Dreams and Images: An Anthology of Catholic Poets, edited by Joyce Kilmer

For advice and assistance in collecting and arranging these poems, I am grateful to many friends, especially to Mr. T. R. Smith, Miss Caroline Giltinan and Mr. John Bunker. The publishers, editors and authors who have kindly consented to let me use copyright material are numerous and I assure them of my deep sense of obligation. In particular I desire to thank the following publishers for their generous permission to use all that I required from their lists: Charles Scribner’s Sons, John Lane Company, Small, Maynard & Company, P. J. Kennedy Sons, Frederick A. Stokes Company, The Catholic World, Houghton Mifflin Company, The Encyclopaedia Press, Henry Holt & Company, The Devin-Adair Company, Little, Brown & Company, The Macmillan Company, Elkin Mathews, The Ave Maria, Laurence Gomme, and Wilfrid Meynell.

This is not a collection of devotional poems. It is not an attempt to rival Orby Shipley’s admirable “Carmina Mariana” or any other similar anthology. What I have tried to do is to bring together the poems in English that I like best that were written by Catholics since the middle of the Nineteenth Century. There are in this book poems religious in theme; there are also love-songs and war songs. But I think that it may be called a book of Catholic poems. For a Catholic is not a Catholic only when he prays; he is a Catholic in all the thoughts and actions of his life. And when a Catholic attempts to reflect in words some of the Beauty of which as a poet he is conscious, he cannot be far from prayer and adoration.

The Church has never been without her great poets. And in the Nineteenth Century there was a splendid renascence of Catholic poetry written in English. It had already begun when Francis Thompson wrote his Essay on Shelley, in which he longed for the by-gone days when poetry was “the lesser sister and helpmate of the Church; the minister to the mind, as the Church to the soul.” The members of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood were not Catholics, but their movement was related to the renascence of Catholic poetry—it was an attempt to restore to art and letters some[Pg viii] of the glory of the days before what is called the Reformation. Coventry Patmore carried the theories of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood to their logical conclusion, as Newman did those of the Tractarians. Coventry Patmore became a Catholic, and found in his Faith his inspiration and his theme. And his disciple Francis Thompson, born to the Faith which Patmore reached by way of the divine adventure of conversion, with art even greater than that of his master, made of the language of Protestant England an instrument of Catholic adoration.

A few of the poets represented in this book were not yet Catholics when they wrote the poems I have quoted. But I do not think that anyone will find fault with me for including Newman and Hawker among the Catholic poets. I am very sorry that the limitations of space have made me exclude many poems dear to me, many poems that are part of the world’s literary heritage. There should be many Catholic anthologies.

The poet sees things hidden from other men, but he sees them only in dreams. A poet is (by the very origin of the word) a maker, but a maker of images, not a creator of life. This is a book of reflections of the Beauty which mortal eyes can see only in reflection, a book of dreams of that Truth which one day we shall waking understand. A book of images it is, too, containing representations carved by those who worked by the aid of memory, the strange memory of men living in Faith.

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Belloc, Hilaire
Our Lord and Lady	1
To the Balliol Men Still in Africa	2
The South Country	3
The Early Morning	6
The Prophet Lost in the Hills at Evening	6
The Birds	7
Courtesy	8
Noel	9
Benson, Robert Hugh
After a Retreat	10
The Teresian Contemplation	11
Blunt, Wilfred Scawen
How Shall I Build	12
Song	13
The Desolate City	13
Brayton, Teresa
A Christmas Song	16
Campbell, Nancy
Like One I Know	18
Carbery, Ethna
Mea Culpa	19
In Tir-na’n-Og	20
Carroll, P. J.
Lady Day in Ireland	22
St. Patrick’s Treasure	23
Casey, D. A.
The Spouse of Christ	24[Pg x]
Colum, Padraic
Christ the Comrade	25
An Old Woman of the Roads	25
Conway, Katherine Eleanor
The Heaviest Cross of All	26
Saturninus	28
Cox, Eleanor Rogers
Dreaming of Cities Dead	29
Death of Cuchulain	30
Gods and Heroes of the Gael	32
At Benediction	34
Custance, Olive
Primrose Hill	34
Twilight	35
Daly, Thomas A.
To a Thrush	36
To a Plain Sweetheart	40
To a Robin	40
The Poet	41
October	42
De Vere, Aubrey
Sorrow	43
Human Life	44
Cardinal Manning	45
Song	45
Dollard, James B.
The Sons of Patrick	46
Song of the Little Villages	48
The Soul of Karnaghan Buidhe	49
Donahue, D. J.
The Angelic Chorus	51
Donnelly, Eleanor
Ladye Chapel at Eden Hall	52
Mary Immaculate	52
Downing, Eleanor
The Pilgrim	53
On the Feast of the Assumption	54
Mary	55
[Pg xi]Dowson, Ernest
Extreme Unction	58
Benedictio Domini	58
Carthusians	58
Drane, Augusta T.
Maris Stella	60
Earls, S.J., Michael
An Autumn Rose Tree	62
To a Carmelite Postulant	63
Eden, Helen Parry
A Purpose of Amendment	64
The Confessional	65
An Elegy	66
Sorrow	70
Edmund, C.P., Father
Our Lady’s Death	71
Egan, Maurice Francis
Vigil of the Immaculate Conception	71
The Old Violin	72
Maurice de Guerin	73
He Made Us Free	73
Faber, Father
Grandeur of Mary	75
Right Must Win	77
Fitzpatrick, John
Mater Dolorosa	79
Furlong, Alice
Yuletide	79
Gaffney, O.P., Francis A.
Our Lady of the Rosary	81
Garesché, S.J., Edward F.
At the Leap of the Waters	81
Niagara	83
Giltinan, Caroline
Communion	85[Pg xii]
Griffin, Gerald
The Nightingale	86
Guiney, Louise Imogen
Tryste Noel	86
The Wild Ride	87
Ode for a Master Mariner Ashore	89
In Leinster	91
Hawker, Robert Stephen
Aunt Mary	92
King Arthur’s Wassail	93
Hayes, James M.
Old Nuns	94
The Mother of the Rose	95
Transfiguration	96
Hickey, Emily M.
Beloved, It Is Morn	97
A Sea Story	98
Hopkins, S.J., Gerard
The Starlight Night	99
The Habit of Perfection	100
Spring	101
Iris, Scharmel
The Friar of Genoa	102
Johnson, Lionel
The Dark Angel	103
Te Martyrum Candidatus	105
Christmas and Ireland	106
To My Patrons	108
Our Lady of the Snows	109
Cadgwith	111
A Friend	112
The Statue of King Charles at Charing Cross	113
Kelly, Blanche Mary
The Housewife’s Prayer	115
Brother Juniper	116
Kelley, Mgr., F. C.
The Throne of the King	117
[Pg xiii]Lathrop, George Parsons
The Child’s Wish Granted	127
Charity	128
Lathrop, Rose Hawthorne
A Song Before Grief	128
The Clock’s Song	129
Leamy, Sir Edmund
Ireland	130
Leamy, Edmund (Senior)
Music Magic	132
Gethsemane	133
My Lips Would Sing ⸺	134
My Ship	135
Visions	135
Leslie, Shane
Ireland, Mother of Priests	137
Lindsay, Ruth Temple
The Hunters	138
Livingston, Father
In Cherry Land	140
M. S. M.
Surrender	141
Mangan, James Clarence
Pentecost	142
Dark Rosaleen	143
MacDonagh, Thomas
What is White?	146
Wishes for My Son	147
MacManus, Seumas
Resignation	148
In Dark Hour	150
Maynard, Theodore
A Song of Colours	151
The World’s Miser	152
Cecidit, Cecidit, Babylon Magna	153
A Song of Laughter	154
Apocalypse	155
[Pg xiv]McCarthy, Denis A.
St. Brigid	156
Rosa Mystica	160
The Poor Man’s Daily Bread	161
McGee, Thomas D’Arcy
To Ask Our Lady’s Patronage	162
Meynell, Alice
A General Communion	163
The Shepherdess	163
Christ in the Universe	164
“I Am the Way”	165
Via, et Veritas, et Vita	166
Unto Us a Son is Given	166
To a Daisy	167
The Newer Vainglory	168
Meynell, Wilfrid
The Folded Flock	168
Moriarty, Helen L.
Convent Echoes	169
Newman, John Henry
England	170
The Pillar of the Cloud	171
The Greek Fathers	171
Relics of Saints	172
The Sign of the Cross	173
O’Donnell, C.S.C., Charles L.
The Son of God	173
To St. Joseph	174
The Dead Musician	175
O’Hagan, Thomas
Giotto’s Campanile	178
O’Reilly, John Boyle
Name of Mary	179
O’Reilly, Mary A.
A Christmas Carol	180
[Pg xv]O. Sheel, Shaemas
Roma Mater Sempaeterna	182
Mary’s Baby	183
They Went Forth to Battle	183
He Whom A Dream Hath Possessed	184
Pallen, Condé Benoist
Maria Immaculata	186
The Raising of the Flag	191
The Babe of Bethlehem	194
Patmore, Coventry
The Toys	195
“If I Were Dead”	197
Departure	197
Regina Cœli	199
Pearse, P. H.
Ideal	199
Phillips, Charles
Music	200
Plunkett, Joseph M.
I See His Blood Upon the Rose	202
The Stars Sang in God’s Garden	202
Probyn, May
Is It Nothing to You?	203
The Bees of Myddleton Manor	204
Proctor, Adelaide Anne
A Legend	210
The Sacred Heart	211
The Annunciation	214
Our Daily Bread	216
Randall, James Ryder
My Maryland	217
Magdalen	220
Why the Robin’s Breast Was Red	221
Repplier, Agnes
Le Repos in Egypte—The Sphinx	221
[Pg xvi]Roche, James Jeffrey
Andromeda	222
Nature the False Goddess	223
Three Doves	224
The Way of the World	225
Rooney, John Jerome
Ave Maria	225
Revelation	227
Marquette on the Shores of the Mississippi	229
The Empire Builder	230
The Men Behind the Guns	233
Russell, S.J., Matthew
A Thought From Cardinal Newman	234
Ryan, Abram J.
The Conquered Banner	235
A Child’s Wish	237
Sword of Robert E. Lee	238
Song of the Mystic	239
Seton, E.
Mary, Virgin and Mother	242
Sigerson Dora
The Wind on the Hills	242
Spalding, John Lancaster
Believe and Take Heart	244
Stoddard, Charles Warren
Ave Maria Bells	245
Stigmata	246
The Bells of San Gabriel	247
Strahan, G.S.C., Speer
The Poor	249
The Promised Country	250
Holy Communion	250
Swan, Caroline D.
Stars of Cheer	251[Pg xvii]
Tabb, John Bannister
Christ and the Pagan	252
Out of Bounds	253
Father Damien	253
Recognition	253
“Is Thy Servant a Dog?”	254
Thompson, Francis
Lilium Regis	254
To the English Martyrs	255
The Hound of Heaven	261
The Dread of Height	267
To My Godchild	270
Tynan, Katherine
Michael the Archangel	272
Planting Bulbs	274
Sheep and Lambs	275
The Making of Birds	276
The Man of the House	278
Walsh, Thomas
Cœlo et in Terra	279
Egidio of Coimbra	281

The sun was setting, and its golden glow

Deepened the shadows on the village street,

And reverent touched the beauty of the head

Of Him who sat, in thought, beside the well

Of Nazareth. Two women came to fill

Their earthen jars; and sent their burdens down

To where the water lay; then drew them up.

But still the Boy, unmoved, gazed steadily

Upon the distant hills, that girded round

Jerusalem, the City of the Soul.

His eyes were deep as some unfathomed sea,

That tosses wreckage on its billowed crest;

But hides its treasures ever in the caves,

[Pg 118]

That men shall never touch, or touching die.

“How strange the Boy,” one woman softly said

As back they went, their burdens on their heads.

“Yet He is Joseph’s Son,” the other spoke,

“And Joseph is my neighbor, a just man;

But not more lettered than the other men,

Your own and mine. He is not priest nor scribe

That he could teach such wisdom to his Son.

And it doth sometimes seem the Boy is wise

Beyond His years, with knowledge overmuch.”

“His mother, whom I know,” her friend replied,

“As Mary, sweeps the shavings from the floor,

Cooks the poor fare for Joseph and her Son,

Cares for the water, and her jar brings here

As we do every day, who know not much

Beyond the things we hear from holy men.

Yet strange is Mary too; I know not where

To match the peace that’s on her tranquil brow;

Though, through it all, I’ve seen the Shadow there

The dread of days to come, though all resigned.

So like His mother is this only Son

In beauty, in the peace that’s on His face;

But sometimes, deeper still, the Shadow falls

Across His features. Look! behold it now.

For it doth speak the dread of awful things,

More awful than the ruin of a world!”

A-down the street there rang a clatter loud

Of horses dashing in a maddened run,

And sounds of wheels swift rolling on the pave.

The women shrank affrighted to the wall,

And cowered there in trembling, mortal fear.

In view the charging horses passed along

[Pg 119]

Straight to the well, no driver grasped the reins,

For he had fallen to the stony street.

Yet never moved the Boy, nor turned His eyes

From off the hills that held them so intent.

But from a doorway rushed a stranger lad

Who grasped the bit of one, and held him fast.

The others, panting, stopped so near the Boy

That, on His face He must have felt the heat

Which steaming rose from their perspiring flanks,

As now they stood, foam-flecked and trembling by.

The driver came and meekly murmured thanks,

Before he led his charges back again

To where his master waited for the steeds.

“He gave me naught but words, and I did save

The steeds. The chariot, too, would have been dashed

All broken on the stones, had I not come.”

The lad was angered, but the Boy moved not,

Though from the distant hills His gaze was drawn.

“Dost thou not know,” the lad said, wonderingly,

“How near was Death to thee a moment since?”

The Boy, now fully aroused, smiled at the lad

All kindly, as a loving father smiles

Upon his child that waked him unaware,

Whose sleep nor storm nor clatter could affect,

Yet at the touch of little baby hands

Opens wide his eyes, that twinkle joyfully.

“No nearer to grim Death,” the Boy replied,

“Was I than thou, my friend, art near it now.

Thou seekest Joseph and hast wandered far

From distant Jaffa, where thy father died.

Thou’rt Fidus named. From Joseph thou wouldst learn

The craftsman’s art, and how to handle tools

[Pg 120]

To work with wood, that thou thyself may’st be

Like him, a craftsman skilled in his own trade.”

“A prophet Thou!” the lad in wonder cried.

“Come with me,” made He answer. “I am known

As Joseph’s Son; so I will speak for thee.”

As evening fell on Nazareth’s burning street

Each day these two would wander out alone;

And by the well, or in a quiet glade

Seated, would hold their talk, with none to hear.

Yet converse scarce it was; with ears intent,

Fidus did always listen, while the Boy

Poured out a tale of Kings and Prophets old;

Of marvels that they worked to testify

Unto a King whom yet the earth would see,

A King of all Judea and the world;

Whose glory, mounting even to the stars

Would dim with rich effulgence, their great light.

The Sun of Justice He, the Moon of night

That had for ages settled o’er the earth.

He told of wonders that the King would do

Before He mounted to His mighty throne.

He told of love surpassing every love

That earth had seen, and of His Kingdom wide;

Till all on fire Fidus hung’red to see

The King Himself, and worship at His throne.

“A Roman though I am,” he oft would cry,

“Thy King I’d welcome and for Him I’d serve.”

“Yet thou art craftsman and no soldier thou.”

“A craftsman too can serve his loyal due.”

“How wouldst thou serve?” the Boy inquiring spoke.

“When Joseph bids me go, that I can learn no more,

This I can do—to build for Him His throne.”

[Pg 121]

The Shadow swept across the boyish face—

The Shadow Fidus once had seen before;

And he was silent, for in awe he stood

When that mysterious shade shut off the light

That shone out from the radiant brow.

The Shadow was not fear, nor dread of death;

But dread of something worse than death could bring.

It was as if a lily, broken, bent,

But yet unsullied, now was stained with filth

By impious hand; more cruel far than death

The marring of the whiteness death had spared:

Or like a stream, that through its mountain bed

Had raced unfettered, toward the amber sea,

And o’er the rapids and the pebbles dashed

Clear, cold and placid when the mouth is reached;

Then, death unfeared before it, ready now

To give back to the ocean all it gave,

Into its pureness poured a stream so dark

That tainted all its life, when life was lost.

’Twas thus the Shadow seemed; but soon it passed,

And smiling boyhood turned a happy face

The while he said: “So thou wouldst build His throne?

But dost thou know the form that throne will take?”

“’T will be a throne,” Fidus replied, “so high

That all may see Him, while from it He reigns,

And know that He has come unto His own.”

“Aye,” quick the Boy made answer, “it shall be

Uplifted high that every man may see;

Not Jews alone but even ye of Rome;

And men from Britain too, on farthest shore

Of Rome’s great Empire: they shall see and know

[Pg 122]

The King who reigns upon that living throne;

And in the Islands of unchartered seas

The King shall lifted be, that all may know;

And worlds still undiscovered shall bow down

To do Him homage, yet shall hate His name.

For homage goes with hate, and hate will be

The measure of the homage that shall swell

In pæans great around the royal throne.”

Fidus looked wond’ring at the Boy Who spoke,

As if the right to build the throne were His

And He could give it to the friend who asked

This only boon, as pledge of love untold.

“And I would build it strong so it could go

O’er sea and land, and last for aye and aye.”

“So thou wouldst build the throne?” again the Boy

Half musing spoke. Across His face once more

The Shadow fell; and, as he stood, His hands

He lifted up and out, as if in prayer.

Another Shadow fell upon the ground,

The arms and body strangely like a Cross.

Fidus was silent till the prayer was done.

The sun now set, and all the shadows passed.

They, arm in arm, ran fast to Joseph’s house.

But, at the door they paused and, said the Boy:

“Thou must remember ever this thy day

When I the promise gave that I can keep,

For thou shalt build His throne!”

The years passed on,

And Fidus to the Roman hosts returned

[Pg 123]

Where, welcomed as a soldier’s clever son,

He wrought in wood for all the legions there

In Jaffa, where his father had been killed.

For eighteen years he stayed beside the sea

And, working at the trade that Joseph taught,

He never once forgot the precious pledge

The Boy had made. But never saw nor heard

Aught of his friend. Then he was sent away

By Pilate’s call, unto Jerusalem.

The evening of the day when he arrived

Great turmoil swept along the Jaffa road,

And near the Gate of Gardens, where the hill

Called Calvary lifted up its rocky head.

He heard the crowds discuss a Wonder-Man

The priests had taken, and was on His way

To judgment. “Out on such a King,” cried one,

“Himself He can not save from shameful death.

To-morrow’s sun will see Him lifted up

Above the hill, and throw the Shadow of

A Cross upon you fools who thought Him King.”

And on the faces dark of all around,

Fidus saw Hate he could not understand.

Then up a vision rose of Nazareth

When evening fell; a Boy of beauty rare,

With a strange Shadow on His lovely face,

Standing with arms outstretched in prayer,

The glory of the setting sun upon His head.

But long and grim the shadow of a Cross

Before Him as He stood. Then to his mind

Came swift the stories of the mighty King,

And then the promise: “Thou shalt build His throne.”

[Pg 124]

Alas! the long and wav’ring years had swept

The dreams of youth away; but still remained

The love, that hungered now to feel the hand

Within his own of Mary’s Son. The day

Rose brightly in the East. At Pilate’s door

He met by chance a captain he had known

In Jaffa, who bade him attentive wait

Within the hall, amongst the soldiers there.

But soon a tumult rose without the doors;

The Wonder-Man was coming to be judged.

Then, as the cries increased, his friend came in.

“Make thou a Cross,” he said, “We have but two

And, if I judge aright, three shall be sent

Beyond the wall this day to Calvary.”

No more of shouting Fidus heard, for he

Alone made ready a great Cross of wood;

And, that his craftsman skill should be confessed,

He made it well, both strong and workmanlike.

“’Tis fit,” he said, “to serve a King,” and smiled

At his grim jest; then went he on his way.

Out in the streets the crowd was surging on

Along the way that leads to Calvary’s hill.

And o’er it Fidus saw his Cross; and then,

Sometimes, a thorn-crowned head with waving hair

Blood-clotted now, and stained a deeper hue;

And Hate seemed in the air vibrating round.

When sudden, like a bell that sweetly rings

Above a storm, and seems a messenger

Of Peace and Love, there woke upon his soul

From out the sleeping past, some prophet words:

“For homage goes with hate, and hate shall be

[Pg 125]

The measure of the homage that shall swell

In pæans great around the royal throne.”

The surging crowd hid from his eyes the things

He did not care to see, but faint he heard

The hammer strokes, that seemed to drive the nails

Deep in his heart. Then turned he to a man

Who silent stood beside him, and he said:

“A stranger I, from Jaffa, yesternight

I came. This man? What evil hath He done?”

“I know not any wrong that He hath done,”

Came answer fast. “I only know the good

That He had wrought. Behold my eyes that see!

Once they were dark. He passed me by one day

And loud I cried: ‘O Son of David, mercy show

That I may see.’ He touched me and I saw.”

Another silent man near Fidus stood,

To him he spoke, “And friend, what knowest thou?”

“I know that now I live though I was dead;

For I had gone into the ending tomb

All spiced for rest and bound with linen bands;

And He did come, and He did call me forth.

I heard His voice that sounded far away,

As if I stood within a valley deep,

And some one, from the mountain crest,

Kept calling me. Then clearer was the Voice;

As if on wings, I soared aloft to Him,

Who had the Power to bid me come or stay.

Again my heart did beat and vital blood

Surged through my wid’ning veins. I lived again.”

Then Fidus quick recalled a wondrous thing:

He saw the Boy in Joseph’s little shop,

[Pg 126]

A sick lamb refuged in His tender arms.

He gently stroked the lamb and then the pain

Was gone from out its piteous pleading eyes.

And, lo, the man felt hot tears on his cheeks.

The Cross was raised, and faint the outline stood

’Twixt Fidus and the lurid, murky sky

That threatened from afar a terror dark.

Then swift it came, for all of darkness dread

That air could hold, fell down upon the earth.

The stumbling crowd in panic slunk away;

But Fidus groped through darkness to the Cross.

He heard a moan of sorrow. Well he knew

The voice of Mary, she of Joseph’s house.

His heart stood still; the Vision came again:

That evening fair—the Boy—the distant hills—

The Shadow of the Cross upon the earth

As He stood silent all absorbed in prayer—

The promise that himself should build a throne.

“Aye,” so the Boy had said, “for it shall be

Raised up on high that every man may see,

Not Jews alone, but even ye of Rome;

And men from Britain too, on farthest shore

Of Rome’s great Empire: they shall see and know

The King Who reigns upon that living throne;

And, in the Islands of uncharted seas

The King shall lifted be that all may know;

And worlds still undiscovered shall bow down

To do Him homage, yet shall hate His name.

For homage goes with hate, and hate will be

The measure of the homage that shall swell

In pæans great around His royal throne.”

[Pg 127]

A lightning flash! The rocks asunder rent,

The tombs burst open and the dead arose.

One moment Fidus saw the Crucified

Ere darkness fell again around the Cross.

But in that moment a new vision rose;

He saw the hill rise high, and higher still,

Till over all the mountains of the world

It towering stood; and nations, worshipping

Gazed on a mighty throne that bore a King!

Blood red the jewels in His crown of thorns,

With ermined pain that wrapped Him all about,

Deep in His hands the orb and sceptre nails,

Quite gone the Shadow of the primal sin

And, on His brow, fulfilled the ancient pledge

Of Earth’s Redemption.

“And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth are passed away.”—Apoc. xxi. I.

“And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away.”—Revelation XXI:1

On seeing the original manuscript map of the Mississippi River by its discoverer, Father Marquette

(The Mission of San Gabriel Archangel, near Los Angeles, founded in 1771, was, for a time, the most flourishing mission in California)

I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;

I fled Him down the arches of the years;

I fled Him down the labrinthine ways

Of my own mind; and in the midst of tears

I hid from Him, and under running laughter.

Up vistaed hopes I sped;

And shot, precipitated,

Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears,

From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.

But with unhurrying chase,

And unperturbed pace,

Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,

They beat—and a Voice beat

More instant than the Feet—

“All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.”

I pleaded, outlaw-wise,

By many a hearted casement, curtained red,

Trellised with intertwining charities;

(For, though I knew His love Who followed,

Yet was I sore adread

Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside);

But, if one little casement parted wide.

The gust of His approach would clash it to.

Fear wist not to evade, as Love wist to pursue.

[Pg 262]

Across the margent of the world I fled,

And troubled the gold gateway of the stars,

Smiting for shelter on their clanged bars;

Fretted to dulcet jars

And silvern chatter the pale ports o’ the moon.

I said to dawn, Be sudden; to eve, Be soon;

With thy young skiey blossoms heap me over

From his tremendous Lover!

Float thy vague veil about me, lest He see!

I tempted all His servitors, but to find

My own betrayal in their constancy,

In faith to Him their fickleness to me,

Their traitorous trueness, and their loyal deceit.

To all swift things for swiftness did I sue;

Clung to the whistling mane of every wind.

But whether they swept, smoothly fleet,

The long savannahs of the blue;

Or whether, Thunder-driven,

They clanged his chariot ’thwart a heaven

Plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o’ their feet:—

Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue.

Still with unhurrying chase,

And unperturbed pace,

Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,

Came on the following Feet,

And a Voice above their beat—

“Naught shelters thee, who wilt not shelter Me.”

I sought no more that after which I strayed

In face of man or maid;

But still within the little children’s eyes

Seems something, something that replies;

[Pg 263]

They at least are for me, surely for me!

I turned me to them very wistfully;

But, just as their young eyes grew sudden fair

With dawning answers there,

Their angel plucked them from me by the hair.

“Come then, ye other children, Nature’s—share

With me” (said I) “your delicate fellowship;

Let me greet you lip to lip,

Let me twine with you caresses,

Wantoning

With our Lady-Mother’s vagrant tresses,

Banqueting

With her in her wind-walled palace,

Underneath her azured dais,

Quaffing, as your taintless way is,

From a chalice

Lucent-weeping out of the day spring.”

So it was done:

I in their delicate fellowship was one—

Drew the bolt of Nature’s secrecies.

I knew all the swift importings

On the wilful face of skies;

I knew how the clouds arise

Spumed of the wild sea-snortings;

All that’s born or dies

Rose and drooped with—made them shapers

Of mine own moods, or wailful or divine—

With them joyed and was bereaven.

I was heavy with the even,

When she lit her glimmering tapers

Round the day’s dead sanctities.

I laughed in the morning’s eyes.

I triumphed and I saddened with all weather,

[Pg 264]

Heaven and I wept together,

And its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine;

Against the red throb of its sunset-heart

I laid my own to beat,

And share commingling heat;

But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart.

In vain my tears were wet on Heaven’s grey cheek.

For ah, we know not what each other says

These things and I; in sound I speak—

Their sound is but their stir, they speak by silences.

Nature, poor stepdame, cannot slake my drought;

Let her, if she would owe me,

Drop yon blue bosom-veil of sky, and show me

The breasts of her tenderness:

Never did any milk of hers once bless

My thirsting mouth.

Nigh and nigh draws the chase,

With unperturbed pace,

Deliberate speed, majestic instancy;

And past those noised fleet—

A Voice comes yet more fleet—

“Lo! naught contents thee who content’st not Me.”

Naked I wait Thy love’s uplifted stroke!

My harness piece by piece Thou hast hewn from me,

I am defenceless utterly.

I slept, methinks, and woke,

And, slowly gazing, find me stripped in sleep.

In the rash lustihead of my young powers,

I shook the pillaring hours

And pulled my life upon me; grimed with smears,

I stand amid the dust o’ the mounded years—

My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap.

[Pg 265]

My days have crackled and gone up in smoke,

Have puffed and burst as sun-starts on a stream.

Yea, faileth now even dream

The dreamer, and the lute the lutanist;

Even the linked fantasies, in whose blossomy twist

I swung the earth a trinket at my wrist,

Are yielding; cords of all too weak account

For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed.

Ah! is Thy love indeed

A weed, albeit an amaranthine weed,

Suffering no flowers except its own to mount?

Ah! must—

Designer infinite!—

Ah! must Thou char the wood ere Thou canst limn with it?

My freshness spent its wavering shower i’ the dust;

And now my heart is as a broken fount,

Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever

From the dank thoughts that shiver

Upon the sighful branches of my mind.

Such is; what is to be?

The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind?

I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds;

Yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds

From the hid battlements of Eternity;

Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then

Round the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again.

But not ere him who summoneth

I first have seen enwound

With glooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned;

His name I know, and what his trumpet saith.

Whether man’s heart or life it be which yields

Thee harvest, must Thy harvest fields

Be dunged with rotten death?

[Pg 266]

Now of that long pursuit

Comes on at hand the bruit;

That Voice is round me like a bursting sea:

“And is thy earth so marred,

Shattered in shard on shard?

Lo! all things fly thee, for thou fliest Me!

Strange, piteous, futile thing,

Wherefore should any set thee love apart?

Seeing none but I makes much of naught” (He said)

“And human love needs human meriting:

How hast thou merited—

Of all man’s clotted clay the dingiest clot?

Alack, thou knowest not

How little worthy of any love thou art!

Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee

Save Me, save only Me?

All which I took from thee I did but take,

Not for thy harms,

But just that thou might’st seek it in My arms.

All which thy child’s mistake

Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home:

Rise, clasp My hand, and come!”

Halts by me that footfall:

Is my gloom, after all,

Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?

“Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,

I am He Whom thou seekest!

Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest Me.”

The rumor came to Frei Egidio

In cloistered Santa Cruz, that out of Spain

King Philips secret courier had fared

With orders under seal suspending all

The statutes of Coimbra that controlled

The contests for the prefessorial chairs,

And ordering the Faculty to grant

Padre Francisco Suarez primacy

Among the masters theological.

And Frei Egidio, whose ancient name

Fonseca was relinquished when at court

It shone its brightest, who had ceaseless toiled

His score of years in cloister and in schools,

Unravelling knotty texts, disputing long

With monk and doctor of the Carmelites,

Dominicans and Trinitarians,

Consulting with the students, visiting,

Fawning and banqueting—himself and all

His faction in the University—

[Pg 282]

Now in the iron mandate from Madrid

Saw failure blight his hopes, and Santa Cruz

Eclipsed, through imposition unforeseen

Of Suarez de Toledo—only half

A monk!—a fledgling doctor in the Schools!—

And Frei Egidio unsleeping schemed

To check the rising of this Spanish star

Within Coimbra,—and his henchmen went

Stealthy and sure to sow malignant seed

To choke the Hapsburg’s new autocracy.

Stately was Frei Egidio, robust,

Swarthy and smooth his cheek; his raven locks

Piling about his tonsure in a crown.

Dark flashed his eye whene’er he rose to cast

His syllogistic spear across the lists,

Where many a mighty crest Minerva-crowned

Was forced to yield, or learnt the rapier thrust

Of his distinguo and non-sequiter.

Still more he shone when in procession moved

The doctors, masters, and licentiates,

With tufted caps, and rainbow gowns, and stoles,

And ring, and book across the steeps and squares,

While gallant youths pressed round on horse or foot

Holding his robe or stirrup through the town—

The Catedratico da Vespera.

But now this little shrivelled man sent out

From Salamanca,—Philip’s paragon!—

To rule Coimbra in theology!—

One of Loyola’s strange and restless band

In the Collegio de Jesus,—reproach

To every gorgeous doctor in the halls.

’Twas true he hid away within his house,

Came seldom to the festival or Acts,

[Pg 283]

Nor oft asserted his high presidence

O’er Frei Egidio—in craft or scorn,

It mattered not—for Frei Egidio

Would pluck him forth; no signet of the King

Could serve him here; the doctors of the Schools

Should learn how he, Fonseca, had been wronged.

With formal placards soon they smeared the walls

Of shrine and college, telling day and hour

And place, where Doutor Frei Egidio

Da Presentacao, of the Eremites

Of Sao Agostinho, titular

Da Vespera, would his conclusions hold

“De Voluntario et Involuntario”

Against all-comers, and imprimis there,

The Doutor Padre Suarez, titular

Da Prima of Coimbra, theologue

Of the Collegia and Compania

De Jesus. From near and far they came,

And took their stated rank, and filed

Into the Hall of Acts; the Chancellor

And Rector in their robes of silk, and fur,

And velvet, and great chains and seals of state;

The Bishop, and Inquisitor, and Dean,

And Chapter, in their purple; Canonists

In green; and Jurists in their scarlet gowns;

Frei Luiz of the Chair of Holy Writ,

In black and white of the Dominicans;

Frei Manoel of the Chair of Scotus, garbed

In white and brown of Carmel; titulars

In Peter Lombard and Durandus,—sons

Of Bernard, Francis and Saint Benedict.

When each in order of his ancientry

Was seated in the tribune, and below

[Pg 284]

Ranged the licentiates, and bachelors,

And, out beyond, the thousand students,—gay

In plumes and ruffs, or rags and disrepair,—

There entered Bacharel Frei Constantino

Citing the obligations; whereupon

Egidio began his argument

With exposition and arrangement clear,

And summary abrupt and crushing, as

His old experience in the courts had taught,—

So free in tone and doctrine that the throng

Swayed on their benches, beating noisily

Great tomes together like the roll of drums.

Then silence for Suarez’s quodlibet;

As half-reluctant, without emphasis,

His cold unwavering voice proposed the plan

Of his objection,—When uproarious

Upon the instant, Frei Egidio

In tones of thunder shouted o’er the hall,—

“Nego majorem!”—the scholastic world’s

Unmitigated insult! How would he,

Spain’s boasted theologian, reply

To Portugal’s? The Jesuits around

Suarez’s rostrum marvelled, whispered, turned,

And hid their faces, when they saw him bowed

Silent a moment, ere descending, calm,

He led them home across the jeering town.

Then the mad acclamations; bells of shrine

And monastery on the hills; the sweep

Of robes prelatical, the cavalcade

Of gorgeous nobles into Santa Cruz;

The blare of trumpets, and the lanterns strung

Yellow beneath the moon; the beggar throngs;

The maskers down the lanes; the nightingales

[Pg 285]

And river-songs of students wafted far

Across Mondego’s Hills of Loneliness

And Meditation where Coimbra slept.

Thus triumphed Frei Egidio. But high

In the Collegio de Jesus the blow

Was red on every cheek; the Rector rose

In the community and said: “Padre

Francisco, not in fifty years have we

In our Coimbra known such sore defeat;

Tell me, I pray, had you no thought to save

Your honor and the honor of our schools—

You, boast of Rome and Salamanca’s halls.—

You, to whom all the dialectic arts

Have been as play—could you not parry, feint,

Or bait Egidio until some chance

Or newer turn might save your argument?”

Suarez bowed and answered: “Better far

That we be humbled than a great man fall

To utter shame and ruin! Had I told

Egidio there that in denying thus

My proposition he was challenging

A solemn canon, word for word, prescribed

At Constance by the Universal Church—

Fetch me the Book of Councils—he was lost.”

Scarce was the secret spoken, ere it stole

In rumor through the novice-court, and thence

Below to Santa Cruz,—stole, like a cloud,

Black, ominous, across the starlit dome

Above the black mosteiro, where the moon

Revelled amid the sculptured lattices,—

The marble ropes and palms memorial

Of old Da Gama and his caravels,—

Upon the rose-paths and the trickling pools

[Pg 286]

Along the Cloister do Silencio.

There paced Fonseca, solitary guest

To catch the final crumbs, the laughter, far

Adown the stream, of lutes that mourned his feast,

When lo! a billet in his path!—“Awake,—”

He read,—“at Constance ’twas decreed. Thy voice

Hath mocked the very words of Holy Church.”—

No more,—yet in foreboding he made haste

To find his taper,—fumbled through the stacks

In dust and chill,—unclasped the folio

Liber Conciliorum,—saw his doom—

Perchance the rack and Secret Prisons—writ

Upon the parchment!—Silence, mocking lutes!

Come, rain! come, whirlwind, blot the lanterns out:

Now knew he their insidious subterfuge—

The slippery Pharisees—to undermine

Coimbra’s last bright paragon,—they claimed

Another victim!—But his rage gave way

To grief; his scorn was all to blame; no scheme

Was theirs; Suarez spoke the Council’s words

As duty bound him,—With the break of day

Came self-renouncement to Egidio;

And in amaze to greet his ashen face

The sacristan laid out for him the alb

And chasuble of Requiem; resigned,

Like some bowed reed the storm has swept by night,

He took the chalice, veiled it ’gainst his breast,

And ’mid the first faint glimmer down the nave

Crept forth unto his mystic Calvary.

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DREAMS AND IMAGES

ACKNOWLEDGMENT

INTRODUCTION

CONTENTS

Dreams and Images

OUR LORD AND OUR LADY

TO THE BALLIOL MEN STILL IN AFRICA

THE SOUTH COUNTRY

THE EARLY MORNING

THE PROPHET LOST IN THE HILLS AT EVENING

THE BIRDS

COURTESY

NOEL

AFTER A RETREAT

THE TERESIAN CONTEMPLATIVE

HOW SHALL I BUILD

SONG

THE DESOLATE CITY

A CHRISTMAS SONG

LIKE ONE I KNOW

MEA CULPA

IN TIR-NA’N-OG

LADY DAY IN IRELAND

ST. PATRICK’S TREASURE

THE SPOUSE OF CHRIST

CHRIST THE COMRADE

AN OLD WOMAN OF THE ROADS

THE HEAVIEST CROSS OF ALL

SATURNINUS

DREAMING OF CITIES DEAD

DEATH OF CUCHULAIN

GODS AND HEROES OF THE GAEL

AT BENEDICTION

PRIMROSE HILL

TWILIGHT

TO A THRUSH

TO A PLAIN SWEETHEART

TO A ROBIN

THE POET

OCTOBER

SORROW

HUMAN LIFE

CARDINAL MANNING

SONG

THE SONS OF PATRICK

SONG OF THE LITTLE VILLAGES

THE SOUL OF KARNAGHAN BUIDHE

THE ANGELIC CHORUS

LADYE CHAPEL AT EDEN HALL

MARY IMMACULATE

THE PILGRIM

ON THE FEAST OF THE ASSUMPTION

MARY

EXTREME UNCTION

BENEDICTIO DOMINI

CARTHUSIANS

MARIS STELLA

AN AUTUMN ROSE-TREE

TO A CARMELITE POSTULANT

A PURPOSE OF AMENDMENT

THE CONFESSIONAL

AN ELEGY, FOR FATHER ANSELM, OF THE ORDER OF REFORMED CISTERCIANS, GUEST-MASTER AND PARISH PRIEST

SORROW

OUR LADY’S DEATH

VIGIL OF THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION

THE OLD VIOLIN

MAURICE DE GUERIN

HE MADE US FREE

THE GRANDEURS OF MARY

THE RIGHT MUST WIN

MATER DOLOROSA

YULETIDE

OUR LADY OF THE ROSARY

AT THE LEAP OF THE WATERS

NIAGARA

COMMUNION

THE NIGHTINGALE

TRYSTE NOEL

THE WILD RIDE

ODE FOR A MASTER MARINER ASHORE