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Title: A Prelude Author: Sherman, Francis Language: English As this book started as an ASCII text book there are no pictures available. Copyright Status: Not copyrighted in the United States. If you live elsewhere check the laws of your country before downloading this ebook. See comments about copyright issues at end of book. *** Start of this Doctrine Publishing Corporation Digital Book "A Prelude" *** This book is indexed by ISYS Web Indexing system to allow the reader find any word or number within the document. A PRELUDE Francis Sherman _Privately Printed_ _at Christmas_ _1897_ A Prelude Watching the tremulous flicker of the green Against the open quiet of the sky, I hear my ancient way-fellows convene In the great wood behind me. Where I lie They may not see me; for the grasses grow As though no foot save June’s had wandered by; Yet I, who am well-hidden, surely know, As I have waited them, they yearn for me To lead them whither they are fain to go. Weary as I, are they, O Time, of thee! Yea, we, who once were glad only of Spring, Gather about thy wall and would be free! With wounded feet we cease from wandering, And with vain hands beat idly at thy gate; And thou,—thou hast no thought of opening, And from thy peace are we still separate. Yet, comrades, though ye come together there, And search across the shadows for my face, Until the pines murmur of your despair, I think I shall not tell my hiding-place, For ye know not the path ye would pursue, And it is late our footsteps to retrace. Too weak am I, and now not one of you— So weary are ye of each ancient way— Retaineth strength enough to seek a new; And ye are blind—knowing not night from day; Crying at noontime, "Let us see the sun!" And with the even, "O for rest, we pray!" O Blind and fearful! Shall I, who have won At last this little portion of content, Yield all to be with you again undone? Because ye languish in your prisonment Must I now hearken to your bitter cry? Must I forego, as ye long since forewent, My vision of the far-off open sky? Nay! Earth hath much ungiven she yet may give; And though to-day your laboring souls would die, From earth my soul gaineth the strength to live. O covering grasses! O Unchanging trees! Is it not good to feel the odorous wind Come down upon you with such harmonies Only the giant hills can ever find? O little leaves, are ye not glad to be? Is not the sunlight fair, the shadow kind, That falls at noon-time over you and me? O gleam of birches lost among the firs, Let your high treble chime in silverly Across the half-imagined wind that stirs A muffled organ-music from the pines! Earth knows to-day that not one note of hers Is minor. For, behold, the loud sun shines Till the young maples are no longer gray, And stronger grow their faint, uncertain lines Each violet takes a deeper blue to-day, And purpler swell the cones hung overhead, Until the sound of their far feet who About the wood, fades from me; and, instead, I hear a robin singing—not as one That calls unto his mate, uncomforted— But as one sings a welcome to the sun. Not among men, or near men-fashioned things, In the old years found I this present ease, Though I have known the fellowship of kings And tarried long in splendid palaces. The worship of vast peoples has been mine, The homage of uncounted pageantries. Sea-offerings, and fruits of field and vine Have humble folk been proud to bring to me; And woven cloths of wonderful design Have lain untouched in far lands over-sea, Till the rich traffickers beheld my sails. Long caravans have toiled on wearily— Harassed yet watchful of their costly bales— Across wide sandy places, glad to bear Strange oils and perfumes strained in Indian vales, Great gleaming rubies torn from some queen’s hair, Yellow, long-hoarded coin and golded dust, Deeming that I would find their offerings fair. —O fairness quick to fade! Ashes and rust And food for moths! O half-remembered things Once altar-set!—I think when one is thrust Far down in the under-world, where the worm clings Close to the newly-dead, among the dead Not one awakes to ask what gift she brings. The color of her eyes, her hair outspread In the moist wind that stifles ere it blows, Falls on unwatching eyes; and no man knows The gracious odors that her garments shed. And she, unwearied yet and not grown wise, Follows a little while her devious way Across the twilight; where no voice replies When her voice calls, bravely; and where to-day Is even as yesterday and all days were. Great houses loom up swiftly, out of the gray. Knocking at last, the gradual echoes stir The hangings of unhaunted passages; Until she surely knows only for her Has this House hoarded up its silences Since the beginning of the early years, And that this night her soul shall dwell at ease And grow forgetful of its ancient fears In some long-kept, unviolated room. And so the quiet city no more hears Her footsteps, and the streets their dust resume. But what have I to do with her and death Who hold these living grasses in my hands,— With her who liveth not, yet sorroweth? (For it shall chance, however close the bands Of sleep be drawn about her, nevertheless She must remember alway the old lands She wandered in, and their old hollowness.) —Awaiting here the strong word of the trees, My soul leans over to the wind’s caress, One with the flowers; far off, it hears the sea’s Rumor of large, unmeasured things, and yet It has no yearning to remix with these. For the pines whisper, lest it may forget, Of the near pool; and how the shadow lies On it forever; and of its edges, set With maiden-hair; and how, in guardian-wise, The alder trees bend over, until one Forgets the color of the unseen skies And loses all remembrance of the sun. No echo there of the sea’s loss and pain; Nor sound of little rivers, even, that run Where with the wind the hollow reeds complain; Nor the soft stir of marsh-waters, when dawn Comes in with quiet covering of rain: Only, all day, the shadow of peace upon The pool’s gray breast; and with the fall of even, The noiseless gleam of scattered stars—withdrawn From the unfathomed treasuries of heaven. And as the sea has not the strength to win Back to its love my soul, O Comrades, ye— In the wood lost, and seeking me therein— Are not less impotent than all the sea! My soul at last its ultimate house hath won, And in that house shall sleep along with me. Yea, we shall slumber softly, out of the sun, To day and night alike indifferent, Aware and unaware if Time be done. Yet ere I go, ere yet your faith be spent, For our old love I pass Earth’s message on: "In me, why shouldst thou not find thy content? "Are not my days surpassing fair, from dawn To sunset, and my nights fulfilled with peace? Shall not my strength remain when thou art gone "The way of all blown dust? Shall Beauty cease Upon my face because thy face grows gray? Behold, thine hours, even now, fade and decrease, "And thou hast got no wisdom; yet I say This thing there is to learn ere thou must go: _Have no sad thoughts of me upon the way_ "_Thou takest home coming; for thy soul shall know_ _The old glad things and sorrowful its share_ _Until at last Time’s legions overthrow_ _The House thy days have builded unaware._" Now therefore am I joyful who have heard Earth’s message plain to-day, and so I cry Aloud to you, O Comrades, her last word, That ye may be as wise and glad as I, And the long grasses, and the broad green leaves That beat against the far, unclouded sky: _Who worships me alway, who alway cleaves_ _Close unto me till his last call rings clear_ _Across the pathless wood,—his soul receives_ _My peace continually and shall not fear._ A PRELUDE WRITTEN BY FRANCIS SHERMAN IS PRIVATELY PRINTED FOR HIM AND FOR HERBERT COPELAND AND F. H. 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