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Title: Love is enough, or, The freeing of Pharamond
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6 Life and Death ofJason: Five
19 The Well atthe World's Eno. Five ,,
6 Sidonia the Sorceress Four
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25 Beowulf Two
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SSigurd the Volsung Twenty gttineas
2 Life and Death ofJason Twenty
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IEarthly Paradise L._ IFiftysix ,
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DRJHMHTIS p6RSONRI5.
Oies, and 7oan hie Wlife, peasant/folk.
Che emperor.
The 6mpreee.
the Mayor.

H Councillor.
jVaeter Oliver, King pbaramond'e fosterfather.
H Northern Lord.
King pbaramond.
Hzatais, bis Love.
King Theobald.
bonorius, the Counciltor.

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LOV6 18 6NoaTirI. H MORHLI-Y.
This story, which is told by way of a morality set be'
fore an emperor & impress newly wedded, showeth
of a King whom nothing but Iove might satisfy, who
left all to seek Love, and, having found it, found this
also, that he had enough, though he lacked all else,4
In the streets of a great town where the people
are gathered together thronging to see the
emperor & impress passe j iles speaks.
OOK tong,'oan, white I
hold you so,
for the silver trumpets
come arow.
Joan. 0 the sweet sound f
the glorious eight
0 Giles, lies, see this
glittering Knight 1
Oilers. JNay'tie the jarsbatle'sergeant,sweet.
5old, neighbour, let me keep my feet
Here, now your head is up again;
Chus beld up have you aught of pain?
Toan. ]Nay, clear I see, and well at easel
God's body what fair Kings be these?
Oilers. TChe emperor's chamberlains, behold
their silver shoes and staves of gold.
Look, took how like some heaven come down
the maidens go with girded gown I
"oan. Yea,yea,and this last row of them
Draw up their kirtles by the hem,
Hnd scatter roses e'en like those
Hbout my father's gardeniclose.
Giles. Bhb have I hurt you ? See the girls







%Whose slim bands scatter very pearls.
Joan. fold me fast, 6iles I here comes one
(Uhose raiment flashes down the sun.
filee. 0 sweet mouth 10 fair lids castdown I
0 white brow 10 the crown, the crown I
Joan. Dow near if nigher I might stand
By one ell,I could touch his hand.
Oilers. Look, Joan I if on this side she were
Almost my hand might touch her hair.
Joan. ib mel what is she thinking on ?
6iles. Is be content now all is won ?
Joan. ind does she think as I thought, when
Betwixt the dancing maids and men,
'Twixt the porch roseboughs blossomed red
I saw the roses on my bed?
03ies. Dath be such fear within his heart
He I bad, when the wind did part
The jasmineleeaves, and there within
bhe newrtit taper glimmered thin ?
TI6R MIUSIC,as the emperor and empress enter.
OV6 IS e6OCIOD: though the PWorld be awaning
Hnd the woods have no voice but the voice of com-
plaining,
though the sky be too dark for dim eyes
to discover
Cb The goldicups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, & the sea a dark wonder,
Hnd this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter;
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.







6 spears flashed by me, and the swords swept
round,
fnd in war's hopeless tangle was I bound,
But straw and stubble were the cold points found,
Sfor still tby hands led down the weary way.
I The empress. Through ball and street they led
me as a queen,
They looked to see me proud and cold of mien,
I heeded not though all my tears were seen,
for still I dreamed of thee throughout the day.
SCmperor. aWild over bow and bulwark swept the sea
Into the iron coast upon our lee,
Like painted cloth its fury was to me,
for still thy hands led down the weary way.
empress. They spoke to me of war within the land,
They bade me sign defiance and command;
I needed not though thy name left my hand,
for still I dreamed of thee throughout the day.
Emperor. But now that I am come, and side by side
We go, and men cry gladly on the bride
Hnd tremble at the image of my pride,
Where is thy hand to lead me down the way ?
Compress. But now that thou art come, & heaven and earth
Hre laughing in the fulness of their mirth,
H same I knew not in my heart has birth:
Draw me through dreams unto the end of day
Cmperor. Behold, behold, how weak my heart is grown
Now all the beat of its desire is known I
peart beyond price I fear to call mine own,
Here is thy hand to lead me down the way ?
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6mpress. Behold,behold, bow little I may move
bhink in thy beart how terrible is Love,
0 thou who know'st my soul as God above:
Draw me tbrougb dreams unto the end of day f
Cthe stage for the play in another part of the street, and the people
thronging all aboutjiiles speaks.
S6R6,7oan, this is so good a place
'tis worth the scramble and the race
Cbere is the impress just sat down,
SDer white hands on her golden gown,
Ubhile yet the emperor stands to bear
0 ThCbe welcome of the baldbead Mayor
Unto the bsow; and you ball see
'Che player/folk come in presently,
Cbe king of whom is e'en that one,
lbo wandering but a while agone
Stumbled upon our barvestbhome
that Hugust when you might not come.
Betwixt the stubble and the grass
Oreat mirth indeed be brought to pass.
But tiefer were I to have seen
Your nimble feet tread down the green
In threesome dance to pipe and fife.
7oan. Chou art a dear thing to my life,
Hnd nought good have I far to seek.
But hearken t for the Mayor will speak.
Mayor. Since your grace bids me speak without stint or sparing,
H thing little splendid I pray you to see:
Sarly is the day yet, for we near the dawning
Drew on chains dear/bought, and gowns done with gold;
So may ye high ones hearken an hour
4






H tale that our hearts hold worthy and good,
Of pharamond the freed, who, a king feared and bonoured,
fled away to find love from his crown and his folk.
6'en as I tell of it somewhat I tremble
Lest we, fearful of treason to the love that fulfils you,
Should seem to make little of the love that ye give us,
Of your lives full of glory, of the deeds that your lifetime
Shall gleam with for ever when we are forgotten.
forgive it for the greatness of that Love who compels us.
Piark in the minstertower minish the joyhbells,
Hnd all men are husbed now these marvest to hear.
emperor, to the Mayor. [We thank your love, that sees our love indeed
toward you, toward Love, toward life of toil and need:
Of all defeat, strewing the crowns of kings
Hbout the thorny ways where Love doth wend,
Because we know us faithful to the end -
"oward you, toward Love, toward life of war and deed,
Hnd wetl we deem your tale sbatl help our need.
To the empress. So many ours to pass before the sun
Shall blush ere sleeping, and the day be done
Dow thinkest thou,my sweet, bhat such a tale
for lengthening or for shortening them avail?
6mpress. Nay, dream land has no clocks the wise ones say,
Hnd white our hands move at the break of day
MUe dream of years: and I am dreaming still
End need no change my cup of joy to fill:
Let them say on,and I shall bear thy voice
selling the tale and in its love rejoice.


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'f6 JMUSIC as the singers enter and stand before the curtain, the
playerhing and playermaiden in the midst.
OVE IS 6eJC0 G)O: have no thought for
tomorrow
If ye lie down this even in rest from your pain,
Ye who have paid for your bliss with great
sorrow:
for as it was once so it sball be again,
Ye obatl cry out for death as ye stretch forth in vain
e66BL6 bands to the hands that would help but
they may not,
Cry out to deaf ears that would bear if they could;
ill again sball the change come, and words your lips
say not
Your hearts make all plain in the best wise they would,
And the world ye thought waning is glorious and good:

B ND no morning now mocks you and no nightfall
to weary,
She plains are not empty of song and of deed:
The sea strayeth not,nor the mountains are dreary;
Che wind is not helpless for any man's need,
Nor falleth the rain but for thistle and weed.
SSUR6LY this morning all sorrow is hidden,
tll battle is husbed for this even at least;
__Hnd no one this noontide may hunger, unbidden
to the flowers and the singing and the joy of your
feast,
heree silent ye sit midst the world's tale increased.







0O, the lovers unloved that draw nigh for your blessing
for your tale makes the dreaming whereby yet they live
The dreams of the day with their hopes of redressing,
The dreams of the night with the hisses they give,
The dreams of the dawn wherein death and hope strive.
tl what shall we say then, but that earth threatened often
Shall live on for ever that such things may be,
B IThat the dry seed shatl quicken,the hard earth shall
soften,
Hnd the spring/bearing birds flutter north o'er the sea,
That earth's garden may bloom round my love's feet and me?
emperor.
0 you, my sweet, fair folk are one and all
Hnd with good grace their broidered robes do fall,
Hnd sweet they sing indeed: but be, the King,
Look but a little how bis fingers cling
To hers, his love that shall be in the play,
15is love that hath been surely ere to-day:
Hnd see, her wide soft eyes cast down at whiles
)Hre opened not to note the people's smiles
But her love's lips, and dreamily they stare
His though they sought the happy country, where
Chey two shall be alone, and the world dead.
impress. Most faithful eyes indeed look from the head
The sun has burnt, and wind and rain has beat,
lUetl may he find her slim brown fingers sweet.
Hnd be,methinks he trembles, lest be find
That song of his not wholly to her mind.
Jote how his grey eyes look askance to see
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Ier bosom heaving with the melody
Ris heart loves well: rough with the wind and rain
iis cheek is, hollow with some ancient pain;
The sun has burned and blanched his crispy hair,
Hnd over him hath swept a world of care
Hnd left him careless, rugged, and her own;
Still fresh desired, still strange and new, though known.
emperor. )is eyes seem dreaming of the mysteries
Deep in the depths of her familiar eyes,
Tormenting and alluring; does he dream,
is I ofttime this morn, how they would seem
Loved but untoving? STiay the world's too sweet
That we the ghost of such a pain should meet.
Behold, she goes, and he too, turning round,
Remembers that his love must yet be found,
Tbat he is King and lovetess in this story exeunt players
Ilrought long ago for some dead poet's glory, behind the curtain.
Enter before the curtain Love crowned as a KinygjLove speaks.
SLLb hail, my servants tremble ye,my foes
f hope for these I have, a fear for those
Lid in this tale of pharamond the freed.
SlCToday, my faithful, nought shall be your need
Of tears compassionate: although full oft
Che crown of love laid on my bosom soft
Be woven of bitter death and deathless fame,
Betborned with woe, and fruited thick with shame.
This for the mighty of my courts I keep,
Lest through the world there should be none to weep
G6cept for sordid loss; and nought to gain
But satiate pleasure making mock of pain.
Yea, in the heaven from whence my dreams go forth
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Hre stored the signs that make the world of worth:
here is the wavering watt of mighty Troy
Hbout my Delen's hope and paris' joy:
here lying neathh the frebshdyed mulberryrtree
hbe sword and cloth of pyramus I see:
There is the number of the joyless days
hberein Jedea won no love nor praise:
There is the sand my Hriadne pressed;
bhe footprints of the feet that knew no rest
TWhile o'er the sea forth went the fatal sign:
The asp of 6gypt, the Numidian wine,
MVy Sigurd's sword, my Brynhild's fiery bed,
The tale of years of Oudrun's drearibead,
ind Cristram's glaive, and Iseult's shriek are here,
Hnd cloistergown of joyless 6uenevere.
Save you, my faithful how your loving eyes
Orow soft and gleam with all these memories I
But on this day my crown is not of death:
)Vy firetipped arrows, and my kindling breath
Hre all the weapons I shall need today.
Nor shall my tale in measured cadence play
Hbout the golden lyre of Oods long gone,
Nor dim and doubtful twixtt the ocean's moan
W(ail out about the Northern fiddlebow,
Stammering with pride or quivering shrill with woe.
Rather caught up at bazard is the pipe
That, mixed with scent of roses overripe,
May charm you somewhat wit its wavering tune
'Twixt joy and sadness: whatsoever it saith,
I know at least there breathes through it my breath.







Of PIHaRMOND DI fR66D.
In the King's Chamber of HudienceFMaster Oliver and many
Lords and Counciltorsje Councillor speaks.
IR Master Oliver, thou who at all times
Mayst open thy heart to our lord and master,
Telt us what tidings thou bast to deliver;
for our hearts are grown heavy, and where
battle we turn to
If thus the king's glory, our gain & salvation,
it, ,, Must go down the wind amid gloom and
despairing?
Oliver. Little may be looked for, fair lords, in my story,
To lighten your hearts of the load lying on them.
for nine days the king bath slept not an hour,
Hnd taketh no heed of soft words or beseeching.
yea, look you, my lords, if a body late dead
In the lips and the cheeks should gain some little colour,
Hnd arise and wend forth with no change in the eyes,
Hnd wander about as if seeking its soul,
Lo, e'en so sad is my lord and my master;
Yea, e'en so far bath his soul drifted from us.
H Councillor. (Uhat say the leeches ? Is all their shill left them ?
Oliver. Nay, they bade lead him to hunt and to tilting,
To set him on high in the throne of his honour
To judge heavy deeds: bade him handle the tiller,
And drive through the sea with the wind at its wildest;
tll things he was wont to hold kingly and good.
3 So we led out his steed and be straight leapt upon him
* htWitb no word,and no looking to right nor to left,
Hnd into the forest we fared as aforetime:
fast on the king followed, and cheered without stinting







he hounds to the strife till the bear stood at bay;
bhen there he atone by the beechbtrees alighted;
Barebanded, unarmoured, be handled the spearbshaft,
ind blew up the death on the born of bis father;
Yet still in his eyes was no look of rejoicing,
Hnd no life in his lips; but I likened him rather
To King Nimrod carved fair on the back of the bigbhseat
When the candles are dying, and the high moon is streaming
through window and suffer white on the lone pavement
Whence the guests are departed in the hall of the palace.
Rode we home heavily, be with his rein loose,
feet hanging free from the stirrups, and staring
t a clot of the bear's blood that stained his green kirtle;
Unkingly, unhappy, he rode his ways homeward.
H Coun cillor. UMas this all ye tried, or have ye more tidings?
for the wall tottereth not at first stroke of the ram.
Oliver. Jay,we brought him aboard the Great Dragon one dawning,
Ubhen the cold bay was flecked with the crests of white billows
Hnd the clouds lay alow on the earth and the sea;
fRe looked not aloft as they hoisted the sail,
But with band on the tiller batlooed to the shipmen
In a voice grown so strange, that it scarce had seemed stranger
If from the ship Hrgo, in seemly wise woven
On the guard'chamber hangings, some early grey dawning
Great Jason had cried,and his golden locks wavered.
Then e'en as the oars ran outboard, and dashed
In the windnscattered foam and the sails bellied out,
Dis hand dropped from the tiller, and with feet all uncertain
Hnd dull eye he wended him down to the midship,
Hnd gazing about for the place of the gangway
lade for the gate of the bulwark half open,






Hnd stood there and stared at the swallowing sea,
Then turned, and uncertain went wandering back sternward,
Hnd sat down on the deck by the side of the belmsman,
Wtrapt in dreams of despair; so I bade them turn shoreward,
Bnd slowly be rose as the side grated stoutly
'6ainst the stones of the quay and they cast forth the bawser.
Unkingly, unhappy, be went his ways homeward.
H Councillor. But by other ways yet had thy wisdom to travel;
Dow else did ye work for the winning him peace?
Oliver. We bade gather the knights for the goodliest tilting,
there the ladies went lightly in glorious array;
In the old arms we armed him whose dints well he knew
That the night dew had dulled and the sea salt had sulied:
On the old roan yet sturdy we set him astride;
So he reached forth his hand to lay hold of the spear
Neither laughing nor frowning, as lightly his wont was
When the knights are awaiting the voice of the trumpet.
It awoke, and back beaten from barrier to barrier
-Was caught up by knights' cries, by the cry of the king:
Such a cry as red Mars in the Council/room window
lay awake with some noon when the last born is winded,
ind the bones of the world are dashed grinding together.
So it seemed to my heart, and a horror came o'er me,
He the spears met, and splinters flew high o'er the field,
ind I saw the king stay when his course was at swiftest,
Dis horse straining hard on the bit, and be standing
Stiff and stark in his stirrups, his spear held by the midmost,
fis helm cast aback, his teeth set hard together;
6'en as one might, who, riding to heaven, feels round him
bhe devils unseen: then be raised up the spear
is to cast it away, but therewith failed his fury,
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De dropped it, and faintly sank back in the saddle,
Hnd, turning bis horse from the press and the turmoil,
Came sighing to me, and sore grieving I took him
Hnd led him away, while the lists were fallen silent
Hs a fight in a dream that the light breaketh through.
To the tune of the clinking of his figbhthonoured armour
Unkingly, unhappy, be went bis ways homeward.
R Councillor. Ulhat thing worse than the worst in the budget yet lieth ?
Oliver. To the high court we brought him, & bade him to hearken
The pleading of bis people, and pass sentence on evil.
iis face changed with great pain,and his brow grew all furrowed,
He a grim tale was told there of the griefs of the lowly;
Till he took up the word, mid the trembling of tyrants,
Hs his calm voice and cold wrought death on illdoers:
6'en so might King Minos in marble there carven
Mid old dreaming of Crete give doom on the dead,
Mlben the world and its deeds are dead too and buried.
But to, as I looked, his clenched hands were loosened,
RIis lips grew all soft, and his eyes were beholding
Strange things we beheld not about and above him.
So be sat for a while, and then swept his robe round him
Hnd arose and departed,not heeding his people,
The strange looks, the peering, the rustle and whisper;
But or ever be gained the gate that gave streetward,
Dull were his eyes grown, his feet were grown heavy,
Dis lips crooned complaining,as onward he stumbled;
Unhappy, unkingly, be went bis ways homeward.
A Councillor. Is all striving over then, fair Master Oliver?
Oliver. Htl mine, lords, for ever help who may help henceforth
I am but helpless: too surely meseemeth
Re seeth me not, and knoweth no more







Me that have loved him. Mloe worth the while, pharamond,
Chat men should love aught, love always as I loved I
Mother and sister and the sweetling that scorned me,
The wind of the autumnitide over them sweepeth,
7t1 are departed, but this one, the dear one:
I should die or be died and be no more alone,
But God's hatred hangs round me, and the life and the glory
Chat grew with my waning life fade now before it,
Hnd leaving no pity depart through the void.
7 Councitor. Cbis is a sight full sorry to see,
Cbese tears of an elder But soft now, one comet.
Oliver. Che feet of the king: will ye speak or begone?
H Northern Lord. I will speak at the least, whoever keeps silence,
for well it may be that the voice of a stranger
Shall break through his dreaming better than thine;
Hnd to now a word in my mouth is atcoming,
Chat the king well may hearken: how sayst thou,fair master,
%Whose name nowlmind not, wilt thou have me essay it?
Oliver. Try whatso thou wilt, things may not be worker. enter King.
Behold, how be comet weighed down by bie woe
To the King. Ht1 hail, lord and master I wilt thou hearken a little
Cbese lords high in honour whose hearts are full heavy
Because thy heart sickeneth and knoweth no joy ?
to the Councilors. Hh, see you I all silent, his eyes set and dreary,
Dis lips moving a little: how may Ibehold it?
N. Lord. May I speak, king? dost hearken? many matters I have
To deal with or death. I have honoured thee duly
Down in the north there; a great name I have held thee;
Rough band in the field, ready righter of wrong,
Reckless of danger, but rocking of pity.
But now, is it false what the chapmen have told us,






Hnd are thy fair robes all thou hast ofa king?
Is it bragging and lies, that thou beardless and tender
Trembledst not when the leaguer that lay round thy city
jVade a light for these windows, a noise for thy pillow?
Is it lies what men told us of thy singing and laughter
He thou layst in thy lair fled away from lost battle?
Ie it lies how ye met in the depths of the mountains,
Hnd a handful rushed down and made nought of an army?
Chose tales of your luck, like the tide at its turning,
Trusty and sure bowso slowly it cometh,
Hre they lies ? Is it lies of wide lands in the world,
Dow they sent thee great men to lie low at thy footstool
In five years thenceforward,and thou still a youth?
Hre they lies, these fair tidings, or what see thy lords here,
Some lovesick girl's brother caught up by that sickness,
He one street beggar catches the pest from his neighbour?
King pharamond. ?What words are these of lies and loversickness?
h[hy am I lonely among all this brawling?
0 foster/father,is all faith departed
Chat this hateful face should be staring upon me?
N. Lord. Lo,now thou awakest; so tell me in what wise
Shall wend back again: set a word in my mouth
To meet the folks' murmur, and give heart to the heavy;
for there man speaks to man that thy measure is full,
Hnd thy fiveiyearseold kingdom is falling asunder. King draws
yea, yea, a fair token thy sword were to send them; hi8 sword.
Chou dost well to draw it; King brandishes his sword over the
lord's head, as if to strike him: soft sound is its whistle;
Strike then, 0 king, for my wars are well over,
ind dull is the way my feet tread to the gravel






King pharamond, sheathing his sword. Man, if ye have waked me,
I bid you be wary
Lest my sword yet bsould reach you; ye wot in your northland
RUbat hatred be winneth who waketh the shipman
from the sweet rest of death mid the wetter of waves;
So with us may it fare; though I know thee full faithful,
Bold in field and in council, most fit for a king.
Bear with me. I pray you that to none may be meted
Such a measure of pain as my soul is oppressed with.
Depart all for a little, till my spirit grows lighter,
hben come ye with tidingse,and hold we fair council,
That my countries may know they have yet got a king. exeunt at
Come, my footerfather, ere thy visage fade from me, bund liver
Come with me mid the flowers some opening to find
In the clouds that cling round me; if thou canst remember
Thine old lovingkindness when I was a king.







th6 MUSIC.
OVe6 IS 6iNOCu(: it grew up without
bleeding
In the days when ye knew not its name nor
its measure,
A nd its leaflets untrodden by the light feet
of pleasure
Irad no boast of the blossom,no sign of the seeding,
Hs the morning and evening passed over its treasure.
!i N4D what do ye say then ? that Spring ong
Departed
rDas brought forth no child to the softness and
abshowers;
Cbat we slept and we dreamed through the Summer of
flowers;
AWe dreamed of the Miinter,and waking deadcbearted
found WMinter upon us and waste of dull hours.

und Summer dreamed sadly, for she thought all
was ended
In her fulness of wealth that might not be amended;
But this is the harvest and the garnering season,
HInd the leaf and the blossom in the ripe fruit are blended.
ii sprang without sowing, it grew without heeding,
Sll Ye knew not its name and ye knew not its measure,
1Ye noted it not mid your hope and your pleasure;
here was pain in its blossom, despair in its seeding,
But daylong your bosom now nurseth its treasure.






Enter before the curtain Love clad as an imagetmakerjoLove speaks.
O( mighty and how fierce a king is here,
The stayer of fatting folks, the bane of fear
fair life he liveth, ruling passing well,
Disdaining praise of Deaven and hate of Fell;
and yet how goodly to us Oreat in Deaven
SFBre sucb as he, the waning world that leaven I
Riow well it were that such should never die I
Row well it were at least that memory
Of such should live, as live their glorious deeds I
But which of all the (ods think ye it needs
to shape the mist of Rumour's wavering breath
Into a golden dream that fears no death?
Red Mars belike? since through his field is thrust
The polished ploughbshare o'er the helmet's rustf
Hpollo's beauty? surely eld shall spare
Smooth skin, and flashing eyes, and crispy hair I
Nay,7ove himself? the prde that holds the low
Part, despised, to mighty tales must grow I
Or pallas? for the world that knoweth nought,
By that great wisdom to the wicket brought,
Clear through the tangle evermore sball see
O faithful,O Beloved, turn to Me I
I am the Hncient of the Days that were,
I am the Newborn that Today brings here,
I am the Life of all that dieth not;
Through me alone is sorrow unforgot.

My faithful, knowing that this man should live,
I from the cradle gifts to him did give
Unmeet belike for rulers of the earth;
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Is sorrowful yearning in the midst of mirth,
pity midst anger, hope midst scorn and bate,
Languor midst labour, lest the day wax late,
Hnd all be wrong, and all be to begin.
Through these indeed the eager life did win
That was the very body to my soul;
Yet, as the tide of battle back did roll
Before his patience: as he toiled and grieved
O'er fools and folly, was be not deceived,
But ever knew the change was drawing nigh,
Hnd in my mirror gazed with steadfast eye.
Still, 0 my faithful, seemed his life so fair
Chat all Olympus might have left him there
Until to bitter strength that life was grown,
Hnd then have smiled to see him die alone,
Dad I not been. Ye know me; I have sent
H pain to pierce his last coat of content:
Now must he tear the armour from his breast
Hnd cast aside all things that men deem best,
ind singleihearted for his longing strive
That be at last may save his soul alive.
row say ye then, Beloved ? Ye have known
The blossom of the seed these hands have sown;
Shatl this man starve in sorrow's thorny brake?
Shalt Love the faithful of bis heart forsake?


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'In the King's 0ardenjVKing pharamond, Master Oliver
gOliver speaks.
N this quiet place canst thou speak,
O my King,
W here nought but the lilies may
hearken our counsel?
King phar. W hat wouldet thou have
of me? why came we hither?
Oliver. Dear lord, thou wouldst speak
of the woe that weighs on thee.
King phar. Wouldst thou bear me aback to the strife
and the battle?
Nay, hang up my banner: 'ti all passed and over
Oliver. Speak but a little, lord have I not loved thee?
King phar.yea, thou art Oliver: I saw thee a lying
H long time ago with the blood on thy face,
When my father wept o'er thee for thy faith & thy valour.
Oliver. Years have passed over, but my faith hath not
failed me;
Spent is my might, but my love not departed.
Shall not love help? yea, look long in my eyes I
there is no more to see if thou sawest my heart.
King phar. Yea, thou art Oliver, full of all kindness I
Dave patience, for now is the cloud passing over;
Dave patience and hearken; yet shalt thou be shamed.
Oliver. Thou shalt shine through thy shame as the sun
through the haze
%When the world waiteth gladly the warm day a&coming:
sH great as thou seem'st now,I know thee for greater
Ihan thy deeds done& told of one day I shall know thee:
Lying dead in my tomb I shall hear the world praising.






King pharamond. Stay thy praise; let me speak, test all speech
depart from me.
here is a place in the world, a great valley
Cbat seems a green plain from the brow of the mountains,
But hath knolls and fair dales when down there thou goest:
Cohere are homesteads therein with gardens about them,
Hnd fair herds of kine and grey sheep a/feeding,
Hnd willowthung streams wend through deep grassy meadows,
Hnd a highway winds through them from the outer world coming:
6irthed about is the vale by a grey watt of mountains,
Rent apart in three places and tumbled together
In old times of the world when the earthbfires flowed forth:
Hnd as you wend up these away from the valley
You think of the sea and the great world it washes;
But through two you may pass not, the shattered rocks shut them.
Hnd up through the third there windeth a highway,
And its gorge is fulfilled by a black wood of yewitrees.
Hnd I know that beyond, though mine eyes have not seen it,
H city of merchants beside the sea lieth.
I adjure thee, my fosterer, by the hand of my father,
By thy faith without stain, by the days unforgotten,
WIben I dwelt in thy house ere the troubles' beginning,
By thy fair wife long dead and thy swordismitten children,
By thy life without blame and thy love without blemish,
Telt me bow, tell me when, that fair land I may come to I
1ride it not for my help, for my bonour, but tell me,
Lest my time and thy time be lost days and confusion I
Oliver. 0 many such lands O my master, what ails thee?
ellt me again, for I may not remember.
I prayed God give thee speech, and to Ood hath given it;
lay God give me death I if I dream not this evil.
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King pharamond. Said not when thou knew'stit,all
courage should fail thee?
But me, my heart fails not, Iam pharamond as ever.
I shall seek and shall find: comebhep me, my fosterer
Yet if thou bsouldst ask for a sign from that country
That have Ito show thee? Ipluched a blue milkrwort
from amidst of the field where she wandered fairfooted,
It was gone when I wakened; and once in my wallet
I set some grey stones from the way through the forest,
hbese were gone when I wakened; & once as I wandered
H tock of white wool from a thornbush I gathered,
It was gone when I wakened. bhe name of that country,
Nay, bow should I know it? but ever meseemeth
'Cwas not in the southlands, for sharp in the sunset
ind sunrise the air is, and whiles I have seen it
Jmid whitedrift of snow. Hb, look up, fosterfathert
Oliver. 0 woe, woe is me that I may not awaken f
Or else, art thou verity pharamond my fosterling,
the freed and the freer, the M[ise, the World's Wonder?
King phar. Mhby fainteth thy great heart? nay, Oliver, hearken,
6'en such as I am now these five years I have been.
hbrougb five years of striving this dreamer and dotard
fRae reaped glory from ruin,drawn peace from destruction.
Oliver. M[oe met wit bath failed me, and all the wise counsel
I was treasuring up down the wind is drifting.
Yet what wouldst thou have there if ever thou find it ?
lre the gates of heaven there? is Death bound there & helpless?
King pharamond. Nay, thou askest me this not as one without
knowledge,
for thou know'st that my love in that land is abiding.
Oliver. Yea, woe worth the while and all wisdom hath failed me:
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et if thou wouldst tell me of ber,I will hearken
Without mocking or mourning,if that may avail thee.
King phar. Lo, thy face is grown kind. Thou rememberest the even
Mhen first wore the crown after sore strife and mourning?
Oliver. Wtho shall ever forget it? the dead face of thy father,
Hnd thou in thy fightibattered armour above it,
MIid the passion of tears long held back by the battle;
Bnd thy rent banner o'er thee and the ring of men mail'clad,
Victorious today, since their ruin but a spear/ength
WCIas thrust away from them. Son, think of thy gory,
Hnd e'en in such wise break the throng of these devils
King phar. five years are passed over since in the fresh dawning
On the field of that fight I lay wearied and sleepless
Till slumber came o'er me in the first of the sunrise;
Then as there lay my body rapt away was my spirit,
Hnd a cold and thick mist for a while was about me,
Hnd when that cleared away, to, the mountain'walled country
'Neath the first of the sunrise in e'en such a spring/tide
Hs the springitide our horserhoofs that yestereve trampled:
By the withywrought gate of a garden I found me
'Neath the goodly green boughs of the apple full/blossomed;
Hnd fulfilled of great pleasure I was as I entered
bhe fair place of flowers, and wherefore I knew not.
Then to, mid the birds' song a woman's voice singing.
five years passed away, in the first of the sunrise. 5e is silent, brooding.
Oliver. Ood help us if God is1 for this man, Ideemed him
More a glory of (od made man for our helping
Than a man that should die: all the deeds he did surely,
Too great for a man's life, have undone the doer,
King pharamond, rousing himsef.Thbou art waiting, my fosterer, till
I tell of her singing
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Hnd the words that she sang there: time was when I knew them;
But too much of strife is about us this morning,
Hnd whiles I forget and whiles I remember. fatls amusing again.
Oliver. But a night's dream undid him, & he died, & his kingdom,
By unheardrof deeds fashioned, was tumbled together,
By false men and fools to be fought for and ruined.
Such words shall my ghost see the chronicler writing
In the days that shall be. Hb, what woutdst thou, my fosterling ?
Knowest thou not how words fail us awaking
That we seemed to hear plain amid sleep and its sweetness?
Nay, strive not, my son, rest awhile and be silent;
Or sleep white I watch thee: full fair is the garden,
perchance mid the flowers thy sweet dream may find thee,
Hnd thou shalt have pleasure and peace for a little.
Heide. Hnd my soul shall depart ere thou wak'st peradventure.
King phar.yea, thou deemest me mad: a dream thou mayst call it,
But not such a dream as thou know'st of: nay, hearken I
for what manner of dream then is this that remembers
he words that she sang on that morning of glory:
O love, set a word in my mouth for our meeting;
Cast thy sweet arms about me to stay my heart's beating
Hb, thy silence, thy silence nought bsines on the darkness I
O close serried throng of the days thatlsee nott fails amusing again.
Oliver. thus the worse that shalt be, the bad that is, bettereth.
Once more he is speechless mid evil dreams sunken.
King pharamond, speaking very low. pfold silence, love, speak not of
the sweet day departed;
Cling close to me, love, lest I waken sadrhearted I
Louder to Oliver. Thou starest,my fosterer: what strange thing
beholdet thou?
H great king, a strong man,that thou newest a child once:






pharamond the fair babe: pharamond the warrior;
pharamond the king, and which hast thou feared yet?
Fnd why wilt thou fear then this pbaramond the lover?
Shall I fail of my love who failed not of my fame?
Nay,nay,I sball live for the last gain and greatest.
Oliver. I know not; all counsel and wit is departed,
I wait for thy will; I will do it,my master.
King pharamond. Through the boughs of the garden I followed
the singing
To a smooth space of sward: there the unknown desire
Of my soul I beheld, wrought in shape of a woman.
Oliver. O ye warders of Croy-wallsjoin hands through the
darkness,
tell us tales of the Downfall, for we too are with you I
King phar. Hs my twin sister, young of years was she and slender,
Yellow blossoms of spring/tide her hands had been gathering,
But the gownilap that held them had fallen down
Hnd had lain round her feet with the first of the singing;
Now her singing had ceased, though yet heaved her bosom
He with lips lightly parted and eyes of one seeking
She stood face to face with the Love that she knew not,
Che love that she longed for and waited unwitting;
She moved not,I breathed not, till to,a horn winded,
Hnd she started, and o'er her came trouble and wonder,
Came pallor and trembling; came a strain at my heart-strings
is bodiless there I stretched hands toward her beauty,
Hnd voiceless cried out, as the cold mist swept o'er me.
bhen again clash of arms, and the morning watch calling,
ind the long leaves and great twisted trunks of the chestnuts,
es I sprang to my feet and turned round to the trumpets
ind gathering of spears and unfolding of banners






That first morn of my reign and my glory's beginning.
Oliver. 0 welt were we that tide though the world was against us.
King pharamond. rearken yet through that whirlwind of
danger and battle,
Beaten back, struggling forward, we fought without blemish
On my banner spearrrent in the days of my father,
On my love of the land and the longing I cherished
for a tale to be told when 1, laid in the minster,
Migbt hear it no more; was it easy of winning,
Our bread of those days? Yet as wild as the work was
Unforgotten and sweet in my heart was that vision,
Hnd her eyes and her tips and her fair body's fashion
Blest all times of rest, rent the battle asunder,
turned ruin to laughter and death unto dreaming;
Hnd again and thrice over again did I go there
6re spring was grown winter: in the meadowelmet her,
By the sheaves of the corn, by the downifalling applee,
Kind and calm,yea and glad,yet with eyee of one seeking.
ib the mouth of one waiting, ere all shatl be overt
But at last in the winter/tide mid the dark forest
Side by side did we wend down the pass: the wind tangled
Mid the trunks & black boughs made wild music about us,
But her feet on the scant snow and the sound of her breathing
Made music much better: the wood thinned, and I saw her,
He we came to the brow of the pass; for the moon gleamed
Bitter cold in the cloudless black sky of the winter.
Chen the world drew me back from my love, and departing
I saw her sweet serious look pase into terror
Fnd her arms cast abroad; and to, clashing of armour,
Rnd a sword in my hand,and my mouth crying loud,
Hnd the moon and cold teel in the doorway burst open
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Rnd thy doughty spear thrust through the throat of the foreman
My dazed eyes scarce saw: thou rememberest,my fosterer?
Oliver. Yea, Theobald the Constable had watched but unduly;
We were taken unwares, and wild fleeing there was
O'er black rock and white snow: shall such times come again, son?
Kingphar. Yea, full surely they shall; have thou courage, my fostereri
Day came thronging on day, month thrust month aside,
Hmid battle and strife and the murder of glory,
Hnd still oft and oft to that land was I led
Hnd still through all longing I,young in Love's dealings,
Never called it a pain: though, the battle passed over,
The council determined, back again came my craving:
I knew not the pain, but I knew all the pleasure,
When now, as the clouds o'er my fortune were parting,
I felt myself waxing in might and in wisdom;
ind no city welcomed the freed and the freer,
Hnd no mighty army felt back before rumour
Of pharamond's coming, but her heart bid me thither
Hnd the blithest and kindest of kingfolk ye knew me.
bhen came the high tide of deliverance upon us,
When surely if we in the red field had fallen
The stocks and the stones would have risen to avenge us.
Then waned my sweet vision midst glory's fufilment,
Hnd still with ith st waning hot waxed my desire:
ind did ye not note then that the glad/hearted pharamond
Ulas grown astern man,a fierce king, it may be?
Did ye deem it the growth of my manhood, the hardening
Of battle and murder and treason about me?
Nay, nay,it was love's pain, first named and first noted
Whben a long time went past, and I might not behold her
thou remembereet a year agone now, when the legate
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Of the Lord of the aWaters brought here a broad letter
full of prayers for good peace and our friendship thenceforward;
le who erst set a price on the lost head of pharamond;
Dow I bade him stand up on his feet and be merry,
6at his meat by my side and drink out of my beaker,
In memory of days when my meat was but little
Hnd my drink drunk in haste between saddle and straw.
But lol midst of my triumph, as I noted the feigning
Of the last foeman humbled, and the hall fell amurmuring,
Hnd blithely the horns blew, Be glad, spring prevaileth;
is I sat there and changed not, my soul saw a vision:
All folk faded away, and my love that I long for
Came with raiment a/rustling along the hall pavement,
Drawing near to the higbrseat, with bands held out a little,
illt her hallowed eyes drew me a space into heaven,
Hnd her lips moved to whisper, Come,love, for I weary I
Chen she turned and went from me, and I heard her feet falling
On the floor of the ball, e'en as though it were empty
Of all folk but us twain in the bush of the dawning.
hben again,all was gone, and I sat there a/smiling
On the faintismiling legate, as the hatl windows quivered
Nought slept I that night, yet I saw her without sleeping:
Betwixt midnight and morn of that summer/tide was I
Midst of the lilies by her houserdoor to hearken
If perchance in her chamber she turned amid sleeping:
WIben to,as the Cast 'gan to change, and stars faded
MUere her feet on the stairs, and the door opened softly,
Hnd she stood on the threshold with the eyes of one seeking,
Hnd there, gathering the folds of her gown to her girdle,
Went forth through the garden and followed the highway,
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FH1 along the green valley, and I ever beside her,
illt the light of the low sun just risen was falling
On her feet in the first of the pass, and all faded.
Yet from her unto me had gone forth her intent,
Hnd I saw her face set to the heart of that city,
Hnd the quays where the ships of the outlanders come to,
Hnd I said: She is seeking, and shall I not seek?
The sea is her prison watl; where is my prison ?
Yet I said: Rere men praise me, perchance men may love me
If I live long enough for my justice and mercy
Co make them just and merciful; one who is master
Of many poor folk, a man pity moveth,
Love hath dealt with in this wise, no minstrel nor dreamer.
The deeds that my hand might find for the doing
Did desire undo them these four years of fight?
Hnd now time and fair peace in my heart have begotten
More desire and more pain,is the day of deeds done with?
Lo here for my part my bonds and my prison I
bhen with bands holding praise, yet with fierce heart belike,
Did I turn to the people that I had delivered,
Hnd the deeds of this year passed shall live peradventurel
But now came no solace of dreams in the nightitide
from that day thenceforward; yet oft in the council,
Mid the hearkening folk craving for justice or mercy,
Mvid the righting of wrongs and the staying of ruin,
Mid the ruling a dull folk, who deemed all my kingship
F thing due and easy as the dawning and sunset
To the day that God made once to deal with no further;
Mid all these a fair face, a sad face, could I fashion,
ind I said: She is seeking, and shall I not seek ?
Tell over the days of the year of hope's waning;
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Telt over the hours of the weary days wearing:
Tell over the minutes of the hours of thy waking,
bhen wonder he liveth who fails of his longing
Oliver. (Uhat wouldet thou have, son, wherein I might help thee?
King phar. Rearken yet: for a long time no more I beheld her
Til a month agone now at the ending of Maytide;
Hnd then in the first of the morning I found me
fufilled of all joy at the edge of the yew/wood;
Then to, her gown's flutter in the fresh breeze of morning,
ind slower and statelier than her wont was aforetime
ind fairer of form toward the yewwood she wended.
But woe's mel as she came and at last was beside me
iWitb sobbing scarce ended her bosom was heaving,
Stained with tears was her face, and her mouth was yet quivering
Uith torment of weeping held back for a season.
Then swiftly my spirit to the King's bed was wafted
WIhile still toward the sea were her weary feet wending.
ib surely that day of all wrongs that I hearkened
Mine own wrongs seemed heaviest and hardest to bear,
Mine own wrongs and hers, tilt that past year of ruling
Seemed a crime and a folly. sJight came, and I saw her
Stealing barefoot, bareheaded amidst of the tulips
Made grey by the moonlight: and a long time Love gave me
To gaze on her weeping: mor came,and I wakened;
I wakened and said: Through the b lorld will I wander,
Till either I find her, or find the tWorld empty.
Oliver. Yea,son,wilt thou go? ib thou knowest from of old time
My words might not stay thee from aught thou wert willing;
Hnd e'en so it must be now. Fnd yet bast thou asked me
To go with thee, son, if aught I might help thee?
ib me,if thy face might gladden a little
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I should meet the world better and mock at its mocking:
If thou goest to find her, why then bath there fallen
This heaviness on thee? is thy heart waxen feeble?
King phar. O friend, I have seen her no more, & her mourning
Is alone and unhelped; yet tonight or tomorrow
Somewhat nigher will I be to her love and her longing.
Lo, to thee, friend, alone of all folk on the earth
These things have I told: for a true man I deem thee
Beyond all men call true; yea, a wise man moreover
Hnd hardy and helpful; and I know thy heart surely
That thou boldest the world nought without me thy fosterling.
Come, leave all awhile it may be as time weareth
[iith new life in our hands we hall wend us back hither.
Oliver. Yea; triumph turns trouble, and all the world changeth,
Vet a good world it is since we twain are together.
King phar. Lo, have I not said it? thou art kinder than all men.
Cast about then,I pray thee, to find us a keel
Sailing who recketh whither, since the world is so wide.
Sure the northlands shall know of the blessings she bringeth,
Hnd the southlands be singing of the tales that foretold her.
Oliver. Well I wot of all chapmen, and tonight weighs a dromond
Sailing west away first, and then to the southlands.
Since in such things I deal oft they know me, but know not
King pharamond the freed, since now first they sail hither.
So make me thy messenger in a fair'writ broad letter,
Rnd thyself make my scrivener, and this very night sail we.
O surely thy face now is brightening and blesseth mel
Peer through these boughs toward the bay and the haven,
Hnd high masts thou shalt see, & white sails hanging ready. exit Oliver.
King phar. Dost thou weep now, my darling, & are thy feet wandering
On the ways ever empty of what thou desirest?







Jay, nay, for thou know'st me, and many a night/tide
fath Love led thee forth to a city unknown:
Thou hast paced through this palace from chamber to chamber
Cill in dawn and stars' paling I have passed forth before thee:
thou hast seen thine own dwelling nor known how to name it:
Chine own dwelling that shall be when love is victorious.
thou hast seen my sword glimmer amidst of the moon eight,
Hs we rode with hoofs muffled through waylaying murder.
Through the field of the dead hast thou fared to behold me,
Seen me waking and longing by the watch/fires' flicker;
thou hast followed my banner amidst of the battle
Hnd seen my face change to the man that they fear,
Yet found me not fearful nor turned from beholding:
thou hast been at my triumphs, and heard the tale's ending
Of my wars, and my winning through days evil and weary:
for this eve hast thou waited, and wilt be peradventure
By the sea'strand tonight, for thou wottest full surely
That the word is gone forth, and the world is moving.
Hbide me, belovedI today and tomorrow
Shall be little words in the tale of our loving,
hIben the last mor ariseth, and thou and I meeting
from lips laid together tell tales of these marvels.







TDT6 MUSIC.
OV6 IS 6NOI60r: draw near and
behold me
Ye who pass by the way to your rest and
your laughter,
Hnd are full of the hope of the dawn
Becoming after;
for the strong of the world have bought me and sold me
Rnd my house is all wasted from threshold to rafter.
pass by me,and bearken,and think of me not
E RY out and come near; for my care may not bearken,
F ind my eyes are grown dim as the eyes of the dying.
Is this the grey rack o'er the sun's face flying?
Or is it your faces bis brightness that darken ?
Comes a wind from the sea, or is it your sighing?
Pass by me and hearken, and pity me nott
F 6 know not how void is your hope and your living:
U Depart with your helping lest yet ye undo mel
Ye know not that at nightfall she draweth near to me,
there is soft speech between us and words of forgiving
Titt in dead of the midnight her kisses thrill through me.
pass by me and hearken, and waken me notl
H E6eR6WRIICt will ye buy it, ye rich who behold me?
Draw out from your coffers your rest & your laughter,
Hnd the fair gilded hope of the dawn coming after
ay this I ell not, though ye bought me and sold me,
for your house stored with such things from threshold to rafter.
pase by me,I hearken,and think of you nott






6nter before the curtain Love cladae a Maker of pictured Clothsjfove speaks.
H IC double life my faithful king has led
J)Vy band has untwined, and old days are dead
H in the moon the sails run up the mast.
Yea, let this present mingle with the past,
Hnd when ye see him next think a long tide
Of days are gone by; for the world is wide,
Rnd if at last these bands, these lips shall meet,
bhat matter thorny ways and weary feet?
H faithful king,and now grown wise in love:
Yet from of old in many ways I move
The hearts that shall be mine: him by the hand
Riave I led forth, and shown his eyes the land
lWhere dwells his love, and shown him what she is:
e has beheld the lips that he shall kiss,
The eyes his eyes shall soften, and the cheek
Jrie voice abatl change, the limbs he maketh weak:
Htl this he hath as in a picture wrought;
But lo you,'tie the seeker and the sought:
for her no marvels of the night I make,
Nor keep my dream/smiths' drowsy heads awake;
Only about her have I shed a glory
Whereby she waiteth trembling for a story
That she shall play in,and 'tie not begun:
Therefore from rising sun to setting sun
There flit before her half/formed images
Of what I am,and in all things she sees
Something of mine: so single is her heart
filled with the worship of one set apart
To be my priestess through all joy and sorrow;
So sad and sweet, she waits the certain morrow.
Fnd yet sometimes, although her heart be strong,
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You may well think I tarry overtiong:
TChe lonely sweetness of desire grows pain,
the reverent life of longing void and vain:
Then are my dreamsemitbh mindful of my lore:
They weave a web of sighs and weeping sore,
Of languor, and of very helplessness,
Of restless wandering, lonely dumb distress,
Cill like a live thing there she stands and goes,
Oazing at pharamond through all her woes.
Then forth they fly, and spread the picture out
Before bis eyes, and how then may be doubt
She knows his life, bis deeds, and bis desire?
Dow shall he tremble lest her heart should tire?
It is not so; his danger and bis war,
iies days of triumph, and his years of care,
She knows them not,yet shall she know some day
The love that in his lonely longing lay.
Ulhat, faithful,do I lie,that overbhot
My dream/web is with that which happeneth not?
JNay, nay, believe it not t love lies alone
In loving hearts like fire within the stone:
Cbhen strikes my hand, and to, the flax ablaze
Chose tales of empty striving, and lost days
folk tell of sometimes, never lit my fire
Such ruin as this; but pride and Vain/desire,
My counterfeits and foes, have done the deed.
Beware, beloved I for they sow the weed
heree I the wheat: they meddle where I leave,
Take what I scorn, cast by what I receive,
Sunder my yoke, yoke that I would dissever,
pull down the house my bands would build for ever.


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In a forest among the Dille of a foreign LandjKing pharamond,
Jaster Oliver9King pharamond speaks.
CRR6TCC forth thine hand, fosterfather,
I know thee,
ind fain would be sure I am yet in the world:
UWhere am I now, and what things have befallen?
Wlhy am I so weary, & yet have wrought nothing?
Oliver. TChou hast been sick, lord, but thy sickness
abateth.
King pharamond.Thou art sad unto weeping:
sorry rags are thy raiment,
forI see thee a little now: where am I lying?
Oliver. On the sere leaves thou lieet, lord, deep in the wild'wood.
King phar. Uhat meaneth all this? was I not pharamond,
Worker of great deeds after my father,
freer of my land from murder and wrong,
fain of folks' love, and no blencher in battle?
Oliver. Yea, thou wert king and the kindest under heaven.
King phar. las there not coming a Queen long desired,
from a land over sea, my life to fufil?
Oliver. Belike it was so, but thou leftist it untold of.
King phar.*hy weepest thou more yet? 0 me, which are dreams,
Which are deeds of my life mid the things I remember?
Oliver. Dost thou remember the great council chamber,
O my king, and the lords there gathered together
W lith drawn anxious faces one fair morning of summer,
Rnd myself in their midst, who would move thee to speech?
King Phar. H brawl I remember, some wordy debating,
uWhether my love should be brought to behold me.
Sick was I at heart, little patience I had.
i Oliver. Fast thou memory yet left thee, how an hour thereafter






'Neath the limetrees, nigh the pear/tree, beholding the conduit?
King phar. fair things I remember of a long time thereafter,
Of thy love and thy faith and our gladness together.
Oliver. Hnd the thing that we talked of, wilt thou tell me about it?
King phar. MUe twain were to wend through the wide world together
Seeking my love: 0 my heart is she living?
Oliver. God wot that she liveth as she hath lived ever.
King phar. Then soon was it midnight, and moonset,as we wended
Down to the bship, and the merchant/folks' babble.
The oily green waves in the harbour mouth glistened,
PWindless midnight it twas, but the great sweeps were run out,
es the cable came rattling mid rich bales on the deck,
Hnd slow moved the black side that the ripple was lapping,
Hnd I looked and beheld a great city behind us
By the last of the moon as the stars were a/brightening,
Hnd pharamond the freed grew a tale of a singer,
et sweet was the scent of the sea/breeze arising;
Hnd I felt a chain broken,a sickness put from me
He the sails drew, and merchant/folk, gathered together
On the poop or the prow,'gan to move and begone,
Till at last neathh the far/gazing eyes of the steersman
By the loitering watch thou and I were left lonely,
Hnd we saw by the moon the white horses arising
ahlere beyond the last headland the ocean abode us,
then came the fresh breeze and the sweep of the spray,
Hnd the beating of ropes,and the empty sails' thunder,
is we shifted our course toward the west in the dawning;
Then I slept and I dreamed in the dark I was lying,
Hnd I beard her sweet breath and her feet falling near me,
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Hnd the rustle of her raiment as she sought through the darkness,
Sought,I knew not for what, till her arms clung about me
UUith a cry that was here, that was mine as I wakened.
Oliver. Yea, a sweet dream it was, as thy dreams were aforetime,
King phar. Nay not so,my fosterer: thy hope yet shall fail thee
If thou lookest to see me turned back from my folly,
Lamenting and mocking the life of my longing.
jMany such have I had, dear dreams and deceitful,
IWhen the soul slept a little from all but its search,
Hnd lied to the body of bliss beyond telling;
Yea, waking had lied still but for life and its torment.
Not so were those dreams of the days of my kingship,
Slept my body, or died, but my soul was not sleeping,
It knew that she touched not this body that trembled
Ht the thought of her body sore trembling to see me;
It lied of no bliss as desire swept it onward,
Ubho knows through what sundering space of its prison;
It saw, and it heard, and it hoped, and was lonely,
rad no doubt and no joy, but the hope that endureth.
aloe's me I am weary: wend we forward tomorrow ?
Oliver Yea, wettl it may be if thou wilt but be patient,
Hnd rest thee a little, while time creepeth onward.
King pharamond. But tell me, has the fourth year gone far mid
my sickness?
Oliver. Nay, for seven days only didst thou lie here ardying,
Hs full often I deemed: 3od be thanked it is over
But rest thee a little, lord; gather strength for the striving.
King phar. Yea, for once again sleep meseems comet to struggle
%Witb the memory of times past: come tell thou, my fosterer,
Of the days we have fared through, that dimly before me
Bre floating, as I look on thy face and its trouble.
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Oliver. Rememberest thou aught of the lands where we wended?
King phar. Yea,many a thing, as the moonlit warm evening
Ubhen we stayed by the trees in the oold'bearing Land,
Nigh the gate of the city, where a minstrel was singing
That tale of the King and his fate,o'er the cradle
foretold by the wise of the world; that a woman
Should win him to love and to woe, and despairing
In the last of his youth, the first days of his manhood.
Oliver. I remember the evening; but clean gone is the story:
Emid deeds great and dreadful, should songs abide by me?
King phar. Chey shut the young king in a castle, the tale saith,
UJhere never came woman, and never should come,
Hnd sadly be grew up and stored with all wisdom,
Not wishing for aught in his heart that he had not,
Tilt the time was come round to his twentieth birthday.
Then many fair gifts brought his people unto him,
Gold and gems, and rich cloths, and rare things & dear/bought,
Hnd a book fairly written brought a wise man among them,
Called the praising of prudence; wherein there was painted
The image of prudence: and that, what but a woman,
6'en she forsooth that the painter found fairest;
Now surely thou mindest what needs must come after?
Oliver. Yea, somewhat indeed I remember the misery
Told in that tale, but all mingled it is
%With the manifold trouble that met us full often,
6'en we ourselves. Of nought else hast thou memory?
King phar. Of many such tales that the Southland folk told us,
Of many a dream by the sunlight and moonlight;
Of music that moved me, of hopes that my heart had;
The high days when my love and I held feast together.
But what land is this, and how came we either?
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Oliver. Nay, bast thou no memory of our troubles that were many ?
Dow thou criedst out for Death & how near Death came to thee?
row thou needs must dread war, thou the dreadful in battle?
Of the pest in the place where that tale was told to us;
Hnd how we fled thence o'er the desert of horror?
Dow weary we wandered when we came to the mountains,
Hll dead but one man of those who went with us ?
Dow we came to the sea of the west, and the city,
Whose Queen would have kept thee her slave and her lover,
Hnd how we escaped by the fair woman's kindness,
Who loved thee,and cast her life by for thy welfare?
Of the waste of thy life when we sailed from the Soutblands,
Hnd the sea/thieves fell on us and sold us for servants
Co that land of hard gems, where thy life's purchase seemed
Little better than mine, and we found to our sorrow
MIhence came the crown's glitter, thy sign once of glory:
hben naked a king toiled in sharp rocky crannies,
ind thy world's fear was grown but the taskmaster's whip,
ind thy world's hope the dream in the short dead of night?
Hnd hast thou forgotten how again we fled from it,
Hnd that fight of despair in the boat on the river,
Fnd the sea/strand again and white bellying sails;
Hnd the sore drought and famine that on shipboard fell on us,
6re the sea was o'erpast, and we came scarcely living g
To those keepers of sheep, the poor folk and the kind?
Dost thou mind not the merchants who brought us thence
northward,
ind this land that we made in the twilight of dawning?
ind the city herein where all kindness forsook us,
ind our bitter bread sought we from houserdoor to house/door?
King phar. Hs the shadow of clouds o'er the summer sea sailing
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Is the memory of all now, and whiles I remember
Find whiles I forget; and nought it availeth
Remembering, forgetting; for a sleep is upon me
Chat shalt last a long while: there thou liest,my fosterer,
He thou lay'st a white since ere that twilight of dawning;
Hnd I woke and looked forth, & the dark sea, tong changeless,
Uas now at last barred by a dim watt that swallowed
bhe red shapeless moon, and the wbote sea was rotting,
Unresting, unvaried, as grey as the void is,
Toward that wattll againstt the heavens as though rest were behind it.
Still onward we fared and the moon was forgotten,
Hnd colder the sea grew and colder the heavens,
Hnd blacker the watt grew, and grey, green'besprinkled,
ind the sky seemed to breach it; and to at the last
Many islands of mountains,and a city amongst them.
WIhite clouds of the dawn,not moving yet waning,
Wreathed the high peaks about; and the sea beat for ever
'Gainst the green sloping bills and the black rocks and beachless.
Is this the same land that I saw in that dawning?
for sure if it is thou at least shalt bear tidings,
though I die ere the dark: but for thee, O my fosterer,
Lying there by my side,I had deemed the old vision
bad drawn forth the soul from my body to see her.
Hnd with joy and fear blended leapt the heart in my bosom,
Hnd I cried,Cbe last land, love; 0 hast thou abided?
But since then hath been turmoil, and sickness, and slumber,
Hnd my south hath been troubled with dreams that I knew not.
Hnd such tangle is round me life fails me to rend it,
Hnd the cold cloudof death rotteth onward to hide me.
0 well am I hidden, who might not be happy I
I see not, I bear not, my head growth heavy. fails bach as if steeping.






Oliver. 0 Son,is it sleep that upon thee is fatten ?
Not death, O my dear one speak yet but a little I
King pharamond, raising himself again. 0 be glad, foster/father I
and those troubles past over,
Be thou thereby when once more I remember
Hnd sit with my maiden and tell her the story,
Hnd we pity our past selves as a poet may pity
The poor folk he tells of amid plentiful weeping.
Musb nowl as faint noise of bells over water
H sweet sound floats towards me, and blesses my slumber:
If I wake never more I shall dream and shall see her. sleeps.
Oliver. Is it swooning or sleeping? in what wise shall be waken ?
Nay,no sound I hear save the forest wind wailing.
blho shall help us today save our yokerfellow Death ?
Yet fain would I die mid the sun and the flowers;
for a tomb seems this yewrwood ere yet we are dead,
nd its wailing wind chilleth my yearning for time past,
Hnd my love growth cold in this dusk of the daytime.
Mhat will be ? is worse than death drawing near us ?
flit past, dreary day come,nighttide and resting
Come, tomorrow's uprising with light and new tidings
Lo,Lord,I have borne all with no bright love before me;
Mttilt thou break all I bad and then give me no blessing?







T:) JVIUSIC,
OVE6 IS 6JO* 6I: through the trouble
and tangle
from yesterday's dawning to yesterday's
night
I sought through the vales where the
prisoner winds wrangle,
Till, wearied and bleeding,at end of the light
1I met him,and we wrestled, and great was my might.
SS R6HFI twas my joy, though no rest was
around me,
~b hough mid wastes of the world were we twain
all alone,
for methought that I conquered & he knelt and he crowned me,
Find the driving rain ceased, and the wind ceased to moan,
Find through clefts of the clouds her planet outshone.
i- ~ tRROU6CI clefts of the clouds'gan the world to
awaken,
_____ nd the bitter wind piped, and down drifted the rain,
ind I was alone, and yet not forsaken,
for the grass was untrodden except by my pain:
Wlitb a Shadow of the Jight had I wrestled in vain.
S^TND the Shadow of the Night and not Love was
departed;
I was sore, I was weary, yet Love lived to seek;
So I scaled the dark mountains, and wandered
sadbhearted
Over wearier wastes, where e'en sunlight was bleak,
With no rest of the night for my soul waxen weak.
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ICTD no rest of the night; for I waked mid a story
I Of a land wherein Love is the light and the lord,
W heree my tale shall be heard, &my wounds gain a glory,
Hnd my tears be a treasure to add to the hoard
Of pleasure laid up for his people's reward.
1U, pleasure laid upf haste thou onward and listen,
Sfor the wind of the waste has no music like this,
E IN nd not thus do the rocks of the wilderness glisten:
niith the hoat of his faithful through sorrow and bliss
My Lord goeth forth now, and knows me for his.
Enter before the curtain Love, with a cup of bitter drink and his hands bloody
,Love speaks.
pI)HRHMONJD,I knew thee brave and strong,
Hnd yet how might'st thou live to bear this wrong?
l wanderingrtide of three long bitter years,
Solaced at whiles by languor of soft tears,
By dreams self/wrought of night & sleep & sorrow,
5 open by hope of tears to be tomorrow:
'yet all, alas, but wavering memories;
'No vision of her hands, her lips, her eyes,
gas blessed him since he seemed to see her weep,
No wandering feet of here beset hie eleep.
Woe's me then I am I cruel, or am Igrown
The scourge of fate, lest men forget to moan ?
{Whatf is there blood upon these hands of mine?
Is venomed anguish mingled with my wine?
Blood there may be, and venom in the cup;
But see, Beloved, how the tears well up
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from my grieved heart my blinded eyes to grieve,
nd in the kindness of old days believe
So after all then we must weep today,
ce, who behold at ending of the way,
tChse lovers tread a bower they may not miss
CUIhose door my servant keepeth, 6arthly Bliss:
There in a little white sall they abide,
NJor each from each their wounds of wandering hide,
But kiss them, each on each, and find it sweet,
Chat wounded so the world they may not meet.
ib, truly mine since this your tears may move,
the very sweetness of rewarded love
Hb, truly mine, that tremble as ye hear
bhe speech of loving lips grown close and dear;
Lest other sounds from other doors ye hearken,
Doors that the wings of earthly Hnguieh darken.


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On a Dighway in a Valley near the last, with a Mist over
all things j King pharamond, Flaster Oliver J King
pharamond speaks.
OLD a while, Oliver I my limbs are grown
weaker
Chan when in the wood I first rose to my
feet.
There was hope in my heart then, and now
nought but sickness;
here was eight in my eyes then,and now
nought but blindness.
Good art thou, hope, while the life yet tormenteth,
But a better help now have I gained than thy goading.
farewell, O life, wherein once I was merry I
O dream of the world, Idepart now, and leave thee
H little tale added to thy longrdrawniout story.
Cruel wert thou, 0 Love, yet have thou and I conquered.
Come nearer, O fosterer, come nearer and hiss me,
Bid farewell to thy fosterling while the life yet is in me,
for this farewell to thee is my last word meseemeth.
ie ties down and sleeps.
Oliver. O my king, O my son I Hb, woe's me for my kindness,
for the day when thou drew'st me & I let thee be drawn
Into toils I knew deadly, into death thou desiredstl
Hnd woe's me that I die notf for my body made hardy
By the battles of old days to bear every anguish I
Speak a word and forgive me, for who knows how tong yet
,rre the days of my life, and the hours of my toathingf
R5e speaks not, be moves not: yet he draweth breath softly:
I have seen men a&dying, and not thus did the end come.
Surely 3od who made all forgets not love's rewarding,






forgets not the faithful, the guileless who fear not.
Oh, might there be help yet, and some new life's beginning
Lo, lighter the mist grows: there come sounds through its dulnese,
The lowing of kine, or the whoop of a shepherd,
Tbe bellwether's tinkle, or clatter of borsebhoofs.
H homestead is nigh us: I wit fare down the highway
Hnd seek for some helping: folk said simple people
Hbode in this valley, and these may avail us,
If aught it avail us to live for a little.
Yea, give it us, Ood all the fame and the glory
Ue fought for and gained once; the life of wetlldoing,
fair deed thrusting on deed, and no day forgotten;
lnd due worship of folk that his great heart had bolpen;
ll I prayed for him once now no longer I pray for.
Let it all pass away as my warm breath now passeth
In the chill of the morning mist wherewith thou hidest
fair vale and grey mountain of the land we are come to
Let it all pass away I but some peace and some pleasure
I pray for him yet, and that I may behold it.
i prayer little and towly,and we in the old time
Uhben the world lay before us, were we hard to the lowly ?
Thou know'st we were kind, bowso hard to be beaten;
Wtilt thou help us this last time? or what bast thou hidden
MCIe know not, we name not, some crown for our striving?
0 body and soul of my son, may God keep theef
for, as lone as thou liest in a land that we see not,
Ubhen the world loseth thee, what is left for its losing? exit oliver.


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OV6 IS 6NOC[6D: cherish life that
abideth,
Lest ye die ere ye know him, and curse and
misname him;
for who knows in what ruin of all hope he
bideth,
On what wings of the terror of darkness be ridetb ?
Hnd what is the joy of man's life that ye blame him
for his bliss grown a sword, and his rest grown a fire?
B 6 who tremble for death, or the death of desire,
pass about the cold wintertide garden and ponder
On the rose in his glory amidst of June's fire,
On the languor of noontide that gathered the thunder,
On the morn and its freshness, the eve and its wonder:
ye may wake it no more, ball Spring come to awaken ?
j7IV6 on, for Love liveth,and earth shall be sbaken
By the wind of bio wings on the triumphing
Smorming,
| Hnd the world's tale shall sound in your trumpet of
warning,
ind the sun smite the banner called Scorn of the
Scorning,
Hnd dead pain ye shall trample, dead fruitless desire,
Hs ye wend to pluck out the new world from the fire.






6nter before the curtain Love, clad as a pilgrimjLove speaker.
L OJ6,, afar from home doth pharamond lie,
]Drawn near to deatb,ye deem; or what draws nigh?
Sfar from home; and have ye any deeming
fow far may be that country of his dreaming?
Is it not time, is it not time, say ye,
Cbat we the daysrtar in the sky should see?
Patience, Beloved; these may come to live
life fulfilled of all I have to give,
SBut bare of strife and story; and ye know well
fDow wild a tale of him might be to tell
1 ad I not snatched away the sword and crown;
Yea, and she too was made for world's renown
Hnd should have won it, had my bow not been;
hbese that I love were very king and queen;
I have discrowned them, sball I not crown too?
Ye know, Beloved, what sharp bitter dew,
Wbat parching torment of unresting day
falls on the garden of my deathless bay:
Rands that have gathered it and feet that came
Beneath its shadow bave known flint and flame;
therefore I love them; and they love no less
each furlong of the road of past distress.
Hb, faithful, tell me for what rest and peace,
What length of happy days and world's increase,
What hate of wailing, and what love of laughter,
What hope and fear of worlds to be hereafter,
tWould ye cast by that crown of bitter leaves?
Hnd yet, ye say, our very heart it grieves
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Co see him tying there: bow may be save
fDi life and love if he more pain must have?
Hnd she, bow fares it with her ? is not earth
from winter's sorrow unto summer's mirth
Grown all too narrow for her yearning heart?
Ye say but sooth: not long may be endure:
Hnd her heart sickeneth past all help or cure
Unless I hasten to the helping; see,
Hm I not girt for going speedily ?
The journey lies before me long? nay,nay,
Upon my feet the dust is lying grey,
:he staff is heavy in my hand. ye too,
Dave ye not slept ? or what is this ye do,
MUearying to find the country ye are in ?
The curtain draws up and shows the same scene as the last,with the
mist clearing,and pharamond lying there as before.
Look, look how sun and morn at last do win
Upon the shifting waves of mist behold
Chat mountain/watt the earthifires rent of old,
Orey toward the valley, suntgilt at the side
See the black yew/wood that the pass doth hidel
Search through the mist for knoll, and fruited tree,
Hnd winding stream, and highway white; and see,
See, at my feet lies pharamond the freed 1
H happy journey have we gone indeed
Dearken, Beloved, overton g, ye deem,
I let these lovers deal with hope and dream
Hlone unbolpen. Somewhat sooth ye say:
But now her feet are on this very way
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Chat leadeth from the city: and she saitb
One beckoneth her back hitherward, even Death;
Hnd who was that, Beloved, but even I?
Yet though her feet and sunlight are drawn nigh
The cold grass where he lieth like the dead,
Co ease your hearts a little of their dread
I will abide her coming, and in speech
De knoweth, somewhat of his welfare teach.
Love goes on to the Stage and stands at pharamond's headjLove speak.
6HRK6N, O pharamond, why camest thou hither?
King Pharamond. I came seeking Death; I bave found
him belike.
Love. In what land of the world art thou tying,
O pharamond?
King Pharamond. In a land twixtt two worlds: nor
tong shall I dwell there.
Love. hlbo am I, pharamond, that stand here beside thee?
King phar.The Death I have sought: thou art welcome; I greet thee.
Love. Such a name have I had, but another name have I.
King phar. Art thou (od then that helps not until the last season ?
Love. Yea, Ood am I surely; yet another name have I.
King bhar. Methinks as I bearken, thy voice I should wot of.
LLove. called thee, and thou cam'st from thy glory and kingship.
King pbar. I was King Pharamond, and love overcame me.
Love. pharamond, thou say'st it. I am Love and thy master.
King pbar. Sooth didst thou say when thou call'dst thyself Death.
Love.'Cbough thou digest, yet thy love and thy deeds shall I quicken.
King phar. Be thou God, be thou Death, yet I love thee and dread not.
Love. pharamond, while thou livedst what thing wert thou loving?
King phar. H dream and a lie, and my death, and I love it.
Love. pharamond, do my bidding, as thy wont was aforetime.
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King phar. What wilt thou have of me, for I wend away swiftly ?
Love. Open thine eyes, and behold where thou list t
King har. It is little; the old dream, the old lie is about me.
Love.Ulhy faintest thou, paramond ? is love then unworthy ?
King pharamond. Then bath God made no world now, nor
shall make hreafter.
Love. Wouldst thou live if thou mightet in this fair world,
0 pharamond?
King phar. Yea,if she & truth were; nay, if she & truth were not.
Love. 0 long shalt thou live: thou art here in the body,
ahere nought but thy spirit I brought in days bygone.
Hb, thou hearkenest and where then of old hast thou heard it ?
Music outside, far off.
King phar. 0 mock me not, Death; or,Life, hold me no longer
for that sweet strain I hear that I heard once a/dreaming:
Is it death coming nigher,or life come back that brings it ?
Or rather my dream come again as aforetime?
Love. Look up, O pharamond! canst thou see aught about thee?
King phar. Yea, surely: all things as aforetime I saw them:
The mist fading out with the first of the sunlight,
Hnd the mountains a/changing as oft in my dreaming,
Hnd the thombrake anigh blossomed thick with the Mayitide.
JMusic again.
O my beartl I am hearkening thee whereso thou wanderest
Lovc. put forth thine band, feet the dew on the daisies I
King phar. So their freshness I felt in the days ere hope perished.
0 ememe,my darlingf bow fair the world growetb h
ib, sbatt I not find thee,if death yet should singer,
l6se why grow I so glad now when life seems departing ?
hat pleasure thus piercth my heart unto fainting ?
0 me,ito words now thy melody paoeeth.






Q MOSIC with einging, from without.
HMNJ talks today
Over dewtgleaming flowers,
Night flike away
ITii the resting of hours:
fresh are thy feet
n nd with dreams thine eyes glistening,
thy stilt lips are sweet
TChough the world is a4histening.
O Love, set a word in my mouth for our meeting,
Cast thine arms round about me to stay my heart's beating!
O fresh day, O fair day, O long day made ours f
Love. WThat wilt thou say now of the gifts Love hath given?
King pharamond. Stay thy whispering,O wind of the morning,
obe speaketh.
TCDE MISIC, coming nearer.
r'' ORN satt meet noon
I while the flowerstems yet move,
Y0 Though the wind diet soon
Hnd the clouds fade above.
Loved lips are thine
Hs I tremble and hearken;
1Bright thine eyes shine,
SCough the leaves thy brow darken.
O Love, kiss me into silen ce, est no word avail me,
Stay my head with thy bosom lest breath & life fail me
O sweet day, O rich day, made long for our love
Love. (Ias Love then a liar who fashioned thy dreaming ?
King phar. O fairiblossomed tree, stay thy rustling, I hearken.






T6 Js MUSIC, coming nearer.
--1 ?HTC6 day ball greet eve,
1 nd the full blossoms bake,
Sfor the wind will not leave
hbe tall trees while they wake.
6yes soft with bliss,
Come nigher and nigber
Sweet mouth I kies,
T ell me all thy desire
Let us speak, love, together some words of our story,
That our lips as they part may remember the glory I
0 soft day, 0 calm day, made clear for our sake
,Love. King pharamond. Hnd thou digest, fair daylight, now she
drawetb near mel
TD6 JEVISIC, close outside.
6 obhatl kiss night,
S Ei~ Fnd the leaves stir like rain
' s He the wind steateth light
O'er the grass of the plain.
)>nseen are thine eyes
VIid the dreamy night's sleeping,
Hnd on my mouth there lies
the dear rain of thy weeping.
Rold silence, love, speak not of the sweet day departed,
Cling close to me, love, lest I waken sadthearted I
0 kind day, 0 dear day, short day, come again I
Love. Sleep then, 0 pharamond, till her kiss shall awake thee,
for, lo, here comes the sun o'er the tops of the mountains,
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Rnd she with bis light in her hair comes before him,
Is solemn and fair as the dawn of the Mayrtide
On some isle of mid'ocean when all winds are sleeping.
O worthy is she of this hour that awaits her,
Hnd the death of all doubt, and beginning of gladness
Rer great heart shalt embrace without fear or amazement.
De steeps, yet his heart's beating measures herfootfalls;
Hnd her heart beateth too, as her feet bear her onward:
Breathe gently between them, 0 breeze of the morning
Mind round them unthought of, sweet scent of the blossomsl
Treasure up every minute of this tide of their meeting,
O flower'bedecked 6arthl with such tales of my triumph
Is your life still renewed, and spring comes back for ever
from that forge of all glory that brought forth my blessing.
O welcome, Love's darling Shall this day ever darken,
(Uhose dawn I have dight for thy longing triumphant?
exit Love. 6nter Azalais.
Hzalais. H song in my mouth, then? my heart full of gladness?
My feet firm on the earth,as when youth was beginning?
Hnd the rest of my early days come back to bless me?
Miho bath brought me these gifts in the midst of the May/tide?
(Uhatl three days agone to the city Iwandered,
Hnd watched the ships warped to the Quay of the Merchants;
Hnd wondered why folk should be busy and anxious;
for bitter my heart was, and life seemed awaning,
ilith no story told, with sweet longing turned torment,
Love turned to abasement, and rest gone for ever.
Hnd last night I awoke with a pain piercing through me,
Hnd a cry in my ears, and Death passed on before,
Hs one pointing the way, and I rose up sore trembling,
Hnd by cloud and by night went before the sun's coming,
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Hs one goeth to death,and to here the dawning f
ind a dawning therewith of a dear joy I know not.
I have given back the day the glad greeting it gave me;
Fnd the gladness it gave me, that too would I give
Were hands held out to crave it. fair valley I greet thee,
ind the newwakened voices of all things familiar.
Behold, how the mistibow lies bright on the mountain,
Bidding hope as of old since no prison endureth.
full busy has Fay been these days I bave missed her,
Hnd the milkwort is blooming, & blue falls the speedwell.
Lo, here have been footsteps in the first of the morning,
Since the moon sank all red in the mist now departed.
ibh t what lieth there by the side of the highway ?
Is it death stains the sunlight, or sorrow or sickness?
Going up to pharamond.
Not death, for he sleepeth; but beauty sore blemished
By sorrow and sickness, and for all that the sweeter.
I will wait till be wakens and gaze on his beauty,
Lest I never again in the world should behold him.
Maybe I may bhep him; he is sick and needs tending,
he is poor, and shalt scorn not our simpleness surety.
Whence came he to us/ward, what like has his life been,
hIbo spoke to him last, for what is he longing?
Hi one hearkening a story I wonder what cometh,
ind in what wise my voice to our homestead shall bid him.
O heart, how thou faintest with hope of the gladness
I may have for a little if there he abide.
Soft there shalt thou sleep, love, and sweet shall thy dreams be,
Hnd sweet thy awaking amidst of the wonder
Where thou art, who is nigh thee; and then,when thou seest
Dow the roseboughs hang in o'er the little loft window






ind the blue bowl with rosesis close to thine hand,
Hnd over thy bed is the quilt sewn with lilies,
ind the loft is bung round with the green Soutbland hangings,
Hnd all smeleth sweet as the low door is opened,
ind thou turnest to see me there standing, and holding
Such dainties as may be, thy new hunger to stay;
Cben well may I hope that thou wilt not remember
'Chine old woes for a moment in the freshness and pleasure,
ind that I shall be part of thy rest for a little.
ind then,who shall say, wilt thou tell me thy story,
FHnd what thou hast loved, and for what thou hast striven ?
Chou sbalt see me, and my love and my pity, as thou speakest,
ind it may be thy pity shall mingle with mine.
Hnd meanwhile.... h, tlve, what hope may my heart old ?
for I see that thou lovest, who ne'er hast beheld me.
Hnd how should thy love change, however the world changeth?
Yet meanwhile, had I dreamed of the bliss of this minute,
IRow might I bave borne to live weary and waiting I
MIoe's mel do I fear thee? else should I not wake thee,
for tending thou needest. If my hand touched thy hand touching him.
I should fear thee the less .0 sweet friend, forgive it,
My hand and my tears, for faintly they touched thee
De trembleth,and waketh not: 0 me, my darling
Iope whispers that thou hear'st me through sleep, & wouldst waken,
But for dread that thou dreamest and I should be gone.
Doth it please thee in dreaming that I tremble and dread thee,
Chat these tears are the tears of one praying vainly,
IWho shall pray with no word when thou hast awakened?
Yet how ball I deal with my life if he love not,
Hes ow should he love me, a stranger, unheard of?






O bear witness, thou day that bast brought my love hither
bhou sun that burst out through the mist o'er the mountain,
In that moment mine eyee met the field of bis sorrow;
Bear witness,ye fields that have fed me and clothed me,
Hnd air I have breathed, and earth that hast borne me,
though I find you but obadows, and wrought but for fading,
though all ye and God fail me,my love shall not fall
Yea, even if this love, that seemeth such pleasure
Hs earth is unworthy of, turneth to pain;
If he wake without memory of me and my weeping,
With a name on his lips not mine, that I know not:
If thus my hand leave his hand for the last time,
Hnd no word from his lips be kind for my comfort,
If all speech fail between us,all sight fail me henceforth,
If all hope and God fail me, my love ball not fail.
friend,I may not forbear: we have been here together:
My band on thy hand has been laid, and thou trembledet.
Cbink now if this May sky should darken above us,
Hnd the death of the world in this minute should part us;
Think, my love, of the loss if my lips had not kissed thee,
Hnd forgive me my hunger of no hope begotten I She hisses him.
King pharamond,awaking. WUho art thou? who art thou, that my
dream I might tell thee?
DRow with words full of love obe drew near me, and kissed me.
O thou kiseeet me yet, and thou clingest about met
Bb, kiss me and wake me into death and deliverance
Hzalais, drawingaway from him. Speak no rough word,I pray thee,
for a little, thou toveliest
But forgive me, for the years of my life have been lonely,
Hnd thou art come hither with the eyes of one seeking.
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King phar. Sweet dream of old days, and her very lips speaking
Cbe words of my lips and the night season's longing.
Dow might I have lived had I known what I longed for
Hzalais. I knew thou wouldst love,I knew all thy desire:
Fm I she whom thou seekest? may I draw nigh again?
King phar. Hb, lengthen no more the years of my seeking,
for thou knowest my love as thy love lies before me -
Hzalais, coming near to him again.0 Love, there was fear in thine eyes
as thou wakenedst;
Thy first words were of dreaming and death, but we die not.
King phar. In thine eyes was a terror as thy lips' touches faded,
Sore trembled thine arms as they fell away from me;
Hnd thy voice was grown piteous with words of beseeching,
So that still for a little my search seemed unended.
Jh, unending, unchanging desire fulfils met
I cry out for thy comfort as thou clingest about me.
0 joy hard to bear, but for memory of sorrow,
But for pity of past days whose bitter is sweet now
Let us speak, love, together some word of our story,
That our lips as they part may remember the glory.
Hzalais. 0 Love, hiss me into silence lest no word avail me;
Stay my head with thy bosom lest breath and life fail me.







OV6 IS 6NOI5OT : while ye deemed him
asetleeping,
here were signs of bis coming and sounds of
bis feet;
Dis touch it was that would bring you to
weeping,
MIben the summer was deepest and music most sweet:
In his footsteps ye followed the day to its dying,
Ye went forth b b bis gownshkirts the morning to meet:
In his place on the beaten/down orcbard.grass lying,
Of the sweet ways ye pondered yet left for life's trying.
D, what was all dreaming of pleasure near you,
Co the time when bis eyes on your wistful eyes turned,
FHnd ye saw bis lips move, & bis bead bend to bear you,
Hs newborn and glad to bis kindness ye yearned?
Hb, what was all dreaming of anguish and sorrow,
to the time when the world in bis torment was burned,
Hnd no god your heart from its prison might borrow,
ind no rest was left, no today, no tomorrow ?
LL wonder of pleasure, all doubt of desire,
H llblindness, are ended, and no more ye feel
If your feet tread his flowers or the flames of his fire,
If your breast meet bis balms or the edge of bis steel.
Change is come, and past over, no more strife, no more
learning:
Now your lips and your forehead are sealed with bis seal,
Look backward and smile at the thorns and the burning.
Sweet rest, 0 my soul,and no fear of returning






p 6nter before the curtain Love, clad still as a pilgrimjLove speaks.
OM is it with the fosterer then,when be
Comes back again that rest and peace to see,
R nd God hie latest prayer has granted now?
.hby, as the winds whereso they list shall blow,
So drifts the thought of man, and who ball say
tComorrow hall my thought be as today ?
)My fosterling is happy, and I too;
Yet did we leave behind things good to do,
Deeds good to tell about when we are dead.
nereis no pain, but rest, and easy bread;
Yet therewith something hard to understand
Dutll the crowned work to which I set my hand.
Jh, patience yet bis longing is well won,
Hnd I shalt die at last and all be done.
Such words unspoken the best man on earth
Still bears about betwixt the lover's mirth;
Hnd now he hath what he went forth to find,
TIhis pharamond is neither dull nor blind,
Hnd looking upon Oliver, he saith:
My friend recked nothing of bis life or death,
Knew not my anguibh then,nor now my pleasure,
Hnd by my crowned joy sets his lessened treasure.
Is risk of twenty days of wind and sea,
Of newborn feeble headless enmity,
I bsould have scorned once, too great gift to give
To this most faithful man that be may live?
Yea, was that all? my faithful, you and I,
Still craving, scorn the world too utterly,
The world we want not; yet, our one desire






fulfilled at last, what next shall feed the fire?
I say not this to make my altar cold;
Rather that ye, my happy ones, sboutd hold
enough of memory and enough of fear
Within your hearts to keep its flame full clear;
Rather that ye, still dearer to my heart,
Whom words call hapless, yet should praise your part,
hberein the morning and the evening sun
Hre bright about a story never done;
That those for chastening, these for joy should cling
Hbout the marvels that my minstrels sing.
WCell, pharamond fulfilled of love must turn
Unto the folk that still he deemed would yearn
Co see his face, and hear his voice once more;
Hnd he was mindful of the days passed o'er,
Hnd fain had linked them to these days of love;
Hnd be perchance was fain the world to move
gWbhile Love looked on; and be perchance was fain
Some pleasure of the strife of old to gain.
1asy withal it seemed to him to land,
Hnd by bis empty throne awhile to stand
Hmid the wonder, and then sit him down
Mile folk went forth to seek the hidden crown.
Or else his name upon the same wind borne
Hs smote the world with winding of his born,
Die hood pulled back,bis banner flung abroad,
H gleam of sunshine on his haltfdrawn sword.
eltt, he and you and I have little skill
To know the secret of fate's worldly will;
Yet can I guess, and you belike may guess,
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Yea, and e'en be mid all bis lordliness,
Cbat much may be forgot in three years' space
Outside my kingdom. Cone bis godlike face,
ris calm voice, and bis kindness, balf akin
Hmid a blind folk to rebuke of sin,
Men 'gin to think that he was great and good,
But hindered them from doing as they would,
Hnd ere they have much time to think on it
Between their teeth another has the bit,
ind forth they run with force and fate behind.
Indeed his sword might somewhat heal the blind,
UWere I not, and the softness I bave given;
With me for him have hope and glory striven
In other days when my tale was beginning;
But sweet life lay beyond then for the winning,
Hnd now what sweetness? blood of men to spill
To break the gate and storm down the street
Ulhere once his coming flowertcrowned girls did greet:
Co deem the cry come from amidst his folk
(Ehen his own country tongue should curse his stroke.
Nay, be shall leave to better men or worse
ris people's conquered homage and their curse.
So forth they go, his Oliver and he,
One thing at least to learn across the sea,
Chat whatso needless shadows life may borrow
Love is enough amidst of joy or sorrow.
Love is enough. My faithful, in your eyes
Ssee the thought, Our Lord is overwise






Some minutes past in what concerns him not,
Hnd us no more: is all his tale forgot?
Hb, UellRbeloved,I fell asleep e'en now,
Hnd in my steep some enemy did show
Sad ghosts of bitter things,and names unknown
for things I know,a maze with same bestrown
Hnd ruin and death; till e'en myself did seem
H wandering curse amidst a hopeless dream.
Yet seef I live,no older than of old,
%What tales soe'er of changing Time has told.
Hnd ye who cling to all my hand hall give,
Sorrow orjoy,no less than I shall live.






Before King pharamond's palacefKing pharamond speaks.
LOJNT time it seems since this morn when
I met them,
Cbe men of my household and the great
man they honour:
Better counsel in king/choosing might
I have given
rfad ye bided my coming back hither, my
People:
Hnd yet who shall say or foretell what fate meaneth?
for that man there, the stranger, ronorius men called him,
I account him the soul to King bheobald's body,
Hnd the twain are one king; and a goodly king may be
for this people, who grasping at peace and good days,
Careth little who giveth them that which they long for.
Yet what gifts have I given them; I who this even
Turn away with grim face from the fight that bsould try me?
It is just then,I have lost: lie down,thou supplanter,
In thy tomb in the minster when thy life is well over,
Hnd the welltcarven image of flatten laid o'er thee
Shall live on as thou livedst, and be worthy the praising
Ibereby folk shatl remember the days of thy plenty,
praising Theobald the Good and the peace that he brought them.
But I, 1 ball live too, though no graven image
On the grass of the hilitside ball brave the storms' beating;
Cbough through days of thy plenty the people remember
H a dim time of war the past days of King pharamond;
Yet belike as time weareth, and folk turn back a little
to the darkness where dreams lie and live on for ever,
6ven there ball be pharamond who failed not in battle,
But feared to overcome his folk who forgot him,
Hnd turned back and left them a tale for the telling,
i song for the singing, that yet in some battle






May grow to remembrance and rend through the ruin
Hs my sword rent it through in the days gone for ever.
So, like 6noch of old,I was not, for G3od took me.
But to, here is Oliver, all draws to an ending. enter Oliver.
Uelt met,my Oliver the clocks strike the due minute.
lWhat news bast thou got? thou art moody of visage.
Oliver. In one word,'tis battle; the days we begun with
Must begin once again with the world waxen baser.
King phar. hb t battle it may be: but surely no river
Runneth back to its springing: so the world bas grown wiser
Hnd tbheobald the Constable is king in our stead,
Rnd contenteth the folk who cried, Save us, King pharamond I
Oliver. 1iast thou beard of his councillor men call fonorius?
folk hold him in fear, and in love the tale hath it.
Kingphar. Much of him have I heard: nay, more, I have seen him
WIith the men of my household, and the great man they honour.
bhey were faring afield to some hunt or disporting,
few faces were missing,and many I saw there
I was fain of in days past at fray or at feasting;
My heart yearned towards them; but what, days have changed them,
They must wend as they must down the way they are driven.
Oliver. Yet e'en in these days there remaineth a remnant
Chat is faithful and fears not the flap of thy banner.
King phar. ind a fair crown is faith, as thou knowest,my father;
fails the world, yet that faileth not; love hath begot it,
Sweet life and contentment at last springeth from it;
)o helping these need whose hearts still are with me,
Nay, rather they handle the gold rod of my kingdom.
Oliver. et if thou leadest forth once more as aforetime
In faith of great deeds will I follow thee, pharamond,
Hnd thy latter end yet shall be counted more glorious
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Chan thy glorious beginning; and great ball my gain be
If e'en I must die ere the day of thy triumph.
King phar. Dear is thy heart mid the best and the brightest,
Yet not against these my famed blade will I bare.
Oliver. Tay, what bast thou beard of their babble and baseness?
King phar. full enough, friend; content thee,my tips shall not speak it,
bhe same hour wherein they have said that I love thee.
Suffice it, folk need me no more: the deliverance,
Dear bought in the days past, their hearts have forgotten,
But faintly their dim eyes a feared face remember,
bheir dull ears remember a stern voice they bated.
bhat then, shall I waken their fear and their hatred,
ind then wait till fresh terror their memory awaketh,
With the semblance of love that they have not to give me?
Nay,nay, they are safe from my help and my justice,
Hnd I,1 am freed, and fresh waxeth my manhood.
Oliver. It may not be otherwise since thou wilt have it,
Vet I say it again, if thou shake out thy banner,
ome brave men witt be borne unto earth peradventure,
Many dastards go trembling to meet their due doom,
ind then shall come fair days and glory upon me
ind on all men on earth for thy fame, O King pharamond.
King phar. Yea,I was king once; the songs sung o'er my cradle
Were ballads of battle and deeds of my fathers:
Yea,I was King pharamond; in no carpeted courtroom
Bore they the corpse of my father before me;
But on grass trodden grey by the boofs of the war/steeds
Did I kneel to his white lips and swordicloven bosom,
He from clutch of dead fingers his notched sword I caught;
for a furlong before us the speartwood was glistening.
I was king of this city when here where we stand now
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Midst a grim silence I mustered all menfolk
hIbo might yet bear a weapon; and no brawl of kings was it
Chat brought war on the city,and silenced the markets
Hnd cumbered the haven with crowd of masts sailless,
But great countries arisen for our ruin and downfall
I was king of the land, when on all roads were riding
The legates of proud princes to pray help and give service;
Yea,I was a great king at last as I sat there,
peace spread far about me, and the love of all people
to my palace gates wafted by each wind of the heavens.
Hnd where sought all this ? with what price did I buy it?
Say, for thou knowest that this fair fame and fortune
Came stealing soft-footed to give their gifts to me:
ind shall I,who was king once, grow griping and weary
In unclosing the clenched fists of niggards who hold them,
Cheese gifts that I had once, and, having, scarce needed?
ay, one thing I have sought, I bave sougt and have found it,
Hnd thou, friend, hast helped me and seestme made happy.
Oliver. farewell then the last time, 0 landof my fathers
farewell, feeble hopes that I once held so mighty.
Yet no more have I need of but this word that thou sayest,
Hnd nought have I to do but to serve thee, my master.
In what land of the world shall we dwell now benceforward?
King phar. In the land where my love our returning abideth,
The poor land and kingless of the shepherding people,
here is peace there, and all things this land are unlike to.
Oliver. Before the light waneth will I seek for a passage,
Since for thee and for me the land growth perilous:
Yea, o'er'sweet smell the flowers, too familiar the folk seem,
fain I grow of the salt seas, since all tings are over here.
King phar. I am fain of one hour's farewell in the twilight,
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To the times I lament not: times worker than these times,
To the times that I blame not, that brought on times better.
Let us meet in our hostel; be brave mid thy kindness,
Let thy heart say, as mine saith, that fair life awaits us.
Oliver. Yea,no look in thy face is of ruin,O my master;
Thou art king yet, unchanged yet, nor is my heart changing;
bhe world bath no chances to conquer thy glory. exit Oiver.
Kingphar. full fair were the world if such faith were remembered,
If such love as thy love had its due, 0 my fosterer.
forgive me that giftless from me thou departest,
With thy gifts in my hands left. I might not but take them;
Thou wilt not begrudge me, I will not forget thee.
Long fall the shadows and night draws on apace now,
Day sighs as sbe sinketh back on to her pillow,
Hnd her last waking breath is full sweet with the rose.
In such wise depart thou, 0 daylight of life,
Loved once for the shadows that told of the dreamtide;
Loved still for the longing whereby I remember
That I was lone once in the world of thy making;
Lone wandering about on thy blind way's confusion,
The maze of thy paths that yet led me to love.
Hll is passed now, and passionless, faint are ye waxen,
Ye hours of blind seeking full of pain clean forgotten,
If it were not that e'en now her eyes I behold not,
That the way lieth long to her feet that would find me,
That the green seas delay yet her fair arms enfolding,
That the long leagues of air will not bear the cry hither
Wherewith sbe is crying, Come, love, for I love thee. H trumpet sounds.
f)arkf 0 days grown a dream of the dream ye have won me,
Do ye draw forth the ghosts of old deeds that were nothing,
That the sound of my trumpet floats down on the even ?
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lWhat bhows will ye give me to grace my departure?
Dark the beat of the horseihoofs, the murmur of menfolk l
Hm I riding from battle amidst of my faithful,
W ild hopes in my heart of the days that are coming;
Wild longing unsatisfied clinging about me;
full of faith that the summer sun elsewhere is ripening
Tbe fruit grown a pain for my parched lips to think of?
Come back, thou poor pharamondf come back for my pity I
far afield must thou fare before the rest cometh;
In far lands are they raising the walls of thy prison,
forging wiles for waylaying, and fair lies for lulling,
TChe faith and the fire of the heart the world hateth.
In thy way wax streams fordless, and choked passes pathless,
fever lurks in the valley, and plague passeth over
The sand of the plain,and with venom and fury
fulfilled are the woods that thou needs must wend through:
In the hollow of the mountains the wind is aistoring
Tilt the keel that shall carry thee boisteth her sail;
%War is crouching unseen round the lands thou shalt come to,
Yea, and e'en the great lord, the great Love of thy fealty,
fe who goadeth thee on,weaveth nets to cast o'er thee.
Hnd thou knowest it all, as thou ridest there lonely,
With the tangles and toils of tomorrow's uprising
Making ready meanwhile for more days of thy kingship.
faithful heart hadst thou, pharamond, to hold fast thy treasure
I am fain of thee: surely no shame hath detained thee;
Come hither, for thy face all un kissed would I look on I
Stand we close,for here comet Kingbheobald from the hunting.


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6nter King Theobatd, Ronorius, and the peoplePKing Theobald speaks.
flfHIR day, my folk, have I had in your fellowebip,
i nd as fair a day comet tomorrow to greet us,
-. When the lord of the Golden Land bringeth us tribute:
g Grace the gifts of my good/hap with your presence,
I pray you.
She people. 6od save bheobald the Good, the king of
bis people
Donorius, aside.yea, save himi and send the Gold lords away satisfied,
,Tbat the old sword of pbaramond, tying aseeep there
In the new golden scabbard, will yet bite as aforetimef
they pass away into the palace court.
King phar. Troop past in the twitight,O pageant that served me,
pour through the dark archway to the light that awaits you
In the chamber of dais where I once sat among you I
-Like tbhe sadows ye are to the shadowless glory
Of the banquetihall blazing with gold and light go ye:
here blink for a little at your king in his bravery,
then bear forth your faith to the blackness of nightitide,
Hnd fall asleep fearless of memories of pharamond,
Hnd in dim dreams dream haply that ye too are kings,
for your dull morrow comet that is as today is.
pase on in contentment,O King,I discerned not
Through the cloak of your blindness that saw nought beside thee,
hbat feared for no pain and craved for no pleasure I
Pass on, deadative, to thy place thou art worthy:
for sbatt thou grow wearier than well'worshipped idot
'Cbat the incense winds round in the land of the heathen,
MUhite the early and latter rains fall as God tisteth,
Hnd on earth thatOod loveth the sun riseth daily.
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Well art thou: for wert thou the crown of all rulers,
No field shouldet thou ripen, free no frostbounden river,
Loose no heart from its love, turn no soul to salvation,
hbrust no tempest aside, stay no plague in mid ocean,
Vet grow unto thinking that thou wert God's brother,
Cill loveless death gripped thee unloved, unlamented.
pass forth,weary King, bear thy crown high tonight!
Then fall asleep, fearing no cry from times bygone,
But in dim dreams dream haply that thou art desired,
for thy dull morrow comet, and is as today is.
Hh, boldf now there flashes a link in the archway,
Hnd its light falleth full on thy face, 0 Fonorius,
lnd I know thee the land's lord, and far away fadeth
My old life of a king at the eight, 0 thou stranger I
for I know thee full surely the foe the heart hateth
for that barren fulfilment of all that it lacketh.
I may turn away praising that those days longdeparted
Departed without thee: how long had I piped then
Or e'er thou hadst danced, how long were my weeping
6re thou hadst lamented I What dear thing desired
Would thy heart e'er have come to know why I craved forI
To what crime I could think of couldst thou be consenting?
Yet thou, well I know thee most meet for a ruler:
thou lovest not mercy, yet sbalt thou be merciful;
Chou joy'st not in justice, yet just shall thy dooms be;
No deep bell thou dreadest, nor dream'st of high heaven;
No gleam of love leads thee; no gift men may give thee;
or no kiss, for no comfort the lone way thou weareet,
/I blind will without life, lest thou faint ere the end come.
Yea, folly it was when I called thee my foreman;
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from thee may I turn now with sword in the scabbard
aRithout shame or misgiving, because 6od bath made thee
H ruler for manfolk: pass on then unpitiedl
Cbere is darkness between us tilt the measure's fulfilment.
Midst singing thou bear'st not, fair sights that thou seest not,
think this eve on the deeds thou shatt set in men's hands
To bring fair days about for which thou bast no blessing.
Chen fall asleep fearless of dead days that return not;
Yet dream if thou may'st that thou yet hast a hope I
for tby dull morrow comet and is as today is.
0 sweet wind of the night, wberewith now arisetb
the red moon through the garden boughs frail, overladen,
O faint murmuring tongue of the dreamntide triumphant,
Chat wouldst tell me sad tales in the times long passed over,
If somewhat I sicken and turn to your freshness,
from no shame it is of earth's tangle and trouble,
Hnd deeds done for nought, and change that forgetteth;
But for hope of the tips that I kissed on the seaistrand,
But for hope of the hands that clung trembling about me,
Hnd the breast that was heaving with words driven backward,
By longing I longed for, by pain of departing,
By my eyes that knew her pain,my pain that might speak not;
Yea, for hope of the morn when the sea is passed over,
Hnd for hope of the next moon the elmtboughs shall tangle;
Hnd fresh dawn, and fresh noon,and fresh night of desire
Still following and changing, wit nothing forgotten;
for hope of new wonder each morn, when I, waking
Behold her awaking eyes turning to seek me;
for hope of fresh marvels each time the world changing
Shall show her feet moving in noontide to meet me;






for hope of fresh bliss, past all words, half forgotten,
When her voice bhatl break through the hushed blackness of night.
0 sweet wind of the summer/tide, broad moon a/wbitening,
Bear me witness to Love, and the world he has fashioned
It shall change, we shall change, as through rain and through
sunshine
The green rod of the rose/bough to blossoming changeth:
Still lieth in wait with his sweet tale untold of
6ach long year of Love,and the first scarce beginneth,
;Wherein I have hearkened to the word God hath whispered,
Mlhy the fair world was fashioned mid wonders uncounted.
Breathe soft, 0 sweet wind, for surely she speaketh:
WC.eary I wax, and my life is atwaning;
Life lapseth fast, and I faint for thee, pharamond,
What art thou lacking if Love no more sufficeth?
Weary not, sweet, as I weary to meet thee;
Look not on the long way but my eyes that were weeping;
faint not in love as thy pharamond faintetbh
Yea, Love were enough if thy lips were not lacking.


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TI6 MUSIC.
OVG6 IS 6NO(U0: bo ye who seek saving,
Oo no further; come hither; there have
Seen who bave found it,
Hnd these know the Mouse of fulfilment
of Craving;
SblThese know the Cup with the roses around it;
SChese know the Ulorld's .Wound and the balm that
bath bound it:
Cry out, the Icorld beedeth not, Love, lead us home
7 6 eadeth, Ie hearkeneth, De comet to you/ward;
Set your faces as etee to the fears that assemble
c Round his goad for the faint,& his scourge for the froward:
Lo his lips, bow with tales of last kisses they tremble
SLo his eyes of all sorrow that may not dissemble
i, Cry out, for he heedeth,O Love, lead us bomel
S26H R iRK6N the words of his voice of compassion:
Come cling round about me,ye faithful who sicken
t- S^ Of the weary unrest and the world's passing fashion I
He the rain in midmorning your troubles shall thicken,
But surely within you some 6odhead doth quicken,
He ye cry to me heeding, and leading you home.
OM6; pain ye shall have, and be blind to the ending!
Come; fear ye shalt have, mid the sky's overcastingf
Come; change ye shall have, for far are ye wendingf
Come; no crown ye shall have for your thirst and your fasting,
But the hissed lips of Love and fair life everlasting
Cry out, for one heedeth, who leadeth you homer


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S be gone? was he with us? bo ye who seek saving,
Oo no further; come hither; for have we not found it?
Dere is the Iouse of fulfilment of Craving;
Dere is the Cup with the roses around it;
The (World's Mound well healed, and the balm that bath
bound it:
Cry outl for he heedeth, fair Love that led home.
Gnter before the curtain Love, holding a crown and palm/branch
Love speak.
f love be real, if I whom ye behold
Be aught but glittering wings and gown
of gold,
Be aught but singing of an ancient song
SMade sweet by record of dead stingless wrong,
ih Dow shall we part at that sad garden's end
through which the ghosts of mighty lovers wend?
tow ball ye faint and fade with giftless hands
'Iho once held fast the life of all the lands?
Beloved, if so much as this I say,
I know full well ye need it not today,
ls with full hearts and glorious hope ablaze
through the thick veil of what shall be ye gaze,
Hnd lacking words to name the things ye see
Turn back with yearning speechless mouths to me.
Hb, not today; and yetthe time has been
[When by the bed my wings have waved unseen
Wherein my servant lay who deemed me dead;
VIy tears have dropped anigh the hapless head
Deep buried in the grass and crying out
for heaven to fall, and end despair or doubt:
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Lo,for such days I speak and say, believe
that from these hands reward ye shall receive.
Reward of what? Life springing fresh again.
Life of delight ? I say it not. Of pain ?
It may be. pain eternal? (bho may tell?
Yet pain of Reaven, beloved, and not of Rell.
WUhat sign, what sign, ye cry, that so it is ?
Che sign of 6arth, its sorrow and its bliss,
Uaxing and waning, steadfastness and change;
Coo full of life that I should think it strange
Though death hang over it; too sure to die
But I must deem its resurrection nigh.
In what wise, ah, in what wise sbatl it be?
5ow shall the bark that girds the winter tree
Babble about the sap that sleeps beneath,
Hnd tell the fashion of its life and death ?
Row shall my tongue in speech man's longing wrought
Tell of the things whereof he knoweth nought?
Should I essay it might ye understand
TRow those I love shall share my promised land
Then must I speak of little things as great,
Chen must I tell of love and call it hate,
bhen must I bid you seek what all men shun,
Reward defeat, praise deeds that were not done.
JRave faith, and crave and suffer, and all ye
The many mansions of my house shall see
In all content: cast shame and pride away,
Let bonour gild the world's eventless day,
Shrink not from change, and sbudder not at crime,
Leave lies to rattle in the sieve of CimeI
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Tben,whatsoe'er your workday gear sball stain,
Of me a weddingigarment shall ye gain
JNo God shall dare cry out at, when at last
Your time of ignorance is overpast;
H wedding garment, and a glorious seat
withinn my household, e'en as yet be meet.
fear not, I say again; believe it true
that not as men mete shall I measure you:
bhis calm strong soul, whose hidden tale found out
DIas grown a spell to conquer fear and doubt,
Is he not mine ? yea, surely; mine no less
This well mocked clamourer out of bitterness:
The strong one's strength, from me he had it not;
Let the world keep it that his love forgot;
The weak one's weakness was enough to save,
Let the world hide it in his honour's gravel
or whatso folly is, or wisdom was,
cross my threshold naked all must pass.
fear not; no vessel to disbonour born
Is in my house; there all shall well adorn
The walls whose stones the lapse of Time has laid.
Behold again; this life great stories made;
Htl cast aside for love, and then and then
Love filched away; the world an adderiden,
ind all folk foes; and one, the one desire,
Row shall we name it? grown a poisoned fire,
God once, Ood still; but God of wrong and shame
H lying God, a curse without a name.
So turneth love to bate, the wise world saith.
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fotty: I say 'twixt love and hate lies death,
hbey shall not mingle: neither died this love,
But through a dreadful world all changed must move
WIith earthly death and wrong, and earthly woe
bhe only deeds its hand might find to do.
Surety ye deem that this one shall abide
Within the murmuring palace of my pride.
But to another, how shall be have praise?
Cbrough flame and thorns I led him many days
Hnd nought he sbrank, but smiled and followed close,
;itt in his path the shade of hate arose
'Twixt him and his desire: with heart that burned
for very love back through the thorns he turned,
ies wounds, his tears, his prayers without avail
forgotten now, nor e'en for him a tale;
Because for love's sake love he cast aside.
Lo, saith the WUorld, a heart well satisfied
Wlith what I give, a barren love forgot:
Draw near me, 0 my child, and heed them notl
The world thou lovest, e'en my world it is,
Chy faithful hands yet reach out for my bliss,
Thou seest me in the night and in the day
Thou canst not deem that I can go astray.

No further, saith the world, twixtt I)eaven and 5etl
Than twixtt these twain. JVIy faithful, heed it well
for on the great day when the boasts are met
On Hrmageddon's plain by spears beset,
Chis is my banner with my sign thereon,
That is my sword wherewith my deeds are done.
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But bow ball tongue of man tell all the tale
Of faithful hearts who overcome or fail,
But at the last fail nowise to be mine.
In diverse ways they drink the fateful wine
Those twain drank mid the lulling of the storm
Upon the Irish Sea,when love grown warm
Kindled and blazed, and lit the days to come,
The hope and joy and death that led them home.
In diverse ways; yet having drunk, be sure
The flame thus lighted ever ball endure,
So my feet trod the grapes whereby it glowed.
Lo, faithful, to, the door of my abode
Miide open now, and many pressing in
hbat they the lordship of the Dark to the murmuring round my bannered car,
Hnd gird your weapons to you for the war
for who sball say bow soon the day sball be
Of that last fight that swattoweth up the sea?
fear not, be ready I forth the banners go,
nd will not turn again tillt every foe
Is overcome as though they had not been.
Then, with your memories ever fresh and green,
Come back within the Douse of Love to dwell;
for ye, the sorrow that no words might tell,
Your tears unheeded, and your prayers made nought
Thus and no otherwise through all have wrought,
That if, the while ye toiled and sorrowed most
The sound of your lamenting seemed all lost,
Hnd from my land no answer came again,
It was because of that your care and pain
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R bouse was building, and your bitter sighs
Came hither as toibbelping melodies,
Hnd in the mortar of our gemrbuilt wall
Your tears were mingled mid the rise and fall
Of golden trowees tingling in the bands
Of builders gathered wide from all the lands.
Is the house finished? Nay, come help to build
MUalle that the sun of sorrow once did gild
Through many a bitter morn and hopeless eve,
That so at last in bliss ye may believe;
Then rest with me, and turn no more to tears,
for then no more by days and months and years,
By hours of pain come back, and joy passed o'er
(Ee measure time that was, and is no more.








B6 afternoon is waxen grey
Now these fair ebapee have passed away;
Hnd I, who should be merry now
Jl thinking of the glorious show,
feel somewhat sad, and wish it were
Tomorrow's mid/morn fresh and fair
;i Hbout the babble of our stead.
Siles. Content thee, sweet, for nowise dead
Within our hearts the story is;
It shall come back to better bliss
On many an eve of happy spring,
Or midst of summer's flourishing.
Or think, ome noon of autumntide
Chou wandering on the turf beside
Che chestnutwood may'st find thy song
fade out, as slow thou goest along,
Until at last thy feet stay there
Hs though thou bidedst something fair,
Hnd hearkenedst for a coming foot;
While down the bole unto the root
bhe long leaves flutter, loud to thee
The fall of spiky nuts ball be,
Hnd creeping woodrwale's noise above;
for thou wouldst see the wings of Love.
Toan. Or some November eve belike
Thou wandering back with bow and tyke
from wolfichase on the wind-ewept bill
Shalt find that narrow vale and still,
Hnd pharamond and Hzalais
Hmidmost of that grassy place






lWhere we twain met last year, whereby
Redeshafted pineitrunks rise on high,
Hnd changeless now from year to year,
lWhat change soever brought them there,
Oreat rocks are scattered all around:
Ulouldet thou be frightened at the sound
Of their soft speech? So long ago
It was since first their love did grow.
Oilers. Maybe: for e'en now when he turned,
D)is heart's scorn and his hate outburned,
Hnd love the more for that ablaze,
I shuddered, e'en as in the place
fDigh up the mountains, where men say
Gods dwelt in time long worn away.
^oan. Ht Love's voice did I tremble too,
Hnd his bright wings, for all I knew
Re was a comely minstrel/lad,
In dainty golden raiment clad.
Giles. Yea, yea; for though today be spake
Mlords measured for our pleasure's sake,
from welltaught mouth not overwise,
Yet did that fount of speech arise
In days that ancient folk called old.
O long ago the tale was told
To mighty men of thought and deed,
lWho kindled hearkening their own need,
Set forth by longforgotten men,
6'en as we kindle: praise we then
Cables of old time, whereby alone
Che fairness of the world is shown.
7oan. H longing yet about me clings,
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He I bad hearkened half/told things;
Hnd better than the words make plain
I seem to know these lovers twain.
Let us go hence, lest there should fall
Something that yet should mar it all.
Oilers. Diest Master Mayor is drawn anigh;
The impress speaketh presently.
The Mayor. May it please you,your Oraces, that I be forgiven,
Overbold, overeager to bear forth my speech,
In which yet there speaketh the Good Town, beseeching
That ye tell us of your kindness if ye be contented
With this breath of old tales, and shadowy seeming
Of old times departed. Overwise for our pleasure
May the rhyme be perchance; but rightly we knew not
Dow to change it and fashion it fresh into fairness.
Hnd once more, your Oraces, we pray your forgiveness
for the boldness Love gave us to set forth this story;
Hnd again, that I say, all that pharamond sought for,
Through sick dreams and weariness, now have ye found,
Mid health and in wealth,and in might to uphold us;
Midst our love who shall deem you our hope and our treasure.
Iell all is done now; so forget ye King pharamond,
Hnd iHzalais his love,if we set it forth foully,
That fairly set forth were a sweet thing to think of
In the season of summer betwixt labour and sleeping.
The emperor. fair Master Mayor, and City well beloved,
Think of us twain as folk no little moved
By this your kindness; and believe it not
That pharamond the freed shall be forgot,
By us at least: yea,more than ye may think,
This summer dream into our hearts shall sink.
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