The Wild Knight and Other Poems eBook

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THE WILD KNIGHT

Another tattered rhymster in the ring,
  With but the old plea to the sneering schools,
That on him too, some secret night in spring
  Came the old frenzy of a hundred fools

To make some thing:  the old want dark and deep,
  The thirst of men, the hunger of the stars,
Since first it tinged even the Eternal’s sleep,
  With monstrous dreams of trees and towns and mars.

When all He made for the first time He saw,
  Scattering stars as misers shake their pelf. 
Then in the last strange wrath broke His own law,
  And made a graven image of Himself._

BY THE BABE UNBORN

If trees were tall and grasses short,
  As in some crazy tale,
If here and there a sea were blue
  Beyond the breaking pale,

If a fixed fire hung in the air
  To warm me one day through,
If deep green hair grew on great hills,
  I know what I should do.

In dark I lie:  dreaming that there
  Are great eyes cold or kind,
And twisted streets and silent doors,
  And living men behind.

Let storm-clouds come:  better an hour,
  And leave to weep and fight,
Than all the ages I have ruled
  The empires of the night.

I think that if they gave me leave
  Within that world to stand,
I would be good through all the day
  I spent in fairyland.

They should not hear a word from me
  Of selfishness or scorn,
If only I could find the door,
  If only I were born.

THE WORLD’S LOVER

My eyes are full of lonely mirth: 
  Reeling with want and worn with scars,
For pride of every stone on earth,
  I shake my spear at all the stars.

A live bat beats my crest above,
  Lean foxes nose where I have trod,
And on my naked face the love
  Which is the loneliness of God.

Outlawed:  since that great day gone by—­
  When before prince and pope and queen
I stood and spoke a blasphemy—­
  ‘Behold the summer leaves are green.’

They cursed me:  what was that to me
  Who in that summer darkness furled,
With but an owl and snail to see,
  Had blessed and conquered all the world?

They bound me to the scourging-stake,
  They laid their whips of thorn on me;
I wept to see the green rods break,
  Though blood be beautiful to see.

Beneath the gallows’ foot abhorred
  The crowds cry ‘Crucify!’ and ‘Kill!’
Higher the priests sing, ’Praise the Lord,
  The warlock dies’; and higher still

Shall heaven and earth hear one cry sent
  Even from the hideous gibbet height,
’Praise to the Lord Omnipotent,
  The vultures have a feast to-night.’

THE SKELETON

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