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第28章 XXVIII(1)

DISCHARGED

Carry me out Into the wind and the sunshine, Into the beautiful world.

O, the wonder, the spell of the streets!

The stature and strength of the horses, The rustle and echo of footfalls, The flat roar and rattle of wheels!

A swift tram floats huge on us . . .

It's a dream?

The smell of the mud in my nostrils Blows brave--like a breath of the sea!

As of old, Ambulant, undulant drapery, Vaguery and strangely provocative, Fluttersd and beckons. O, yonder -

Is it?--the gleam of a stocking!

Sudden, a spire Wedged in the mist! O, the houses, The long lines of lofty, grey houses, Cross-hatched with shadow and light!

These are the streets . . .

Each is an avenue leading Whither I will!

Free . . . !

Dizzy, hysterical, faint, I sit, and the carriage rolls on with me Into the wonderful world.

THE OLD INFIRMARY, EDINBURGH, 1873-75

ENVOY--TO CHARLES BAXTER

Do you remember That afternoon--that Sunday afternoon! -

When, as the kirks were ringing in, And the grey city teemed With Sabbath feelings and aspects, LEWIS--our LEWIS then, Now the whole world's--and you, Young, yet in shape most like an elder, came, Laden with BALZACS (Big, yellow books, quite impudently French), The first of many times To that transformed back-kitchen where I lay So long, so many centuries -

Or years is it!--ago?

Dear CHARLES, since then We have been friends, LEWIS and you and I, (How good it sounds, 'LEWIS and you and I!'):

Such friends, I like to think, That in us three, LEWIS and me and you, Is something of that gallant dream Which old DUMAS--the generous, the humane, The seven-and-seventy times to be forgiven! -

Dreamed for a blessing to the race, The immortal Musketeers.

Our ATHOS rests--the wise, the kind, The liberal and august, his fault atoned, Rests in the crowded yard There at the west of Princes Street. We three -

You, I, and LEWIS!--still afoot, Are still together, and our lives, In chime so long, may keep (God bless the thought!)

Unjangled till the end.

W. E. H.

CHISWICK, March 1888

THE SONG OF THE SWORD--TO RUDYARD KIPLING

The Sword Singing -

The voice of the Sword from the heart of the Sword Clanging imperious Forth from Time's battlements His ancient and triumphing Song.

In the beginning, Ere God inspired Himself Into the clay thing Thumbed to His image, The vacant, the naked shell Soon to be Man:

Thoughtful He pondered it, Prone there and impotent, Fragile, inviting Attack and discomfiture;

Then, with a smile -

As He heard in the Thunder That laughed over Eden The voice of the Trumpet, The iron Beneficence, Calling his dooms To the Winds of the world -

Stooping, He drew On the sand with His finger A shape for a sign Of his way to the eyes That in wonder should waken, For a proof of His will To the breaking intelligence.

That was the birth of me:

I am the Sword.

Bleak and lean, grey and cruel, Short-hilted, long shafted, I froze into steel;

And the blood of my elder, His hand on the hafts of me, Sprang like a wave In the wind, as the sense Of his strength grew to ecstasy;

Glowed like a coal In the throat of the furnace;

As he knew me and named me The War-Thing, the Comrade, Father of honour And giver of kingship, The fame-smith, the song-master, Bringer of women On fire at his hands For the pride of fulfilment, PRIEST (saith the Lord)

OF HIS MARRIAGE WITH VICTORY

Ho! then, the Trumpet, Handmaid of heroes, Calling the peers To the place of espousals!

Ho! then, the splendour And glare of my ministry, Clothing the earth With a livery of lightnings!

Ho! then, the music Of battles in onset, And ruining armours, And God's gift returning In fury to God!

Thrilling and keen As the song of the winter stars, Ho! then, the sound Of my voice, the implacable Angel of Destiny! -

I am the Sword.

Heroes, my children, Follow, O, follow me!

Follow, exulting In the great light that breaks From the sacred Companionship!

Thrust through the fatuous, Thrust through the fungous brood, Spawned in my shadow And gross with my gift!

Thrust through, and hearken O, hark, to the Trumpet, The Virgin of Battles, Calling, still calling you Into the Presence, Sons of the Judgment, Pure wafts of the Will!

Edged to annihilate, Hilted with government, Follow, O, follow me, Till the waste places All the grey globe over Ooze, as the honeycomb Drips, with the sweetness Distilled of my strength, And, teeming in peace Through the wrath of my coming, They give back in beauty The dread and the anguish They had of me visitant!

Follow, O follow, then, Heroes, my harvesters!

Where the tall grain is ripe Thrust in your sickles!

Stripped and adust In a stubble of empire, Scything and binding The full sheaves of sovranty:

Thus, O, thus gloriously, Shall you fulfil yourselves!

Thus, O, thus mightily, Show yourselves sons of mine -

Yea, and win grace of me:

I am the Sword!

I am the feast-maker:

Hark, through a noise Of the screaming of eagles, Hark how the Trumpet, The mistress of mistresses, Calls, silver-throated And stern, where the tables Are spread, and the meal Of the Lord is in hand!

Driving the darkness, Even as the banners And spears of the Morning;

Sifting the nations, The slag from the metal, The waste and the weak From the fit and the strong;

Fighting the brute, The abysmal Fecundity;

Checking the gross, Multitudinous blunders, The groping, the purblind Excesses in service Of the Womb universal, The absolute drudge;

Firing the charactry Carved on the World, The miraculous gem In the seal-ring that burns On the hand of the Master -

Yea! and authority Flames through the dim, Unappeasable Grisliness Prone down the nethermost Chasms of the Void! -

Clear singing, clean slicing;

Sweet spoken, soft finishing;

Making death beautiful, Life but a coin To be staked in the pastime Whose playing is more Than the transfer of being;

Arch-anarch, chief builder, Prince and evangelist, I am the Will of God:

I am the Sword.

The Sword Singing -

The voice of the Sword from the heart of the Sword Clanging majestical, As from the starry-staired Courts of the primal Supremacy, His high, irresistible song.

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