ABER STATIONS: STATIO QUARTA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN

We have not seen the sun for many days,
But now through East-wind haze
He makes a shift
To send a luminous drift,
To which, as to his full unclouded splendour,
The meek, contented earth makes glad surrender.
God bless the simple earth
That gave me birth!
God bless her that she looks so pleased --
@3The soul that is diseased
With this world's sorrow@1 -- Well, sir? ought to look? . . .
@3Beyond, and yet beyond: not in this narrow nook
Of His creation
Will God make up His book.
The whole is one great scheme
Of compensation --
The net result
Is all@1 . . . I too have had my dream,
As from my nonage dedicate a @3mvsthj@1
Of that great cult.
I saw Lord Love upon his galley pass
Westward from Cyprus; smooth as glass
The sea was all before him. He, as @3kentnj@1
Stood at the stern, and piped
The rhythms; but, ever and anon,
As worked upon
By some familiar Fury, grasping a scourge
(An amethyst
Fastened it to his wrist . . . Love's wrist!),
He ran along the transtra, and did urge
The rowers, and striped
Their backs with blood; whereat they leapt
Like maddened hounds, and swept
The sea until it hissed.
Then I: --
"Lord Love, what means this cruelty?"
But he to me
Deigned no reply:
Only I saw his face was wet with tears,
And he did look "beyond, and yet beyond."
But those men, fond
And fatuous, never turned
Their eyes from his, but yearned
With an insensate yearning, having confidence
That so it must be; but on what pretence
I know not -- Ah, most cruel lord!
Ah, knotted cord!
Dull plash
Of livid tissues! flash
Of oars that smote the waters to a hum . . .
Come, come!
You've had enough of this --
But what I meant, and what you seemed to miss,
Was simply how the meek, contented earth,
That gave me birth,
Was pleased . . .
Then you of @3soul diseased,@1
And what not . . . excellent!
But that is what I meant.

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