f. TWENTIETH CENTURY THE SEEKER From The Fools' Adventure LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE I have achieved. That which the lonely man Am open to a vastness. Hearken, thou, Do I not know thee right? Thou art the deep Falling at length, and their unrest is done, It is as if, not only once, far off, Aloof from place and being I had watched To thickening spots of coarse, and curds of fire. Stress, that it have a grain; and yet more stress, Come like a ghost another swarm of motes Away from thee, outward, circling, numberless kinds; Yet the same partner, the old lust, is with them, Unrest, severance from thy quietude. Nor first, nor last of them, this swirl of stars As in his yearly bout the throw of Saturn. ECCE HOMO WITTER BYNNER Behold the man alive in me, I have been waiting long enough I wait no more: the way is rough- THE NEW GOD WITTER BYNNER From The New World In temporary pain The age is bearing a new breed Of men and women, patriots of the world To be diversity of soul. O mighty patriots maintain Your loyalty!-till flags unfurled For battle shall arraign The traitors who unfurled them, shall remain And shine over an army with no slain, And men from every nation shall enroll, Whom shall I fight and who shall be my enemy Let me have done with that old God outside Who watched with preference and answered prayer, The Godhead that replied Now here, now there, Where heavy cannon were Or coins of gold! Let me receive communion with all men Acknowledging our one and only soul! For not till then Can God be God till we ourselves are whole! RENUNCIATION MARK WILKS CALL Wakeful all night I lay and thought of God, And the red path which murdered seers have trod: But now I let that aching splendor go, I dare not call the crowned angels peers EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUE WILLIAM HERBERT CARRUTH A fire-mist and a planet,— A crystal and a cell, A jelly fish and a saurian, And caves where cavemen dwell; And a face turned from the clod,- Others call it God. A haze on the far horizon, The rich ripe tint of the corn-fields, And the wild geese sailing high, And all over the upland and lowland Some of us call it autumn, And others call it God. Like tides on the crescent seabeach, And others call it God. A picket frozen on duty,— A mother starved for her brood,- And Jesus on the rood; And millions who humble and nameless, And others call it God. PYGMALION In part HILDA DOOLITTLE (Mrs. Richard Aldington) I made god upon god Step from the cold rock, I made the gods less than men, For I was a man and they my work. And now what is it that has come to pass? Each of the gods, perfect Cries out from a perfect throat: |