Cale Rice - Song-Surf
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Cale Young Rice
Song-Surf
These poems, first published as "Song-Surf" in 1900, by a firm which failed before the book, left the press, were republished with additions as the "lyrics" of "Plays & Lyrics," by Hodder & Stoughton, of London, in 1905. Revision and omissions have been made for this volume of a uniform edition in which they now appear.
WITH OMAR
I sat with Omar by the Tavern door,
Musing the mystery of mortals o'er,
And soon with answers alternate we strove
Whether, beyond death, Life hath any shore.
" Come, fill the cup," said he. "In the fire of Spring
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling.
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter – and the Bird is on the Wing. "
"The Bird of Time?" I answered. "Then have I
No heart for Wine. Must we not cross the Sky
Unto Eternity upon his wings – Or,
failing, fall into the Gulf and die?"
" Ay; so, for the Glories of this World sigh some,
And some for the Prophet's Paradise to come;
But you, Friend, take the Cash – the Credit leave,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum! "
"What! take the Cash and let the Credit go?
Spend all upon the Wine the while I know
A possible To-morrow may bring thirst
For Drink but Credit then shall cause to flow?"
" Yea, make the most of what you yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and – sans End! "
"Into the Dust we shall descend – we must.
But can the soul not break the crumbling Crust
In which he is encaged? To hope or to
Despair he will – which is more wise or just?"
" The worldly hope men set their hearts upon
Turns Ashes – or it prospers: and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face,
Lighting a little hour or two – is gone ."
"Like Snow it comes – to cool one burning Day;
And like it goes – for all our plea or sway.
But flooding tears nor Wine can ever purge
The Vision it has brought to us away."
" But to this world we come and Why not knowing,
Nor Whence, like water willy-nilly flowing;
And out of it, as Wind along the waste,
We know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing ."
"True, little do we know of Why or Whence .
But is forsooth our Darkness evidence
There is no Light? – the worm may see no star
Tho' heaven with myriad multitudes be dense."
" But, all unasked, we're hither hurried Whence?
And, all unasked, we're Whither hurried hence?
O, many a cup of this forbidden Wine
Must drown the memory of that insolence. "
"Yet can not – ever! For it is forbid
Still by that quenchless Soul within us hid,
Which cries, 'Feed – feed me not on Wine alone,
For to Immortal Banquets I am bid.'"
" Well oft I think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Cæsar bled:
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in her lap from some once lovely Head. "
"Then if, from the dull Clay thro' with Life's throes,
More beautiful spring Hyacinth and Rose,
Will the great Gardener for the uprooted soul
Find Use no sweeter than – useless Repose?"
" We cannot know – so fill the cup that clears
To-day of past regret and future fears:
To-morrow! – Why, To-morrow we may be
Ourselves with Yesterday's sev'n thousand Years. "
"No Cup there is to bring oblivion
More during than Regret and Fear – no, none!
For Wine that's Wine to-day may change and be
Marah before to-morrow's Sands have run."
" Myself when young did eagerly frequent
Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument
About it and about: but evermore
Came out by the same Door where in I went. "
"The doors of Argument may lead Nowhither,
Reason become a Prison where may wither
From sunless eyes the Infinite, from hearts
All Hope, when their sojourn too long is thither."
" Up from Earth's Centre thro' the Seventh Gate
I rose, and on the throne of Saturn sate,
And many a Knot unravelled by the Road —
But not the Master-knot of Human fate. "
"The Master-knot knows but the Master-hand
That scattered Saturn and his countless Band
Like seeds upon the unplanted heaven's Air:
The Truth we reap from them is Chaff thrice fanned."
" Yet if the Soul can fling the Dust aside
And naked on the air of Heaven ride,
Wer't not a shame – wer't not a shame for him
In this clay carcase crippled to abide? "
"No, for a day bound in this Dust may teach
More of the Sáki's Mind than we can reach
Through æons mounting still from Sky to Sky —
May open through all Mystery a breach."
" You speak as if Existence closing your
Account, and mine, should know the like no more;
The Eternal Sáki from that Bowl has poured
Millions of bubbles like us, and will pour. "
"Bubbles we are, pricked by the point of Death.
But, in each bubble, may there be no Breath
That lifts it and at last to Freedom flies,
And o'er all heights of Heaven wandereth?"
" A moment's halt – a momentary taste
Of Being from the Well amid the Waste —
And Lo – the phantom Caravan has reached
The Nothing it set out from – Oh, make haste! "
"And yet it should be – it should be that we
Who drink shall drink of Immortality.
The Master of the Well has much to spare:
Will He say, 'Taste' – then shall we no more be?"
" The Moving Finger writes; and having writ,
Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all your tears wash out a word of it. "
"And were it other, might we not erase
The Letter of some Sorrow in whose place
No truer sounding, we should fail to spell
The Heart which yearns behind the mock-world's Face?"
" Well, this I know; whether the one True Light
Kindle to Love, or Wrath-consume me, quite,
One flash of it within the Tavern caught
Better than in the Temple lost outright. "
"In Temple or in Tavern 't may be lost.
And everywhere that Love hath any Cost
It may be found; the Wrath it seems is but
A Cloud whose Dew should make its power most."
" But see His Presence thro' Creation's veins
Running Quicksilver-like eludes your pains;
Taking all shapes from Máh to Máhi; and
They change and perish all – but He remains. "
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