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i〃Flames through the dust��
And dares��
And flings you back your scorn��
Come�察�face to face�察�and slay me if you will��
But not until you've felt the weight
Of all betricked humanity's contempt
In one bold blow��
Speak forth a Reason�察�and I will answer it��
Yes�察�to your faces I will answer it��
Come garmented in flesh and I will fight with you��
Yes�察�in your faces will I smite you�察�gods��
Coward gods and tricksters that set traps
In paradise��
Far gods that hedge yourselves about with silence
And with distance��
That mock men from the unscalable escarpments of
your Heavens。;
Thus I raved�察�being mad。
I had no sooner finished speaking than I felt
The darkness fluttered by approaching feet��
And the silence was burned through by trembling
flames of sound��
And I was 'ware that Something stood by me。
And with a shout I leapt and grasped that Being��
And the Thing grasped me。
We came to wrestling grips��
And back and forth we swayed��
Hand seeking throat�察�and crook'd knee seeking
To encrook unwary leg��
And spread toes grasping the uneven ground��
The strained breast muscles cracked and creaked��
The sweat ran in my eyes��
The plagued breath sobbed and whistled through
my throat��
I tasted blood�察�and strangled�察�but still struggled
on
The stars above me danced in swarms like yellow
bees��
The shaken moonlight writhed upon the rocks��
But at the last I felt his breathing weaker grow��
The tense limbs grow less tense��
And with a bursting cry I bent his head right
back��
Back�察�back�察�until
I heard his neck bones snap��
His spine crunched in my grip��
I flung him to the earth and knelt upon his breast
And listened till the fluttering pulse was stilled。
Man�察�god�察�or devil�察�I had wrenched the life from
him��
And lo��even as he died
The moonlight failed above the vale��
And somehow�察�sure�察�I know now how��
Between the rifted rocks the great Sun struck
A finger down the cliff�察�and that red beam
Lay sharp across the face of him that I had slain��
And in that light I read the answer of the silent
gods
Unto my cursed´out prayer��
For he that lay upon the ground wasI��
I understood the lesson then��
It was myself that lay there dead��
Yes�察�I had slain my Self。
THE REBEL
No doubt the ordered worlds speed on
With purpose in their wings��
No doubt the ordered songs are sweet
Each worthy angel sings��
And doubtless it is wise to heed
The ordered words of Kings��
But how the heart leaps up to greet
The headlong�察�rebel flight��
Whenas some reckless meteor
Blazes across the night��
Some cometByronLucifer
Has dared to Be�察�and fight��
No doubt but it is safe to dwell
Where ordered duties are��
No doubt the cherubs earn their wage
Who wind each ticking star��
No doubt the system is quite right��
Sane�察�ordered�察�regular��
But how the rebel fires the soul
Who dares the strong gods' ire��
Each Byron��Shelley��Lucifer��
And all the outcast choir
That chant when some Prometheus
Leaps up to steal Jove's fire��
THE CHILD AND THE MILL
BETTER a pauper�察�penniless�察�asleep on the kindly
sod
Better a gipsy�察�houseless�察�but near to the heart
of God��
That beats for ears not dulled by the clanking
wheels of care
Better starvation and freedom�察�hope and the good
fresh air
Than death to the Something in him that was
born to laugh and dream��
That was kin to the idle lilies and the ripples of
the stream。
For out of the dreams of childhood�察�that careless
come and go��
The boy gains strength�察�unknowing�察�that the Man
will prove and know。
But these fools with their lies and their dollars��
their mills and their bloody hands��
Who make a god of a wheel�察�who worship their
whirring bands��
They are flinging the life of a people�察�raw�察�to the
brute machines。
Dull´eyed�察�weary�察�and oldold in his early teens
Stunted and stupid and twisted�察�marred in the
mills of grief��
Can your factories fashion a Man of this thing
a Man and a Chief��
Dumb is the heart of him now�察�at the time when
his heart should sing
Wasters of body and brain�察�what race will the
future bring��
What of the nation's nerve whenas swift crises
come��
What of the brawn that should heave the guns on
the beck of the drum��
Thieves of body and soul�察�who can neither think
nor feel��
Swine´eyed priests of little false gods of gold and
steel��
Bow to your obscene altars�察�worship your loud
mills then��
Feed to Moloch and Baal the brawn and brains
of men
But silent and watchful and hidden forever over
all
The masters brood of those Mills that ;grind
exceeding small。;
And it needs no occult art nor magic to foreshow
That a people who sow defeat they will reap the
thing they sow。
;SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI;
CONQUERORS leonine�察�lordly��
Princes and vaunting kings��
Ye are drunk with the sound of your braggart
trumps
But lo� �ye are little things��
Earth 。 。 。 it is charnel with monarchs��
And the puffs of dust that start
Where your war steeds stamp with their ringing hoofs
Were each some warrior's heart。
Peoples imperial�察�mighty��
Masterful�察�challenging fate��
The tread of your cohorts shakes the hills
But lo� �ye are not great��
Nations that swarm and murmur��
Ye are moths that flutter and climb
Ye are whirling gnats�察�ye are swirling bees��
Tossed in the winds of time��
Earth that is flushed with glory��
A marvelous world ye are��
But lo� �in the midst of a million stars
Ye are only one pale star��
A breath stirs the dark abysses。 。 。 。
The deeps below the deep
Are troubled and vexed 。 。 。 and a thousand worlds
Fall on eternal sleep��
THE COMRADE
I
HATH not man at his noblest
An air of something more than man��
A hint of grace immortal��
Born of his greatly daring to assist the gods
In conquering these shaggy wastes��
These desert worlds��
And planting life and order in these stars��
So Woman at her best��
Her eyes are bright with visions and with dreams
That triumph over time��
Her plumed thought�察�wing for wing�察�is mate with
his。
II
The world rolls on from dream to dream��
And 'neath the vast impersonal revenges of its
going��
Crushed fools that cried defeat
Lie dead amid the dust they prophesied
Ye doubters of man's larger destiny��
Ye that despair��
Look backward down the vistaed years��
And all is battleand all victory��
Man fought�察�to be a man��
Through painful centuries the slow beast fought��
Blinded and baffled�察�fought to gain his soul��
Wild�察�hairy�察�shag�察�and feared of shadows��
Yet the clouds
Made him strange signals that he puzzled o'er��
Beast�察�child�察�and ape��
And yet the winds harped to him�察�and the sea
Rolled in upon his consciousness
Its tides of wonder and romance��
Uncouth and caked with mire��
And yet the stars said something to him�察�and the
sun
Declared itself a god��
The lagging cycles turned at last
The pictures into thought��
Thought flowered in soul��
But�察�oh�察�the myriad weary years
Ere Caliban was Shakespeare's self
And Darwin's ape had Darwin's brain��
The battling�察�battling�察�and the steep ascent��
The fight to hold the little gained��
The loss�察�the doubt�察�the shaken heart��
The stubborn�察�groping slow recovery��
But looking backward toward the dim beginnings��
You that despair��
Hath he not climbed and conquered��
Look backward and all's Victory��
What coward looks forward and foresees defeat��
III
Who climbed beside him�察�and who fought
And suffered and was glad��
Is she a lesser thing than he��
Who stained the slopes with bloody feet�察�or stood
Beside him on some hard´won eminence of hope
Exulting as the bold dawn swept
A harper hand along the ringing hills��
Flesh of his flesh�察�and of his soul the soul��
Hath she not fought�察�hath she not climbed��
And how is she a lesser thing��
Nay�察�if she ever was
'Twas we that made her so�察�who called her queen
But kept her slave。
IV
Had she not courage for the fight��
Hath she not courage for the years to come��
Hath she not courage who descends alone
��How pitifully alone�察�except for Love�。�
Where man's thought even falters that would
follow��
Into the shadowy abyss
��Through vast and murmurous caverns dark with
crowding dread
And terrible with hovering wings����
To battle there with Death��to battle
There with Death�察�and wrest from him��
O Conqueror and Mother��
Life��
V
Hath she too long dwelt dream´bound in the world
of love��
Unconscious of the sterner throes��
The more austere�察�impersonal�察�wide faith��
The urge that drives Christs