENAIOS 
 
 Caesar: I go to be a teacher from her school 
 Of reverence and of a civil tongue. 
 
 Chorus: Caesar, farewell, forget the men's rough 
 speech, 
 And think of us who love you, Julius — 
 How proudly he bears himself, the pretty youth. 
 
 Athenaios: How swiftly he glides away, the serpent 
 sleek. 
 
 Chorus: Ruler of Rome he says he will be, and sit 
 on the throne of her Kings; 
 
 Why may he not, for faith is in men the creator and 
 shaper of things? 
 
 Why may he not, for he must win who wills to the 
 uttermost 
 
 Strength of his soul, nor loses heart though every- 
 thing else be lost. 
 
 Temperance add and time and stuff of a founder or 
 changer of states, 
 
 Forms and prodigious looms, a blessing of God or a 
 doom of the fates; 
 
ATHENAIOS , 19 
 
 Caesar has all of these and race feigned royal and 
 
 fabled divine, 
 Marcius from and lulus, Venus' grandson, stretches 
 
 his line, 
 Thus would he match and mock at smoke-blacked 
 
 images others may boast, 
 Soaring above Valerian fame and devoted Fabian 
 
 host. 
 Gaesar himself I have heard oft talk of these things 
 
 and unfold 
 All of his plans. Be not then surprised at my 
 
 knowing, by him I was told. 
 This breast of land that gently swells above the port, 
 And widely looks upon the sea was Caesar's court, 
 Here he, not like Ulysses on Calypsos' isle. 
 Sighing and shedding tears, wore out the weary 
 
 while 
 But with delightful talk and most enchanting smile 
 Oft made us his delighted eager listeners; 
 He spoke Greek, having learnt it in his tender 
 
 years. 
 And loved Hellenic glories as his country's own. 
 He knew our history by heart from Marathon 
 
20 ATHENAIOS 
 
 Down to these deathbed days of Hellas when she 
 
 has ceased 
 To strive, stretched out and still waiting to be 
 
 released 
 From living; nothing differing from one deceased. 
 But Caesar promises when he is King of Rome, 
 Hellas to make again of arts and light the home. 
 Then in the games of men he unbent his graver 
 
 thought. 
 Wrestled and ran and boxed with them or threw the 
 
 quoit, 
 Or hurled the spear or drew the bow with practiced 
 
 skill. 
 Always unruffled by defeat nor taking ill 
 Rough treatment by antagonist or victory, 
 But strove with free delight unchecked by dignity; 
 Or he would mount the pnyx and Greek harangues 
 
 recite. 
 Or speech or verses of his own, or grave or light. 
 Having set up the Roman form of government. 
 He showed its various functions by experiment. 
 With toys like these the boy Achilles might have 
 
 played, 
 
ATHENAIOS ' 21 
 
 If lofty thoughts not lightning heels his care he had 
 
 made. i u ^ 
 
 Big schoolboys Uke these rough men often laughed 
 
 at him, . 
 
 And he with hanging threatened them all m due 
 
 time; 
 But him they loved no less for bluntness hke their 
 
 own, 
 All save my lord Athenaios, who stood aloof, 
 And said he spied though soft his tread the tyrant's 
 
 hoof. 
 Such prejudice in him before I have not known. 
 Antipathy in men and beasts is born of fear. 
 And red and black as blood and death to them 
 
 And such a hatred bom of fear may well be this 
 Which my beloved Athenaios to Caesar bears; 
 A free bom nature chokes in breathing tyrant airs, 
 And by the same law Caesar's nature repells his.— 
 
 But Caesar is gone out of sight. 
 And soon will be flying whither his heart flies before, 
 
 To the city whose name is might. 
 
 Oh, might I, too, fly thither and light 
 
22 ATHENAIOS 
 
 In her Capitaol and hear her forum's roar, 
 Exchanging this dead land and sea funereal 
 For that whose bubbling life aye drowns the break- 
 er's knell ! 
 
 Here life is departed from life, 
 The dead alone still live in the works they have left ; 
 
 Here is peace and an end to strife, 
 
 The peace despair has taken to wife ! 
 Of the blossom and prattle of children the house is 
 
 bereft, 
 The cities are fallen and dumb ; the fields are desolate ; 
 Unbroken silence settling seals the doom of fate. — 
 
 O, mighty see, 
 
 A live land and free. 
 Where hope and high ambition still may be! 
 
 But not as a client of Caesar's, I; 
 
 And well did Athenaios deny 
 
 His proffered oath, but not so bitterly 
 Ought he to have mocked his boy's simplicity. 
 
 But men are blind to descry 
 When wroth, what wrath from their words may 
 
 grow. 
 Alas! are my words ominous of woe? 
 
ATHSNAIOS ' 23 
 
 Athenaios is hurrying from below! 
 
 The men are rushing madly to and fro! 
 
 I hear cries of despair mingled with curses of wrath ! 
 
 Headlong down the headland's precipitous path 
 
 One runs crying, Ships! and I see them— a fleet! 
 
 O, gods, we are gone! lost! 
 
 Athenaios, how meet, 
 
 Or whither retreat? 
 
 Why stand'st with arms crossed? 
 
 Athenaios: Benches and decks unmanned. 
 Rowers and fighters ashore, 
 And look, here behind us this force at hand, 
 And Caesar himself in command. 
 There is nothing to do but to die ! 
 
 Caesar: Or Caesar himself will belie. 
 
 Athenaios: Belie yourself ! The whelp his mother 
 wolf! 
 Nature cannot be belied which your race 
 Created wolves! not suckled only but 
 Begotten by a wolf upon a wolf! 
 
24 ATHENAIOS 
 
 The foster mother of her own was the 
 
 She-wolf, and gave her blood as well as milk 
 
 To your Rome's founder, your fore-father, at least. 
 
 In bloodiness of spirit, if not blood! 
 
 Who with his brother's blood baptized his Rome 
 
 To be the city of the god of blood, 
 
 Your Mavors, hatefullest of all the gods! 
 
 We needed not your word to know our doom! 
 
 Rome's sea of blood could never spare this drop! 
 
 And you must pour your rivulet of blood 
 
 To prove your wolfish blood's strain genuine. 
 
 Beginning so young who knows but you may 
 
 Pour round the world an ocean stream of blood, 
 
 And all the good being slain, at length sit crowned 
 
 Sole monarch of the dregs of all the earth! — 
 
 Caesar: We are grieved Athenaios should choose to 
 be 
 The prophet rather than the partner in 
 Caesar's high fortunes, but his words we take 
 For omen not offense; not insults but 
 Most grateful incense offered to our name ! 
 But sweet as 'tis, we have no time to waste 
 
ATHMAIOS ' 25 
 
 In compliment. Action is Caesar's part! 
 Talking he leaves to scholars and captives 
 Such as he was but now, you are now in turn ; 
 Diet empty as the wind of which it is made, 
 Spoiling the wholesome appetite for doing. 
 But that we rule by laws not rend with claws. 
 Be said what may; acts without words will show 
 To Rome's Proconsul here in Asia. 
 You shall be brought to answer and be heard 
 As speedily as may be, and with the 
 Least torture of suspense, I warrant you, 
 Be each suspended on his proper cross. — 
 Gome, now, to ship, to ship! Aboard with all! 
 Quaestor, fulfill your office faithfully. 
 Reserving, mind, my ransom's full amount. 
 For prompt prepayment of the loan with use; 
 The lenders have the first claim to their own. 
 The spoil, not small, shall be the prize of those 
 Who helped to win it with the sword and oar. 
 And all of you have Caesar's cordial thanks. 
 And through him all shall have hereafter Rome's. — 
 
 Note: — The first chapters of Suetonius' and Plu- 
 
26 ATHSNAIOS 
 
 tarch's lives of Caesar are the sources of this dramatic 
 attempt which the Greeks might have allowed to pass 
 as a Satyric Drama, of which we have one specimen 
 remaining in the Cyclops of Euripides, translated by 
 the poet Shelley into English verse. 
 
ATHENAIOS 27 
 
 THE LYRE 
 
 Give me an hour in shade to sit outside my door, 
 Over the Theban eagle's lightning-lit scroll apore, 
 Straining with mind and heart and ears and lips agape, 
 
 Living to catch the step 
 
 Of the light Lydian dance 
 
 Or the AeoUan stormfooted prance 
 
 Of Thessalian hoofs that rear and leap 
 
 Under riders whose 
 
 Only bridle is the lance ; 
 Or let the Marathonian fighter Aischulos 
 
 Frown his awfullest as tighter against Kankasos 
 Nails he the Titan, unflinching and defiant still, 
 
 Do what the Despot will. 
 
 Or as he makes Cassandra shriek, 
 
 Scenting the blood to be shed's sudden reek; 
 
 Cries portentous uttering to thrill 
 
 The prophetic soul. 
 
 Then, and chmes in then to seek. 
 
28 ATHSNAIOS 
 
 Easily first though last one called, old Homer come; 
 Show me the noble Hector unappalled by his doom, 
 Kneeling with hands stretched to the slayer of his sons, 
 
 Sudden remorse dethrones 
 
 Show me the sire suppliant ; 
 
 Priam's and Pelides sorrow paint 
 On the common ground rolled mingling groans, 
 
 While a father, that. 
 
 This, a son for, makes his plaint. — 
 Sophocles and Euripides uncalled I leave. 
 But Aristophanes such times as these ought to heave 
 You from your Attic grave and in this land too great, 
 
 Living and seeing set ! 
 
 What themes for your wit sublime 
 
 Break out on the surface of the time! 
 
 Demos, everybody's bloated pet. 
 
 Has more sycophants 
 
 Than your muse could put in rhyme. 
 
 Bigotry and the itch for notoriety 
 Dressed in their proper motley by your protopiety; 
 Virtue might move to laughter who now only grieves, 
 Seeing the solemn thieves 
 
ATHENAIOS 29 
 
 Strutting in her garb pompously — 
 
 Laurels of immortal victory 
 
 Over helpless wretches, that achieves; 
 
 These, the fugitive, 
 
 Overcome surgloriously ! 
 
 One, from moonshine sixteen million speeches coins 
 Tullian pinchbeck and Tertullian brass break all loins 
 Nature's bounty some for their creation claim, 
 
 Graving on clouds their name. 
 
 Whence such golden showers descend 
 
 As Zeus erst upon Rose Island rained 
 
 For Apollo, as for us the same 
 
 Pours the precious dust 
 
 Knee deep on Alaska's strand! 
 Oh, for an arm to reach six thousand miles and snatch 
 Only a bucketfull of nuggets loose about the patch! 
 Palace for rickety shanty, dome for leaky roof — 
 
 Quickly would flaunt the proof, 
 
 Wisdom and wit live in my Hues, 
 
 Grace in every stress distressing shines. 
 
 Now the judge is mum or mouths aloof, 
 
 Magic tone or touch 
 
30 athMaios 
 
 None my subtle soul divines. 
 
 God Apollo gifts with asses' ears the folk 
 Who when Pan and Marsyas his pipes gods provoke, 
 Leave his noble lyre to dance and leap and shout 
 With the ignoble rout; 
 Mad with his ears' torture and mind's, 
 (Gods, they say, even, sometimes anger blinds) 
 Tore he the thick skin off the living lout! 
 Horrible to tell! 
 But no terror to vain hinds. 
 
 Love of fame for gain Jove's thunder will defy: 
 Flaying alive would sooner from the eel wring a cry 
 Than from the small fry who soar with emptiness, 
 Not with a strong thought's stress. 
 Come, now, O, Pan, with lyre of gold, 
 Shame the drivelling age, silence the bold 
 Commonplace tribe whose strains naught confess 
 Yours and the Muses' might. 
 Whom the bard invoked of old. 
 Loxias replies but from beneath the sod: 
 "Earth has got no longer a Helicon heaven, no god, 
 
ATHMAIOS 31 
 
 Science squares the circle of infinity, 
 Mountains of mystery, 
 Ocean's stream girdle not 
 Zeus' and Hera's pretty garden plot; 
 Jove's and Gaesar's larger property 
 Might one millionaire 
 In its palmy state have bought. 
 
 " Marvels in sea nor air are left to fantasy, 
 
 Aethiop nor Hyperborean visit we; 
 
 Gardens of Hesperides are found and sacked; 
 
 Every dream is fact." 
 
 Peace to thee. Father of rays! 
 
 Goodbye, Muses, and your pleasant ways! 
 
 Hail, the practical inventor's tact ! 
 
 Hail the actual ! 
 
 The material, " It Pays." 
 
32 ATHMAIOS 
 
 SONNETS 
 
 1. 
 
 Homer and Shakespeare, unknown gods of Song: 
 Who, out of nothing made its ancient world, 
 And who, the mean garb of the new impearled, 
 Miracles working which to gods belong: 
 Of one the form whatever be the tongue. 
 Of both the original the primeval voice 
 With which hearts love, rage, pity, mourn, rejoice! 
 Of Kings, of men or atoms of the throng. 
 From youth to age your living men and scenes 
 Are those we more, have lived with, better known 
 Than any alive, where with our lot was thrown. 
 Your myths and music are as well the means 
 Whereby we live as that from which we have grown, 
 Since yours the fields from which all utterance gleans. 
 
 2. 
 
 I stood by moonlight on the slippery verge 
 Of old Niagara's Table rock pristine, 
 
ATHENAIOS 33 
 
 And leaning over, viewed the mighty surge 
 Of falling waters, braved their hideous din; 
 The back immense of crystal smooth and sheen, 
 
 To ruin leaps moonlashed with lightning scourge 
 
 Glamors ten thousand-throated clamors urge; 
 A ghastly, pallid iris spans the scene. 
 
 The uproar infinite my being obsessed! 
 
 The appalling whiteness of the foam and flood, 
 And mist and moon seasick on billowy scud; 
 
 One thought no thought my mind no mind oppressed: 
 
 Be life a stream as sickly fancy saith, 
 
 Awful Niagara life's end uttereth. 
 
34 ATHENA 10 S 
 
 EPIGRAMS. 
 
 The Dead Languages. 
 
 1. 
 
 What better discipline of heart and head 
 
 Than study of the languages called dead! 
 
 Where pure philosophy to virtue exhorts, 
 
 And history charms and eloquence transports; 
 
 Where live the perfect types time can't efface, 
 
 Of epic, lyric, tragic, comic grace; 
 
 Where language is itself so terse, compact, 
 
 It reaches the sublime by its own act. 
 
 And lends the charm of poetry to prose and fact. 
 
 2. 
 
 Not without numbers, Gicero divinely says, 
 Demosthenes wont to hurl those thunder bolts of his, 
 And not without the same did Cicero's ample phrase 
 Transfigure commonplaces with its steady blaze. 
 
AT H Maws • 35 
 
 3. 
 
 Immortal Fulton ! column nor statue 
 
 Of bronze commemorates your services, 
 
 But your true monuments without your name, 
 
 Are the inland cities of America; 
 
 More than a thousand miles on every hand 
 
 From sea, but by your great invention's help, 
 
 Able to vie with sea emporia. 
 
 4. 
 True patriotism every victory 
 In civil war pitiful and woeful deemed; 
 But our enlightened Christian piety 
 No other blood and carnage much esteemed 
 Has got to boast and makes the most of the same, 
 Which gained for Gain an everlasting name. 
 
 5. 
 
 From the Greek. 
 
 The crab to the snake thus said, 
 Seizing the same with his claw: 
 
 " You ought to be straight, comrade, 
 Not crookedness have for a law." 
 
36 ATHENA 10 S 
 
 6. 
 
 After Catullus. 
 
 I laughed at one, I don't know who was the ass, 
 In a crowd just now, who listened to Taft's speech 
 
 At Petersburg, Virginia, where, alas! 
 
 Were slaughtered by Virgianians in a breach, 
 
 A host of Pennsylvanians, all and each! 
 " It had to be, the breach and that event," 
 Said the ass, "or we would not have this monu- 
 ment!" 
 As if all marble outweighed one sentient. 
 
ATHENAIOS ' 37 
 
 AURELIA. 
 (New Orleans — Aureliani) . 
 
 King Knute sat on his throne, 
 
 Not at the brink of the main 
 
 Trampled by tidal train, 
 Drawn by the trolley moon, 
 But where the Father of Waters 
 
 Putteth his arms about 
 
 Her who is waxing stout, 
 Last of his lusty daughters, 
 Ere he revisit his mother. 
 
 Closer and closer pressing, 
 
 Bolder and bolder caressing. 
 Longing to seize and smother 
 Her with his slobbering kisses; 
 
 Bore her as Boreas 
 
 Bore the Athenian lass, 
 Snatched from the banks of Ilissus, 
 Down to the palace of froth, 
 
38 ATHENAIOS 
 
 Mansion of Amphitrite, 
 Mother of Triton and mighty 
 
 River of thee, of both 
 
 Fond, but thou her delight, 
 Safe will she keep thy bride. 
 Scorning her warden's pride. 
 
 Mocking his vain foresight! 
 
 Long have you longed for the rich 
 Reechy Aurelia, 
 Waiting and watching your day. 
 
 Up, now, and leap from your ditch, 
 
 Show us your heavenly strain — 
 All of your floods are at hand. 
 All your allies at command: 
 
 Skies pour deluges of rain; 
 
 Snows steal away on the raid; 
 Ice with a horrible clamor, 
 Matching the thunder clap's stammer 
 
 Breaks to his liege lord's aid. 
 
 Meets them the balmy South, 
 Greets them Favonius, 
 Wafting a merry buzz. 
 
 Signal of gnats and drought, 
 
AT H Maws 39 
 
 Up like a tidal wave! 
 Swallow the Customs Grange, 
 Down the Cotton Exchange, 
 
 Drown in it every Knave ! 
 
 Quick as Proserpina's slip, 
 Reaching a rare narcissus. 
 Into Plutonian abysses. 
 
 So quick, Aurelias, dip ! 
 
 Fisherman, dropping his line 
 Where was Aurelia, 
 Brings up a broker and a 
 Watchman clutching the wine. 
 
 Treat for a gay saloon girl! 
 Each of them tells his tale : 
 Futures; what is the sale, 
 
 Saloon girls, which is the pearl? 
 
40 athSnaios 
 
 BY DREAMLIGHT. A Serenade. 
 
 As light as the leaf of the star-leafed gum, 
 
 Which the ground in autumn dresses, 
 So light and so bright in her chamber's gloom, 
 
 Lies my love in her golden tresses. 
 The breeze of a dream is fanning her cheek. 
 
 Her eyelids too, are glowing 
 As if through their silken fringe did break 
 
 A light from her eyes still flowing. 
 
 Dost dream, my love, of the time when we 
 
 That Southern lake were sailing. 
 Which a proud city weds with the tropic sea, 
 
 And dream'st the breeze is failing, 
 And that my hand gently presses thine 
 
 Upon the oar reclining, 
 While all the water is turned to wine, 
 
 In the flush of the sun's declining? 
 
 Or dost thou dream of the moonlight walk 
 
ATHENAIOS ' 41 
 
 From the church through the echoing city, 
 When I was silent and you would talk? 
 
 Of another was cheerful and witty, 
 Whose laughter rang out to the stars far behind, 
 
 His heels on the pavement resounding, 
 Does he tread your light dreams as he crashed through 
 my mind 
 
 The coiled serpent, jealousy, wounding? 
 
 Or dost thou dream of the parting scene 
 
 In the boat by the turbid river. 
 When my thoughts were as sad as ever have been, 
 
 And your lips did speechless quiver. 
 And your cheeks were as leaves in the autumn wind. 
 
 That fade ere the frost has fallen? 
 A moment I deemed your eyes were blind. 
 
 With a flood their lids seemed swollen; 
 
 But the tears fell not, was it fancy vain. 
 Or did pride come to stay the twin torrents. 
 
 As the tides of the ocean full rivers restrain. 
 And stop the onflow of their currents. 
 
 These memories long have nourished my dreams, 
 
42 ATHSNAIOS 
 
 My musing moods have saddened, 
 Till thine image was bright with celestial gleams, 
 And my soul with doubts was maddened. 
 
 Oh, tell me, my love, shall my doubts now end, 
 
 Oh, render the grateful decision ! 
 Woe! Woe! as to wake her a hand I extend, 
 
 Love grins Death^s ghastly division! 
 
ATHJSNAIOS , 43 
 
 APOLLO AND HERMES 
 
 A newly found poem of Sappho. Literally rendered 
 in rhymed sapphics. 
 
 How, Apollo! what are you doing, Paean? 
 Milking cows, you ! Plain to my infant ken 'tis 
 Something's out of joint in the empyrean. 
 
 What is it, Prentice? 
 Are you bound for life to Admetos, Phoebus? 
 You and Father Zeus are at odds then ! Pity ! 
 Banish you! Olympos his hymn and glee boss? 
 
 Hair, too, so pretty! 
 Are your cows in milk? I'm a sucking baby; 
 Takes a sight to do me, I tell you, Leto's! 
 Mammy Maia sent me to buy or maybe 
 
 Borrow Admetos' 
 Gows: I'm growing fast and she wants to wean me. 
 — Buy or borrow! Steal is your errand, Maia's; 
 Off your tripod, Pythean, if you mean me, 
 
 Guileless your day as ! 
 
44 ATHMAIOS 
 
 What hast got to buy with or barter kine for? — 
 Got a singing tortoise, Admetos' herder, 
 Something you, I know, cannot help to pine for. 
 
 Once I have stirred her: 
 Listen! — Doesn't that shame your unwieldy phormiux? 
 Even your cows are charmed by it: eyes fixed, ears 
 
 pricked ; 
 This would tame them better than shoutings, stormings, 
 
 Or on 'em curs secked. 
 This is worth all Thessaly's herds of cattle, 
 Pastures thrown in, river Pencios, fountains; 
 Though I don't love wasting my time in prattle, 
 
 Throw in the mountains, 
 Ossa, even Olympos the Father's nod shakes! 
 All are not worth this tiny shell's sweet crooning, 
 Which of man the clod an immortal god makes, 
 
 Soul in attuning ! 
 But I'll give it only for these Admetos 
 Owns and you tend. That is a liberal offer; 
 We can get more. What do you say to us, Leto's? 
 
 No time to chaffer, 
 In a hurry! Want to get back to Pylos 
 Ere my mammy fidgets and gets uneasy ! 
 
ATHJSNAIOS ' 45 
 
 If you don't deal, Delian, 'twon't be my loss! 
 
 You will go crazy 
 If you miss this chance of recall to Olympos; 
 Some one else will get your position, chief of 
 Ghorus. You must forego the great gods' sympos, 
 
 Laurel leaf leave off ! 
 He will get it whoever gets this, be sure ! 
 Zeus loves music : thunder and winds and singing 
 Rain prove Father Zeus has a fine ear, demure 
 
 Though he in flinging 
 Lightnings lower. Much as I envy, brother, 
 Your high station, Uttle I'd relish seeing 
 Take your place in banquet and quive another, 
 
 Or with your neighing 
 Steeds careering ether. I must acknowledge 
 There is no one equal to you in driving, 
 Twanging bow or lyre in Olympos' college! 
 
 Only in wiving! — 
 —There now, no scurrility! tortoise seller, 
 Talk no more but hand me the shell; the kine are 
 Not mine! Nights are dark, though, and cow com- 
 peller 
 
 Saw never finer! 
 
46 ATHENAIOS 
 
 VETERAN'S REUNION 
 
 What have you come out for, to see with blind eyes, 
 What have you come out for, to hear with deaf ears? — 
 Not to see nor hear, but to be seen, he heard. 
 Feasted and flattered! 
 
 Hailed as heroes! comfort of body, spirit's 
 Glory ! Heroes ! mostly unwilling conscripts ! 
 Whom no rage of battle possessed but battle- 
 Ague infested ! 
 
 Mostly not worth feeding in wartime, much less 
 Now, when all you brayed for is gone, forgotten! — 
 — Frankly, then, you think we are arrant humbugs? — 
 Mostly as heroes , 
 
 Glory shuns the sectional feud whose name is 
 Cain — and Able — mutual — The ban — pair — brawl! 
 Praise enough for which were repentance, fasting, 
 Ashes and sackcloth. 
 
ATHSNAIOS , 47 
 
 Self-respect and dignity learn to stand on ! 
 Fitting pedestal for the shrunken body, 
 Knees no longer able to hustle and elbows 
 Palsied and flaccid. 
 
 What and where art thou, in the first encounter 
 Fratricidal fallen, my school and college- 
 Mate, Charles Dreux, whose splendid heroic form drew 
 Murder's secure aim? 
 
 What to your instructed intelligence the 
 Cause of dispute? What to traditions, studies. 
 Inspirations, eloquent odes Pindaric, 
 Conned and recited. 
 
 Liberty and Union, one and inseparable, in- 
 Dissoluble hailed? — Glory of war effaced all! 
 Was it sweet to die for a broken fragment? 
 Life was it all worth? 
 
 Pardon not of you will I ask who wont to 
 
 Give and take jokes, while of the rest why ask whose 
 
48 ATHENAIOS 
 
 Insignificance for a long life saved them? 
 Dreux, you are laughing? 
 
 Sweetly, gaily, just as you laughed in old days 
 Over disappointments in love or empty 
 Pockets, common troubles, of both of which free. 
 What can you want more? 
 
 Me to laugh with maybe or at divinely! 
 My 'to laugh' is all that is left me living, 
 Which I hope to carry, deceasing, where you 
 Laugh at immortals. 
 
ATHENA 10 S ■ 49 
 
 EPISTLE TO 
 
 United States Senator from Missouri. 
 
 Old friend, whom I loved and admired in a past that is 
 
 long dead and buried, 
 I know that your memory keeps some image of me, but 
 
 I'm worried, 
 Whether to think the remembrance is one you would 
 
 willingly cherish, 
 Or a pestilent dream and beset with regrets you would 
 
 rather let perish. 
 
 Not to say that I have any doubt of your truth and 
 
 sincerity, friend, 
 But because I have long been persuaded that from 
 
 beginning to end 
 Of our two years' acquaintance I was furiously mad 
 
 as a Bachant, 
 Either crazy with drink or as crazy for drink as for 
 
 Jesus a black aunt, 
 
50 ATHENAIOS 
 
 And you among others I smote with my thyrsus and 
 
 drove to the mountains, 
 Away from the distaff and loom, Themis that is, and 
 
 Judge Monroe's fountains 
 Of saHva and law, frothed forth with a splutter and 
 
 splash to be quaffed 
 Both law and the rheum by the floor while at Barrow's 
 
 noprofile we laughed; 
 
 Or .at Bermudez, fresh from Confession and pure as the 
 
 Immaculate Virgin, 
 And Dreux, busy caricaturing his dear cousin's text 
 
 in the margin. 
 To think it is fifty odd years, years crowded with 
 
 marvellous changes 
 And out of the mountain of rubbish my memory picks 
 
 and arranges; 
 
 This picture, features, eye flashes or staid looks of one 
 
 and another; 
 Voices only are wanting and laughter the breath of 
 
 the scene to unsmother; 
 
ATHENAIOS , 51 
 
 Given these and the past face to face with the present 
 
 would stand and my youth 
 Would acknowledge my age with a blush and my age 
 
 be ashamed of the truth ! 
 
 Where is all of my promise, my youth might say, 
 
 where are all of my hopes? 
 Where the deeds of renown, where the works that will 
 
 live, where of friends are the troops? 
 With neither a wife nor an heir and not even gold in 
 
 your purse, 
 It is time you were quitting the scene, old boy, and 
 
 were mounting your hearse. 
 
 What apology lame my age to my youth might attempt, 
 
 it were vain 
 To discovering ears to repeat and to me were renewal 
 
 of pain — 
 Enough, that among our Ilion's ruins the old fire 
 
 smoulders, 
 And sends up a flash now and then from its ashes to 
 
 friendly beholders. 
 
52 ATHENA 10 S 
 
 As clearly as Ilion^s chieftain, alas, in my mind and 
 
 my heart, 
 I saw and foretold the event of the appeal to arms 
 
 from the start ! 
 For I had no faith in the cause nor valued the causes 
 
 an as 
 Bible slavery bosh and bigoted hatred of section and 
 
 class. 
 
 But as fools were determined to play it and life to me 
 
 wanted an aim, 
 I gave up my forespent youth and my hopes forlorn 
 
 to the game. 
 And went like Amphiaraos in spite of my prophecies. 
 But returned to drain the bitter jar to its bitterest 
 
 lees! 
 
 Let others in fool-smoke dote or in glorious moon- 
 shine bask, 
 
 To forget it all, though I be forgot, is the blessing I 
 ask! 
 
 Rank heresy, no doubt, and ranker of course in me, 
 
 A faulty private, than in the faultless General Lee, 
 
ATHENA 10 S 53 
 
 SAPPHO'S ODE TO APHRODITE. 
 
 Broidered throne enjoying, Aphrodite, 
 Zeus his daughter, weaver of wiles, I pray thee, 
 Do not break with cares and distress, immortal 
 Mistress, my spirit ! 
 
 Nay, come hither, if ever before has hearkened, 
 Hearing voice of mine from afar, and thy sire's 
 Golden mansion leaving obedient came'st thy 
 Chariot yoking. 
 
 Then thy swift-wing'd beautiful sparrows drew thee 
 Tow'rds the black earth, whirling with rapid pinions 
 Down from heaven through ether between. Instantly 
 Did they appear when 
 
 Thou, blest one, smiling with mien immortal. 
 Asked me what I suffered, why called and what I 
 Wished to happen presently for my soul's sake 
 Maddened with passion, 
 
54 ATHENA 10 S 
 
 Whom dost vainly endeavor with sly persuasion 
 Into love's net cunningly woven luring, 
 Helpless to entangle, and who, unhappy 
 Sappho, offends thee? 
 
 If he flee he shall very quickly follow, 
 If he gifts accept not, but gifts shall offer. 
 If he love not now, he will quickly love thee, 
 Not even wishing. 
 
 Come to me, now, also, my soul set free from 
 Gruel cares, whatever it desires amain done. 
 Do amain, and with me thyself arraying, 
 Thou my ally be. 
 
ATHENA 10 S 55 
 
 THE SAME TO ONE BELOVED 
 
 Seems to me the equal of gods the man who 
 Opposite thee sits and intently listens 
 To thee who art talking in dulcet tones and 
 Lovingly laughing. 
 
 Sight of this my heart in my bosom crazes: 
 For no sooner do I behold thee than voice 
 Fails me, breaks and falters my tongue and straight- 
 way 
 
 Under my skin runs 
 
 Subtle fire; my eyes are bereft of seeing, 
 Buzzings stop my ears and a cold sweat pours down, 
 Trembling me all over possesses, paler 
 Am I than grass and 
 
 Wanting little of dying myself seem nothing! 
 Still must all be borne, for a poor one must not 
 
56 ATHENA 10 S 
 
 Ease indulge nor soften which Kings and cities 
 Happy, has ruined. 
 
 Note: — The ode is completed in the sense of the 
 last stanza of the imitation by Catullus, greekly as 
 follows : 
 
 ^aivo/MiL [ovSev] 
 *AXA.a TTOV ToXfJMTOV irrh irivrjTa 
 \0v irp€Tr€i(r)(o\y /xaXaKt^ea-dai fAv 
 [Out' dydXXecrS^ rf ^acriXcts TrdAas t' cv- 
 [8at/xovas ctA.e].'^ 
 
 *The brackets indicate the lines I have supplied 
 from the Latin of Catullus. The * 'ovSeV ' ' is my own 
 conjecture in place of other guesses of editors. 
 
 R. D. WiNDES, Author. 
 
ATH^NAIOS ' 57 
 
 ALCAEUS TO SAPPHO. 
 
 Violet tressed, heaven blest, sweet mouthed Sappho! 
 
 Something I wish to say but shame withholds me; 
 
 Not love, although such love of mine infolds thee 
 As all owe thee who aught the Muses owe, 
 Love, more than half of which is awe and fear, 
 
 Such as we feel for gods and goddesses! 
 
 That other love no more my heart can tease; 
 Wherefore I'm sad and glad and laugh a tear. 
 
 AXxaio?. 
 
 March 30, '11. R. D. W. 
 
58 ath£naios 
 
 FROM THE FRENCH 
 
 Du vingt septieme an au soixante douzieme 
 
 Jour luit, et comme alors je t'ai vu voila meme! 
 
 Jeune rose arrosee, aussi douce en pensee, 
 
 Qu^alors aux yeux ravis; si pourraient se changer, 
 
 Geux mes ans parlerai j ' et tu saurais ici ; 
 
 Prete tu la Toreille a ce moment, b6nie? 
 
 A light from twenty-seven on seventy-two 
 Flashes! and I behold thee as I then 
 Beheld; a rose still fresh with morning dew, 
 To memory sweet as to my ravished ken; 
 Could these my years be but revised, at least 
 I'd speak and thou woulds't know. Dost hear now, 
 blest? 
 
 Qu'ai-je fait? Qu'ai-j'appris? Le temps est si rapide: 
 L'enfant marche joyeux sans songeant au chemin, 
 II le croit infini, n'en voyant pas la fin, 
 
AT H EN A 10 S , 59 
 
 Tout a coup il rencontre une source limpide: 
 
 II s'arrete, il se penche, il s'y voit — un vieillard! 
 
 What have I done? What have I learnt? Swift is 
 
 Time's wing! 
 The child fares forth in joy without a thought to spend 
 On road he thinks is endless, seeing not the end; 
 All at once, brought up short before a limpid spring, 
 He halts, he stoops, he sees himself there — an old man! 
 
60 athEnaios 
 
 THE SCALAWAG'S OWN OBITUARY 
 
 Be it I\jiown and sung and said, 
 
 That a great man here is laid! 
 
 Thorn in full is my name's middle; 
 
 I could run and dance and fiddle 
 
 Till I quit these for the stump, 
 
 Big words bolted raw to pump. 
 
 Something to say or without. 
 
 Thought or no thought I could spout, 
 
 Folks scorn what they understand; 
 
 What they do not they think grand: 
 
 Thus it was they made me judge. 
 
 What if law\^ers did cry, fudge ! 
 
 Making Hght of my small law. 
 
 Them I smote with heavy paw! 
 
 When the war came I was for it. 
 
 Lifting up my voice to war it. 
 
 Offering on my country's altar 
 
 Words, brave words, that did not falter; 
 
 But my own judicious self, 
 
ATHENAIOS 61 
 
 Snugly filed upon a shelf, 
 
 In the Bench's citadel, 
 
 Out of reach of shot and shell. 
 
 Kept a sneaking diary. 
 
 Of what little it could see. 
 
 Sweet it is to the wise soul. 
 
 Sang Lucretius, others' dole; 
 
 Fruit of folly and short sight. 
 
 To behold from wisdom's height. 
 
 Sweet it is while others fight. 
 
 Safe at home to sit and write; 
 
 Sweet it is to catch the tide. 
 
 And to harbor safely ride: 
 
 But the sweetest thing of all 
 
 Is to rise though country fall! 
 
 "When war's deadly blast was blown," 
 
 Then my wisdom brightly shone; 
 
 Bidding my old friends good-bye 
 
 Where they helpless seemed to lie, 
 
 With that side I cast my lot. 
 
 Where was something to be got! 
 
 Left the country -town and court, 
 
 Left the country and its sport, 
 
62 ATHENAIOS 
 
 Labor by the farmer chased, 
 And the farmer Bureaucracies; 
 Sought the city rich and blest, 
 Fat with compound interest ! 
 The honest merchants' spoils of war. 
 Gleaned behind the Conqueror's car 
 Harvest of no-harvest years ! 
 Land and life and blood and tears 
 Counted in the merchant's box 
 By the tickings of his clocks. — 
 Boldly in the fine chaos, 
 Booming with the country's loss. 
 Launched I forth and by odd luck 
 And by cunning hook or crook 
 Reached again the Bench's port! 
 But my time was all too short — 
 Came the reckoning and, alas! 
 Overboard without a mass 
 Mixed with nigger and Carpet Bag, 
 Went Judge Thorn, the Scalawag! 
 And who now may chance to stroll 
 Near a dirty, stinking hole 
 Somewhere in a Southern plain, 
 
ATHENAIOS > 63 
 
 Needs must hear my ghost's refrain: 
 "Come, my faithful friends of yore, 
 Gome, and make me Judge once more; 
 I'm the same I was before!" 
 Echo answers: "Same, bad sore 
 Of the pettifogging corps." 
 Still my dirge will I croon, 
 Though I only bay the moon. 
 
64 ATHENA 10 S 
 
 CALLED BACK. 
 
 A buck eye at my head and a white ash at my feet, 
 
 Both on the point of bursting into bloom complete, 
 
 And I lay dead, I dreamt, and buried under ground; 
 
 When one with solemn pace did come and looks pro- 
 found. 
 
 Who stood beside my grave and sighed and gravely 
 said: 
 
 " This wretched man that was, is dead, is dead, is dead! 
 
 Is dead fourfold! Body and soul and name and race! 
 
 Nothing can help him now, not even Almighty Grace!" 
 
 So spoke, but the trees broke into purple and silver 
 laughter. 
 
 Which caught me and wafted back from under Hades' 
 rafter. 
 
NOV 12 1912