What rider it bears There is none to proclaim;And the Old Year has struck, And, scarce animate, The New makes moan.

VII

Maybe that "More Tears! -

More Famine and Flame -

More Severance and Shock!"

Is the order from Fate That the Rider speeds on To pale Europe; and tiredly the pines intone.

1915-1916.

"I MET A MAN"

I met a man when night was nigh, Who said, with shining face and eye Like Moses' after Sinai:-"I have seen the Moulder of Monarchies, Realms, peoples, plains and hills, Sitting upon the sunlit seas! -And, as He sat, soliloquies Fell from Him like an antiphonic breeze That pricks the waves to thrills.

"Meseemed that of the maimed and dead Mown down upon the globe, -Their plenteous blooms of promise shed Ere fruiting-time--His words were said, Sitting against the western web of red Wrapt in His crimson robe.

"And I could catch them now and then:

--'Why let these gambling clans Of human Cockers, pit liege men From mart and city, dale and glen, In death-mains, but to swell and swell again Their swollen All-Empery plans, "'When a mere nod (if my malign Compeer but passive keep)Would mend that old mistake of mine I made with Saul, and ever consign All Lords of War whose sanctuaries enshrine Liberticide, to sleep?

"'With violence the lands are spread Even as in Israel's day, And it repenteth me I bred Chartered armipotents lust-led To feuds . . . Yea, grieves my heart, as then I said, To see their evil way!'

--"The utterance grew, and flapped like flame, And further speech I feared;But no Celestial tongued acclaim, And no huzzas from earthlings came, And the heavens mutely masked as 'twere in shame Till daylight disappeared."Thus ended he as night rode high -

The man of shining face and eye, Like Moses' after Sinai.

1916.

"I LOOKED UP FROM MY WRITING"

I looked up from my writing, And gave a start to see, As if rapt in my inditing, The moon's full gaze on me.

Her meditative misty head Was spectral in its air, And I involuntarily said, "What are you doing there?""Oh, I've been scanning pond and hole And waterway hereabout For the body of one with a sunken soul Who has put his life-light out.

"Did you hear his frenzied tattle?

It was sorrow for his son Who is slain in brutish battle, Though he has injured none.

"And now I am curious to look Into the blinkered mind Of one who wants to write a book In a world of such a kind."Her temper overwrought me, And I edged to shun her view, For I felt assured she thought me One who should drown him too.

THE COMING OF THE END

How it came to an end!

The meeting afar from the crowd, And the love-looks and laughters unpenned, The parting when much was avowed, How it came to an end!

It came to an end;

Yes, the outgazing over the stream, With the sun on each serpentine bend, Or, later, the luring moon-gleam;It came to an end.

It came to an end, The housebuilding, furnishing, planting, As if there were ages to spend In welcoming, feasting, and jaunting;It came to an end.

It came to an end, That journey of one day a week:

("It always goes on," said a friend, "Just the same in bright weathers or bleak;")But it came to an end.

"HOW will come to an end This orbit so smoothly begun, Unless some convulsion attend?"I often said. "What will be done When it comes to an end?"Well, it came to an end Quite silently--stopped without jerk;Better close no prevision could lend;

Working out as One planned it should work Ere it came to an end.

AFTERWARDS

When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings, Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk, will the neighbours say, "He was a man who used to notice such things"?

If it be in the dusk when, like an eyelid's soundless blink, The dewfall-hawk comes crossing the shades to alight Upon the wind-warped upland thorn, a gazer may think, "To him this must have been a familiar sight."If I pass during some nocturnal blackness, mothy and warm, When the hedgehog travels furtively over the lawn, One may say, "He strove that such innocent creatures should come to no harm, But he could do little for them; and now he is gone"?

If, when hearing that I have been stilled at last, they stand at the door, Watching the full-starred heavens that winter sees, Will this thought rise on those who will meet my face no more, "He was one who had an eye for such mysteries"?

And will any say when my bell of quittance is heard in the gloom, And a crossing breeze cuts a pause in its outrollings, Till they rise again, as they were a new bell's boom, "He hears it not now, but used to notice such things"?

Footnotes:

{1} Jer. li. 20.

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