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Title: The Feather Bed

Author: Robert Graves

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THE FEATHER BED
BY ROBERT GRAVES

With a cover design by WILLIAM NICHOLSON

PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY
LEONARD & VIRGINIA WOOLF
AT THE HOGARTH PRESS
HOGARTH HOUSE RICHMOND
1923

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INTRODUCTORY LETTER

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INTRODUCTORY LETTER
TO
JOHN RANSOME, THE AMERICAN POET.

My dear Ransome,

Will you accept the dedication of this poem which seems naturally yours? It was more than a year writing without losing much of the excitement of the original scheme, but when on the cooling of inspiration constructional flaws appeared, these proved to be beyond help of riveting and surface tinkering, so the edition is small and very few review copies will go out. Still the poem is a necessary signpost to those friends of mine who have found the change between the two halves of my recent collection of lyrics, Whipperginny, inexplicably abrupt: and though dissatisfied I am not ashamed. It would be as well, from other considerations altogether, not to let the honest burghers of Nashville, Tenn., already scandalized by your Poems about God, see a copy of the Feather-bed: but if this should happen and they demand an explanation, tell them that I have no anticonstitutional intentions. Explain that it is a study of a fatigued mind in a fatigued body and under the stress of an abnormal conflict, that they can read it, if they will, as a cautionary tale after the style of John Bunyan’s unregenerate Mr Badman, only that Badman was unregenerate (wasn’t he?) to the last, while I leave my young man in the throes of nightmare. Assure them that neither does the author nor in a more normal mood would the hero of the poem himself imagine convent[6] life to be what it here seems to be; but that the staggering rebuff to the young man’s typical bullying attitude in love leads him to invent this monstrous libel in compensation; which libel is merely flattery to his own wounded pride.

The psychological interest of the piece for me, now I have finished, is in the way that the logical argument broken by circlings of associative thought, all however relevant to the emotional disturbance, is continually being caught up again with an effort by the drowsy intellect. When at last the sour grapes idea, with its accompanying fantastics, has determined a reasonable and apparently final decision of rupture both with the girl herself and with the traditional religion she represents, the effort relaxes and the mind is overborne in sleep by nightmares, its revolutionary enthusiasm flattened by the reaction of tradition. The Morning Star theme is an interpolation by the outside Orator to stabilize the drama which without some such solution comes dangerously near a manifesto of atheism.

When you visit us in England I want to talk to you about Lucifer and explain how I had been reading the Old and New Testaments while writing this poem. Briefly in this way, as a record of the progressive understanding of God throughout the ages by a single representative race, the Jews. God is presented in three degrees at least. There is God the creator of the race of man, but of man still animal of the animals, whose daughters the sons of Adam found fair; let us call that God, Saturn. Then there is Jehovah or Jove, Saturn’s successor: the Garden of Eden is the perfect symbolic expression of the birth of Jehovah. It is more than a fable of the dawn of sex consciousness, it dramatizes man’s recognition of the end of a long biological phase, and the birth pangs of the new experimental period called civilization. The old heritage of self-seeking instinct, in conflict with a new principle of[7] social order found necessary for the further survival of the race, split the primitive idea of God into two, the ideas of Good and Evil, Good being the approval by the social mind of those non-conscious workings of the body which further its aims, Evil being the condemnation of the old Adam inclinations which run counter to it. This idea of Good then is Jehovah, the God of the present, predominantly male, violent, blundering, deceitful, with great insistence on uniformity of rites duties and taboos, at whatever cost to the individual; Jehovah’s greatest champion I found in Moses.

Finally there is Lucifer, the God of the future, only a weakling as yet, the hope of eventual adjustment between ancient habits and present needs. As the spirit of reconciliation, Lucifer puts out of date the negative virtue of Good fighting with Evil, and proposes an Absolute Good which we can now conceive of as Peace.

The doctrine of mutual responsibility for error, and of mutual respect between individuals, sexes, classes, groups, and nations, a higher conception than the eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth doctrine of Jehovah, is Lucifer’s. This ideal anarchy is the aspect of God momentarily seen, I thought, by Jesus Christ, before him prophesied by Isaiah and before him by Melchizedek; but since fallen even among Christians under the renewed tyranny of Jehovah. The story of Lucifer’s fall is clearly written in the Acts of the Apostles; where the violence of Moses towards the man who gathered sticks on the Sabbath Day is worthily imitated by Peter when he strikes dead Ananias and Sapphira for a partial witholding of a voluntary gift; where the low cunning of Jacob with Esau is matched by Paul’s stirring up the partizanship of Saducee against Pharisee while preaching the doctrine of tolerance.

This Light-Bringer Lucifer has been persistently misidentified by the priests of Jehovah with the spirit of[8] Evil, their God’s arch-enemy. But I would have it put like this: if John Milton had paused to enquire why Jesus Christ promised his followers the Morning Star as a reward for virtue, Milton would have been spared the compunction which certainly was besetting him in Paradise Lost for having conceived of his Prince of Darkness as so much of a gentleman.

One day I must give you the full history of the famous encounter between the archangel Michael and Lucifer (outlined in the Epistle of Jude) when Lucifer asked the riddle still current in English speaking nurseries and Michael dared not answer or even curse him, because an open discussion of this particular point might prove dangerous to the fortunes of Jehovah. In the Revelations chapter which provides the familiar lesson for All Saints’ Day we hear that Michael had to admit the implied charge by resorting to violence. But guess the riddle and you shall have the answer given you; this is the proper course communication should take between poets.

And so yours in all good will,

Robert Graves.

Islip,
Oxon.
August, 1922.

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THE FEATHER BED

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THE FEATHER BED

Prologue

In sudden cloud that blotting distance out
Confused the compass of the traveller’s mind,
Biassed his course, three times from the hill’s crest
Trying to descend but with no track to follow,
Nor visible landmark—three times he had struck
The same sedged pool of steaming desolation,
The same black monolith rearing up before it.
This third time then he paused to recognize
The Witches’ Cauldron only known before
By hearsay, fly-like on whose rim he had crawled
Three times and three times dipped to climb again
Its uncouth sides, so to go crawling on.
By falls of scree, moss-mantled slippery rock,
Wet bracken, drunken gurgling watercourses,
He escaped limping at last, and broke the circuit
Travelling down and down; but smooth descent
Interrupted by new lakes and ridges,
Sprawling unmortared walls of boulder granite,
Marshes; one arm hung bruised where he had fallen,
Blood welled a sticky trickle from his cheek,
Mist gathering in his eye-brows ran full beads
Down to his eyes, making them smart and blur.
At last he blundered on some shepherd’s hut—
He thought, the hut took pity and appeared—
With mounds of peat and welcome track of wheels
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Which he now followed to a broad green road
Running from right to left; but still at fault
Whether he stood this side or that of the hill,
The mist being still on all, with little pause
He chose the easier way, the downward way.
Legs were dog-tired already, only the road,
The slow descent with some relief of guidance
Maintained his shambling five miles to the hour
Coloured with day dreams. Then a finger post
Broke through the mist, pointing into his face,
But when he stopped to read gave him no comfort.
Seventeen miles to—somewhere, God knows what!
The paint was weathered to a mere acrostic
Which cold unfocussed eyes could never read—
But jerking a derisive thumb behind it
Up a rough stream-wet path “The Witches’ Cauldron
One Mile.” Only a mile
For two good hours of stumbling steeplechase!
There was a dead snake by some humorous hand
Twined on the pointing finger; far away
A bull roared hoarsely, but all else was mist.
Then anger came upon him, in which heat
He fell into deep thought and rhymes came strung
Faster than speech might have kept pace with them.
The Snake, the Bull!
What laughter was it, ended
His allegory and startled the graceful hare
That secure in the mist came leaping down towards him?
Witch in disguise, emissary of witches?
Swiftly he takes a stone up, hurls it at her,
Chases her, bawling childish angry threats;
She screams. Now with red shame sorrow floods back
Making his journey by twice three miles longer
As though once revisiting the witches,
Those unclean—it stood symbol in his mind
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For what, but what? He never wished her harm—
She being a hare and having innocent eyes—
It was her fault for blundering on him there.
He never wished her harm, she should have known
His angry fit, frustration, weariness
Breaking a gentler mood. With slackening steps
He once more takes the homeward road, that is,
If it does lead home; it’s making uphill now
And narrowing sadly. That fool finger-post
Had only snakes to brag about and witches,
And the bull roared no very helpful threat.

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THE FEATHER BED

“Goodbye, but now forget all that we were
Or said, or did to each other, here’s goodbye.
Send no more letters now, only forget
We ever met....” and the letter maunders on
In the unformed uncompromising hand
That witnesses against her, yet provides
Extenuation and a grudging praise.
Rachel to be a nun! Postulate now
For her noviciate in a red brick convent:
Praying, studying, wearing uniform,
She serves the times of a tyrannic bell,
Rising to praise God in the early hours
With atmosphere of filters and stone stairs,
Distemper, crucifixes and red drugget,
Dusty hot-water pipes, a legacy-library....
Sleep never comes to me so tired as now
Leg-chafed and footsore with my mind in a blaze
Troubling this problem over, vexing whether
To beat Love down with ridicule or instead
To disregard new soundings and still keep
The old course by the uncorrected chart,
(The faithful lover, his unchanging heart)
Rachel, before goodbye
Obscures you in your sulky resignation
Come now and stand out clear in mind’s eye
Giving account of what you were to me
And what I was to you and how and why,
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Saying after me, if you can say it, “I loved.”
Rachel so summoned answers thoughtfully
But painfully, turning away her head,
“I lived and thought I loved, for I had gifts
Of most misleading, more than usual beauty,
Dark hair, grey eyes, capable fingers, movement
Graceful and certain; my slow puzzled smile
Accusing of too much ingenuousness
Yet offered more than I could hope to achieve,
And if I thought I loved, no man would doubt it.”
So speaks the image as I read her mind,
Or is it my pride speaks on her behalf,
Ventriloquizing to deceive myself?
Anger, grief, jealousy, shame confuse the issue,
Her beauty is a truth I can not blink
However angry, jealous, sad, ashamed.
Dissolve, image, dissolve!
Make no appeal to the hunter in my nature,
Leave me to self-reproach in my own time;
If I too promised more than you could meet,
Your beauty overrode my sense of fate
And fitness, with extravagant pretence.
Is it true that we were lovers once, or nearly?
Lovers should sleep together on one pillow
Clasped in each others arms with lip to lip,
Their bed should be a masterpiece of ease,
A mother-of-pearl embrace for its twin pearls.
But where do you sleep now, and where am I?
Disdaining all the comforts of old use
We fall apart, are made ridiculous.
You in your cell toss miserably enough
Under thin blankets on a springless couch,
And I two hundred miles away or further
Wallow in this feather bed,
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With nothing else to rest my gaze upon
Than flowery wall-paper, bulging and stained,
And two stern cardboard signals “God is love,” and
“I was a stranger and ye took Me in,”
Ye took me in, took me in, took me in, ...
The train of my thought straggles, loses touch,
Piles in confusion, takes the longer road,
Runs anyhow, heads true only by chance.
Sacred Carnivals trundle through my mind,
With Rhyme-compulsion mottoing each waggon.
God’s Love, the Holy Dove, and Heaven above
Sin, deadly Sin, Begin, the Fight to Win
Ye took me in; inn; inn;—and now a jolt
Returns me consciousness, and weary Logic
Gathers her snapped threads up. A mouldy inn
Offensive with cockchafers, sour and musty,
All night the signboard creaks and the blinds bang,
The cupboards groan, the draught under the door
Flurries the carpets of this inn, this inn.
How I came here? Where else could I be bettered?
Loneliness drew me here and cloudy weather
With cold Spring rains to chill me through and through
Pelting across the mountains, purging away
Affection for a fault, restoring faith....
So God is Love? Admitted; still the thought
Is Dead Sea fruit to angry baffled lovers
Lying sleepless and alone in double beds,
Shaken in mind, harassed with hot blood fancies.
Break the ideal, and the animal’s left
Which this ideal stood as mask to hide.
Then the hot blood with no law hindering it
Drums and buffets suddenly at the heart
And seeks a vent with what lies first to hand.
But yet no earthbound evil spirit comes
Taking advantage of my unwrought mind,
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Tempting me to a gay concubinage,
In likeness of some ancient queen of heaven
Ardent and ever young. The legends say
They come to hermits so, and holy saints,
Disguised in a most blinding loveliness;
Disrobe about the good man’s bed and twitch
His blankets off and make as if to kiss him
With sighs of passion irresistibly sweet.
Yet he has power to turn on them, to cry
“In the name of Christ begone!” and go they must.
If I were a hermit now—but being myself
I never give them challenge, never bend
Kneeling at my bedside for hours together
Praying aloud for chastity—that’s the bait
Certain to draw them from their shadowy caves,
Their broken shrines and rockbound fastnesses—
Praying against the World, the Flesh, the Devil,
But pausing most on Flesh—that praying against,
Proposing yet denying the fixed wish!
Closest expressed it’s the most dangerous....
How would I say my prayers now, if I tried,
Using what formula? Would instinct turn
To
Gentle Jesus meek and mild
Look upon thy little child
To Gentle Jesus and the entrancing picture
Of Pretty mice in Plicity (where alas,
Is County Plicity now? Beyond what skyline?
I climbed in vain to-day).... When Rachel prays,
Does she still dreamily speak to Gentle Jesus,
The shepherd in that Nurnberg oleograph
Hanging above the nursery mantlepiece?
Her God? Anthropomorphic surely. One
Bearded like Moses, straddled on the clouds,
Armed with thunderbolts and shaggy eyebrows.
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“Bless me, dear God, and make me a good child.”
Her childishness obscures her womanhood.
When was I ever conscious in her presence
That she was bodily formed like other women
With womb for bearing and with breasts for suckling,
With power, when she desired, to rouse in me
By but the slightest art in diminution
Of her accustomed childish truthfulness,
A word or gesture hinting doubtfulness,
The angry stream flooding beyond restraint?
And yet no frisky wraith has come to-night
Assuming Rachel’s body, goading me
With false presentment of her honest person
To mutiny and to utter overthrow;
No wanton Venus, no bold Helen of Troy.
For look, a different play performs to-night!
See how come crowding in, with a bold air
Of pertinence I do not dare to question
This odd rag-tag-and-bobtail of lost souls,
Ecclesiastical, furtive, dim, far gone
In their dementia praecox! Doctor Hornblow
On the Pentateuch, Dean Dogma upon Ruth
(Ay, Ruth; the alien corn was not the worst)
Keble and Pusey, Moody and Sankey griddling,
And one most strange Victorian apparition,
The ghost of Gladstone, with his stickout collars,
Goes hand in hand with Senor Monkey-brand,
Comrades who, printed on a paper cover,
Gladstone in front and Monkey on the back,
Made the Impregnable Rock of Holy Scripture
Tacit defence of Darwin’s blasphemies.
There go the ghosts of Mason, Martin Tupper,
Dean Farrar, South, Cautionary Mrs. Turner,
Butterfield with a spotted senior clerk,
And a long rabble of confusing figures,
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Nuns, deacons, theologians, commentators,
Spikes in birettas, missionaries like apes
Hairy and chattering, bald; with, everyone,
A book in the left hand tight clasped, the right
Free to point scorn.
My cauliflower-wicked candle
Gutters and splutters on the chair beside me,
Over two books and a letter; the crowd passing
Groans for reproach, confident in their numbers.
But I, long used to crowds and their cowardly ways,
Return these insults with the cold set eye
That break their corporate pride—
What? those are plays.
Yes, dramas by John Ford—Love’s Sacrifice,
The Broken Heart, ’Tis Pity she’s a Whore.
The titles shock? These things are “not convenient?”
Well, try this other by (ah) Canon Trout,
The Wisest Course of Love—why do you smile?
The book of plays I bought, this was a present,
Sent me with Rachel’s letter—but you smile,
You’re smiling still? Then I apologize,
Ladies and Lords. Indeed I never guessed
Humour was a luxury you admitted.
“’Tis pity she’s a ... postulant.” Is it that?
Malicious hearts! but you still nod, laugh, point,
Pointing what joke? The Wisest Course of Love?
Yes?
I don’t see. I’ll buy it for a forfeit.
Then a red-haired beaky-nosed burly nun
Called Sister Agatha, so I tell myself,
Comes nearer, throws her veil aside, takes up
The envelope of the letter. Now she lays
A manicured finger on the office post-mark,
Leering down in my face.
I see it now,
You ugly she-bear. Wisest Course of Love
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Is Maidenhead? Then you have read the letter?
Dictated it quite likely? You, then, you!
I know you, nun-official set to guide
The postulants through their long penances
And stern soul-searchings—with the twisted grin
Of a bawd mistress, none too well concealed,
You greeted Rachel in the Convent Hall,
And peered and saw that she was beautiful,
Giving her welcome with a sisterly kiss.
Mother Superior was quite satisfied
After inquiry in Burke’s Landed Gentry
That the newcomer was a suitable
Candidate for the Order of Seven Sorrows.
It’s so important to have ladies only!
You twirl dear Mother round a little finger;
You know her weaknesses, emotionalism,
Snobbery, love of ritual; quite content
To let her have her way in formal matters
If you may mould the spirit of the place
By due control of youthful aspirants,
Postulants and novices—with the glow
Of great devotion, honesty itself,
You teach them hatred of their woman-flesh
Eying their bodies with flagellant gaze
Approving shame’s rebellion. Maidenhead!
A well spiced joke! The carnal maidenhead
Untaken, but the maidenhead of spirit
Stolen away. Rachel in your good care!
She says three years’ probation. For three years
Humiliation, then she takes the veil
And goes for ever.... “But of course, dear Friend,
(Where did she learn “Dear Friend?”)
Should I discover when I search my heart
That God has sealed me for some other life,
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That my intended vow of resignation
Is only pride, why then I’m free again.
I pray for you,” etc., and etc.
Dear Friend? lover or nothing it must be.
I’m tired of friends, I’m past the need of friends.
We never talked religion till that day.
I took for granted Rachel used her sense,
Thought for herself without the aid of priests
On spiritual matters: I? I never trouble
About such talk one year’s end to the next,
But one day argument began; she started
On Christian meekness, the low slavish virtue
“Tapeinophrosune”, obsequiousness,
Which I called nonsense. “Nonsense?” (with wide eyes)
“Or call it poetry. Christ was never meek.
Let meekness crawl below in catacombs,
Pride drives the money-changers with a scourge,
Keeps silence to accusers, chooses death
When an escape is more acceptable
To justice than embarrassment of killing.
I’m talking paradox? I never meant it.”
(Here I grew nettled at her wooden look)
“And as for ‘feeling Jesus in my heart’
What does that mean? explain!
I might acknowledge that historically
All generous action flows from the prime source
Of Jesus’ teaching (though give Plato credit
And Aristotle). But Jesus as a power
Alive, praying, pleading like a ouija spirit,
Or Laughing Eyes the séance influence,
That’s stupid and unnecessary, in my mind.
I am a man, I am proud, Jesus was man and proud;
He died fulfilling, and his soul found peace.
I greet him friendly down the gulf of years.”
“But no!” she said “There is a Spirit of Jesus
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Say what you like, there is a Spirit of Jesus.”
So I allowed her that, changing my front
Saying, “If Jesus died on Cross, He’s dead,
In so far as Mary’s son, the prophet died
But hardly was He dead,
Than up this elemental demon sprang
Assuming mastership of Jesus’ school
Using his body, even, so it’s told
Calling himself by name of Jesus Risen.
Who was he? Some poor godling, fallen through pride
And greed of human flesh, on evil days.
He changed his heart and once more stood for power,
A roaring lion in the white lamb’s fleece,
So by a long campaign of self-abasement
And self-effacement grown mob-strong at length
He overturned high Heaven, now rules the world.
Yes, he’s a powerful devil; we are his sons
Got on she-furies of our Northern gales.
We hate the inheritance entailed on us
And the outlandish family coat we blazon,
The tell-tale features also; would deny
His fatherhood, but for that eye, that nose,
Betraying Galilee our Father’s land.
There’s no escape from him. Midwife Tradition
Has knotted Jesus in our navel strings
Never to be undone this side the grave.”
But that was one stage worse than blasphemy.
And when we parted, she smiled grudgingly.
I had said too much and cut her to the quick.
She thought, poor child, she had her choice to make
Between God’s way and my way. And so she chose ...
This letter ... But she writes of Christian love.
What is that? It’s a most annoying habit,
A warm blood-teasing smile, an open look,
A recognition—thinks I to myself,
Boy, this is fine! Love at first sight! True love!
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But then the disillusionment—by God
She turns the same look of those clear kind eyes
On a bootblack, on some fool behind a counter.
She calls that, Love? But what is Love to me?
Love; it’s a two-part game, I’d say, not merely
The searching radiations from one eye,
That fly about with indiscriminate force—
Sometimes unthinking in a public place
I stare at girls sitting sideface to me
And wonder at their beauty, summing it up,
Then being innocent girls (I’d never look
At others so) they grow aware of the heat
That pours out from my eyes; but do not see me.
(I may be fifty feet away or more)
They fidget in their seats, uncross their knees,
Pull down their skirts to hide even their ankles,
Blush furiously and gaze about, in trouble;
Then I start guiltily, rise and walk away;
But that’s not Love, the searching and the heat;
Love is an act of God, akin to Faith,
Call it the union of two prayers by Faith
(Here we come back to prayer by a long circuit
And back to “God is Love”)
But to explain again what’s Faith, what’s prayer,
That’s the teaser! much too hard for me.
Still, these are not Christian monopolies.
What’s Faith but power stripped of its ornaments,
Grants, title-deeds and such like accidentals;
Force won by disentangling from the mind
All hampering ties of luxury and tradition,
Possessions, loyalties and hobby-horses?
Cast all these overboard, and Faith is left,
Faith potent through its prayer to miracles,
Whether in name of Jesus or Jim Crow.
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Prayer: Rachel seems to think the collects prayer,
And Mother Superior, I make no doubt,
Will teach her scores of neatly turned devotions
Couched in diminutives and pastoral terms,
(Lord, how I hate the literary prayer),
Little white lambs indeed—O baa baa black sheep
Have you any wool?—And Rachel in return
Flushing with shame impetuously confesses,
And holds half back, but crafty eyes are watching
To drag all out, so Rachel has to tell
How on the river bank one morning early
The water was so clear, the sun so warm,
She kissed me suddenly and was kissed by me—
Lip kisses, that was all, and fingers clasped.
Mother Superior then demanding further
Will cross-examine her on how and why.
“To tell it now will mortify the passion,
Then when you make your general confession
To Father James, your mind will have found peace.”
(A good excuse) “What then were your sensations,
The physical joy, tell me, my erring lamb!
Tell me, I beg, but as the sin was pleasant
So must confession of the sin be pain....”
“Tis pity she’s a whore”. Rachel told all.
Whore, traitress to the secret rites of love,
Publisher of the not-communicable.
If she refused the vows? If her heart changed?
Rachel and I? This meek ex-novice rifled
Of her love-secrets? medals and images
Sewn in her skirts, Birmingham images
From the totem-factory, niched in her heart?
No, Love is fusion of Prayer, and prayer must be
The flash of faith, unformulated words
Demanding an accomplishment of Love
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With noise of thunder, against circumstance,
And Rachel forfeits there all power to love.
Who’s this? For now the rabble have passed through,
Going unnoticed out; Mother Superior
Secretly with one finger at her lips,
Re-enters, carefully locks my bedroom door,
Now she disrobes with fingers trembling so
They tear the fastenings—naked she steps out
To practise with her long-past-bearing body
The wiles of the Earthbound (Ah, the fine young man,
The hot young man whose kisses tasted sweet
To our new postulant!) Madam, I beg you!
You have mistaken the room; no, next door sleeps
A lusty bagman, he’s the man to embrace you
And welcome you with every brisk refinement
Of passion. But while you rumple his sheets,
The innocent and unhappy eyes of Rachel
Bewilder me—Oh then in spite of Faith
I am cast down—You nuns, but if I needed,
As I no longer need, I’d challenge you
To contest of hard praying, one against all.
I could wrest Rachel back even to this bed
To-night. But Faith, and Prayer that’s born of Faith
Find her slow mind impediment to their power,
So I resign her—Agatha, do your worst.
The wisest course of Love? Yes, maidenhead.
For me? Love’s Sacrifice? It was not love.
The Broken Heart? Not mine. I’ll say no more
Than mere goodbye. Go, get you to your nunnery,
And out the candle! Darkness absolute
Surrounds me, sleepy mother of good children
Who drowse and drowse and cry not for the sun,
Content and wisest of their generation.

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EPILOGUE.

The morning star, over the mountains peering,
Spoke to him not too distant for his hearing:—
I am the star of morning poised between
The dead night and the coming of the sun,
Yet neither relic of the dark nor pointing
The angry day to come. My virtue is
My own, a mild light, a relief a pity
And the remembering ancient tribe of birds
Sing blithest at my showing; only Man
Sleeps on and stirs rebellious in his sleep.
Lucifer, Lucifer am I, millstone-crushed
Between conflicting powers of doubleness,
By envious Night lost in her myriad more
Counterfeit glints, in day-time quite overwhelmed
By tyrant blazing of the warrior sun.
Yet some, my prophets who at midnight held me
Fixedly framed in their observant glass,
By daylight also, sinking well shafts deep
For water and for coolness of pure thought
Gaze up and far above them see me shining
Me, single natured, without gender, one
The only spark of Godhead unresolved.
But the lover gave no heed, so through his dreams
Marched back the rabble rout, they glowered upon him
But grown more awful and more reverend,
Poor things before, now garbed in ancient dress,
Bearded patriarchs and angry sybils
[28]
Levites with censers, chariot riding kings,
With comminations of hell fire and plague.
Then even Nehushtan, the snake finger-post,
Nehushtan which the credulous Hezekiah
Spurned for superstitious, would have eased him,
Or the bellowing voice of Aaron’s molten calf.

 

 

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