Where shall we find her, how shall we sing to her, Fold our hands round her knees, and cling? BEFORE THE BEGINNING OF YEARS O that man's heart were as fire and could Before the beginning of years spring to her, Fire, or the strength of the streams that spring! 20 For the stars and the winds are unto her There came to the making of man Grief, with a glass that ran; And the southwest-wind, and the west- Strength without hands to smite; Love that endures for a breath; And life, the shadow of death. 5 ΙΟ 15 20 In the houses of death and of birth; And wrought with weeping and laughter, And fashioned with loathing and love, With life before and after And death beneath and above, For a day and a night and a morrow, 25 They gathered as unto strife; They filled his body with life; 30 35 In the air that our dead things infest Till east way as west way is clear. Out of the sun beyond sunset, 35 It sees not what season shall bring to it From the evening whence morning shall The noises of imminent years, 80 Earthquake, and thunder, and fire: 84 When crowned and weaponed and curb- It shall walk without helm or shield Round your people and over them Light like raiment is drawn, Wrought not of mail nor of lawn; Swim, sink, strike out for the dawn. Land, songs praising his name? God is buried and dead to us, 90 95 100 105 IIO Some with mocking and mirth, Within love, within hatred it is, And its seed in the stripe as the kiss, 125 So shall the soul seen be the self-same one And in slaves is the germ, and in That looked and spake with even such kings. lips and eyes As love shall doubt not then to recognize, And all bright thoughts and smiles of all time past II Revive, transfigured, but in spirit and With the cross, and the chain, and the Shone sole and stern before her and above, rod; The most high, the most secret, most lonely, The earth-soul Freedom, that only AFTER SUNSET If light of life outlive the set of sun That men call death and end of all things, then How should not that which life held best for men And proved most precious, though it seem undone By force of death and woful victory won, 5 Sure stars and sole to steer by; but more sweet Shone lower the loveliest lamp for earthly |