MOONS OF

GRANDEUR
WILLIAM ROSE

BENET

.

MOONS OF GRANDEUR WIILLAM ROSE BENET .

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DORAN COMPANY .MOONS OF GRANDEUR A BOOK OF POEMS BY WILLIAM ROSE BENET NEW XHr YORK GEORGE H.

COPYRIGHT. DORAN COMPANY PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OP AMERICA . 1920 BY GEORGE H.

.THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO HENRY MARTYN HOYT Remembering 1906-1920 4405-i?.

. Evening Post. Munsey Magazine. The The Yale Review. The Touch The Seven Arts. New York porary Verse. Poetry. and The Bowling Green. Harper s Monthly Magazine. the author thanks The Cen tury Magazine. Romance. Contem stone. The Delineator.ACKNOWLEDGMENTS FOR permission shorter poems to reprint here a few of the included. AinsThe lee s Magazine. Bookman.

CONTENTS GASPARA STAMPA 11 &quot. . 15 . . . 76 83 .. . . 74 75 THE SUN GAZER THE QUEEN S IDYLL THORSTAN S FRIEND THE BALLAD OF TAILLEFER ON EDWARD WEBBE.126 130 132 135 [vii] . ... . .. . THE SILVER BALLOON THE MASTER OF THE FLYING CASTLE DUST OF THE PLAINS THE RACE THE VOYAGE . .. . . . . . 109 113 125 . . . 24 29 32 40 42 45 NICCOLO IN EXILE RENEGADE BOURBON S LOVE THE TRIUMPHANT TUSCAN MICHELANGELO IN THE FISH-MARKET BAST . i . THE DAUGHTER OF INIQUITY LEGEND OF MICHELOTTO THERE LIVED A LADY IN MILAN IL MORO IN LOCHES &quot...52 . 93 96 103 .104 . ENGLISH GUNNER THE PRIEST IN THE DESERT EUGENIE S SOLITAIRE IN THE HOUSE OF HALLUCINATION .

. .170 . . . . .169 . 160 162 164 . THE PHILOSOPHER FRIENDS To MY FATHER TRICKSTERS . . .168 . . ..CONTENTS 145 ALONG THE EMBARCADERO 147 THE CITY WHEN THE CATERER SANG OF His WEDDING 150 . . BEING CURIOUS O CONNOR S CAFE MENAGERIE FROM SPARTA .. .152 METAMORPHOSIS NOT IN OVID 154 THE HERETIC 155 THE LONELY ENIGMA 157 158 RENCONTRE .171 172 THE FOIL CHARLES DARWIN NIGHT 173 174 175 [viii] . .. . .

MOONS OF GRANDEUR .

.

And I snail weep and sing. So climbs my dream. weep again. VENICE CINQTJECEXTO &quot. Weary of pain. I burn. O At and dreadful love consuming heart and brain. No Bursts its prison. still fire and pain. all Palling days with thoughts we weary love. Saffo de nostri tempi alta Gagpara&quot. across the still lagoon colors of the sunset stream. I sang. like wine. LIKE flame. The Spectral in heaven as climbs the frail veiled moon. sing. spent with desire. magnificent last of. I shall forever burn Until or death or time or fortune s turn Shall still my eye and heart. Out of the heart s eternal torture fire eastern phoenix risen Only the naked soul. I burned.&quot.MOONS OF GRANDEU& GASPARA STAMPA &quot. I wept. [in .

but though I stare with burning eye He is not there. arches. The ivy crawls on Istrian stone. These tears to wine. Time leaves prone. Deep night spreads burning over faded hours The hell of hells. columns. my blood be shed Who gave you living. chapel. it is So strange! One word. [12] all . drawbridge. Yet what a vague phantasmal counterpart Of what Di ght be. The shadows mock me with his step. Tower and palace. my illustrious lord. Darkness comes down upon your domes and towers. like metamorphosis.MOONS OF GRANDEUR Gaspara Stampa [CONTINUED] O golden city set in the sun s heart. sculptures fall. who would give you dead Body and soul? Capitals. Dark gondolas gliding under evening bells. Collalto. one Cana s sign Would turn. Wine from my heart To seal the crumpled or shall scroll. The treacherous tapers flare And flaw. Isled in a golden sea. his sigh.

breath. One little word? And And And for a faith to tread consuming heat for a love to look on death to go robed in fire. For France is far. not piteous then to die. its While the trapped heart. to gasp unheard In thirst unslaked for what one word could give.GASPARA STAMPA Gaspara Stampa [CONTINUED] Only our Alps whose blue without one stain Blends into higher light My namesake stream of the Trevisian plain Time Yet finds bright. With sharp-drawn pain. to live In death. my dearest lord. and one secret kiss. Bliss once ours. O barren bliss Beside pomegranate flowers Swayed in the moonlight. grown frenzied with [13] . in fire complete. men say. will not Time. Beyond the Alps so far. kind to the Paduan. Veronica? Of song endures I grasp eternity. If the soul scroll My name at last with yours Vittoria. even one little word Loses Is it its way. so far. One little word.

[14] . the reed. this. my When this is And and no more thoughts to think Titian awhile his garden walk may tread Sansovino keep words. would sleep. heirs.MOONS OF GRANDEUR Gaspara Stampa [CONTINUED] For joy once scorning fate Storms with wild wings. The hyssop on In this dark hour shall seal lord past. Like Venus from the dawn-encircled Wide laughed the skies with Crowned of antiquity. love kiss A bitter trumpet blown Scattered your words and swept your heart toward France. this to drink it as the last. again and yet again. Ere sunlight on a condottiere s lance. true And we were bounden heirs of this Epoch of glittering life and bannered Even as we whispered in our earliest The joy thereof. words you I My But may read when I am dead. Left me alone. No word. Your iron gate? The gods returned to earth when Venice broke sea. light when Venice woke And as with spoil of gems bewildering earth s Art in her glorious mind Jewelled all Italy for joy rebirth To all mankind.

Mournful and pale the cold moonlight gleamed upon ramp and tower that night. But troubled not the Countess* brows. looked down. and reckoned up the slain. Forli The moonlight over plain. in the wild days when Ro- magna Italy. town lit up the trampled The enemy s camp. tered with blood. the snow on the be And camped below. lay Blood-soaked by the ferocity of Borgia. In the wild days. &quot. breast. each street and square spat And high in air with chin on Catherine. loosed on One woman faced him Catherine s way! to the last for that was THE dawn of a new century fell White and immaculate siegers. knit by the Sforza will. [15] . Catherine from the parapet of her battlements looked down. THE DAUGHTER OF INIQUITY all &quot. in the shadows. Her captains and her engineers stood still. crept over Forli town.THE DAUGHTER OF INIQUITY &quot.

MOONS OF GRANDEUR
"

The Daughter of Iniquity [CONTINUED] A month of beating off assault since Imola flamed and fell And the town s signory, craven then, flung wide
the gates to Caesar s men, Though Catherine lashed them with her scorn, and

"

held the citadel.

Here was no

soft

and feeble

flesh

Lucrezia

s

golden shame.

Here stood a woman

steeled in grief, ravaged

by

A

sorrows past belief, condottiere s bastard born,

who bore

the Sforza

name.

"On

such a night as

this,"

she thought

"The

infamy came to pass When, as the carded flax took flashed upon my sire

fire,

three poigniards
slain

And

the

Duke Galeazzo
s
mass."

fell,

at

Saint

Stephen

"

On

such a night as this/ lips tight with pain.

she thought, her thin

That apostate priest who blessed the bread whereon the assassins blood was shed Watched for the ending of their work done in
"

Saint Stephen

s

fane

"

!

[16]

"

THE DAUGHTER OF INIQUITY *
"

"

The Daughter of
Yet
here!

Iniquity

[CONTINUED]
single purpose

"

Caesar, Valentino,

mark my
I

Whatever may be dealt or done,
steps of one

walk within the

Who

though he sowed and reaped much shame

was never known

to fear.

"

They wed me
prince in

to a scurvy

hound called

richest

Rome,
s

Who
The

sought Lorenzo
!

overthrow

that brave, su
his uncle s

loutish

perb Magnifico clown Riario, clerk in

home

!

"

Yet

his

foul deed in Florence done, with the
s aid,
ill

base Pazzi

Shows not

so

as

fratricide,

whence Naples,

Caesar, spurned your pride!

The Repetta

s

bargeman knew what deed made

that dark night afraid!

"

Under a shuddering

And

sickly sun they brought the corpse to shore; terrible bestial sounds of woe came screaming

from Saint Angelo

Where Alexander
the floor.

frothed in pain and clawed upon

[17]

MOONS OF GRANDEUR
"

The Daughter of
Remorse, in
a foam,

"

Iniquity

[CONTINUED]
he vowed
white lips

"

full consistory,

Repentance

ashes on his head

!

.

.

.

But

living

lust forgets the dead,

And

Giulia Bella sways him
in

still

at the old

game

Rome.

"

With

fifteen

thousand Papal troops you dare

all

duchies then,

The mercenary Swiss brigade and Louis
your aid?

lancers for

Shame

of the Purple, monster Duke, lay on

bring

up your men!

"

I

have surmounted many a death, ere all and won:

this risked

of plot and counterplot, rebellion, mur hate der, grown hot So now I trust no broken reed be it my elder son.

Ten years

"

When
lan,

rebels rose at Imola

and

killed the castel

Think you

I flinched?

I rode all night,

though

great with child.

The morning

light

Saw me

still

pacing forth and back before their

barbican.

[18]

Aye. by the Blood. &quot. The hoofs jarred Home!* . * r I faced the ride back sixteen miles. Tread not within Their swords ! ! are out to slay But Come alone to parley here ! they cried. with an evil smile you scoffed. You Arab purple chrysoprase. They groveled ere one hour had passed. was none other way. Caesar. But Prince of Darkness though you shall never win &quot. eyes. bastard of the Pope. . : I clung the saddle-horn. Theirs I entered without fear. &quot. your lips full scarlet. your siege ! [19] . The Daughter of Iniquity [CONTINUED] O Feo said. I saw your be. THE DAUGHTER OF INIQUITY &quot. Next day my child was born. The hoofs jarred Home &quot. your bronzed skin Under your velvet bonnet doffed. Carbuncle and pink Indian pearl. ! . half-slavering o er such gear! &quot.&quot. what do you here? Yonder in Rome your father plays with topaz. A ruddy mist before mine eyes mile after mile would dance and rise.

in crimson satin and black brocade. She saw against the arrassed wall a different coming-home. She turned and strode among her peers. More teeth. furious the attack Leapt up without. &quot. Was she girl again. stair s steep flight. &quot. See only! Gate. grinding her shall not win! &quot. [CONTINUED] stars bright-glistering on the night. Mid festooned flowers and censers swung. [20] . and. flambeau-lit. Into the castle. suddenly and vivid there. riding through Rome in state? To grand day Saint Peter s riding slow her marriage in Rome! The vision wavered on the air. entering the People s In gold-embroidered cloak arrayed. Then. her cap tains and her engineers. She sate within.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Daughter of Iniquity She lifted eyes and saw the &quot. wound down the And like pale rose the New Year dawned. You In the stone hearth the red sparks danced against the chimney-back.

! for her seneschal. &quot. &quot. She shouted No &quot. The Daughter of Iniquity silent [CONTINUED] her green-blue eyes Stiffening into stone. In prophecy she knew The Borgia s captives passing slow by that same massive gate. Paced with ground teeth. looked through The wall and saw the gala floats. That shall not be Great shadows writhed upon the wall. [21] . and heavily. and knew her life in hopeless jeopardy. fetters clanked! Her wild Gazed up. She trod the last. A glimpse of gray yonder. ! ! &quot. the broad Flaminian Way north. THE DAUGHTER OF INIQUITY &quot. and heard the populace split their throats While the artillery salvoes boomed. least slave of all a hostage to the Bull! 41 A sortie then at once She sprang up. too late! Campagna Escape? For on her wrists what eyes. anguish-full. To crown his triumph. as wearily in that fell triumph.&quot. Stretched o er the flat Alas. and drooped.

beaten back. straight recovered. like nor might prevail By words. through the din. &quot. most desolate Then. They heard the dull concussion boom.MOONS OF GRANDEUR &quot. [22] . in the moated tower. we all die ! men to fire the magazine. stony-pale. be They great fore the breach was made. [CONTINUED] burned the carved wainscot even. rose. but pre science stifling speech Warned them the foe of failure. for an instant. So. wavered there and afraid. proud she knows what this may mean. until two skulking braves pinioned her from behind. God tis But And since I stand at last at bay. She heard the roaring of the sack. and that in swarmed on and Trampling along the corridors through one more widening breach. turned on the tower-stair. the only way she dispatched two trusted &quot. And. at last the Borgia strode to find That perilous matron. standing stone. The Daughter of Iniquity &quot.

"

THE DAUGHTER OF INIQUITY
"

"

"

The Daughter of Iniquity
could

[CONTINUED]
tell

And Yves d Allegre

of her black year

deep underground,
Starving, for fear in cell to sup lest sweet white

powder

in

some cup
lest she

Dispatch her; sleepless, Tiber found.
Florence could

be a corpse in

tell

what wrongs were wrought on
"

a

woman

chained and lone

Living the death beyond the dead. be things," she sometimes said,
"

For there

That, an I told them simply true, would turn the world to stone."

So be

it.

I

know she

raised one son strong as her

was strong; That the Black Bands in time became through
will

Italy a sign, a

name
s

Wherewith, and with their leader echoed long.

fame,

Romagna

In the wild days, in the wild days when the Bull gored Italy , Through black mischance and heavy grief, a woman held beyond belief Against the Borgia s power and pride, one small
lost seigniory!

[23]

MOONS OF GRANDEUR

LEGEND OF MICHELOTTO
So
it

befell, because the times

were hard,

This Michelotto, Captain of the Guard, Nigh to Cord Lane, in a vile drinking den

Lingered the last of Caesar Borgia s men, Having found beyond Viana, in the vale,

That stripped, stark blood-laced body, prone and
pale,

Fixed eyes and wolf-teeth glittering to the stars. Thus last he saw the Duke. So from all wars,
All coil of

To

live at

camp and court, he fled Navarre hazard by the outlier s star
old

Scornful of every faction

and grim.
fell

This was a night when musing
Secret in

Rome, strayed

lately

on him, from the sea.

Sprawled on

his lousy pallet

it

seemed that he

Was

multiplied in forms around the

room

Where on the floor a lantern made the gloom Even more invading by its little light. Some fifteen Michelottos were that night
Regarding him from
all sides of his bed.

He

clutched again the wineskin, and his head Turned slow each way; his eyes revealed their
whites.

[24]

LEGEND OF MICHELOTTO
Legend of Michelotto [CONTINUED]
This was, perhaps, one of his troubled nights,

For suddenly that raped Venetian bride, Caracciolo s, crouched by his bedside With hair dishevelled, eyes glaring wildly round.

One feels it discommoding that the drowned From Tiber rise and walk, and come thus late;
Nor, boy Astorre, should you, smiling, wait Blue by that window-grate the moon shines through.

Those emaciated wraiths that crowd round you Forget how kindly you were used anon.
"

Ecco

!

Thou

thou

These two were vilest. Smilest ? Smilest or thou, mine image? Fiends, be

gone!"

Thus, elbow-raised, the gulping sbirro cries, His coarse dark hair fallen tangled in his eyes.

He

turned again. His hand groped for the wine. There gleamed the poigniard-hilt twixt neck and
spine

Driven home. It quivered yet. Ah, how the wan Forehead blood-smeared and dark eyes of this man,

The wried mouth gaping
Called back
the

to its gurgling cry,
. . .

Ghetto midnight.
till

How

they ply

Dagger on dagger,
Sparks
flit

from

flints.

heavily he falls! Beneath the bagnio walls
at his load.

Wheels the white charger, champing

[25]

strained limbs to rise. Is he who lies the straightest. not thus a Captain General rode Ere this through Rome! So Gandia. Gian the cardinal looks his pained surprise. that great apartment in the gloom. . I suppose. High-ceiled. But no. . The strangler with the bowstring craves no light However. let us hope That Don Giovanni. . .MOONS OF GRANDEUR Legend of Michelotto [CONTINUED] Truly. He bears the head that was so swift to fall By that backhanded blow. swarmed with night. . The sbirro shook his mane. Save for the burning brazier. he glimmers yonder by the wall. As for the poisoned sleepers. Giacomo s The protonotary is the stiffest pose. The Mantuan archbishop. . captain to the Pope. Sank back and entered Don Alfonso s room. wail that rings forever! [26] . The head smiles too ! The Borgia s will it was to run him through Because his wife was soft and weak of will. how they fill The earth-floored lean-to many in their throes. and the fixed imperious glance Of the cloaked all Duke Wail of wails precludes one look askance.

beasts at bay eyes. &quot. one arm across his His bare feet shuffling on the earthen floor. far away: the All the power of earth and heaven You were given! Borgia swords in Our Lady . thou dark man. [27] . King of these kakodaimons but a king! Ah. ! Red as the fell at hands press eyeballs is red as they Who swimming light. . This Don Michele Coreglia heaved upright.LEGEND OF MICHELOTTO Legend of Michelotto [CONTINUED] Veined eyeballs starting. Upright. .!&quot. Caesar. Yet. with a huge endeavor. Satan. Capua The shrieking of the nuns upbraids the night Or is it ghastly singing. sire. Lying or sitting tis no better plight Even with the palms pressed tight against the Ramiro in Cesena square. the cries Of the rebels in their dungeon. if this one thing Should pass that thou couldst rise from earth and tell . are seven: Poigniards plunged to the bloody Red daggers driven! &quot. s heart Are sharp. hiltf Yet/ groaned this Michelotto. I shall not see thee more. swaying now streaming brow.

with the dawn. A voice said &quot. [281 . well To summon weary shadows out of Hell? In armor red as blood he stood revealed The golden lilies quartered in The outstretched hand oh ! his shield.MOONS OF GRANDEUR Legend of Michelotto [CONTINUED] A voice spoke then. lay dead. Is it &quot. grisly strangest thing Flashed with the sapphire cardinalitial ring. Three-pointed flame licked up from foot to head. So Michelotto.

Her eyes a secret subtle flame. So he saw her face Bending above the shriveled stalks Of autumn on the garden walks. And Leonardo drank her grace. A fawn II Moro could not tame . Her father mazed with alchemy Wrought She lived in his cellar ceaselessly. She was as if a sunset were With fresher colors. clearer air. gentle pride. [29] . come with power From Florence. And a more golden coil of cloud. Brocade wherein her body dressed Was hallowed. in quiet. Her beauty unbedecked with pearls More than all Beatrice s girls. And by her garden in his hour Passed Leonardo.THERE LIVED A LADY IN MILAN THERE LIVED A LADY THERE lived a lady in IN MILAN Milan Wrought for a madness unto Man. flowers her footstep pressed Suspired incense ere they died.

so have leaves and green May-flies . in the end. Though from the I crevice in stone or lime I trace grave outlines mocking Time. how am I wise ? Though with dividers and a will. enchanting. popes. that men fly. and kings. &quot. Yet. Yea. Though I &quot. my quick wit breed thunderbolts not loose on all these dolts. may Things they are babes to comprehend. Haunting. pure and proud. [30] . Who The have and have not. My heart has taught me many things. Greece and the rock and shifting weather Have taught me many &quot. rich And Leonardo I said. And And so have emperors. I have learned from bird and beast. to know not what you do sea-shell me find. slouching dwarf and ranting priest. things of mind. Friend ! know when I am beaten. seek nor and the falcon s feather.MOONS OF GRANDEUR There Lived a Lady in Milan [CONTINUED] She was as if all citherns swooned With one harmony myriad-tuned. though I design For peace or war a thousand things Gaining applause from dukes and kings. From &quot. quill I weave some miracle of Say. Though soft and deft my colors shine. Ladye.

! ! [31] . indeed. Brighter than springtime in the air ? What says your mirror to your mind ? &quot. .&quot. . &quot. quill attempt. repeating God s defect. &quot. &quot. IN MILAN There Lived a Lady in Milan [CONTINUED] Say that there lived of old a saint Even Leonardo dared not paint. how she stands Listening! Your &quot. ! . In daze. way &quot. Since birth &quot. hands tear out my heart ! Do you not know you are so fair. Phantom. . Then Leonardo turned went his Saluting. Lest frenzied I destroy my O golden lily. though the sunset burned In nimbus round her. Do you plead Ah. I looked not on her from this and say day art. v n in awe ! Say this. ah. cold histories. your hands. Too perfect in her breathing prime For colors to transmit to time Or &quot. . Even Leonardo dared not draw. With ghostly gestures? Pity a lady deaf and blind &quot. and masterpiece elect Even he He never saw her from that day. . little Beauty. she whispered.THERE LIVED A LADY &quot. aye.

Warm! It is warmth the pores feel. at last tis gone now. where none their God may name. and bellowing like the sea. Shuddering to stand. I thrust and So As ever. . whose withered sly OH and subtle power Mocks me. Hell s wretchedness. you gleam linger. yet dashed no less circles of Through the nine &quot.&quot. warmth that lingers So brief a space! Stiffly I twist my fingers.MOONS OF GRANDEUR IL MORO IN LOCHES light ! ! There At this hour. ! Through inky [32] air Francesca s form has striven. Certes. through the nine concentric heavens indeed Into the Empyrean. Again my crayon marks Where now you quiver. This parchment hand of mine. th abyss of wailing gripes on me Mute of all light. s Light Only My Up ah. straight through your moted golden dust. cleaving my dungeon darks. Florentine Across my vision. And mouthing shades are driven Yea. by which I read book of Heaven and Hell and so am drawn ! Fading fading ! this twilight .

! . recall your weeping paries With that gap-mouthed and gargoyle-nosed King Charles. . you cry. The drivelling idiot who mocked your pains still And sickened a spirit so proudly Spam [33] s! . There were state and French kings! She imputes poison. slow. my shaking hands. streaming discolored Thy words I traced here &quot. . ! &quot. things alliances . In anguish: that there is on the stone. . In Pavia s castle grounds the leaves are sere. . You bow Your face Diavolo! I my face in turn &quot.IL // MORO IN LOCHES Moro in Loches [CONTINUED] thy . . ah the face is not Ravenna s now. . . Bice. me ! For. You guess what you impute. slow no greater woe stifle Than the remembering in misery Of the glad time those words that &quot. Speaking flame words. Tis Isabella. . natural disease. Begone! He sickened by in Bow Aragonese. Those injured souls Dante. . My Of nephew was not murdered. Her The sun hangs red. with eyes that burn and burn. do you hear? ghostly hands hold up a poisoned fruit. Sorceress ? Come.

[34] . far music. A yellow Orient pearl silkily glistening. I say! Gesu! As soft as lace The death-owl s wings are fluttering in my face. Half-pouted lips. ! ! ! Or my Lucrece. Moro ! Circling my ? cell in unsubstantial flight Through night the long night. the ghastly. said. ! Gloomy as galleries where the sentries standing With flickering lanterns saw me wildly fly That New Year s night. dreadful Begone. the ferrionera tight Across her perfect brows. around me though her soul were listening But the shadow falls. But the page had &quot. Her Grace is dying &quot. and some woman s voice. most foul and secret murder. . ! I feared to find her dead. In the great hall Courtiers and harlots whirled in festival ing Bice To passionate music. murder. leaping from stair to land s tower-room. Evil most foul even for times most foul Again ? again ? How often have I heard her By day. and there. by night. for choice. like some soft hooting owl in &quot. Wine wine tonight So Bring malvasia Wine. Loches [CONTINUED] Murder. .MOONS OF GRANDEUR II &quot. To The leaden sky Without snowed peacefully. Cecilia s voice. as To some As ever. from these mouldy walls .

IL
//

MORO

IN LOCHES

Moro

in

Loches [CONTINUED]

pomps that my Bramante wrought With Leonardo, shows and dazzling lights, Feast and display, flashed from my anguished
All artful

thought.

Bice was dying! Dio! That night of nights; The babe still-born; the monk with cross down-

bending
ing.
.

;
"

The weeping women;
. .
"

Vico,

this

is

the

end

Forgive me, Vico!

Me

!

Bice, do thou forgive For thy words are poigniards while I

live,

Poigniards that turn and turn in the old wound. Yea, I am tricked, sanctissima, and sold To Satan, though God was with me as I swooned

Through the black days when
cold.

first

your corpse was

Jennet

and greyhound
. . .

mourned

you in those

hours.

And how my
And
all

city of the

hundred towers

Once welcomed

your gorgeous cavalcade, Milan, decked as for masquerade!

in

I met you with my knights. You shone with pearls. Heralds made martial music on our ride.
.

.

.

Brocades shake forth, the Viper

flag unfurls,

At the
Wild

Castello I

lift

you down

my

bride

!

And how you
elf-girl,

flew the falcon, tracked the fawn,

rippling canzons to the dawn,

[35]

MOONS OF GRANDEUR
II

Moro

in

Loches [CONTINUED]
villa

Or, through the heat, your gilded tresses dried

Atop your
Ferrara

by the green water-side!
and both the
of
sisters fair,
!

s fairest

The crown and kingdom
In
aureate satin

Duke Hercules and checlatoun, how rare! wed
.

Yet, in mere tags and rags rare as in these
Bice, you
"

!

know

I
.

Cecilia then

To Bergamini.

.

Yea!

But men are men.

Merito e tempore ? Naught, naught, I know. But I have suffered, and life would have it so.
I

"

know

My

all that they whisper, all they shout brother Galeazzo s evil fame. . .
.

;

Yet, turn to the Visconti, if you doubt Others were worse than bore old Muzio

s

name

!

Matteo the Ghibelline ? Time makes him vague. What of Gian Galeazzo, that the plague Well ended, Gian Maria, who, past all bounds,
Tortured dumb beasts, fed human
flesh to

hounds?

When my

sire

Filippo tricked

came, the Lombards blundered blind. them as he tricked my sire.
s fire

The Ajnbrosian Republic out of mind Put Naples and Venice, when the people
Later burned hottest.

But the Sforza saw, for the Fought leadership and formed the law! Demos will always babble Bought and sold My brother was a match for Charles the Bold.
"

"

!

[36]

IL
11

MORO

IN

LOCHES

Moro

in

Loches [CONTINUED]

Cruelty? Aye! Then Simonetta came With smooth conspiracies. What was the League ? We stood for Naples. Oh, you bicker Shame
"

"

!

We matched intrigue with justified intrigue.
The Pazzi war? But I was Bari soon, Playing to Bona a seductive tune At the meet time. It oped the garden door. So endeth Simonetta shines the Moor!

We

were the first Greek printers, and my court Led art in Italy. The wild French claims Answer the rest. Oh, intrigue of a sort! One is not chary in a house in flames, And such all Italy was then the Pope
:

And
Bah
"

Naples, and this one
hope.
!

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&quot. betrothing his dear daughter. . traitors. Horsed my great father. Ah. limned Lucrezia s eyes ! Make hubbub. But this Passing beneath the pike. &quot. Again your fingers twist me round to see. these French! And Borgia ramps Abroad. in &quot. He was mine! Made clockwork monsters. labyrinths. Schattenhalb. Contours absorbed as in a mist of Colors blent as by magic. And Maximilian [38] Suffuse his eyes with tears of simple greed. still has time. by either water. Moro sight. his second His great Cenacalo. indeed. Wrought armament or masque beyond all prize. . . So was Novara taken and all my splendor shaken And now I rot and rot tomb. Bring shackles This is he! ! &quot. all to About the land. . They are so suave. his marvelous line. . Time! vile Swiss. La Tremouille Through Alpine About my ears. This is no priest. . light. . You leer.. Venice and Genoa. and Florence raves as when that I priest hated so stirred here this And warring camps Louis spills tournament and feast .MOONS OF GRANDEUR II Loches [CONTINUED] They shout him with one voice.. They feign to know it not. . . . or in turn Lectured my sages past their power to learn. In this vile smiled. .

France &quot. Twist on P Q my pallet. and babble like a child. And so all that I have to do and Is arabesque these walls with And pictures to drive Leonardo wild. Yet they ve grown much stricter with air fresh Of late. Messer Scowl. thoughts are weariness. Commines when I met King Booby. The Sforza blood in me is sapped indeed! this the Moor this once my arrogance ? my mouth dribbles. As I hear it reckoned Best wits agree he ll be Plutarch the Second. . Was See. Ah! Keys! Well. what viands. ! They say he has retired. Indeed I think the oubliettes in &quot. . The ! So once I trolled the soldier-song. . if you please ? [39] . Can cap Milan And Condottiere laughs with his sword writes blood-red epitaphs s.IL // MORO IN LOCHES Moro in Loches [CONTINUED] ! Burgundian ? Ah. They serve me with such Weariness care! ! All my They bring me food? Even allowed me friends in my distress Once. A sharp-eyed noble Indeed the man had been Months in this very fortress. To write his memoirs. the clever fellow. What a ruby Galeazzo gave him once at the Castello! Who was that gay That was at Asti. I quiver like a reed.

I ll let the sunset shine . seat thee. bland Ambrosio. the heat hath marked thy brow ! Red as thy beeves. Nay. ! And slacken From off my fortune s fardels. Ah. beneath the bough. Thou golden butcher. ! Once on a humor [40] . hark the . and a salutation now To thee. Merely.MOONS OF GRANDEUR NICCOLO IN EXILE THE wineshop I thirst! smells of grapes! Castruccio. News ? By the Blood. I vow good day. for not a springe Within my little wood. good miller Ha.) He Yea. mind. Hath caught one wren. next time. The cards! Aye! Pour the wine! Faugh. but ill. my fingers swift to swerve. peace. eschew the crudely done cheats! ! Have Peace I not ! been Borgian ambassador? Let me tell how Heliogabalus swore time. . . . nerve by nerve. but the pack is greasy. . with that doughty roar. yet twill serve (So I forget his face. I cry cheat! I saw that one! Nay. Crops? By an old Tis not wound I think s twinge twill rain. Ambrosio. Full in their eyes. Duke Valentine.

Sunlight discovering the white and stark of grief. (New chapter: How Should cater to the Vile for reputation ! Yea. what s a small coin less or more ? for the old Etolians. As Rare drollery. As for the stratagems of those oven-men / . . murderer of Ursini and Vitelli. . miller. Borgia. Soft Marietta! That man all falls above Body Is set who hath for his indemnity Against fate s ravage. That butcher can t play cricca. But flower-scents rise. and home to thee. they rumor. at this last. eh? I faith. still might st thou learn of Machiavelli So. moonlight There the spark Fields are not like Rome Where steel strikes glittering out from alleys dark. fields are friendly faring For velvet Secretaries. two treasures. So to the ancients home. and I enjoy my airing. I fleeced him then. . . Far watch-dogs bark. a few days since That quaint folk-custom gat an illustration : My swineherd a Prince s wife. ! I must home. s Good-night ! What misty Of fitful fireflies. good-night !) ! Nay.NICCOLO IN EXILE Niccolo in Exile [CONTINUED] Chutt. . No. books and love. .

Hot destriers shake their manes and ramp of siege begun at rumor And high carracque and galleasse swing towering through the foam. up through oak and I ride. grove to lose the Put faith in your misericorde. rack or the Alps to march rope Or wind your horn beyond against the Pope.MOONS OF GRANDEUR RENEGADE II Quattrocento WITH rumbling cannon. ilex Up. is Venice out with all her fleets. this wrong while. the Borgia s never slept in sheets This long while. [42] . in parchment. rippling berts bright in the sun pennon and hal- On war s way god Mars way The clamorous armies roam. But drunk with wine of June today from Romagna world I m away. this black and all villainous tide.

Sforza. of even.RENEGADE Renegade [CONTINUED] God of the sun. rara. What dark hearts. dream you hold Milan Este. Ferif he can. Their captains bellow bawdy songs to drown the And s groans every southern vineyard glints an evil bivouac fire. a star The porch the dusk within. Let every tyrant sweat and curse and plot and fume and rage. re staggering. to clasp an heritage ! O joy that never your whole endeavor of plots and wars could win! soft For there aloft there. who made the moon drip golden honey such nights in June. herd s wattled room. a shep [43] . these how lost to hope! They how lost. the door to Heaven. Their torches splash the stones With red gleams. with dread gleams Where blood dying pools deep the mire. stark hearts. Yea. through glimmer of falling bloom A light that shines through tangled vines. far above you toward the moon my gelding climbs this night in June To find and pluck the golden rose. brawling through their camps. Far.

its mystery so deep That far away the chaos fades. O love. floor. and only hear her breathing in her sleep While high in heaven the shine on shine on. this strange night. boast your pomps and grasp your golden prize !) Here moonlight lies along the here thou art. silent stars shine on [44] . the summoning drums are gone As still I lie. and slow Sacred and ghostly in the gloom as summer moonrise ! s This still night.MOONS OF GRANDEUR Renegade [CONTINUED] A (O face for memories. soft dark hair. bright eyes to heal the heart! roar your victories.

And Ferdinand dropped The King of England took to wife An aunt of Charles the Emperor New-risen in a world of strife all With kingdoms than kingdoms more From Flanders unto far Peru. Whence the twelfth Louis gat no bliss Since the Great Captain scourged him thence all pretense. and Naples kissed his mouth A bitter kiss. [45] .BOURBON S LOVE BOURBON S LOVE AT Monza is the Iron Crown That tempted France to Lombardy. But wittold Charles would put to proof His claim. and Of lore and art in Italy the wine Lured on the line called Angevine Between Vesuvius and the sea. Louis the Spider held aloof From the new sorceress of the south. And Valentina of Milan-town Nestled among the fleur-de-lis The crested Viper. a rueful kiss.

[46] . Saint Louis blood Ran in his veins. A jilted harlot. Of This only tells what surmise tells a most desperate soul. She left an empire at his feet Caesar Her &quot.MOONS OF GRANDEUR Bourbon Love [CONTINUED] With Spain and Germany thereto. He withstood For France and Francis many a foe. At last. Since beneath courtly-gilded shells Most furious oceans roll. with her Marguerite. The bitter strife with Anne was past. Mother and son were made of lies And Bourbon met them as was meet. all And stands not on history s page. Since Marignano shot the skies With blazing portent. s Montpensier was the greatest lord Of all his realm. frenzied so. For men are molded by their age But lose their loves and gnash and rage Withdrawn from out the whole. She served him. The folk adored The Lord of Bourbon. The Great Child took the throne of France And there was bloody work to do. gaudy dyes. &quot. to sequestrate his lands. Louise of Savoy brought him low. wore the crown at last.

king of lechery. His sword was thrust in Bayard s side. through dearth and dread &quot. and drowsy grew His brain. S LOVE s Love [CONTINUED] You shall be false and I be true/ The Marguerite of Marguerites As Sighed to great Bourbon in a dream his war-steed forded a stream In Italy. ! Fate clasped then struck their hands apart.BOURBON Bourbon &quot. Clove. But Bourbon s pride could not abide At last his grim mischance. &quot. with marches and retreats. His destrier s back became his home. despite lies Yet he turned sword against his lord And fought for Charles of Spain. When his sword turned on France. (A second Alaric at Rome You read his hated name In history!) But do you see Her face that left him never: The Valois Pearl. To Francis. the star of France. As it was fated to betide. Whose wondrous pilgrims to Senance Live on in prose forever? [47] . His royal sister s loyal heart and treachery. And yet such dark and tangled thread Love weaves to gold.

would have brought her down. She. gainst the paneled wall Where truly stood no man at aH. half-witted At siege of Pavia-town. even to standing to his lie. who could write with jeweled pen The intrigue of her time. The And glitter of his greaves cuisses. Aye. lost Francis everything Made He who Through gross. He spurred Down a dark valley. Where only sun-motes danced in gold. She saw his darkling eyes. men should have slain. flung his fling. faithful to that swine of self. equerried his steed By death in royal guise.MOONS OF GRANDEUR Bourbon s Love [CONTINUED] She. His heavy casque. Francis. [48] flattering . Who Meanwhile the Admiral Bonnivet. The languor and the festival. The Knew blackest one in history. The light and shade and colors all. Or through the arbor leaves. The bloodshed and the grime. she not Bourbon s pain? She saw the panache of his plumes. leg at mirrors.

With thrilling trust in every word She breathed against his ear: One thread throughout the dark design. Who laid the rack. Hubert s Of days when chapel. who turned the vise. She dreamed he heard Her voice say. low and clear. Of Amboise and Come back the St.BOURBON S LOVE Bourbon s Love [CONTINUED] But Bourbon spurred. In days of dark antiquity Fore walls of soft iniquity He was not born to scale. love indeed to throb and burn In that most thwarted hour! In proud Toledo or Madrid 1 think it was not always hid. And watched the proud heart break! Though Bourbon strode the Roman road He fell in silvered mail. A glance. all the glow there was truth Before the Regent asked her price She and Du Prat. her snake. &quot. and the thought their youth glittering Loire below. a handclasp. [49] . The weak Pope chattered in his tower. One fiery thread your love and mine! &quot. While Francis lay in tower.

she seemed to stand Just past the torches light. as he stood within his tent The night before the sack. nothing but the night. and what it meant. Until great Rome in moonlight lay. Borne by his starved wolf-pack. [50] . As his dark brows in anguish bent On his accursed track still South and south. Transfiguring still the whole design. One thread of gold your love and mine! &quot. Whence none might turn them back. Across the camp the sleeping spears Murmured if A At restless presage aught attacked. So the embattled halberdiers Stirred where they bivouacked. fanned the camp call.MOONS OF GRANDEUR Bourbon Love [CONTINUED] And history turns wroth s And brands the Condottiere s shame And sets him side by side in fame With Alaric the Goth! But. There as he stood. love s last ghostly War-horses whinneyed all astamp. Stars trembled over all. With darkness upon either hand And &quot.

Pavia. My dear. His head bowed forward as he dreamed Beyond all battle-wreck.BOURBON Bourbon &quot. or any earthly victory. my cheek ! Upon his brow a warm breath seemed. Of the world s plots and counterplots. my only dear! Press then your cheek against And set your bosom here &quot. Marguerite. Hint of Time s valedictory. While Love stood singing at the loom. Weaving forever dreams and doom! [51] . Past Marignano. when I am dead. Some strange unravelling of knots. Seemed arms about his neck. . For on his heart she seemed to rest . S LOVE said. Where poor Suzanne had lain And And there was peace within his breast . my friend. peace within his brain. Love [CONTINUED] And Bourbon raised his arms and s It is the end. I may have love to spend Who here had only hate to wreak. . Ah.

The Campagna s ruined aqueducts Shine in the moon. Night. the Coliseum lies Ghostly and white under the sky of March But there is stir in Rome. and excavated To the old forum s level. chisel through the dark. Almost two years back The Council passed upon my wall design To stop the infection from that filthy pit Beneath the column. made when Paul the Third Demolished round its base. [52] . And they dare to say that I Procrastinate over the still dome of Peter s! Ugh! The miasma s round me like a mist. This sputtering goat-fat taper on my head.MOONS OF GRANDEUR THE TRIUMPHANT TUSCAN To Frances Rose Bentit.. of an old. Of course they Do nothing. And now I chip and was very long ago. Young Giovanni . In a cold gloomy house of rats and spiders Off Trajan s forum. old soldier and earthwork on the heights it The paper helmet Who toiled at trench Of Florence .. DARK Save all is this the candle in dark and cold! No light is here my helmet gives.

Faithful till death yet with no faith for her Who could have raised him . Or in the On She garden of San Silvestro sat a stone bench against an ivied wall In shade of laurel bushes In claustral peace from Rome beneath. inviolate ever all encircling storms. like her juniper. a thin To small wine [53] . the jubilation. and Pavia s sharp disaster An old dulled pain Yes. a great general. Palle ! Palle!&quot. This nepotismo Flourishes still. ! . for Day knew how. Affianced of the sunlight. The coaches and the horsemen and the crowds That quiet a little now. I hear them in my mind. tristfully She came along the cloisters. and the waste. &quot. The war. or we paced Among the piazza s soaring colonnades . I can hear them. Ah. With the white vision of the great church redeemed Borne in her breast. How many times ! Laborious life creeps on Under the riot and the pageantry. Yet Night remembers Day.THE TRIUMPHANT TUSCAN The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] Comes to be Cardinal. . crushed. I have not stirred For the new pomp. now my bitter heart itself Like some strange heavy fruit submits the grinding pestle and colander of God Whence. bled forth and strained.

. Humility the architrave whereon a strong. Suffered. how knaves misunderstand The slandered term I have raged my life awry In art s own passionate humility. ! But to whom among these little mouthing men. domed and lanterned With gold stolen from God Yet. where the last is first. erect humility All rests . [54] . Humility . My Adorata.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] Of sacred numbers drips! I gird myself For heron-patience unto the agony s end. Where once old Epomeo s mountain-height Guarded your singing soul! You also bore The weight of this interminable life. and be Some conquering Brunelleschi of the soul s Magnificent cathedral. Yes. All the great edifice that seems in dreams ! To rise divine out of the mind of man back the sun. Ah. nobility the frieze. . so to build. Ischia in the sea. as she taught. Till its proportions shoulder The ideal grandeur. I have known it all. I am very old. endured. . . ! Comparing Love to an entablature That we had pored on once amid the (While Passion I s ruins: supplied her terms of architects!) the cornice. and conquered at the last. my sibyl from that isle Of oleanders. So apse and aisle and nave of the soul s church Must breathe that spirit.

But me they shackled to a sepulcher All my life long. a mausoleum For my reproach eternal [55] . As many Truly basso-relievos to be cast In bronze. So Dante s spirit soared. never seen. The immortal spirit. As where high mountains form their watershed Disparting equally the rains of heaven. that fool who plots So childishly against me? Three years back The old JEmilian Bridge they snatched from me. three years back. Dukes of Urbino! Forty statues planned. as I could never be. Needs must I yield ? To Nanni ? He who yearns To be chief architect. Popes. Some I have seen one. and four facades heroic. Have men no minds? There were great spirits once. have known: The man who hated tyranny. as I. (Puling that kindly they would spare my age imposition and my over-caution!) Why. and so baptized His friends or enemies with lucific song Pouring from the steep summit of his soul. The true republican. Cardinals. in the next inundation It The laughed at yokel Nanni s strengthening And strewed his mock foundations on the flood.THE TRIUMPHANT TUSCAN The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] These harassing insects of my everyday. pesterers. as I have been.

when Raffaello Of Montelupo. Though evil rumors insinuate themselves Through chinks in my mind s armor.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] Sits Moses in Saint Peter s of the Chains. Grace as they understand it! They know not [56] . sibyl. .&quot. such That leers Why. praising me. this alone Does superb honor to his memory ! When the thrice-changed contracts dwindled to the last. tis the Ludovisi satyr &quot. Why. the chapel waited &quot. my great Judgment. the Pope on the sarcophagus. What though Mantova cried. &quot. . as one Transferred to marble &quot. and &quot. they cried. Though &quot. &quot. you are free ! They say In the Jews Rome have flocked to look upon their leader. ! But. tis the same Old threadbare charge I know not fair proportions. down to three. Dio mio who heeds Thorn-crackling such as that? Let them go to And bask in II Perugino s cow-like masks. nay. And bad art crowned my single inspiration Achieved through rision. I felt the heart within all the thwarting years de me sink like stone. . Now. Six statues Had wrought his prophet. And Maso. Speechless with adoration. ! Who mistaught Raphael. and Madonna. for fifteen hundred ducats.

where we worked the quarries Like mad eight months for marble fifteen I climbed a spur of Etruscan . Always that gray colossal incubus But my mind wanders. my columns broke. and the angered servants Of Marquis Massa. . &quot. dried.THE TRIUMPHANT TUSCAN The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] Too much anatomy That life is agony. Yes indeed. span ago Apennine Above Carrara. Verily. Forced me to turn road-builder in the end And bridge the swampy plains with driven piles Whence I fell ill at Seravezza there. A lifetime s years Ere Leo drove me from the Carrarese To Pietrasanta. that day I stood and gazed ! . From the mountains above Carrara across the blue Ligurian Sea. &quot. only I groan To think upon such grandeur as I planned Eked out with gimcracks. . The whip-crack were little of their driver And his voluble voice diminished sounds [57] . The Arno shrank and . Blocked all my ships from Genoa to Pisa. Far down below me wound A road. I cursed the Tomb. and the mariners. . ! Yes. with silly miniature white oxen Hauling their load. Free? I turned away From final contemplation of the Moses Drowned in despair. Consigned to Florence and how . I was thinking of My thirtieth year.

MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] Through the still noon. and bow their heads. terribleness. or thus Disposed. should drop the rope. an immemorial Astonishment to all the future s ships Whose sailors.&quot. stricken dumb. The puffy drifting cloud Moving along the road seemed hardly more Than that hidden dust I filliped from my palm The day I feigned to pare my David s nose For Soderini. what sea-mark might not Immaculate on this mountain? Thus. in her lap The tortured limbs relaxed of breathing Life Exempt at last from the long agony. As in the And flung myself against days when I despised clay models some massive block &quot. I saw it grow Forth from the stone. why not some glorious Pieta ! I stood rise Eluding schoolmen s definitions? Yes. and stare. Aye. bend their knees adrift in waking trance! [58] . Blue sky the sea below and thought. I felt the stone Already flaking from my flying chisel Seized by a spirit stronger than my own. Nature. and should lend Its elemental purity and pity To her deep immortal gaze. Forget the sail. The mountain-mother. With fury what they call my The Voice of the seaward scarp. Quieted by this vast mysterious sky That broods forever over us.

Saint Francis. such dreams As. The iridescent glory. to buzz about As proud ! flies. I shambled down the moun tain &quot. visions and I have seen them such Which took me in the garden of my house as that In the first year of Leo s rule. for the eyes of Uriel all these To Of see how leaguering ambitions &quot. for one instance. Why. [59] . Moaning. one Autumn: The marvelous three-rayed meteor that I drew With pen and colors. The torsions of those torn celestial limbs. The grandeur glowing through such clouds of pain ! But. you wished a sound wool-stapling son. Father. when he raised his eyes and saw A crucified seraph in the Apennine. I Are no more strange (though less accountable) Than these inward dreams that grow and fill the mind Belittling life to a small mire for Not men.THE TRIUMPHANT TUSCAN The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] The moment passed. that glorious second sight Investing the bargaining Bernadone s son. and one toward Florence. Can one not image the feebly thundering wings. visions. think. the heart my triumph ! Once more the mo ment passed. Oh. the wild heaven-grief. one ray turned east and one O er Rome.

! . And the mask . and with converse Of art show me from out his cabinets Some strange fifth century carnelian scarab Graeco-Pho2nician. My Girolamo from the of Thundering Duomo. Cufic calligraphy on gray sardonyx. Who heartened And how (with talk of Thessaly Peirithous and the Lapiths fought all ! me The galloping Centaurs a summer night) To work my first relief He laughed indeed On being able to discover only One centaur dead in all the striving throng. father s customs-office. . . or a Grecian seal Presenting the quadriga ? I well recall One signet of exceptional intaglio: Twas Heracles and the Nemean lion. [60] . and my broken nose Helter-skelter. and scintillant mind. full eye. I wonder. &quot. a violet-colored mantle. With his beaked nose. . . Would the poetic despot set his hand. . . .MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] No mere stone-mason So. out tumble the memories. upon my shoulder. As once. there s Lorenzo s garden of that old . . could Lorenzo see me now. &quot. faun whose teeth I pulled Five ducats a month. ah. pulpit The Brancacci chapel. . ! And All heaped as offerings to Masaccio there again our great Poliziano.

scholars. ! . Lorenzo presided in an arrassed chair. The sky was heliotrope and softest saffron. the enthusiast. set to a mandoline. trees. Ficino. orange. such trysts. in some high cool chamlife were Such ber. as if all spring. on the slope Of Fiesole. Some near to heresy. Pico. Withal such learning and culture: jongleurs singing The triumphs of love. beyond it. The English doctor. swam in words. Goblets of wine. . poets. and. Most clear I see one exquisite spring evening.THE TRIUMPHANT TUSCAN The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] Such music and tourneys. Everyone reclined Mid wax-lights winking under the spreading Poliziano sang a gay ballata One of his own. Arno s Many meadows. such jovial wicked wit. arguing Arabic Or the haughty Chancellor explaining style With all the great I sat at board in hall. the red-tiled roofs And domes of Florence. Far beneath. chestnuts. . Almonds and other sweetmeats passed about. We were met in Pico s villa. as he expounded [61] . One was the Greek savant Demetrius Chalcondylas another Linacre . feasts. translators. Philologists. olive. and sugar-tarts. were gathered. and vine Around us. our Phoenix.

stately overhead forth the white processional of the stars. Soft from the pine-clad. Whose forehead leant on one delicate pale hand. burgher story-tellers Chuckle and quip. . Aye. Ah. . . once again beneath the palace walls The masquers revel. whose firm-set elbow cocked Suggests a hard bit of foreshortening. . most bravely striving To To reconcile his Plato with Saint Paul the youthful Pico. the Magnifico returns From bowered Careggi with his retinue. tramp of horse In sunlight. . Florence! And once. heather-honeyed hills. Girdling our City of Flowers. Florence. girls dance the carola. His brown hair falling low. as 7 returned From San Miniato where our falconets Held off the siege. . I marked upon the roof [62] .MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] The Infinite First Cause. There s the Nay! toll so often. and pause smiling contadina pass Basket on arm. . . floated the sound Of Swam faint far music. Or through the To watch some market-place I stroll. The night comes cool after the stifling heat Of summer day That took its asimmer with the plague In the broad square Patterned with moonlight. . his gray eyes stern. marvelously wise.

&quot.THE TRIUMPHANT TUSCAN The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] Of Santa Croce. Rome &quot. Thus light you held disaster. on the piazza. Francesco Maria snapped like a broken reed And Clement swayed to every gust that blew. vain and childish &quot. true that Venice quaked. True that France paltered. &quot. Again I hear the shout [63] . still ! Yet with nobility and fortitude His sad embittered nature might not see. two squads of whites and greens Battling at calcio for the football goal. The muddle around Milan seemed worse than fate most beauteous daughter of Yet. musicians seated playing. Florence. As Dante hailed thee. Florence. And. thou . Caesar s camp. blunderers! For the Apennine gorges Had you sent forth but a few thousand men and Instead of lavishing such craven gold You had turned Bourbon back who knows? saved The sack of Rome and your own ravishment. thus you lifted A As Niccolo named you. insurgent people. laughing face to doom. But blunderers. Where was thy strong hand to save Italy That hour? Did thy banner not bear the badge Of a great free people not a ship of fools ? Too late The viper Baglioni lurked ! Warm in your bosom.

and Florence dead.. is it you! friend Come in Come in ! ! ! good f eltro you are clad in. luxurious and weak. Who cared for the younger Medici? I carved Florence the warrior. So! Now another candle. nostro Re Leafy San Miniato gay with villas &quot. 164] . I hid my grief. Giorgio? A thousand welcomes. Upon the tower With a moody mind I carved that winged Victory for our camp Demolished by the victors . The dogskin stockings. ! Rash hope of France the great betrayal soon Overthrow. &quot. Twilight and Dawn Rome. Hola! I am coming! My Don t You. I came to to look upon my Florence more. showing forth my mind. sack. all too late my wool-bales. That is Giorgio. Florence the young and somewhat specious knight Of times of peace. friend . and these cordovan leather boots. Giorgio. gazing on her ruin.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] Viva Gesu Cristo. display My For Never various resignation or despair her. There Day and Night.. aid my sudden shifting either. This cramp gets in my legs hose beneath Was And that a knock? I can t move. ! Felt axe and hatchet I placed fall. rapine. There stand the figures in the sacristy Of San Lorenzo.

stupidity. . Still. Might freshen us a salad. . [65] . tis not yet finished. . . now my rare Urbino s gone His wife Cornelia loved him not as I His death and my brother Sigismondo s death / But this is scurvy talk.THE TRIUMPHANT TUSCAN The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] The weather still is sharp. I ve dropped the candle. eh? How did you manage to give the slip ? up your horse ? He can munch straw Beside my chestnut pony. tell me the gossip now. . Tonio! Where s the man? Sit down ! May I put Ah. You saw it before. sit down! This armchair by the fireplace. (Even better than water from the Trevi fountain!) Cheese? Figs? That orcio of olive oil . of course you came Just as you are to see the old man. Well then. secures your feather. take some wine ? Somewhere I ve wine from Florence trebbiano. Come. though hardly yet The time for malaria from the Pontine marshes. that I meant. You ve dined. On foot. . Such a cape and tabard and what riding-boots Spacious and spurred! Why yes. what a jewel in your velvet cap That is no. it is not the clean air of Casentino Especially but I see you in the flesh! And so you brought the Cardinal to Rome ? Ah. Say you ? No. That? Oh. . That s my Pieta no-o. Your journey? Did your sumpter-mules kick loose. you say? Again. Giorgio. .

white robes. Ah. you know. let my body to see it hacked apart When it is finished. them raze it. Affects my And branches too! in their hands . Wild rejoicing Along your j ourney ? Ah. I feel the And he . But Cosmo seems I . honor sensibly. and the wine Of Monte Alcino is good. At least that bastard mulatto Me perdone. that youth is sweet. this garrulous second youth of mine! . . or my youth will leave me all too soon. while the breath Is in By fools. . it is finished.. Speak. You live on plush. What s that you say? Such a triumph? My catarrh hearing slightly. Giorgio! One forgets.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] Your guards fall into drinking? What count ? s the ac Get on with it Lorenzo s madrigal Had it.. Yet. but did they truly ? With olive garlands on their heads.. a banquet Yes. all those letters that you wrote me.. but flies. I fear. these days. Then I ll be safely dead. I must not give up Seventeen years hard labor. Has such a devoted [66] I am glad the Duke servant. as I answered. I have eaten prugnoli. Better. My Giorgio. was thinking of these later Medici.

an outline of the dome I drew Though but that floor of Saint Paul s the marble Upon there I fear is not so orderly ! Now see. You say ? I know Girolamo s olden Council Hall. true [67] .. For example. in despite of death . I eked it out with various sheets like it. in your most excellent book. here The Greek Cross. see that great antique They say there s a Hercules By To The Lysippus. and you shall see the wooden one That my divine. and s ease. Pasted together. But. s the cartoon showing the plan. tis All vigor from Signorelli.. now I blush ! You make Too much of me &quot. In contempt of envy. To Tragically I sit for hours and try sprout the wings to match.THE TRIUMPHANT TUSCAN The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] So-o? Now this Must be the kernel of the nut. we ll exchange our models. for tomorrow. a table figure posture s worked from. I. my aching head.&quot. celestial Cavaliere Has at last prevailed upon To finish. Do you we ll eh? The Belvedere torso. The Duke greatly desires my own opinion? Well. Ah. who they say all Derive anatomy from Pollaiuolo. says my laziness he. Tomorrow come in the forenoon we will ride To Saint Peter s. that he made for Alexander carry upon the march. We-el. Giorgio mio.

sending Bartoli s book me Defence of Dante. and the wars passed. Oh . often spoken Of your Camaldoli among the mountains. and the blood of Christ Sold with both hands . that From Rome troops. was when I fled from the Spanish Those autumn weeks in oak and olive wood Verily saved my life.&quot. and faith again.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] I do commend the latter s compositions. my back for that short But you can understand. and I can say For once at least in my harassed career My The solitude brought peace. in turn Have you noticed? But let me bow to you And thank you That &quot. among the snows Among Where gentle rivulets threaded from cell to cell Of that high Hermitage. deeply for your thoughts of In these last years. How is the gentle wife? I joyed to hear these wars! You were rewarded [68] for your ruined farms In the valley of Chiaua. You have the firs. Something from Orvieto s in the Judgment. I am recluse too. sacrilege and simony of old Rome Passed. the splendor and the shame. where you healed your heart After Alessandro s murder. The world dropped from space. to the mountains.

all men is. Giorgio mio. after all. It is a great presumption said. Who would begin with that murder. tilt That What store is in your book have upon my conscience with Leonardo. &quot.THE TRIUMPHANT TUSCAN The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] For my part I declare I hate evil. but an honest Spoke truth indeed. I said And I Rude things to Leonardo. But. as it was. You must go ? ! [69] . Of artists. . and I thought him Utterly insincere. Yes. . and Bramante though you state case too strongly there and now this oaf. me! Francia was suave like Too smooth enameled. tomorrow. To dare kill anyone. Nanni! But let us speak of other The The Sangallists. My And Julius made a better cannon so ! yet I well remember it was Francia Praised the Bologna statue. Ah. Yes. I thank Your immediate devotion and courtesy For this kind visit thus on both your cheeks. More lively things. For the casting most. To bring forth good. The man who I am no statesman. . And how all his that angered suave Madonnas.&quot. man. This bungler. as for casting His Sforza what is casting. I have had my wrongs. not so soon Well then.

. Till my head twisted like the wool-guild s lamb. . .MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] So you found the old fellow down. and the outlines traced. eh? There s a step You slide the bolt. Bramante s me for Raphael I sake We ll I say and certainly never told him was so singly sculptor as to be Unable to paint any foreshortened figure Yet that was toil indeed! Upon a vault. My And breast clove to Bedaubed That With my backbone. Here is the design : A graybeard in a go-cart with his hourglass. then the surface took a mist. Julius. the cartoon Stretched on the surface. tried twanging nerves silly directions from his post below Till I was fain to wrench out scaffold planks And hurl them on his stubborn head. The length of wet fine plaster. Excellent truly. and then my rascal. Good night! Good night ! And now Something to draw with. my I see him Standing as on that April day he laid [70] . Anchora Imparo on the scroll above. I learn even in decay. dropping plaster face as though I wore a mask. Such a one am I. Muscles and draperies dashed in with the stylus. Ah Did wish to ruin yes.

Panted for time toward more great purposes. or again Sight him against a marble balustrade Mid trellised roses. His armor flashing as he reviewed the troops Another time or watch him as he plays At tric-trac. [71] . smiling On two court lovers in a loggia.THE TRIUMPHANT TUSCAN The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] The new Saint Peter s firm foundation-stone. through good or evil hap. Ah. And slave-drove Art yet always with intention ! Beyond the dull ambitions of the great. : For this is sure among all things unsure That he who holds. The hegemony of his soul s own city. Clement was vacillation. He was a man He quelled the whole Romagna. wholly easeful. with his snowy beard Pouring upon his crimson mantle. Sprinkling the marble with a benediction The stone that held the vase deposited I can see And filled with coins and medals . Shouting the crowd back from the pier s deep pit. how he dwarfs the artist ! Though many a doffed beretta has done me honor And Francis and the Sultan fawned on me. Faugh for the artist s life! I know I lie. Julius was power indeed! The man of action.. Leo was waste. Julius was power. Has more than all the kingdoms of the earth.. Disfranchising all lusts and vanities.

They need not thine august imprimatur! She saw a flaming sign in Juan Valdez Who thundered at the Curia s corruption. here . From which What heaven for you ? Heaven heaven in those hours! of the Redeemer &quot.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] Is more than that poor Prince of Niccolo brilliant. God s spark! God s spark Hands off. drawings pleased her. - To watch the flame-filled cloud of burning Rome For there ! my love would build a nunnery. Her pamphlet on Rests &quot. . for. Vittoria returns To stateliest music through my memory. . calculating s. the last day she said that I should stand the Lord s right hand in heaven. . the same the Inquisition searched . her heaven. impossible. Bembo. . I promised her designs. The Passion . Monte Cavallo. My On At &quot. . . Wrote many poems [72] in the Valdensian spirit. distilled such cooling dews upon Your eternal misery of procrastination. . as ever. be thou blessed hence.&quot. His monster . the Pieta most.. Magnificent Messer Michelangelo. Ah. thou ! polished humanist. This folio of her sonnets. Though at thy foot they say red Nero stood . And so.

Which makes the Creator visible to that creature Which has its peace only in seeing Him . while cruel beasts is to God just. Tis time to stumble to How my iron bed mists seep candle pales ! my Up &quot.. Messer Cock. And died within the convent here at Rome. where the yellowing Rose In sempiternal fragrance rays its light. don t split your throat Shrilling of dawn without ! The gray Through door and window. . . And died within the convent of Sant Anna.THE TRIUMPHANT TUSCAN The Triumphant Tuscan [CONTINUED] Loved the Capuchins. . . Dear Lord! Break thou the wall! [73] . So-of Well. . Now in that mystical convent of white stoles With Beatrice. obdurate stairs. &quot. . Among the flowers . So-o! . A nd light in the form of a river gloweth there With ineffable effulgence every side Living sparks like ruby and like topaz shine . Thanks sleeps. . . She evil things. .. Rend thou the &quot. . hunt down the Nor This church they see ever could be ! not the church she saw Oftentimes she came From Santa Caterina into Rome.Light is thereabove &quot. . . veil. . up past the Death That with his coffin I painted looms confronting me. hated Took pity on poor Renee.

gills. style bears the initials of His where lies hidden in the same s me name Sibyl of Erythra prophecy! Howbeit. What dawn-pulsed ! what splendor on each This mullet s bottle-green. sacred symbols have They whispered ! Your Greek And The titles. . . . no sail Popes when soon I spread my ! [74] . That weird. . far greater game ! ! These shimmering. . gleaming. with silver under. you Shall gape to see scale my drawing when I m through. Verily. .MOONS OF GRANDEUR MICHELANGELO IN THE FISH-MARKET HERE This S color for my monsters is no Arno-spawn. dark-flecked murena. flashing forms came first To Ye sunlight in the great JEgean Sea. Messer Domenico. wonder I shall net Well.

and a white Temple. against enormous night.BAST BAST SHE had green eyes. She sat there. Said old emperors hung like bats In barns at night. and I sat here. that excellent And little peaks to either ear. or ran like rats But empresses came back as cats! [75] . She smiled with clicking teeth and said That the dead were never dead. seer. She spoke of Egypt.

When kings were likened both to bulls and lions. [76] . oblation. Lord of all Creation. He For the vain dreamer. this Forth in simplicity came one king. Nor mere effulgence and material heat. These the son thought were vain Unless to Aten. one cause and cure. one strange sublimity. For their foil Scythed Akhenaten twas succeeded these Strange With single worship. And ceremony. Source of all living things. there. With only words of love and peace to bring An age of banditry and ravening lust. where the shrewmouse even Was sacred to some god of Egypt s heaven. the gentle and the just. Foreshadowing Israel s belief and Zion s.MOONS OF GRANDEUR THE SUN GAZER was past of earthly spoil Amonhotep s and Thothmes chariots swept Syria. zenith age THE For Egypt. in the far He saw dark of history. But an all-being. that caused the heart to beat. all gods endure In the sun of heaven. one God above The fine green scarabs of his father s reign Bear graved accounts of festival.

all A city Where should love and no man be afraid many-handed beams touch all. ! He &quot. raised his temples. gross. The birds fly in their haunts the fishes be Dazed with the bright profusion of thy beams Even in the deeps of the green-glimmering sea He sings. ! [77] . shadows-of-the-sun. O thou whom no artificer hath known. Words of the priests. &quot. &quot. thee alone &quot. The Aten my father twas who brought me The City of the Horizon this shall be. Adoring with their wings thy sacred ka. . &quot. here. to build ! Aid me I see in. The plotting priesthood triumphed with their guile And left his name no trace. and called him vile. of eternity. more evil they Than those things King Nebmaara hath known done Or Menkheperura heard So many a day &quot. deceitful shade was Amon-Ra. O rampart of a million cubits sheer. Remembrancer. ! And But beneath crescent cliffs there lay a bay a small island. And the bless &quot. and All equally.THE SUN GAZER The Sun Gazer [CONTINUED] Whose &quot. and when he died. he said. thou. slain by his dreams. where Akhenaten made for the chosen of his day. and wither wretchedness.&quot.

Embossed the panels and set the golden studs. along From Heliopolis nome. eyes of each beast that gloats in panic of one who breathed I am &quot. But o er each pylon. wall. Along the haunted road the lonely plain a concourse flowed. Gods on the gods high way. far cliffs Amon from And graffti. all bowed down. the ibis-headed giant turned Wild eyes and gnashing beak. and Isis burned With frustrate wrath. and obelisk. the demon-serpent of the cloud. the sphinx.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Sun Gazer [CONTINUED] They painted walls with lotus-flower buds. Processions of images and ghostly boats And Or strange shapes striding with heads of cat and ram Widened jackal-jaws. &quot. And Nak. wailing in vain To Harmachis. And Khnemu doffed the twi-plumed atef crown. made the courts fair to behold With masts and chiseled scenes and hieroglyphs. The burial-ground Of ancient kings echoed and stirred around. And Thoth. Osiris. And the great judge. the sun s disk. The true God flashed his symbol. ! [78] . Raised costly cedar covered Scored out the name of all with gold. To the pyramids. Ah then the Theban triad paled and bowed.

and man-faced sphinxes. darkness fell upon them. the spirit of evil on the earth. He Of all sickened.faced potter of the cataract. So Akhenaten triumphed a little space.THE SUN GAZER The Sun Gazer [CONTINUED] The snake of the northwind. ram. frog-headed. the goddess of all birth . With Hekt. died at last in the disgrace for Sephel. roaring Sekhmet ran From Memphis. all Like refugees from out a city sacked. But priest and warrior stood against his light. [79] . Anubis. Nun. Mentu. They seemed to hear And And Lowings and hissings and wilder sounds on high. and great fear. the barque of Ra Drove eastward toward the dark peninsula. god of war. king of the Hittite. like a golden cloud. A wave of darkness under the dark sky. And Set. Hawk. the falcon. The goat. of primaeval waters. Atmu. their sheep huddled as at the khamsin s blast of As out Egypt the gods of Egypt passed. fled by A On rout of star-mist that far shepherds soon lonely hills saw travelling past the moon And In rolling clouds tinged with weird bloody dye tossed in monstrous shapes. led the van Horus. Hathor.

oh king. and Abimilech of Tyre. To &quot. ! Yet Akhenaten brooded Still in despair. . as did not faithless Aziru. officers brought curse and prayer. &quot. The King. his one loving peace. our great Sun Simyra is a bird into the snare But thou hast sent us not one word not one So wails their anguish in th old character. The Amorite. But now the Khabiri sack the King s strong King. king of Byblos. we have been calling the King of Egypt. The bitterest pang for any king to feel Rended his heart.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Sun Gazer [CONTINUED] Smote the Canaan and conquered as with Ribaddi stood. . her tears are falling! For twenty years. &quot. and still the conquest grew. . save thy land. . . His people died the death. And rebels wrought great scaith. still praying weariedly god that naught could quite abash. With Egypt. Murder and plunder. As long as the King s ships are on the sea His strong arm held him Naharin and Kash. ! pities ! Thus the cuneiform from Palestine And all of Syria s empire holding leal. keeping faith fire. [80] . Deputies. Then night came down on Akhenaten s line. Ribaddi. this day of direful cities &quot. . And all that he could give seemed idle breath. And Tunip thy city weeps.

Stood with clenched fists. the falling wall. and their conquest knew a zenith hour [81] . wrought and fought and won back for his race Gradual sway. the rent. he put by the sword. vineyards of the south. for all ! And Yes. The captured The sea-coast Despoiled and cities cities. Of All night. necropolis Of even God. at the throne. Who That doughty captain whom all the folk adored. dash ing Their tear-floods. who would put no trust In spear or chariot or the loud dust Of marching O er And hoplites with their emblems flashing the lapped shields. Egypt s earthly might . the provinces all torn. And Harmhab took his place. The desperate defense.THE SUN GAZER The Sun Gazer [CONTINUED] The city of brightness gradually darkened To a city of the grave. imploring. roared in caverns of his heart. His empire fell apart. he. Then Rameses held power Soon. &quot. near Orontes mouth. alone. so lay dead. The ravaged pasturage and trampled corn. and black waves. As some seamed warrior from the east. wide-eyed. he hearkened Curses and wailings from a black abyss slaughtered lives. put by the sword. And still he prayed. There is one God &quot.

And passioned on after their own intents. &quot. hordes from west and east. I behold Living in Truth A pale. his title then. The welfare of a kingdom and a throne. like his mother s. frail youth. So our musings start he went forth. to doff his crown and take his crown. &quot. from south and north. in sheets of purest gold Ere it was coffined. Heaped the opprobrium. On Akhenaten. and love alone. Of old. The man who willed salvation for his race He who Through happiness at last before the night. [82] . Again I see him tread the painted floor Between the gilded columns.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Sun Gazer [CONTINUED] Till. Living in Truth and Aten. murmurs. &quot. Made the land strengthless. at length all fell apart. &quot. raised their gods once more. He &quot. for there a King stepped ! &quot. The man who saw his God so face to face All else was shadow in that blinding light . And with his death. ! ! down. Lonely Lonely he died. whose body should have been Lapped. would build on love. the zealot to the last. Cast in a mould wherein no king was cast. His name they cut from all the monuments. in the cool Of some high lakeward-looking vestibule.

she appeared Beneath the Hawk-god s sky Wearing the collar and the small false beard To seem full monarch-man. Father of the Nile. in the Delta to Aswan &quot.THE QUEEN S IDYLL THE QUEEN S IDYLL KILIMANDJARO. the red and white. And [83] . The diadems are two. the moon s delight! Tis of the Queen Hatshepsut that I write. her titles ran. first cataract King of the North and South east to Sinai s cliffs. and wife of Thothmes. by Lower Egypt crowned With thronelike headdress high And red. Sister From Buto At the &quot. Hear the Queen s story! Queen of Two Lands. whereon was Upper Egypt s bound Of linen stiff and white. king of guile In predynastic glory. the old Scorpion. Nor Narmer. The bright asp reared Golden from brows as bright. Of both she was the wearer. Smiled not on any fairer. Oasis apricot.

strange dreams perplexed the royal heart. Their rites they sing. where e er one trod. Beyond. sculptured courts. [84] . &quot. stood mid soaring pillars beneath the bright Enameled semblance blue of gilt-starred night In the hypostylic hall. &quot. She entered from the And Heart-throbbing that she dared. Invoking signs therewith.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Queen s Idyll [CONTINUED] golden falcon of the solar blood Where e er her camels tracked. in monolithic shrine. the god Held seat and sacred ark. Her father Amon named. &quot. The walls were Palmed priests ap proached the king Bearing the holy barque Of Amon. in a flood Of light and perfume o er her mother stood. With battle-scene and myth colored. lord of thrones. Around him. As hymn the hieroglyphs. Hailed &quot. The Queen to Karnak fared Where the superb propylons leaned apart Masted with cedars tall And brilliant light. who. pennants. Yet dreams. Souton di hotpou! She renders offering.

secret land Plant these. The linen headdress spread Striped folds upon her breast. there what I will. O [CONTINUED] Father Amon. &quot. to deck pears my house! When night ap Then seek /. From the great Double House &quot. Copper-clasped leopard-ckin Swung on her shoulder. s Idyll We love. While sistrums softly thrill: &quot. The ladders of incense in the With mystery tease my rest. And Through my strong genii of the myriad years those of east and west! Sibylline utterance ceased. Lord of Thebes And guardian of Karnak ! As silver dourah sprouts from darkest glebes Our heart shows forth its love. as thou lovest the king. lord of hopes and fears. She turned from apron to her ribboned queue Kingly. and next of kin [85] . Amon thy Father. pray counsel Us To find what now We lack. Then. that mures perilous Us thus How to adventure some voyage We scarce feel worthy of ! The god bespeaks the priests who understand.THE QUEEN S IDYLL The Queen &quot. She bowed her head.

jewel-dazzled sand. &quot. He heard her sighs. &quot. Put now to sea for Fount. &quot. Majesty. She thrilled to hear him speak. and stood Under her gleaming throne whose sides were bound With lotus and papyrus.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Queen s Idyll To gods. &quot. And at command we seek the Balsam-land. The hot South calls. swiftly sail away ! [86] . Instruct my captains. with And his knobbed stick of cherry wood black curled wig. Numberless herds. The golden graven To this collar she had given her architect flashed on her eyes Collyrium-lengthened each to a dark heaven For his deep gaze. and retinue through Huge doorways to her waiting And home through heat to rest. Thy temple walls Are finished. he heard her softly say. oh. &quot. &quot. And swiftly sail. Obeised before the high-plumed Queen. Senmut.&quot. She leaned. and many a gorgeous bird. We bring you back the incense-trees you seek ! The Queen s lids lowered. [CONTINUED] She trod the whispering pave. in broidered linen gowned. where Thou hast heard Of fabulous treasure.

And now The captain lifts his wand. The boardings are like chapels. or argosies . A month they loitered toward that wonderland. bear down the breeze. [87] . shadow the deck. with their brass. For their necks and brows Gay They necklets had they brought. pigtailed people on the strand As known to Chufu. The painted flag-ship gleams From lotus-flower stern to golden bows With green and yellow. Prow and stern Bear Harmachis. and the Cow. embroidered. cinnamon From Ind or ships of Tarsus and the west Lade with their precious woods. Of Colchis. Brave-striped and diapered awnings. The sail is cloth of dreams Spread on a wide yard double the high mast height. daggers and rings. Then saw the small coned huts and short-horned cows And point-beard. tasseled sail is spread. And toward far Fount the graceful ships are gone For stranger freight than other Nile-craft quest Through caravans of ointments. The green and red Chequered. s And thirty rowers dip in tides of light. set them out to barter with these things. fans that burn With peacock eyes.THE QUEEN S IDYLL The Queen s Idyll [CONTINUED] Each cabin is a very stately house With pillared doors. the Ibex.

and cups of gold And birds of peacock plumage. the Prince. Had passed at last. of Fount. all balms Of the Divine ! Land For Amon-Ra thirty-one growing trees They left the cocoa-palms And Parihu. Paint for the eyes. There was a cargo of rare khesit-wood With powder of Ahem. pearls priceless to behold (With apes dog-headed and monkeys with long tails !) Crowded the decks mid casks and ropes and bales. The Queen came down to [88] . The suite of the great Queen s ambassador Struck camp and left that white sea-whispering shore. And &quot. snared at dawn. two years or more high granite quay People from wharves and roofs watched them out spoils. &quot. kash and copper-ware. Gold stone and blue and green! The sailors Never was like brought back to any king! All treasures of the Land .MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Queen s Idyll [CONTINUED] Then to these strangers from far Tamera drawn The ruler s heart was warmed. throned at his ease. snarling with golden stare. Mountains of incense-resin purple-hued. When the canal was reached. sing. By the pour Their curious See. hunting leopards.

and her skin The oil of Ani. ! But Senmut. Globed from brown ears. Black Nubians white-toothed. Along the quay she swims Reclined on cushions of red and blue. and. traders of Tyre. verily/ &quot. Newly-returned. green uat on Studs. with emeralds of Sinai lid of eye. Slavemen of Sais who have bound with wire Slaves black as fish-spawn. radiant Queen. So Snake bracelets and a helm of blue with brass made gold. enchanted as a child The merchants from Javan. Arabian horsemen with their cream-skinned mares. giraffes and monkeys green. all in the hot sunlight. She cried with laughter. and the wondrous height Of trees and scented bales. The painted Wild-bearded chiefs ships. stood apart Watching whene er the crowd craned necks a space [89] . fresh-bathed And dressed. on all her limbs Senmut saw her pass. there between The brick-hued sailors.THE QUEEN S IDYLL The Queen Borne s Idyll [CONTINUED] in her naos. now must envy me &quot. in silver tissues sashed and swathed. those who cry the wares Of Persia or of Kedar. seamed and sunburnt. on these there smiled ! A &quot.

And swiftly was blue night. since the flame Of day was [90] cooled. on the gay-awninged heights . Careful of count. The checking and the storing. too proud to question. All afternoon the measurement went on. But where is he ? &quot. So she rode back to the great Double House. since he did this discourtesy. on the quays The din and dust. And many lights Now. lest his &quot. Twinkled afar o er Thebes. to Number and measure entered in temple For the god Horus watched. and the just books. scales Held Theban Amon s tribute in roped bales. some ghastly spot Of lean cadaverous lions. Yet bit her nails for doubt. and grave. with troubled looks. And then she said. Sighing. &quot. was Te-hu-ti. At last the trees were drawn Up the long dromos to the terraces Of the King s temple. paled In some far desert grave. My other envoy spoke he is not dead &quot.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Queen dart s Idyll [CONTINUED] To hark some foreign parrot how there would A shadow of desolation o er her face And a strange query line her little brows. But still Senmut came not and sent no speech. see And then she called the temple scribe. who hated not bones be hid architect. from the Libyan beach. And Her Her she. Red evening came.

Forth she stepped Stood waiting. [91] . A foun tain wept. Of flat white roofs the people took Or under tamarisk or cedar trees In their pooled gardens. yet with such grace. now alone terrace on to terrace. The dim stars burned. At last the col onnades the portico. And therewithin to Amon she abased. so small. But Hatshepsut made Her favorite baris glide across the Nile. Her gift and venture. There the night Showed shadows where the new myrrh-trees lay Up prone Or stood to When men Of wait the coming of the light should plant them. sphinxes. At the river-steps her Nubian guard she bade Halt and await her. her likeness in each She moved. And up the moonlit aisle Of crouching face.THE QUEEN S IDYLL The Queen s Idyll [CONTINUED] their ease. He answered her Only by grave full silence. alternate lights and shades. the trees of myrrh. Yet she prayed in haste As swift to somewhat else. Bidding him take his own. state and From past the first propylons.

&quot. gazing on her terraces full set With ladders of myrrh under that holy gleam Of trembling stars yet with a wild regret Before her glimmering temple. loveliness ! she sobbed.MOONS OF GRANDEUR [CONTINUED] Then. dim violet haze Anon. Her lover came Senmut breathed her name. ! Thus the night Veils their embrace. The Queen s Idyll &quot. Forth from the shadows. my Father! she murmured in amaze. &quot. Pressed close against his heart. So far I sought! Yet all I sought was s he! And knew not &quot. [92] . Amon. &quot. &quot. Thy words to me. a lingering breeze Wafts dreamy fragrance from the incense trees. Of &quot. O barren dream &quot.

in that strange place Were glassed within the storm s green evil light. [98] . looked. And mine stayed terrored on his furrowed face. So we two. and the ship. great prow dragon-headed His right hand clutched. as though that clutch im bedded The mane of some proud steed by prouder master Praised fiercely for dominion of disaster.THORSTAN S FRIEND THORSTAN S FRIEND To Laura Now when we waves were come to that bright gleam of Frowned on by purple dusk. It was as when the gull-king cries. and all his life stood in his eyes. lit like a cave s lit Dim gulph with fox-fire Before the thunder split too malicious Heaven and earth with shattering peal on peal! Under the canopied dark all Thorstan s steel And The Flashed as he leapt upright stood with folded arms affronting night. He He spoke.

Vikings.Thor!&quot. To save him Before his life? would a man not save his friend But this was other kind. He knew. You who come after. Dropped arms. ! (hearing the thunder) and &quot. like mistletoe lay on his breast. There is one track that all our fates attest it is And when we reach the end well known. ! He gazed. last I lay Pennons of chilly light whipped in the west. his He knew. So Thorstan cried no more. who had reached his end. My limbs were leaden and I longed for rest. He raised his head again and took my hand. may you understand &quot. &quot. He groaned no groan. you will not find him any more. f I turned my head away. out the day. [94] . cried cried Thor &quot. mounting the bulwark. Then the storm At the long burst.MOONS OF GRANDEUR Thorstan s Friend [CONTINUED] raised Then Thorstan height both arms up to their And &quot. The dark blew along the shore. and His beard cried no more. Flashing spray Blinded my eyes. I knew mind.

crying. it says not the end. my friend!) is there. it Bringing no peace.THORSTAN Thorstan s S FRIEND Friend [CONTINUED] And if I live the sun again will rise. here was the parting of our ways. And if I live the moon be in the skies. Broad lies the light along the level sea. s Thorstan gnarled body in some sandy cairn shifting tides lies turquoise-eyed. of store and stead. Such as he Desire no crown of our dull victories. They Fling from their eyes the jeweled glittering spray Of kingdoms and peer ever toward the west. This heart says. This heart within (My me knows it is not my friend. the ghost in Thorstan. Under the But that. rending hunger dispossessed steed... A warm hand touch me and a dear face see ! With him the thing was other. doth not bide By wet or dry or where we friend. feel the air. For here yet says and says. of wife and bairn. I cannot know but he? . By Of such strange. [95] .

Northumbria s banished earl. Harold s brother. And Tostig. In Rouen fumed Duke William And swore this should not be. So the Norse returned to England With fire and sword. Sat Harold the son of Godwin With the sword of Athelstane.MOONS OF GRANDEUR THE BALLAD OF TAILLEFER To Elinor Wylie ON the judgment seat of Alfred. and found One gift from the golden Dragon Seven feet of English ground! [96] . By the saints of Normandy. Harold. King of the English kind. Lord of Britain. Acclaimed by churl and thane. Spake with Harold Hardrada And saw his fierce lip curl. The Earl of the West Saxons. By the Mount of the Archangel. With Edward in his mind.

And under the Mora s lantern One knight sang to the king. But below the Picard river The south wind came at last To the sails of all Duke William His ships were sailing fast North on the misty channel s ships. Bearing a name for the strong. Yet Taillefer. shield wall The last of the ancient sea-kings Routed at Stamfordbridge. When stars were glittering. Freedom and strength and grace. Light of the eyes that challenged. Of a horn that mocked despair. Merry. With a voice of youth and victory Taillefer Taillefer ! ! Brooding the Conqueror watched him And his rapt uplifted face. untouched by evil.THE BALLAD OF TAILLEFER The Ballad of A Taillefer [CONTINUED] by Gate Fulford. youth of laughter. Open and frank and kind. Taillefer. Thick spears on a windy ridge. Thrilling the night with a song Of Charlemagne and Roland. [97] . Cleaver of Iron.

England ! He In cried with a surly glare. Through the wet wave at Pevensey The armed host threshed to shore. So I take seizin of &quot. Sudden abashed and halted By the Conqueror s loud commands He &quot. Calling aloud to the muster All sons of English sires. The Dragon and the Fighting Flamed southward through the [98] Man shires. Now With a thane rode to King Harold tidings strange indeed. s Yet caught youth impish laughter the eyes of Taillefer. .MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Ballad of Taillefer [CONTINUED] And That a filled serpent stirred in the darkness Duke William s mind. And the Duke would first have reached the land But a light step leapt before First on the coast of England Bareheaded with blowing hair Bounded that unleashed leopard The young knight. Taillefer. fell. Duke William tripped and The earth in his two hands. paused. And Harold marched for London Ere the man had turned his steed.

The morning Grew gray in the chilly air. vowed A minster to St. &quot. Poitevin.THE BALLAD OF TAILLEFER The Ballad of Taillefer [CONTINUED] And southward from London muster And the rood in Waltham s fane Levies pressed to the Standard Of the troops that met the Dane. To the blessing of Bishop Odo Knelt men from Boulogne and Maine. Picard. Battleaxe men and darters High on a spur of the downs. Till they stood From all the shires And south on the Hill of Heathland Duke William. [99] . fits the fray. on the heights of Senlac and towns. That their hope be not in vain. The Conqueror summoned to his tent The young knight Taillefer. So the night passed. Breton. &quot. Singer of songs of daring Lead thou the van today ! With open eyes of wonder Youth faced embittered craft. peering. Martin Where the English gleamed like cloud. Youth would go Rashness best &quot. first ! He eyed him. &quot.

And &quot. And out from the his lance Norman vanguard on high. There was to cross the English fosse then the host stood still Where that ash-woven barricade Frowned from the sloping hill. . lark began to climb. Billmen and jerkined archers Through marsh and wasteland strode. And sunlight burst upon the downs. Tossing Unhelmeted. Sudden the young knight laughed. A A burthened pause ere battle About the hour of prime. &quot. Toustain the White with the banner Bright glimmering through the haze. in a Taillefer [CONTINUED] flash of vision.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Ballad of Then. Odo in gleaming armor By And the Bastard of Falaise. Struck gold from his tangled hair. a shaft of early sunlight the banner of the Apostle. unheralded Under the open [100] sky. cried Taillefer. By Yea. sire ! So beyond Telham northward The Norman knighthood rode.

Bearing a name for the strong. With a glorious Taillefer! voice of victory Taillefer! Swift flew the sleet of arrows As Up the English trumpets blew. Rode the minstrel Taillefer. But he tossed his lance and caught As his charger caracoled. And high over horn and battle-cry His ringing singing rolled it [101] .THE BALLAD OF TAILLEFER The Ballad of Taillefer [CONTINUED] a charger that stepped like dancing. Cleaver of Iron. Of one hour that mocked despair. surged the host of the Normans. Yet Taillefer. Blood glinted on the dew. On A vivid flame in the sunlight Taillefer. Hildebrand s flaming ensign Mounted to the attack. Warriors of Kent and Essex Shouted defiance back. lord of laughter Thrilling the day with a song Of Charlemagne and Roland. With a song for all to share.

O trumpet against despair. haunting. Taillefer! Lift us to surer victory Taillefer! [102] .MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Ballad of Taillefer [CONTINUED] Taunting. Snp&amp. Voice of Youth s clearer vision. immortal. Till at length on a blinded And And clutch at the saddle bow Harold The shades of Senlac close And deep in the heart of England Burns the spear of her foreign foes. And so wars come and so wars God knows what end to wars! Rapine and craft and murder pass Under the quiet stars. A j gauntlet flung in the teeth of Death Taillefer ?. Taillefer t J ! ! Then they saw him reel in the saddle the fight closed on the hill crest With curse and clashing blow.**b oh the sunlit air.lt.

ON WEBBE. Of Prester John he saith Astounding things. in Persia they set him free To fight their foes. ENGLISH GUNNER His troublesome travailes HE Saw Of met the Danske pirates off Tuttee the Chrim burn Musko speaks with bated . Mocked home through Italy after his release With threats of the Armada and all of it Warms me like firelight jeweling old wine . &quot. Quaint is the phrase. But Queen Elizabeth He worships. . as gunner. ENGLISH GUNNER ON EDWARD WEBBE. ingenuous the wit Of this great childish seaman in Palestine. breath his sale to the great Chained him to oar their galleys Turk. &quot. when peril of death on the sea Until. In some ghost inn hung with the golden fleece! [103] . and his dear Lord on Calvary.

when Cortez s fame burned far. Yet.MOONS OF GRANDEUR THE PRIEST New BLOOD Mexico IN THE DESERT To Douglas Duer Sixteenth Century stained the purple panoply. no pomp of banner and sword. Castile. long ago learned the holy zeal When Mexico God from grim Great green-plumed Montezuma a roaring flame. black cities The seven golden angels held that land. But serpents crowned fire-ringed them round. s folk writhed in For this remembrance is in our hearts. with no captained companies. men who miraged the golden sand. blood smirched long. remembrance that shame. Into the unknown North went forth plain served the Lord. [104] . High Marquis Star. of the Valley under the Western With no cuirasses ringing.

/ Now clear his brow. said his office through with fitting his At Prime he psalms and prayers. seemed gospel to the priests. Heaven s [105] .. Sand burning through mesquit and sage Mazing his his sandals. believed these things.. And rumored grotesque monsters. Though the sun a brazen giant clomb golden stairs. in more than Hell s despite. All men So once. quivering rage. north strode Fray Estevan. Deus in adjutorium meum intende . far-clumped the skyline sneezing burro s steps.THE PRIEST The Still IN THE DESERT [CONTINUED] Priest in the Desert Coronado dread s canyon yawns a chasm of awe and Wherein pulse wizard blues of noon and Hell-pits crumbling red. Infamous demons flapped the waste on black Sa tanic wings With sulphurous breath of hideous death. North from the New Galicia. The first five Joyful Mysteries smoothed lifted &quot. scourged by the blaz ing dawn. rock-realms of devilish beasts On gorgeous painted mesas. &quot.

He saw the sanctuary lamp. jowl on hands.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Priest in the Desert lolled That brazen giant [CONTINUED] and gazed upon him. came to Sext. down the desert [106] . the lifting of the Host. felt the fierce scorn of those barbarous skies. Jesuit. . he chanted from his stall. his thought... the tall wax-lights again. all round flamed lions At None by small food stayed. the ters cool. Fray Estevan. Yet on from None he trod alone waste sands Evenfall! till The colors from far mesas died. wandered through clois He He stopped to watch a mouthing carp gulp from the garden pool. When When he said Tierce he at the next he eyes. Tarantula and scorpion crept rustling through the sands. wist fully strayed to Spain. Ineffable a cooler air breathed track. heard his Novice-master s voice. The censers swinging at High Mass. He saw the tabernacle veil crimson for Pentecost. blue mountains turned to black.

Weird mythologic beast and bird shrieked there to sun and star. he had heard. The cactus took mysterious forms under the eve ning sky! Wild treasure-cities. Less loudly raced his heart. Ave Maria.THE PRIEST The IN THE DESERT Priest in the Desert [CONTINUED] At Vespers there were stars above and shadows long and high. [107] . His burro sneezed again. Satan s dark familiars prowling the desolate land! told his beads the three times through. crowded those cliffs so far. behind. each added Gloria said. down to Our Lady Crowned. Then stillness and the myriad stars. Screamed a blue-headed pinyon-jay. gray gophers whisked aside. All devilish and ghoulish things wrought on the shrinking flesh. His mind clove to the Mysteries. striv He ing with silent dread: Pater Noster. The reek of mad blood-sacrifice sickened his sense afresh. the swish- And swish of the sand. his feet more firmly gripped the ground. a far coyote cried.

. glorious yoke of Christ.. in the solitary night. Courage from each he drew. healing thrills on men. Deus in adjutorium / his lips began again. to that white bewildering Throne whence &quot. feeling still the Bronzed? . the relic in the pack.. lips apart as if for song. The altar stone lay safely there. clearly shone his sacred hour! He saw the Bishop stand In awe once more he gazed upon hand. [108] . Ah. And alb and stole and maniple. .MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Priest in the Desert [CONTINUED] Then. he touched his burro s back. . Above the eternal star-sown worlds unfolded deeper skies Even &quot. So. Chalice and paten and altar wine. safe were the wafers too. his consecrated In moonlight? Not swathed in white? Yet fierce-white blazed that tryst With Heaven! His heart leapt. once more he raised his eyes.

on blue gloom in pale light. The cards are laid As breaths respire. Swims ivory-clear. Or gold. Each long black pane Streams with the Against the fire rain. She of the fluttering parchment hands Plays solitaire. The cards are laid. The clock tocks. S SOLITAIRE To Kathleen Norris A scarf of black lace Across white hair And around Or her face That. or vain Desire.EUGENIE S SOLITAIRE EUGENIE IN a yellow room Till past mid-night. [109] . The fire-irons brass Glitters like glass.

as she Lays them down Like a person paying dues: King knave (You see?) A A A heart a spade for a grave to brave club for a crown diamond The rabble. Shifting the ill-planned pattern of the cards. [110] . A web design. She Thinks swift small thoughts Of temper of tact. like renown. Quickens her hand Or retards. Her hand hovers To see What the card covers.MOONS OF GRANDEUR Eugenie s Solitaire [CONTINUED] White and exact On green baize The lady lays Her cards. On each card Is a gold s back crown And golden curlicues. The cards shine Brittle as glass.

And And the golden bees aswarm. a heart. A spade. A A Queen a Jack. The walls fade: Flaring and blazing chandeliers. Heart a Spade. Black Red. Red black. bright Bright mockeries. that nears. bright nights. Floors that shine Like glass. spilt wine. the fears. A Club A Diamond instead! They are laid. The light flickers. a uniform With a crinoline. and the fears! Her hand To see hovers [111] . Ices. lips. She lays them down. The room widens. Bright eyes. Conversational surf seething beneath the lights.EUGENIE Eugenie s Solitaire S SOLITAIRE [CONTINUED] But not to save! As the eyes smart.

Red Blood black (And the rain!) death. imperial again In her midnight dress. France and Spain! Erectly now. Her eyes swim As her hand blind. gallant land. Exact and passionless. Quickens its fluttering movement. Then the thought closes Like a black box-lid in her mind. or retards That gesture of a sunny. [112] . Purses her lips to imaginary roses In Spain again. She plays the cards.MOONS OF GRANDEUR Eugenie s Solitaire [CONTINUED] What She the card covers.

nicht just it s Plaster and wood So here we are. and the storm About to break. A-ah. my I. is left. slipping through my hands That are grown so feeble. Its walls do not dissolve? Somehow You and cohere. though the world without Yes. Katti? WHAT am The tvahr? Yes. This room is good. we re safe and warm Just for an instant. the same. Dankel Knows closed eye the house falling. I ll lie down. One builds ll I try to doze. claret.IN THE HOUSE OF HALLUCINATION IN THE HOUSE OF HALLUCINATION 1914 I saying. Do I hear a clock Striking? It seems to mock it seems to mock This house of shadows and how the shadows spread ! [113] . my head. Topples to crash. Katti. thinking. Yet only like a house of cards it stands Falling forever. thanks Just for a All that ! little. Old friend. dear. But the it high. facing. For such a war So you arrange a cushion for An old man with the gout All Europe forming ranks as I foresee and dread.

Thirst like a Cziko s for the open plain Halloo. It aches so terribly. and every night I ve dreamed until at last she stands Such ghastly dreams (For all the madhouse whirl. no cessation from the drums That roll and roll and roll us down to death!) But where you are you can forgive. and the loosened rein. . fearless still And thoroughbred to finish out the course For all the slipping avalanche of ill. so straight &quot. for all the sorrow!) . . pure as their trust and love ! . Listen! (No. So beautiful.MOONS OF GRANDEUR In the House of Hallucination [CONTINUED] The purgatory its of the unredeemed Uplifts myriad hands to clutch. But delicate. and see All you are now. by the Mont Blanc quay Under a heaven as blue as the blue lake. One wonders how the heart can fail to break. the edelweiss That drinks the sun on glacial glares of ice. superbly. hoof-thunder. little peace a until tomorrow. Beast! How we suffer! Beast! The sky above Clear as her eyes. Backing The Boy &quot. all you are now to me. cold. who comes Under the raven wings !) Elizabeth. fragile. upon her horse. The boat so near. A cluster of white And (Not there is orchids in her hands. also like the woman s in white. At last Luccheni. the dead White faces writhe.

It resembled These scroll-work German toys. is. I always understood The best cement was blood. some print or map On wood. and the hands of power have spasms. all cut apart to be assembled With hair-like lines that scarcely show the gap If the hands firmly press but delicate Of touch lest. every grudge Engendered. Against the hill the rose-field. My life has just been dabbing every part With bayonet-bristled brushes. Hungarian. well say. Is it true Such brushes are too stiff? One trusts the heart Too little? This Humanitarian glue Seems thin and pale. You told me blood. Mother. ! [115] . my tutors. Life was. The pieces fidget loose. the cure was bleeding.IN Ah THE HOUSE OF HALLUCINATION your villa there In the House of Hallucination [CONTINUED] dear. recall Corfu. Serbian. a puzzle. the sea-wall Rose-marble. Italian. with the merest knock or nudge. joggling loose! One needs to be a connoiseur of glues. my marshals. on that purely glittering air Your heavenly cadences that rise and fall Reading from Heine in your templed nook With sunlight patterns shifting on the book. all the pieces of the nation In such a maze of jointures. all those leading Like old-time surgery. Croatian. . Such was the State And This Nationalism. till crevices are chasms. Crevices show.

some pieces interlock Naturally. and mouths that out of Hell their revenge. loss on irreparable loss. for example. [116] . it seems. the Magyar kind And Austria s power. religion. Bosnia. with taunts I cannot quell! Such is an empire. Yet the Archduke they slew saw through the mists A third power in the empire must have place. we thought. Rather. Not just gold candelabra and court-trains. we should have formed a state With all the Jugoslavs incorporate In amity.MOONS OF GRANDEUR In the House of Hallucination [CONTINUED] As to my figure. Well. So an emperor reigns. By all. from her side To fit them otherwise. They felt the shock. when we pried Herzegovina. In Serbia. After Sadowa. all we undermined cut the wild Serb growth whose roots entwined So fatally. a bloody cross. So there came plot and plot and counterplot And Grin the mailed fist. Uniforms. dying not. We builded pomps of mist without a base Save on the slaughtered bodies of a race That heave the empire over. jewels. Language. At last we could not shun That solemn rising of the Balkan sun. orders. I have tried. Serbia goaded champion in the lists. We To ruined the Hungarian pact Now I perceive the fact.

Charlotte! But though indictment. you fled to Biarritz. hear her. Who And should have aided. jealous there too! I aver. Bruckenau. they say Just what they please. with grief. Yschl or Ireland. where mad Ludwig moaned. skirts the coast Over the sparkling blue. even Charlotte. despite! Twas the cree De [117] . the upstart Bonaparte. But who was I not. on the crown in Buda. day A-ah. kept your youth somehow. after all. black heart. . So. coup d etat indeed He Twas.IN THE HOUSE OF HALLUCINATION In the House of Hallucination [CONTINUED] And archdukes gibbering with a madhouse leer. That amiable thief The usurer Jecker. &quot. like It is a house of fear its Sternberg with gondola-throned Blood-royal inmate. and Miramar s in sight. not even the anarchist. As Bismarck said. dear. . and. The sea-road ends. ! And I took the so they sold out Max. So I spoke To the Baron over there. shade. &quot. . ! A But then suppose had returned as Emperor? The folk Wanted my abdication. The castled crag that holds such secrets close. almost A league from Trieste. To think. and then. My Was mother sneered. de Moray s base. of her Who wished none harm. past villas flashing white. I resist The wild That white road seems to twist Above the Adriatic.

Aim surely. When Francis bid for Maximilian s crown And lost. running long fingers slick Eyes of a girl! Benedek and Sadowa ? Yes. . . . I d have returned his rights of the succession Had he been freed. cried. . there But I must fold my arms against ! too. . He &quot. and we face The Gaul against the strong Germanic race.MOONS OF GRANDEUR In the House of Hallucination [CONTINUED] For that they shot him! My note exonerates me. trick I hated. sometimes. Back to Charles Fifth and Francis. If we only knew What this new murder means They ll not accede To such gross terms they ll never. so chest? why feel this oppression . his heart. Louis Fifteenth felt Austria better neighbors? That was but once. Ah. here! Our schemes are. Germany must rule. you simply freed The waiting lever. this whirl Of accusation. though. [118] . Those days seem idle labors. Now at last it runs Red from the spigots of our great steel guns. &quot. aim. hand on Muchachos. and every murderer pouched A golden coin. How lame that other He had Back through his flaxen hair. this centuried blood in which we drown Was brewed for broaching. Upon my Such smothering! Tis avouched He stretched his hand. poor fool Of Sarajevo! Boy.

bad. As I drive down the Ringstrasse (guards Plumed and cuirassed. all In the House of Hallucination [CONTINUED] The blood was must be drawn no dream. stands at each As I pass my chancellor he is there.IN One It THE HOUSE OF HALLUCINATION could not change the blood. seem to see? great black bloodhound whines at the door. He is there. sniffs neath the throne-room door. he is there ! Catherine. ! ! ! stair. my phrases falter. he is there ! My shoulders shudder. &quot. . sniffs. fateful And Rudie scheme murder? The whole long so wearies me. Whining War War War Pads down each corridor. s though the world go mad ! It is Was Meyerling a dream. where I turn my scowl. kneeling at prayer. [119] . As I lift my In the midst of the nave eyes to the holy altar. . I Of sorrow on sorrow s head What do I hear? What do The . and the slaverous jowl its lolled red tongue. &quot. riding beside) of pride Close within their ranks. In the great cathedral. Catherine. Sniffs. did you dream What still the Russian dreams? Your school Of nation-building saw the gleam From the far-off turrets of Stamboul. Is the great black head and the onyx glare Of With those two wild eyes.

Voltaire. can hear the drums. you knew More than But the have travailed through. Catherine. &quot. even then Your yellow hand came clutching forth From your fastness in the North. this is a snarling mood. Nay. Wagram. Light came forth From the North. And the deathly gray of dawn!) I Son of Leopold. (Hohenlinden. &quot. red with battle-stain. Hear the wild Kol Slaven rise. huge Napoleon. Yet your Christian Brotherhood! Are alliances like these? [120] . Aye. he has Poland s eyes. that whines. and lightning comes. dog that cries. Vultures breed in Northern skies. aye. Iron. Dog &quot. brilliant reptile wits Of Prince Metternich availed Had Louisa s marriage failed.MOONS OF GRANDEUR In the House of Hallucination [CONTINUED] Even then. On Bulgaria set your mark And withdrew into the dark Caldron of your plots again. Harken.&quot. I You too drained the cup I drain. Austerlitz.

To these dark and stained hands? Then I planned the risen lands. Fight the Russian gainst the Prussian. [121] . Pass athwart a censer swinging. Fight the Prussian gainst the Russian . Well. peace. Granted. You are but a part Spread Of an hundred warring nations. rude and wild! &quot. and there is no peace! Do Is I doubt of dynasties? my Never wandering brain so wild? hush ! But I recall. Save my people. . ah well ! But what ablution &quot.IN THE HOUSE OF HALLUCINATION In the House of Hallucination [CONTINUED] Peace. Bring them to their free salvations. . Grant it. And the sound of children singing. . for that Constitution.&quot. . day of all upon my mind !) In a chapel cool and kind Neath a cross where Christ had died I knelt down and saw a dove in youth (one By my When Burnt archduke father s side in fire . And a holy rose of love its &quot. petals in my heart. God! None understands. Spread my love among them^ child. . Whispering.

(Shadow of Sadowa! Forty thousand dead! There. Count Cavour. too old! . . I am too old. [122] . Baron! On the other hand Was Albert like Radetsky on the land. Liberty ! I remember Italy. you see. give it vent! Even as Denmark ? But at Prague I meant Good things for Schleswig It was my intent. Upon which forts turned all our strategy. as at Solferino. We gave them over. blood was shed. missed the mark.) Yes. Chatter on! But I it was dark In that maze. No. reiteration. And won Custozza. free With your &quot. I hear you. Venetia s for base gold. . Berchtold. What are you saying. no! Say not we ever sold Our spoils Schleswig. Tis little use To palsy penitence with vain excuse. ere the princely fates Ended those bloody weeks at Konniggratz. . Might makes right! Yes. . ministers. Count? Well. ours to lose outright.MOONS OF GRANDEUR In the House of Hallucination [CONTINUED] Austria must have what is hers. Ah no no! God is right. ! . Italy? 7* it not branded on the soul of me? The Quadrilateral four forts. theft!) (By Bismarck And Lissa sends a light O er Europe. You make &quot.

What can we do ? You know this Nationalism. and . the House that weighs ! me down. And England? War-engrossed Since the first heretoga led his host. Berchtold? Do you find man our walls. yes I know. the crown of kings. ghosts. . Prussia How hugely spent. The Serb pot has seethed over. Those Reichstag revenues: massed armament: And voting more. I should have leave to die. So you too Must answer for the juggernaut that comes. what you wish to say Your writhen lips Yes. The ignorant must obey. . phantoms Mouth well enough the bitter word that slips ! ! Poisoned from deep-stirred peasant hearts. Why Jebusites are you silent. That for your altruist! Men are but men. The better rule. . yes I know. the halt and blind? Your smile does not deceive. is . die! The This royal dead. Yes. A few crumbs Of comfort thrown into a tiger s den. Life is much too long. Curse me.IN THE HOUSE OF HALLUCINATION In the House of Hallucination [CONTINUED] Peace ? Can the Hague Make true the ruined hopes I built at is Prague ? very strong oh. the Iron Crown [123] . very strong! Auffenberg needs her. . then. But I Have labored for you.

Through the Volkesgarten. down the halls. then or what are we Emperors for? Till the end of the world. leaping and running. ! Still sniffing beneath the throne-room door? &quot.WAR! WAR! WAR!&quot. Clear to the Prater. ! War! War! War! &quot. [124] . From Cracow on on to the Baltic Sea. More wars and more! So. Along the corridors. over streets and walls. And Hound. God. wild and dismaying The black bloodhound is leaping and baying. All through the Hofburg. loosed from cunning. Whining and snarling. Nose to the ground and tracking Death With a swinging stride and a growling breath. you settle one old. he is howling War &quot. more wars and more.MOONS OF GRANDEUR In the House of Hallucination [CONTINUED] So Is he whining at the door. old score. Toward the Carpathians hungrily. ! War ! War &quot. Nay. From the Tyrol to Calais hoarsely growling Over all Europe foaming and howling &quot. Mad with life again.

. no toppling wreck. [125] . like shears Raked west and steers!&quot. &quot. east. old And an woman selling toy balloons. Two aeroplanes like it flies Crawled up the and years.THE SILVER BALLOON THE SILVER BALLOON 1915 THE The soubrette s song still echoing in his ears. stars .. the . The great bulk lurched a loosed a speck. mind Kensington Garden noons. appraising with but small surprise floating doom. no flare. four-point-sevens spoke.. crowd fierce pandemonium He saw But in his no bomb. . and saw the blinded skies Great shafts Yield what the searchlight sought. footlight dazzle still upon his eyes. seemed for years The searchlights dimmed. How calm that beggar He The thought. And from broke. He craned to look. The little.

Aymar. Tyre and Edar And she trailed a bannered sunset On a tide like burning glass. Castle came. Trim white house with hollyhocks. Master of the Cove. In from Java and the East. In her hold was gold and cedar Out of Tarshish. cloud by cloud . . Walk [126] of shells and hedge of box . s With a wake Aymar mermaids dancing. Every salty shipwright knew. from roadstead out to offing When All the seas gleamed thick with fame. She was launched in Noah s prime. From the lairs of god and beast. She seemed older than the triremes As we peered from headland grass. Flying like She was laid in Port o Moonbeams.MOONS OF GRANDEUR THE MASTER OF THE FLYING CASTLE WHEN From white canvas towered in tiers the sealine. Everywhere a rope was rove Or a mate signed on a crew.

moaning as he swayed. Lifted gentle dark dog s eyes. outlandish port of call. Soon enough the Flying Castle Faced the seas where Auster blows. How we watched him weed of mornings With the bangle in his nose. Keep her little garden close. Like a lover to proud wooing Home the Flying Castle came . Buttons blazing from his blue. a gardener for the lady. Meet him down to harbor. Hurrying homeward yes. would hold the withered charm High with one long apelike arm. Brought him home that very week Some When we watched Be her tower so tall. But we scouted through a crack In his shanty He and were wise. Muttering. did the black. Till we crowded close together. Bought a black in Mozambique. [127] .MASTER OF FLYING CASTLE The Master of the Flying Castle rolling [CONTINUED&quot. and prayed ! When the Autumn storms were brewing And the trees were leaved with flame. Talked like Choctaw.

Worked Till we the black s weird secret wits. Shriek on shriek a smothering hand. Till one night the dark infernal Ritual rose to dim nocturnal Toil by moonlight oil and kindlings And a trancelike moonlight dance. rearing like a stallion In the trough and through the crest. Every samphire-bearded Triton Greenly hailed her on her way. all the shrouds her tropic-tinted clouds. close off land. White of eyeball rolled askance. (Only voodoos understand!) Out of terror stark and mortal. headland flowered its beacon And the Fiend stood manifest! Mumbling more and more by fits. [128] . Then the crackling rose to roaring And the swarms of sparks went soaring And the house flared like a pharos To the Castle. feared and fled his glance. Plunging. Bulking golden as a galleon On Of Purple night in Till the the witchcraft of the West. Blood was smeared upon the portal.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Master of the Flying Castle [CONTINUED] Goblins jigging in her rigging Were the freezing flaws of spray.

And the Flying Castle rotting. when he spoke. as if drunken. off the quay! [129] . Aymar s eyes were charred and sunken And they burned you. he did not streets hushed Through see. Sunk and sand-filled. Tottering palsied. Aymar s voice was but a croak.MASTER OF FLYING CASTLE The Master of the Flying Castle [CONTINUED] Aymar s face was gray and shrunken.

All cherry embers. Sign of the Seven Council Fires. thinned From the click aclacJcet of our flying car. Oglallas.MOONS OF GRANDEUR DUST OF THE PLAINS RAILS unreeling past the brass gate-bars. feathered with flame. Arapahoes. Shoshones. swinging from their piebald ponies . Ghostily hosting the redskin kings! bed of live coals the sunset sky. Loud-capped tourists with brown cigars. [130] . And the plains dust rising whirl on whirl Rising and spreading like eagle wings. Cheyennes. fighting Utes Wheeled from the shadow of the buttressed Painted Sioux. Mesas like giant buffalo A Loomed. Out of the golden dust they came. War-bonnets dancing. pulsed on high. sky. far And the silver rails reeled out. Idle chatter and a giggling girl. like the ghosts of long ago. buttes . Clinging. Squaws and tepee-poles trailing by Through the purple twilight of the flaring Bears claws and beads on twisted wires.

trotting their ancient trail. Wind of the desert. steely thread. In phantom phalanx they rise again. Gorges tossed back our clamoring cry. the dust of the plain. ! a drummer said. Lo-hallooing their spectral hail: They that crouched ere our time began. Lords and gods of the open air ! Out of the dust. fierce. And the golden corn of the open plain. Far from our cities of stone and glass. Creeping death on the forest path. Red Cloud and Black Moon s silent braves Filling the West like an ocean s waves ! Black stood the mesas against the sky. Kin of the panther. Spirits of lightning. stoic. Restless forever their legions pass. hawk. Smoking the pipe of Powhatan. &quot. Binding the distance. and rain. bearing the mails. Bronzed hard riders with flying hair. and snake : Birch canoes on the moonlit lake. whirling wrath vigilant. Winding the world on And Let me tell you &quot. [131] . wind.DUST OF THE PLAINS Dust of the Plains [CONTINUED] Trotting. Back from our track fled the skein of rails. ! Wild and Circling the road of the pioneers .

you wavered against the On that broad white road. The road Rose and fell before us. Caleppit The hoofs of my horse rang pursuit Little puffs of dust like shots caleppit out caleppit in ! suddec from gnomish rifles Followed your horse s flying heels. lips suddenly sucked in a sound that your horse He tossed his head and stretched his muzzle. clean flame to me. sun moved The high Following us. [132] . Riding astride in your heavy McClellan saddle. a clear. Hauling the reins. Blowing into the glory of the sun Over the marshes. and slanted around a curve Where a sheep-dog barked from a byre.MOONS OF GRANDEUR THE RACE YOUR pursed Leapt to. and started off at a canter. as over a ridge By a ranch we clattered. With straight flat back in white shirtwaist and And high white stock black cocked hat hills.

caleppit! again. Beyoi d the marshes. racketed with our flight. Then neither And gaining Pursuer. like a Kept pace with us on the The road ran on before. fishermen made for a ramshackle The hills. humping school of porpoises. in the cloakspread shadow Of crooked live-oaks. A dooryard fluttered orange poppies. Out on that strip of steel. . and all a flowing illusion ! You rode in a cloud. . A winding herd of cows Stopped to stare from a mounded hill. And the easy cradle-motion beneath me told How my horse was nearing a run. The wind from the Straits Came slashing into our faces. pursued. We moved Like the wistful-tingeing sunlight of afternoon That glinted far out on the slowly-turning wings [133] . and luring white A Caleppit caleppit . and seemed to check us. Hard under hoof. some veering red-brown sails Of Portuguese pier. The dusty road. and I in a cloud. bitten border grass To w^atch us by. left. A team Drew into the dusty. stretch of sand Muffled the hoofs.THE RACE The Race [CONTINUED] I saw you sling your quirt Lightly over the flank of the reaching roan.

One?&quot. Dilated into a bright indifferent sky. Snorting and sweating. Our then you pulled on the reins.!. One I of your leather gauntlets busied aboi hair. and the horses. . you. perhaps. were wrestled back to a trot And we laughed and ambled along in companionship I wonder if she is the While I was thinking. I really wonder scattered if he &quot. Each in youth s calm pursuit Of a magnificent and mateless dream! [134] . and I tugged. And high and still A dark hawk hovered.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Race [CONTINUED] Of an inland-drifted gull. ? meanwhile talking half-chaffing things. &quot. astare with speed. your fumbling in my khaki coat for a pipe. And eyes. And Both &quot.

beloved and rambling and meals and reading. Moonlight that say night had something more to Than for long. I said. wood-fires O Familiar voices Arguing kindly And dreams but the dream of dreams ! [135] . &quot. me askance. I munched at pepper berries. I ll go ! I got upon my feet. he suddenly said. long! house. &quot. The California Held games crackling. You think you wish to go? &quot. Seating himself in a chair of Chinese straw His clever eyes peered at Mutely appraising. The fountain trickled. The leaves of my book stirred idly.THE VOYAGE THE VOYAGE MY father came to me across the grass. The sun sloped on the summer afternoon. &quot.

his cheerful full-moon face A Florid. comic fat boy Beefy of bulk is he. I cross from the door to the Roll a smoke from small brown fluttering papers And watch Where Elbow grape-colored water frothing by the flashing log Trails and leaps like a flying-fish. He He wears his cap one side and struts a trifle. elbow along the rail Coal-passers. mouth one pink arms. He is That anxious to prove that to you. anxious to show his genial views are backed by excellent his brawn.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Voyage [CONTINUED] High in my moonlit room I I lay. The galley-gang. Splash and clatter the dishes and jabber their jocularity. side. engineers. is Chuck. swinging his big [136] . whose chief is a coal-black negro Fit for a fez in any Soudanese regiment. star-haunted. aglisten. truly. pondered also the look in my father s eyes.&quot. Washed rail. hard as nails. non-coms to and I ! Next me &quot. The engines tramp and stamp from the narrow alleyway Between my stateroom and the malodorous galley Of the big rhythmically-quivering Army Transport. for supper.

&quot. I sit at mess On the right of the stocky ferocious second mate. and mops his neck And looks you over. in some unease. (As to face and voice his heart &quot.. this boat! What y s &quot. Well. passengers strolling above. I sand my coffee. In the murmurous. melancholy Star-hung evening of the Pacific Ocean. &quot. . And vents his airy soul and expressive slang On the building sunset sky. &quot. but he &quot. With the ship bowling. . . Is as soft as the puddled butter!) fellah.THE VOYAGE The voyage [CONTINUED] He has straw-colored hair and freckles.It s that I Deck Yeoman s job!&quot. see.&quot.What s &quot. Pass the spuds Grinning. Yeah. They got one pipe aboard that? &quot. she done today? Two-forty?&quot. And plunge into floury biscuits and corn-beef hash. ! Unclog the condensed-milk can.. and grins. young Got yer braces hitched huh?&quot. and the little eyes [137] . &quot. to climb the mainmast &quot. &quot. I told the Chief. and blurts a question. My clerk-jobs done for the day. when Was just that green&quot. .Well.

the deep-shadowed deck Is blanched as white as bone. Diaphanou dresses and laughter [138] . (Lugged down from the saloon. It erupts barbaric black-face dialogue. fo Shouts and banging trucks concatenate gangplanl clatter. They tremor our lazy dreams With the flickering twinkle-tinkle of mandolines. Turn and clot by the rail. Beneath. Stores shoot out on the wharves. with a raucou. Cliffs and cliffs rising out of the sea In the weeping dawn. first enchanted harbor! fish Sleek brown boys dive like shimmering coins. Flinging brazen badinage at the big white moon That splashes the vast dark sea with silver coins The flying smoke blows backward from our stacki In writhing patterns. Shouts of sunrise that a strange coast lifting.) It whirrs to the nasal yowl of a popular song. far cliffs. Low cliffs.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Voyage [CONTINUED] Of our cigarettes atwinkle through purple velvet The goo-goos for ard tune their mandolines. On the upper deck the passengers or stalking ghosts starts white moth. Or the ship s phonograph burr.

&quot. you almost burst my ribs. I checked and checked the tiously freight.&quot.THE VOYAGE The Voyage [CONTINUED] And starchy white fill the passenger-deck and the gang-way. I checked freight in Manila. and the boxes. and surrepti Scribbled verses. and checked the freight again. Chuck. Perched on the canvas cover of a hatch. Thin as I am. Or sneezing down in the hold In a golden shaft of dusty sunlight. rattled with amazing For the size of that pony ! [139] . and the itching sweat But the sun is in my heart. Chuck. (But no one walks !) Before us our withered brown driver flapped s nightshirt As he squatted nearly upon Our two-wheeled chariot speed his pony s rump. in my eyes. &quot. While the natives jabbered. Watching the bales swing outboard. work. I stretch my legs on the dock. with the hurly-burly in hot Ramping around me I and dizzy is sunlight. and nearly split the sides Of that rickety caromata we grandly hired. Lord.&quot.

Chuck. Slicing each other with twinkling spurs. for bandits from the jungle? Bandits ? Bolo-men with butcher-knives It ! was only the harness though. the unbearable odors. The drowsing Bridge And. of Spain? &quot. flickering jets of glare Narrow booths with Flinging high shadows behind the bronze-like figures That sat or shuffled within. backers the segregation Of seats. messes . busted ! A piece of string Had Do Still lit you remember the Chinese shops and doing business round by dawn.&quot. and we got ready For an owl-like whistle. for a snack the gabble-gabble Of contestants.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Voyage [CONTINUED] Remember the cock-fight we saw. umpires. Slipped down to fix the harness. do you remember [140] . the whirring birds . the horrible They sold outside. whose slanted eyes Held centuries ? And the stately old walled city. fluff-ruffed With peckishness ? And the gawping beaten bird Flopping in blood on the sawdust ! Remember the night our driver drove us out Far into damp deep-foliaged moonlit country.

the racing rickshaw men. and then one night The band on the luneta. among the open carriages. My breathless embrace of a dream as we smoothly glided Into Nagasaki harbor. of big ships in the darkness. the scurry of sampans. Eternal mournful rain. The shops like a Fair. &quot. the bells and the boats and the lights of the The bulk launches. shaking his fist and cursing at the wink of a closing door? Robbery Our &quot. Across the road. ! Eternal rain on the Pasig.THE VOYAGE The Voyage [CONTINUED] The faces behind the lattices in those mysterious houses that sailor reeling driver thought we meant. Soothed our blistered souls with Sousa s marches ! But ah.fan Waved on a night alight with Arabian visions. The ludicrous things we bought at the little booths ! All day I saw them coaling. the swish of our rickshaws. 1 saw the wonderful unfaltering ease With which a basket mounts from hand to hand Of stringy native and small brown native woman. An endless chain of purely primitive labor [141] . like a jeweled peacock.

and drifted back to the port Crawling through rubbish and refuse for a living. played in a vaudeville troupe Of Japanese. Drained by disease and the climate. He called himself &quot. And That I remember Irish quartermaster who yarned of the Yangtze had sailed on a battleship. I Who remember the half-doped derelict stopped a few of us going ashore one ! night.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Voyage [CONTINUED] All through the time of siesta. a Navy man/ Drink had done him. for home. under a davit. He told us. Pleading to only be smuggled back to the States. The little brown children scampering round the cascoes Filled with coal. and showed us a pasteboard box he He carried Filled with a set of dragon-patterned china For his mother in San Francisco. The Ancient Mariner He used to be A gob. I remember the little children filling baskets. maudlinly Sobbing for home. and the Hoangho. Harbor waters of dream. where even tragedy Turned fantastic! [142] . One night. Part way sober at least He had flunkeyed Chinamen.

Some job I ve got here hey?&quot. Gazing over the harbor city to the white night-waking Where lazy yards bells had tinkled in weed-grown court Through the sweltering afternoon. after the day and the job. and twist the end. to which descend the walls And streets of a moon-white city whose phantom piers Dance with brilliant lanterns of salutation! 1 should find my florid Pythias. why I Would draw and fill a small brown cigarette With Bull. Cracked and smeared with age. in dim old cloisters the dark old Spanish paintings. honest &quot. And I. and proffer it. somberly dream of scourgings [143] . Chuck/ A roustabout of those eternal quays.THE VOYAGE The Voyage [CONTINUED] were dying only the proud advance of a ship Into mirrored starlight. cul! Who let you in? They do get keerless. And And he would stick it in a beaded face scratch a match on his pants. I can hear him sing Hey. So. Heaving a cask athwart a doughty hip To roll it into the shed. Where. In a twilight of blue tobacco. Under golden awnings. &quot.

one tumult of perilous fond adventure ! Unending glimmering dream of starry youth Then would we muse and remember.. the bright horizon Stands like a spire. Aye. and penance and strange ineffable Gazing Where sea-birds Where smoke on thither. truly remem ber? &quot.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Voyage [CONTINUED] And fast vision. or past the spectral sea-wall flash and settle in the sunset. Chuck/ indeed! [144] . of jasper walls. The spire of a sunken Of life city.

Tramp-schooner. Along the Embarcadero The Slav and Swede and Finn Tried many a rotgut liquor inn. plank and rope. The wharfinger offices.ALONG THE EMBARCADERO ALONG THE EMBARCADERO ALONG the Embarcadero stanchion. Both passenger and freight. The rattling winch and crane Were struck with dazzling sunlight That dreamed of ancient Spain. The masts and crosstrees lifted By And funnels at the slope. At many a sordid Yet ghosts of earringed seamen Crowded the tangled spars Above the scattering clanging Of the Belt Line cars. bark and steamer. Beguiled the boyish dreamer Beyond the Golden Gate [145] .

seas forever singing To the sailor-man Along the Embarcadero House-flags from East and West The goddess San Francisco Has gathered to her breast. &quot. Siberia or Japan ! Oh. [146] . when are you returning To San Francisco Bay ? &quot. Along the Eastern seaboard The wistful sunsets say Man.MOONS OF GRANDEUR Along the Embarcadero [CONTINUED] Alaska or New Zealand.

THE CITY THE CITY To Robert H. Davis I WENT The blank eyed. I my newer mountains. today s city stone sphinx. wandered witlessly through miracle. the many-colored tide. The falling torrent. I trafficked with its dust. the monster search-light- The roaring mill where gods grind without pity. Though here a mammoth heaved no man might rolled bridle. snared in tiny toils And both frail and idle I lost my wonder as I had lost my stars. A terrible symphony through crashing bars. But small and obvious life fogged every wonder thirst And itching needs lust. Lost in colossal stone. Granite and steel upflung became my fountains. Cunningly reared and held as by a spell. forth to sing the city. and each small and Over me and about me roared the thunder Of the city s heart. [147] .

Yet men had thought and raised and poised splendor. to be builded still ! [148] . Seeing its awful being repay their pains. save to defile it. Sum of all jaded aims and drab dissembling. Something unbuilded. But ever foiled and still forever trembling Just past the reach of mind. Flowed fear-struck crowds yet dupes of some As strange vision on the instant ready to emerge. and. And had fallen prone before it in surrender. and made all men revile it. the urge of will . its And fed the torrents of its living veins. dreams outsoared. lashed as by a scourge. where all misprision Flourished and fattened. but blind.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The City [CONTINUED] Yet beyond Babylon its Even Jerusalem its ways were regal. hailed it Loins of the lion and splendor of the eagle. A living being. Save in its moments of bewildering light. Where swarming vermin god and lord. Where men snared men. The dream phantasm it spread aloft at night. Where hardly one could touch.

eyes are fixed on mine forever. unfathomable will I Eyes never? to be builded unbuilded. almost against desire. city unsealed the eyes she sealed. Something Something unbuilded. dark of pain. Until her darkest streets ran weltering fire The appalling For thought of love at point So all their to be revealed.THE CITY The City [CONTINUED] So once again. to be builded still ! [149] .

MOONS OF GRANDEUR WHEN THE CATERER SANG WEDDING To Sinclair Lewis OF HIS To a crumbly wine-tanged writhing of macaroons. The undermunch so flattering and so scorning. all conscious courses suave as sin Came the white breeze of napkin seeking chin. Flung high the dancing dream. Where aspic islands quivered with white whipped cream. White sleek asparagus Stuffed peppers stifled from their natural blaze By celery chips. The rainbow-bubbled surf from claret seas Under delicate confectionary moons. And a hint of phantasmagorias to begin In the very early morning! The tart black. A tarantella of dwarf green anchovies. sauces bold with spice. in mayonnaise.j ellied beads of caviare. [150] . striped trout with sauce tartare. Fluttering round brown quails with crisped skin And gilt-foiled bottles aslant in glittering ice. Scrolled rolls Florentine gravies.

Thus. Terrace by terrace. . Since Ermintrude had kissed him in the dark.WHEN THE CATERER SANG When the Caterer Sang [CONTINUED] Brindled potatoes to make the palate burn. that White as bright palace of glamouries Built to the wild and golden god Meringue. on an evening when his moon was blue. Black coffee coifed with neufchatel Risen from the silver urn a djinn In animate masque these jigged upon a frieze Where golden pheasants mixed with sky-blue trees. . Dancing round Rockbridge Park! [151] . Wizarded mist such as the moon doth make! On solider foundation fitly planted Where now a gleaming And knife descended. Then vanished. slanted. Olives and almonds salted crisp and thin. Perilous carven sweetness brittly built. With curlicued devices pink and gilt. upward sprang frost. The caterer sang the greatest things he knew. . portioned melting slabs of angel cake.

Napoleon. Yet laurelled Caesar.MOONS OF GRANDEUR METAMORPHOSIS NOT IN OVID To Sinclair Lewis To think behind a bib or in a crib lurk some modernized Sennacherib! May Awed saucer eyes and bland uncertain smile. My silent apprehension drives me frantic. Away with horoscope and astrolabe! 1 shall not read the stars for any babe. dustmen. Will they gull thousands in a little while? That imperturbable art of blowing bubbles To stoop to diagnosing liver troubles! That twinkling candor and artless lurching gait. Chew cap-strings from each blanketed barouche. lost in ministerial robes of state! golemn babies. fatly chuckling. Lost. in short dress Site. Kings. [152] . so absurd and antic. and socks. toppling building-blocks. Scaramouch. clowns.

METAMORPHOSIS NOT IN OVID Metamorphosis Not in Ovid [CONTINUED] Through their contemplative fixed scrutiny s The world weird unknown future winks at me ! [153] .

Now though all Hell. stood struck dumb. &quot. all Of flowers Only one tiling was left me. ! But I my lips framed no regretting. Man travails within. &quot. THEN/ &quot. I come ! &quot. Flamed red around. ! my Angel. Heaven bereft me and music s sound. to win me. With pathos the angels would grieve you. in me [154] .MOONS OF GRANDEUR THE HERETIC &quot. said So &quot. With threats the devils would fright. begetting A Now god of though light. I leave you whispered my Devil. : One only since time began To speak the truth that was And play the man.

Your valley lamp. soon. rigadoon! door ajar. a happy man. your evening star. and Out in a white re best away . yes. it s best for you. . bor where you ride. On Eastern isles the tide-turn laves. bound by a master-spell . . sailor May all that s good ! betide Your landfall and your home-coming and the har . and Let you forget the graveyard wall and the spectres And I m away in jeweled caves. . [155] . wishing myself as well.THE LONELY THE LONELY YOU RE away. your white street in the Where moon its . . Let you forget the ghosts that walked when the fog was overside! And you re a jog by scarp hill and bog and striding up the the wind has famous trees to flog and harps an iron harp. O you and a trim ship on the salty blue. May the house you seek have she stand in it.

But when the blood of the heart and finds no food solitude! and cries Lonelier far than earth or sea the mind s vain [156] . nor knock pipe and brood craves.MOONS OF GRANDEUR The Lonely [CONTINUED] And I ll my not shiver for ghosts or graves.

The very breath you draw If on this wise. or.ENIGMA ENIGMA IMPERISHABLE trust in the vagrant wind that blows the dust Painting the sunset to our clouded gaze . Even Even in the stone that is Compact of verities We cannot know. if we know. and be filled with awe . laws as strange Of the eternal prison where we range ! Traversing but bewildered by its days Think. how strangely on this wise! [157] . despise ! Strange limits.

I could Not grasp and soil your spirit shining free. I would Not have you read my mind. Nor rancorous of each other in the race. For something comes between. are not weak Fitting the purpose is. O still unspoken heights. And something in your own I would not have Fasten on mine and feed. Let No. We seek same cliff- A different shrine. And that be! is all.MOONS OF GRANDEUR RENCONTRE No. although set in the face. We [158] . I thrill broken lights of life Awhile I shiver in your blaze. And so this is as other things have been. I accept my loss. I am not so bold as that. I am not so cold as that. ! And we are gladly free of the decreed unseen And this time is as other times have been. Admitting. ere the fixed will Stabs with its blinding beam the drowsy haze Then comes the shudder and the little laugh O brilliant ! To your allure.

or from your puzzled So let life to death. And have a peaceful epitaph Who might in Ilium have gazed on Helen queen. So let this be as other times have been is ! time us smile and pass. And if you go Through death to life. At least for me you draw no troubled breath . (Knowing as little as the wisest know).RENCONTRE Rencontre [CONTINUED] This trifling time may yet be balm to salve all The sharp and sudden wounds with which keen. Save that this is as other things have been I shall ! [159] .

White steeds burning. tered That burned mattered have not so greatly Though a mighty make free. yes. and all the spirits shat like fields afire. in golden traces ah yes. Many be. O yes. that were well.MOONS OF GRANDEUR THE PHILOSOPHER To have been merry . yes that indeed were To have seen immortal faces. that were all very Well! There a s many a a plain and many a mountain. far places. that many city. Yes. and golden chariots Red cap and turning laureled column and a crazed world a stirring Round your world-applauded triumph thing to tell . stir they made as they strove to pity And Me! if that be so. God [160] . glittering epoch. may But all the hearts exalted.

at least. last where the dark chasm Leave then your talk of towns. that our still minds are turning still Our eyes asearching. talk of crowns and wreathes and kisses Sit you silent in the starlight where the leaves . It is strange enough. [161] . whisper low. game of curious symbols that shine and lose I feel as if A A their meaning Twixt the light that blinds them and the dark that s screening. our pulses Chink like coins in the . hand all still burning! your memories of old woe That turns them You know! into blisses.THE PHILOSOPHER The Philosopher [CONTINUED] For ionight it were all a mere phantasm flowing of blue clouds and of dim-colored shapes . fitful In a fiery twilight where we moil but none escapes Save at Gapes.

ll add it to the mysteries That start on every side. unlike love. Friends that can set the mind aglow With And their unfading light steel the soul at overthrow fight. Walk on the walls of Time. I thought. not wholly of Passion too near despair Yet walls around a sacred ground And builds a secret stair. One thing warms more than fire Or wine. And. beautiful beyond men s worth. and is not sold or bought At any man s desire. Against the ceaseless And.MOONS OF GRANDEUR FRIENDS To Aims McMichael Hoyt WALKING a lonely street. Because in dearth they turned our earth To mirth and ringing rhyme. Whoever knows and keeps the keys Whereto all heaven swings wide I [162] .

FRIENDS Friends [CONTINUED] Through hours that pass as in a glass Pass golden clouds and slow He gave our friends for certain ends. Far greater than we know. [163] .

You laughed at us and teased us and regarded Our mediaeval lives with understanding. And read us Russian fairy-tales. You rose to some occasions quite imperious. my son. Because we could not tell if you were serious. hall. ! or &quot. Well. How this is &quot. Father. and delirious. must be Little &quot. The man who made a&quot. hang across the landing till we d fall. And often there were monsters that you warded Away We d with words unique and mirth commanding.MOONS OF GRANDEUR TO MY FATHER You rhymed like Lear for us when we were small. you ll not please turn on the we hear what happened to Gackelea ! light &quot. &quot. &quot. full of things Our walks with you were mysterious Made magic by your twinkle and half-drawl. the shapers Of visions grim. John tonight? match. Waiting to hear your step down in the &quot. [164] . Explained the jokes to us in comic papers. Until Oh. &quot. bears &quot. fantastic.

Dark? MY FATHER Read? To my Father [CONTINUED] Nonsense! &quot. ! Swayed between the ironic and the lyrical. at endearing sprawl that never cost your True dignity the loss of one iota. walks that made us pant sit on stones because our breath was scant our legs short. acrostics. coiled at various lengths. We would regard you from precarious posture. In you the intuition for true fun Wrought us the You taught breathless and quotidian miracle. A very strange idea ! leather chair at last denounced this attitude. I And Your I have but to listen and &quot. Shed no tear. we breathed beati The tude Before some world s-end castle on Mount Moria. There. oh shed no tear &quot. the dark whale. hear voice croon. us words like these with pomp satirical. equations in quadratics. or stilly As a hushed mouse. in Time. And. [165] . while thrillingly you d quote a Rhyme. Squirming with exclamation points. Hard lines in Caesar.TO &quot. or wake fairies in a tiger-lily. And And Charades. the furbishings from attics. spouts blithely from his spiracle A jet of memory that makes glad the sun.

syllogism cast your looks thousand books. transformed. their sting of lies But relish. On Yet you have looked. loved. and made amazing things.&quot. so it sparkles. No Had said the last. Your spirit blue as steel unflecked by rust. And so took all the gods. the gesture. daily bread. Now I perceive it. even as all men must. held &quot. in my time made wise Though not with half the valor or the trust. where so soon all things are dust. Thrilled to him on his heights. so it sways. and looked down her eyes. and smiled. that drove the fact greatness home with thrust. child-grief that stings. with spacious tact. Your mind forever snapping dragon-flies Whimsical at their sheen. enjoyed his Greek. All ways you And walked the world and read a You Nor You You life to us like a twirling prism flinched a facet with your curious gaze. the exact Quick divination for a thing well-said. [166] . the Medusa. said. hated.MOONS OF GRANDEUR To my Father [CONTINUED] Furniture. You took. Sometimes I only find in what you read To Of us your overtones. that thrid close- And packed marvelous Browning with a tongue in cheek. Yes. v You had the touch.

your dreams. Who all your years belong took that road. They call it Of literature VI You found a quartz-stone. There you have peers. but in shade Of your proud ears thoughts. and Honor. all of itself it played fantastic tune your spirit made ! [167] . weakness !) In the lucky-bag you angled. There Your hands would never touch it. when the day was done Knew every banner from every bogus rag. &quot. Duty. Whose ways are up the jagged crags that tire But whose domain has azure for a ground Where trumpets snarl no more but golden sound Hangs rapt like the great ending of a song. a sweet fire. but the heart hears And sees bright-meteored mount the frowning years.TO MY FATHER To my Father [CONTINUED] Your detestation inchoate Carlyle Turned Prussian-blue. your weakness. slung with a magic lyre. Stevenson. for a while Parceled the patchwork. to childrens What men will never know. Truth. (&quot. That high All of itself. and you found A white lamp.

One. heroes. buzzing by tens and twelves ! So then my smiling grieves the passerby. Archangels. Casting a glamour over shams and cheats. crueller. Whilst shabby I gawk at this splendid I. One sings a stave and one a dream repeats. I am aware they are my other selves. Yet to what dazzling vision each I entreats.MOONS OF GRANDEUR TRICKSTERS To Vachel Lindsay AM bewildered still and teased by elves That cloud about me even through city streets. rascals yet unhung! [168] . Wearing the centuries like a baldric slung. Chronos and Momus through my lips intone. Ennobling cant. I strut in all vocations not my own. in some old resentment delves.

Yet. He swayed a little on his throne of teak And the fruit vanished.BEING CURIOUS BEING CURIOUS To Stephen I DID not think the patriarch would speak But. Truth from one more awed generation hid. as he slept. I so safe the unanswered riddle. I stuck a salty olive in his mouth Green with the juicy greenness of a leek. I thought. Is he dumb? &quot. even so. beneath this greenlit sea. &quot. and dribbled at lip for drouth. [169] . An afreet from the south Stood straight before us. like as when one vow th Splendor to Baal. he ll cry he ll bid And there will be a tablet raised to me ! O grief And And ! The patriarch gestured with his thumb. My legs got very weak.

[170] . Of summer.MOONS OF GRANDEUR O CONNOR S CAFE Greenwich Avenue. dream of nights at wheel On As guard vast dark seas. near Sixth WHERE JOHN MASEFIELD AFORETIME TENDED BAR THEY LL have apartments on the upper floors And shops below. trains shake high trestles down the street And idle loungers lean from dirty doors. where once a strange young sailor passed To scour bar bright-work. while the eternal O Connor s passes. L &quot. No more some shrewd-eyed Bacchus shakes and pours Glittering decoctions when With violet twilight. or the Spring is sweet through festering heat traffic roars. &quot. here where the crossways meet. Where &quot. and to invoke such powers his greatness here until the last. &quot. and that tall Bastille With clock-face ever owlish of late hours Rules on.

a weasel. superior to foes. heart and says. The at prayer taxidermist with scissors at his waist Enters &quot. Curled furriness that snuffles at its toes! The wombat is both sleepy and morose. The Bengal tiger-cub has such a stare Of topaz! Two white lemmings sit With proper paws. and I do declare I see a melancholy small ant-bear. taste. harm no animals that mean ! [171] . My The sins are so bright-eyed little and warm and small. before them all.MENAGERIE MENAGERIE To Don Marquis ONE One is is a beaver with a wrinkled nose. (But then he always waves a silver charm!) I eye him with dis They should be stuffed! my &quot.

My facile back to stone. And sacred as the stillness round a sword. That very breath might shatter to discoid. [172] . and you disturb thought no more. my fire-maned fancies rear snaffle Raked by the Then. I sink and the grinding curb. Quaintly coiled hair and subtly careless grace Lead me Just for a space too close to quiet brinks of fear. But you are dear sea. As the mysterious sky. Your clear Unconscious voice and delicate cameo face. brimmed with mesmeric light. Though held against immense and starless night. the glittering The ending of a peerless symphony Fragility.MOONS OF GRANDEUR FROM SPARTA YOUR voice is perilous to me.

envy. [173] . Lose true comparative to judge that height Where thunder-crowned. How even all heaven can burn through one pale star. Wild and benign the winged archangel Even Must his fill cup of fiery agony with wine of mirth to overrun When pismires urge on ants that moon and sun Err in an orbit! And so anew we see. with lightning for a light.THE FOIL THE FOIL THANK God for all the wrath of hypocrites That burnishes the blade of truth so bright Thank God indeed for malice. ! ! Fated to crown and throne their opposites Else might we. With lifted eyes. sits. spite. for a lack of babbling wits. what things the planets are.

MOONS OF GRANDEUR

CHARLES DARWIN
To Henry
Seidel

Canby

THIS

is

the soul

who sought and found new keys

To

Life,

and bade

Man

Who
And

wrested

many

rise and grasp his powers; a secret from the flowers

cast a shadow on bright hierarchies. Patient to ponder, he mounted stormy seas Of bigot wrath, met craft that skulks and cowers, And searched laborious years and days and hours

To

link the primrose with the Pleiades.

Cordilleras than any church more holy found, Brazilian forests long adored, Turned to his task of truth and fathered slowly Man s honest search, while men cried, God, our

The

He

"

Lord!"

Protesting still in weakness. This Who raised a temple to integrity.

is

he

[174]

NIGHT

NIGHT
To Christopher Morley

LET the night keep What the night takes,
Sighs buried deep, Ancient heart-aches,

Groans of the lover, Tears of the lost; Let day discover not
All the night cost!

Let the night keep Love s burning bliss,

Drowned

in

deep sleep

Whisper and kiss, Thoughts like white flowers
In hedges of May;

Let such deep hours not

Fade with the day!

Monarch

is

night

y

Of

all eldest things,

Pain and

affright,

Rapturous wings;

[175]

MOONS OF GRANDEUR
Night [CONTINUED]

Night the crown, night the sword Lifted to smite. Kneel to your overlord, Children of night !

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