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THE EARTHLY PARADISE.
Author of The Life and Death of Jason.
London: F. S. Ellis, 33 King Street, Coven t Garden.
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Strangewavs and Walden, Printers,
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JUNIVERSli i OF CALIFORNIA
The Golden Apples , .
The Foste7'ing of Aslaiig
Bellerophon at A rgos .
The Ring given to Venus .
Bellerophon in Lycia .
The Hill of Venus
THE EARTHLY PARADISE.
DEAD lonely night and all streets quiet now,
Thin o'er the moon the hindmost cloud swims
Of that great rack that brought us up the snow ;
On earth strange shadows o'er the snow are cast ;
Pale stars, bright moon, swift cloud make heaven so vast
That earth left silent by the wind of night
Seems shrunken 'neath the grey unmeasured height.
Ah ! through the hush the looked-for midnight clangs !
And then, e'en while its last stroke's solemn drone
In the cold air by unlit windows hangs,
Out break the bells above the year foredone,
Change, kindness lost, love left unloved alone ;
Till their despairing sweetness makes thee deem
Thou once wert loved, if but amidst a dream.
O thou who clingest still to life and love,
Though nought of good, no God thou mayst discern,
Though nought that is, thine utmost woe can move,
Though no soul knows wherewith thine heart doth yearn.
Yet, since thy weary lips no curse can learn,
Cast no least thing thou lovedst once away,
Since yet perchance thine eyes shall see the day.
DECEMBER came, with mirth men needs must
E'en for the empty days and leisures' sake
That earth's cold leaden sleep doth bring ; so there
Our elders sat within the guest-hall fair,
Not looking older for the snow without ;
Cheery enough ; remembering not old doubt,
A gnawing pain once, grown too hard to bear.
And so cast by ; not thinking of old fear,
That conquering once, e'en with its victory
Must fade away, and, like all things else, die.
Not thinking of much else than that they had
Enough of life to make them somewhat glad
When all went well with them.
Now so it fell
That mariners were there, who 'gan to tell
Mishaps betid upon the winter seas.
Which set some younger men amidst of these
To ask the Wanderers of their voyage vain.
As knowing scarce the tale thereof Small pain
It gave them now to answer : yet belike
On the old men, their hosts, the thing did strike
In jarring wise, this turning o'er and o'er
Of memories once so bitter sharp and sore :
Wherefore at last an elder said, " Let be,
My masters ! if about the troublous sea
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Ye needs must hear, hearken a tale once told
By kin of ours in the dim days of old,
Whose thoughts when turning to a peaceful home
Unto this very west of ours must come â€”
â€” Scarce causelessly meseems when all is said,
And I remember that years bow my head.
And not the trouble of those days of war,
Of loss and wrong that in old stories are."
THE GOLDEN APPLES.
This tale tells of the voyage of a ship of Tyre, that, against the
will of the shipmen, bore Hercules to an unknown land of
the West, that he might accomplish a task laid on him by
AS many as tlie leaves fall from the tree,
From the world's life the years are fallen away
Since King Eurystheus sat in majesty
In fair Mycenae ; midmost of whose day
It once befell that in a quiet bay
A ship of Tyre was swinging nigh the shore,
Her folk for sailing handling rope and oar.
Fresh was the summer morn, a soft wind stole
Down from the sheep-browsed slopes the cliffs that
And ruffled lightly the long gleaming roll
Of the peaceful sea, and bore along the sound
Of shepherd-folk and sheep and questing hound ;
For in the first dip of the hillside there
Lay bosomed 'mid its trees a homestead fair.
Amid regrets for last night, when the moon,
Risen on the soft dusk, shone on maidens' feet
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Brushing the gold-heart Hlies to the tune
Of pipes complaining, o'er the grass down-beat
That mixed with dewy flowers its odour sweet,
The shipmen laboured, till the sail unfurled
Swung round the prow to meet another world.
But ere the anchor had come home, a shout
Rang from the strand, as though the ship were hailed.
Whereat the master bade them stay, in doubt
That they without some needful thing had sailed ;
When, lo ! from where the cliffs' steep grey sides failed
Into a ragged stony slip, came twain
Who seemed in haste the ready keel to gain.
Soon they drew nigh, and he who first came down
Unto the surf was a man huge of limb.
Grey-eyed, with crisp-curled hair 'tvvixt black and brown,
Wlio had a lion's skin cast over him,
So wTought with gold that the fell showed but dim
Betwixt the threads, and in his hand he bore
A mighty club with bands of steel done o'er.
Panting there followed him a grey old man,
Bearing a long staff, clad in gown of blue,
Feeble of aspect, hollow-cheeked and wan,
Who when unto his fellow's side he drew,
Said faintly : " Now, do that which thou shouldst do :
This is the ship." Then in the other's eye
A smile gleamed, and he spake out merrily :
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" Masters, folk tell me that ye make for Tyre,
And after that still nearer to the sun ;
And since Fate bids me look to die by fire,
Fain am I, ere my worldly day be done,
To know what from earth's hottest can be won ;
And this old man, my kinsman, would with me.
How say ye, will ye bear us o'er the sea?"
"What is thy name?" the master said : "And know
That we are merchants, and for nought give nought ;
What wilt thou pay? â€” thou seem'st full rich, I trow."
The old man muttered, stooped adown and caught
At something in the sand : " E'en so I thought,"
The younger said, "when I set out from home â€”
As to my name, perchance in days to come
" Thou shalt know that â€” but have heed, take this
And call me the Strong Man." And as he spake
The master's deep-brown eyes 'gan gleam with joy.
For from his arm a huge ring did he take.
And cast it on the deck, where it did break
A water-jar, and in the wet shards lay
Golden, and gleaming like the end of day.
But the old man held out a withered hand.
Wherein there shone two pearls most gi-eat and fair,
And said, " If any nigher I might stand.
Then might'st thou see the things I give thee here â€”
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And for name â€” a many names I bear,
But call me Shepherd of the Shore this tide,
And for more knowledge with a good will bide."
From one to the other turned the master's eyes ;
The Strong Man laughed as at some hidden jest,
And wild doubts in the shipman's heart did rise ;
But thinking on the thing, he deemed it best
To bid them come aboard, and take such rest
As they might have of the untrusty sea,
'Mid men who trusty fellows still should be.
Then no more words the Strong Man made, but
Caught up the elder in his arms, and so,
Making no whit of all that added weight,
Strode to the ship, right through the breakers low,
And catching at the rope that they did throw
Out toward his hand, swung up into the ship :
Then did the master let the hawser slip.
The shapely prow cleft the wet mead and green,
And ^vondering drew the shipmen round to gaze
Upon those limbs, the mightiest ever seen ;
And many deemed it no light thing to face
The splendour of his eyen, though they did blaze
With no wrath now, no hate for them to dread,
As seaward 'twixt the summer isles they sped.
THE GOLDEN APPLES.
Freshened the wind, but ever fair it blew
Unto the south-east ; but as failed the land,
Unto the plunging prow the Strong Man drew,
And silent, gazing with wide eyes did stand,
As though his heart found rest ; but 'mid the band
Of shipmen in the stern the old man sat,
Telling them tales that iio man there forgat.
As one who had beheld, he told them there
Of the sweet singer, who, for his song's sake.
The dolphins back from choking death did bear ;
How in the mid sea did the vine outbreak
O'er that ill bark when Bacchus 'gan to wake ;
How anigh Cyprus, ruddy with the rose
The cold sea grew as any June-loved close :
While on the flowery shore all things alive
Grew faint with sense of birth of some delight,
And the nymphs waited trembling there, to give
Glad welcome to the glory of that sight :
He paused then, ere he told how, wild and white,
Rose ocean, breaking o'er a race accurst,
A world once good, now come unto its worst.
And then he smiled, and said, " And yet ye won.
Ye men, and tremble not on days like these,
Nor think with what a mind Prometheus' son
Beheld the last of the torn reeling trees
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From high Parnassus : slipping through the seas
Ye never think, ye men-folk, how ye seem
From down below through the green waters' gleam."
Dusk was it now when these last words he said.
And little of his visage might they see.
But o'er their hearts stole vague and troublous dread,
They knew not why ; yet ever quietly
They sailed that night ; nor might a morning be
Fairer than was the next morn ; and they went
Along their due course after their intent.
The fourth day, about sunrise, from the mast
The watch cried out he saw Phoenician land \
Whereat the Strong Man on the elder cast
A look askance, and he straight took his stand
Anigh the prow, and gazed beneath his hand
Upon the low sun and the scarce-seen shore,
Till cloud-flecks rose, and gathered and drew o'er.
The morn grown cold ; then small rain 'gan to fall,
And all the wind dropped dead, and hearts of men
Sank, and their bark seemed helpless now and small ;
Then suddenly the wind 'gan moan again ;
Sails flapped, and ropes beat wild about ; and then
DoA\Ti came the great east wind ; and the ship ran
Straining, heeled o'er, through seas all changed and
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Westward, scarce knowing night from day, they
Through sea and sky grown one; the Strong Man
With mighty hands, and seemed a god to save 3
But on the prow, heeding all weather nought,
The elder stood, nor any prop he sought.
But swayed to the ship's wallowing, as on wings
He there were set above the wrack of things.
And westward still they drave ; and if they saw
Land upon either side, as on they sped,
'Twas but as faces in a dream may draw
Anigh, and fade, and leave nought in their stead ;
And in the shipmen's hearts grew heavy dread
To sick despair ; they deemed they should drive on
Till the world's edge and empty space were won.
But 'neath the Strong Man's eyes e'en as they might
They toiled on still ; and he sang to the wind,
And spread his arms to meet the waters white,
As o'er the deck they tumbled, making blind
The brine-drenched shipmen ; nor with eye unkind
He gazed up at the lightning ; nor would frown
When o'er the wet waste Jove's bolt rattled down.
And they, who at the last had come to think
Their guests were very gods, with all their fear
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Feared nought belike that their good ship would sink
Amid the storm ; but rather looked to hear
The last moan of the \vind that them should bear
Into the windless stream of ocean grey,
Where they should float till dead was every day.
Yet their fear mocked them \ for the storm 'gan die
About the tenth day, though unto the west
They drave on still ; soon fair and quietly
The morn would break ; and though amid their rest
Nought but long evil wandering seemed the best
That they might hope for ; still, despite their dread.
Sweet was the quiet sea and goodlihead
Of the bright sun at last come back again ;
And as the days passed, less and less fear grew,
If without cause, till faded all their pain ;
And they 'gan turn unto their guests anew.
Yet durst ask nought of what that evil drew
Upon their heads ; or of returning speak.
Happy they felt, but listless, spent, and weak.
And now as at the first the elder was.
And sat and told them tales of yore agone ;
But ever the Strong Man up and dowm would pass
About the deck, or on the prow alone
Would stand and stare out westward \ and still on
Through a fair summer sea they went, nor thought
Of what would come when these days turned to nought.
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And now when twenty days were well passed o'er
They made a new land; cloudy mountains high
Rose from the sea at first ; then a green shore
Spread fair below them : as they drew anigh
No sloping, stony strand could they espy,
And no surf breaking ; the green sea and wide
Wherethrough they slipped was driven by no tide.
Dark fell ere they might set their eager feet
Upon the shore ; but night-long their ship lay
As in a deep stream, by the blossoms sweet
That flecked the grass whence flowers ne'er passed
But when the cloud-barred east brought back the day.
And turned the western mountain-tops to gold,
Fresh fear the shipmen in their bark did hold.
For as a dream seemed all ; too fair for those
Who needs must die ; moreover they could see,
A furlong off", 'twixt apple-tree and rose,
A brazen wall that gleamed out wondrously
In the young sun, and seemed right long to be ;
And memory of all marvels lay upon
Their shrinking hearts now this sweet place was won.
But when unto the nameless guests they turned,
Who stood together nigh the plank shot out
Shoreward, within the Strong Man's eyes there burned
A wild light, as the other one in doubt
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He eyed a moment ; then with a great shout
Leaped into the blossomed grass ; the echoes rolled
Back from the hills, harsh still and over-bold.
Slowly the old man followed him, and still
The crew held back : they knew now they were
Over the sea the purpose to fulfil
Of these strange men ; and in their hearts they thought,
" Perchance we yet shall live, if, meddling nought
With dreams, we bide here till these twain come back ;
But prying eyes the fire-blast seldom lack. "
Yet 'mongst them were two fellows bold and young,
Who, looking each upon the other's face.
Their hearts to meet the unknown danger strung,
And went ashore, and at a gentle pace
Followed the strangers, who unto the place
\Vhere the wall gleamed had turned ; peace and desire
Mingled together in their hearts, as nigher
They drew unto that wall, and dulled their fear :
Fair wrought it was, as though with bricks of brass ;
And images upon its face there were,
Stories of things a long while come to pass :
Nor that alone â€” as looking in a glass
Its maker knew the tales of what should be.
And wrought them there for bird and beast to see.
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So on they went ; the many birds sang sweet
Through all that blossomed thicket from above,
And unknown flowers bent down before their feet ;
The very air, cleft by the grey-winged dove,
Throbbed with sweet scent, and smote their souls
Slowly they went till those twain stayed before
A strangely-wrought and iron-covered door.
They stayed, too, till o'er noise of wind, and bird.
And falling flower, there rang a mighty shout
As the Strong Man his steel- bound club upreared.
And drave it 'gainst the hammered iron stout,
"Where 'neath his blows flew bolt and rivet out.
Till shattered on the ground the great door lay,
And into the guarded place bright poured the day.
The Strong Man entered, but his fellow stayed.
Leaning against a tree-trunk as they deemed.
They faltered now, and yet all things being weighed
Went on again ; and thought they must have dreamed
Of the old man, for now the sunlight streamed
Full on the tree he had been leaning on.
And him they saw not go, yet was he gone :
Only a slim green lizard flitted there
Amidst the dry leaves ; him they noted nought,
But trembling, through the doorway 'gan to peer.
And still of strange and dreadful saw not aught,
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Only a garden fair beyond all thought.
And there, 'tsvixt sun and shade, the Strong Man went
On some long-sought-for end belike intent.
They 'gan to follow douoi a narrow way
Of green-sward that the lilies trembled o'er,
And whereon thick the scattered rose-leaves lay \
But a great wonder weighed upon them sore.
And well they thought they should return no more,
Yet scarce a pain that seemed ; they looked to meet
Before they died things strange and fair and sweet.
So still to right and left the Strong Man thrust
The blossomed boughs, and passed on steadily,
As though his hardy heart he well did trust.
Till in a while he gave a joyous cry.
And hastened on, as though the end drew nigh ;
And women's voices then they deemed they heard,
Mixed Avith a noise that made desire afeard.
Yet through sweet scents and sounds on did they
Their panting hearts, till the path ended now
In a wide space of green, a streamlet clear
From out a marble basin there did flow,
And close by that a slim-trunked tree did grow,
And on a bough low o'er the water cold
There hung three apples of red-gleaming gold.
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About the tree, new risen e'en now to meet
The shining presence of that mighty one,
Three damsels stood, naked from head to feet
Save for the glory of their hair, where sun
And shadow flickered, while the wind did run
Through the grey leaves o'erhead, and shook the grass
Where nigh their feet the wandering bee did pass.
But 'midst their delicate limbs and all around
The tree-roots, gleaming blue black could they see
The spires of a great serpent, that, enwound
About the smooth bole, looked forth threateningly,
With glittering eyes and raised crest, o'er the three
Fair heads fresh crowned, and hissed above the speech
Wherewith they murmured softly each to each.
Now the Strong Man amid the green space stayed,
And, leaning on his club, Avith eager eyes
But brow yet smooth, in voice yet friendly said :
" O daughters of old Hesperus the Wise,
Well have ye held your guard here ; but time tries
The very will of gods, and to my hand
Must give this day the gold fruit of your land."
Then spake the first maid â€” sweet as the west wind
Amidst of summer noon her sweet voice was :
" Ah, me ! what knows this place of changing mind
Of men or gods ; here shall long ages pass,
And clean forget thy feet upon the grass,
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Thy hapless bones amid the fruitful mould ;
Look at thy death envenomed swift and cold ! "
Hiding new flowers, the dull coils, as she spake,
Moved near her limbs : but then the second one.
In such a voice as when the morn doth wake
To song of birds, said, " When the world foredone
Has moaned its last, still shall we dwell alone
Beneath this bough, and have no tales to tell
Of things deemed great that on the earth befell."
Then spake the third, in voice as of the flute
That wakes the maiden to her wedding morn :
" If any god should gain our golden fruit.
Its curse would make his deathless life forlorn.
Lament thou, then, that ever thou wert born ;
Yet all things, changed by joy or loss or pain.
To what they were shall change and change again."
" So be it," he said, " the Fates that drive me on
Shall slay me or shall save ; blessing or curse
That followeth after when the thing is won
Shall make my work no better now nor worse ;
And if it be that the world's heart must nurse
Hatred against me, how then shall I choose
To leave or take? â€” let your dread servant loose !"
E'en therewith, like a pillar of black smoke,
Swift, shifting ever, drave the worm at him ;
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In deadly silence now that nothing broke,
Its folds were writhing round him trunk and limb,
Until his glittering gear was nought but dim
E'en in that sunshine, while his head and side
And breast the fork-tongued, pointed muzzle tried.
Closer the coils drew, quicker all about
The forked tongue darted, and yet stiff he stood.
E'en as an oak that sees the straw flare out
And lick its ancient bole for little good :
Until the godlike fury of his mood
Burst from his heart in one great shattering cry,
And rattling down the loosened coils did lie ;
And from the torn throat and crushed dreadful head
Forth flowed a stream of blood along the grass ;
Bright in the sun he stood above the dead.
Panting with fury ; yet as ever was
The wont of him, soon did his anger pass.
And with a happy smile at last he turned
To where the apples o'er the water burned.
Silent and moveless ever stood the three ;
No change came o'er their faces, as his hand
Was stretched aloft unto the sacred tree ;
Nor shrank they aught aback, though he did stand
So close that tresses of their bright liair, fanned
By the sweet garden breeze, lay light on him.
And his gold fell brushed by them breast and limb.
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He drew adown the wind-stirred bougli, and took
The apples thence ; then let it spring away,
And from his brow the dark hair backward shook,
And said : " O sweet, O fair, and shall this day
A curse upon my life hencefonvard lay â€”
This day alone ? Methinks of coming life
Somewhat I know, with all its loss and strife.
" But this I know, at least : the world shall wend
Upon its way, and, gathering joy and grief
And deeds done, bear them with it to the end ;
So shall it, though I lie as last year's leaf
Lies 'neath a summer tree, at least receive
My life gone by, and store it, with the gain
That men alive call striving, wrong, and pain.
" So for my part I rather bless than curse.
And bless this fateful land ; good be with it ;
Nor for this deadly thing's death is it worse,
Nor for the lack of gold ; still shall ye sit
Watching the swallow o'er the daisies flit ;
Still shall your wandering limbs ere day is done
Make dawn desired by the sinking sun.
" And now, behold ! in memory of all this
Take ye this girdle that shall waste and fade
As fadeth not your fairness and your bliss,
That when hereafter 'mid the blossoms laid
Ye talk of days and men now nothing made,
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Ye may remember how the Theban man,
The son of Jove, came o'er the waters Avan."
Their faces changed not aught for all they heard ;
As though all things now fully told out were,
They gazed upon him without any word :
Ah ! craving kindness, hope, or loving care.
Their fairness scarcely could have made more fair,
As with the apples folded in his fell
He went, to do more deeds for folk to tell.
Now as the girdle on the ground was cast
Those fellows turned and hurried toward the door,
And as across its broken leaves they passed
The old man saw they not, e'en as before ;
But an unearthed blind mole bewildered sore
Was wandering there in fruitless, aimless wise.
That got small heed from their full-sated eyes.
Swift gat they to their anxious folk ; nor had
More time than just to say, " Be of good cheer.
For in our own land may we yet be glad,"
When they beheld the guests a-drawing near ;
And much bewildered the two fellows were
To see the old man, and must even deem
That they should see things stranger than a dream.
But when they were aboard the elder cried,
" Up sails, my masters, fair now is the wind ;
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Nor good it is too long here to abide,
Lest what ye may not loose your souls should bind."
And as he spake, the tall trees left behind
Stirred wnth the rising land-wind, and the crew.
Joyous thereat, the hawsers shipward drew,
Suaft sped the ship, and glad at heart were all,
And the Strong Man was merry with the rest,
And from the elder's lips no word did fall
That did not seem to promise all the best ;
Yet with a certain awe were men oppressed.
And felt as if their inmost hearts were bare,
And each man's secret babbled through the air.
Still oft the old man sat with them and told
Tales of past time, as on the outward way ;
And now would they the face of him behold