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The Project Gutenberg EBook of Emblems Of Love, by Lascelles AbercrombieThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it,give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online atwww.gutenberg.netTitle: Emblems Of LoveAuthor: Lascelles AbercrombieRelease Date: March 26, 2005 [EBook #15472]Language: English*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK EMBLEMS OF LOVE ***Produced by Charles Aldarondo, Keren Vergon, S.R. Ellison and the PG Online Distributed Proofreading Team.EMBLEMS OF LOVEBY THE SAME AUTHORINTERLUDES AND POEMSEMBLEMS OF LOVEDESIGNED IN SEVERAL DISCOURSES BY LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE_"Wonder it is to see in diverse mindes How diversly love doth his pageaunts play""Ego tamquam centrum, circuli, cui simili modo se habent circumferentiæ partes"_TO MY WIFETABLE pageHYMN TO LOVE 3PART I DISCOVERY AND PROPHECY PRELUDE 7 VASHTI 16PART II IMPERFECTION THREE GIRLS IN LOVE: MARY: A LEGEND OF THE '45 77 JEAN 94 KATRINA 109PART III VIRGINITY AND PERFECTION JUDITH 127 THE ETERNAL WEDDING 188MARRIAGE SONG 200 EPILOGUE: DEDICATION 209EMBLEMS OF LOVEHYMN TO LOVEWe are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As thóu, Lóve, were the déep thóughtAnd we the speech of the thought; yea, spoken are we, Thy fires of thought out-spoken:But burn'd not through us thy imagining Like ...
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The Project Gutenberg EBook of Emblems Of Love, by Lascelles Abercrombie
This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net
Title: Emblems Of Love
Author: Lascelles Abercrombie
Release Date: March 26, 2005 [EBook #15472]
Language: English
*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK EMBLEMS OF LOVE ***
Produced by Charles Aldarondo, Keren Vergon, S.R. Ellison and the PG Online Distributed Proofreading Team.
EMBLEMS OF LOVE
BY THE SAME AUTHOR
INTERLUDES AND POEMS
EMBLEMS OF LOVE
DESIGNED IN SEVERAL DISCOURSES BY LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE
_"Wonder it is to see in diverse mindes How diversly love doth his pageaunts play"
"Ego tamquam centrum, circuli, cui simili modo se habent circumferentiæ partes"_
TO MY WIFE
TABLE
page HYMN TO LOVE 3
PART I DISCOVERY AND PROPHECY PRELUDE 7 VASHTI 16
PART II IMPERFECTION THREE GIRLS IN LOVE: MARY: A LEGEND OF THE '45 77 JEAN 94 KATRINA 109
PART III VIRGINITY AND PERFECTION JUDITH 127 THE ETERNAL WEDDING 188
MARRIAGE SONG 200 EPILOGUE: DEDICATION 209
EMBLEMS OF LOVE
HYMN TO LOVE
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As thóu, Lóve, were the déep thóught And we the speech of the thought; yea, spoken are we, Thy fires of thought out-spoken:
But burn'd not through us thy imagining Like fiérce móod in a sóng cáught, We were as clamour'd words a fool may fling, Loose words, of meaning broken.
For what more like the brainless speech of a fool, — The lives travelling dark fears, And as a boy throws pebbles in a pool Thrown down abysmal places?
Hazardous are the stars, yet is our birth And our journeying time theirs; As words of air, life makes of starry earth Sweet soul-delighted faces;
As voices are we in the worldly wind; The great wind of the world's fate Is turned, as air to a shapen sound, to mind And marvellous desires.
But not in the world as voices storm-shatter'd, Not borne down by the wind's weight; The rushing time rings with our splendid word Like darkness filled with fires.
For Love doth use us for a sound of song, And Love's meaning our life wields, Making our souls like syllables to throng His tunes of exultation.
Down the blind speed of a fatal world we fly, As rain blown along earth's fields; Yet are we god-desiring liturgy, Sung joys of adoration;
Yea, made of chance and all a labouring strife, We go charged with a strong flame; For as a language Love hath seized on life His burning heart to story.
Yea, Love, we are thine, the liturgy of thee. Thy thought's golden and glad name, The mortal conscience of immortal glee, Love's zeal in Love's own glory.
PART I
DISCOVERY AND PROPHECY
PRELUDE
Night on bleak downs; a high grass-grown trench runs athwart the slope. The earthwork is manned by warriors clad in hides. Two warriors, BRYS and GAST, talking.
Gast. This puts a tall heart in me, and a tune Of great glad blood flowing brave in my flesh, To see thee, after all these moons, returned, My Brys. If there's no rust in thy shoulder-joints, That battle-wrath of thine, and thy good throwing, Will be more help for us than if the dyke Were higher by a span.—Ha! there was howling Down in the thicket; they come soon, for sure.
Brys. Has there been hunger in the forest long?
Gast. I think, not only hunger makes them fierce: They broke not long since into a village yonder, A huge throng of them; all through the night we heard The feasting they kept up. And that has made The wolves blood-thirsty, I believe.
Brys. O fools To keep so slack a waking on their dykes!
Now have they made a sleepless winter for us. Every night we must look, lest the down-slope Between us and the woods turn suddenly To a grey onrush full of small green candles, The charging pack with eyes flaming for flesh. And well for us then if there's no more mist Than the white panting of the wolfish hunger.
Gast. They'll come to-night. Three of us hunting went Among the trees below: not long we stayed. All the wolves of the world are in the forest, And man's the meat they're after.
Brys. Ay, it must be Blood-thirst is in them, if they come to-night, Such clear and starry weather.—What dost thou make, Gast, of the stars?
Gast. Brother, they're horrible. I always keep my head as much as I may Bent so they cannot look me in the eyes.
Brys. I never had this awe. The fear I have Is not a load I crouch beneath, but something Proud and wonderful, that lifteth my heart. Yea, I look on a night of stars with fear That comes close againstglee. 'Tis like the fear
