Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TRAGEDY OF ASGARD: THE RE-BUILDING, by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR Poet's Biography First Line: Then searching in the long grass at their feet Last Line: Upon the story of earth's destinies! Subject(s): Goddesses & Gods; Immortality; Mythology; Mythology - Norse; Nature | ||||||||
Then searching in the long grass at their feet The gods re-found the golden amulets Of the ancient Aesir, emblems of old might, And set them on their brows, and took in hand Miölnir to work magic in the world And be a consecration from the past. And Balder rose and built two other heavens. Audlang, the one, shone bright o'er Ida's Plain, And farther off, remoter in the blue Of the sweet skies, another, Widblain called. And over Gimli's Cavern there arose A hall more wonderful than Balder's house Breidablik, the Wide Aspect, that was burnt. Gold decked the new hall brightlier than suns: It shone magnificent in heaven on high. And thither paced the six, and sat on thrones And looked on the green world. Loki long since Had cheated Heaven when Asgard's wall he built, But now no base chicane the stone-work flawed, No giant threatened Heaven. Soon were prepared Mansions for spirits just. On high was set The House of Brimir and on Nida-fiöll, Among the mountains, of red gold was raised The glittering House of Sindri. There should dwell Spirits of gentle conduct, there survive The juries of the just, to lift aloft Perpetually the wine-cup and the mead. But down upon the Shore of the Dead Men Another hall arose of shape immense And aspect terrible. Toward the north, Inhospitable and tempestuous, Its open doors look out. 'Tis strangely wrought Of serpents' backs, like wattles interwoven, And all the snakes' great hissing heads are turned Toward its dark recesses, and breathe forth Venom, whereof long sinuous rivers creep Up hall and down. And, as great Wala saith, The perjured and the banished murderer Within its thick meandering shall crawl. Then Balder, sitting with the gods enthroned In the new hall o'er Gimli's Cavern high, Turned to his fellows and prophetic spake, The sunlight falling on his clement brow : 'In yon bright world no living creature walks That has the gift of immortality. Come, brethren, let us found the Race of Men, And from two parents the great earth re-fill With laughter and the happy toils of hands, And love and fortitude! I wot of two Who shall engender all the tribes of men, The fierce and skilful peoples of the South, They who build temples and make laws for man; The subtle dark-haired people of the West, Nations of bards, and they who conquer them, Laborious, northern, fair-tressed, blue-eyed folk, Who in their several branches shall possess Yon earth in wisdom and in temperate rule. I mark their ships new-launched on many seas! I mark their bloodless conquests! I respire The breath of their large dawn!' Ah, Balder fair, Regin the unfathomable blinded thee With viewless hand across thy prophet eyes! Thou saw'st not modern Prussias, Viking broods Not yet evolved from berserk darkness old, The crapula of progress in far lands! In the deep quiet valley, where of yore Urd's Fountain flowed, and Odin counsel took With Mimir's Head, there was a tumulus, An old grey barrow covered o'er with heath, Hoddmimir called, which clove as Balder waved Miölnir over it and brought to light A sleeping youth and maiden. The Sun's kiss Upon their breathing lips awakened them. They rose: they sure had slept not many hours. It seemed so short a span since, tired with play And wandering in the sunny fields of Youth, They had sunk down to sleep. They had not felt The darkness, and the winter, and the fire, But, fed with dew, had dreamed away the void. Now, hand in hand, they wandered through the world, Which was the same as the old, yet lovelier. And as a traveller with his life-work done And death not distant may at last attain To the fulfilment of an ancient dream, And find himself one eve descending swift The long bright segments of the road that leads Down into Piedmont's plains of ruddy light; Up from his pillow his tired head he lifts And gazes on the marvel of the South, So opulently sunlit, so august; Marks the red plain's illimitable grace, The farms with Roman archways, the far peaks Scarped exquisitely on the purple skies, The vineyards, the grey oliveyards astir In the suave airs, the poplars, the curved streams Like silvern sickles rounding far and far; And sighs and in a whisper says, 'At last! After the toil of years, the hope deferred, The cheating of my heart with dreams in books, The darkness, I attain! 'Tis Italy! The Fimbul Winter held me yesterday: In Paris an east wind careering blew, And London choked me sourly ere I left With that thick fog which is the Poet's shroud. I shiver and remember. How have I Lived all these years amid those squalid mists?' The sunny freshness fans his hollow cheek: He looks abroad, experiencing such rest, Such peace, such consolation, 'tis as though He entered into Heaven while yet he lived! So now the pair, Life and Desire-of-Life, The youth and maiden, went slow-wandering down Into the golden plains and that new world, And saw the meadows stocked with grazing kine, The lamb at play, the hare upon the heath, The wolfless forests void of Fenrir's brood, The thick grass full of many-coloured snakes That glided fangless by. They drank the scents Of myriad flowers and felt their pensive brows Fanned by the breath of Immortality, Which they had nowise dreamt of overnight. Now, as the god concluding his grand theme To Snorri Sturlesson exclaimed,Enough! Since ev'n if thou shouldst question me at large, I know not, Man, what thou shouldst hear beside. 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