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TANNHAUSER TO VENUS, by GEORGE CABOT LODGE Poet's Biography First Line: I have learned the inevitable destinies Last Line: The clasp of friends and the low lights of home! | ||||||||
I have learned the inevitable destinies By sheer endurance of thy careless love! Yet with a human and so needful hope, A desperate guess, I dare confront thy will And task with doubt thy flushed divinity: Hear me! O Goddess, hear my last surmise! I have watched thy face and seen the seasons pass, And now I know that memory cannot be Where death is not nor any mortal change. Thou art immortal, therefore all thy life Is now, -- the hours go by and leave no trace! O monstrous thought! Would I could ask thee where And how they fare, the insatiable men, Lovers of thine whose blood besmeared thy feet, Whose wild hearts perished as in fire, whose bones Gleam white as starlight in the paths of time! O where's it passed, the strong processional, The young men and young women pale as fire, Life's desperate mariners who glimpsed thee forth -- Pharos that lamped the starless night of time -- And sought thee even on death's engulfing seas? -- Tell me of them! Thy brows are pure of thought! Yet had thine epic lovers of yesterday Lips and strong hands more fierce than even are mine; Their violent will and weak humanity Suffered as mine to feel thy deathless youth! Then tell me -- for, by heaven, my extreme plight Lies bare before thee -- if such men who strode Young in the young world are lapsed away Body and soul leaving no trace at all, Then where for me, for me who once forswore My sweet Lord Christ, the strong and stainless God, Is triumph or hope or any tenderness? Am I more mighty than so much of time, So mighty and so willful of my cause That, by extreme desire, I may contrive To give thee mortal memory and pain and tears, Feel thy heart falter and reduce to death The fashion of thy memorable flesh? Is this my only hope? Certain it is My whole life, harnessed to thine endless task, Toils without recompense, a merest tool Serving the vast monotony of fate; Certain it is that through eternal time No death can make the sight of my dazed eyes Grow bland or cool my fingers of thy feel! And therefore, drifted in the dreadful past, I shall be left a derelict on the shores Of thine oblivion that bear, I know, Wreckage of all the years and of all men! Certain it is -- unless -- O give me power And light! For in the midnight of despair I seem to glimpse the dawn of a huge hope That fires a pathway to my utmost goal! Not thine the power! I go from thee to me! Mine is the task -- to teach my human soul The vastness of the immortal mood and thus Lift my fierce life to immortality! O hope great beyond all hope yet not vain! Haply I fail -- yet I have known thy love And served with life the soul's divinest end Since the extreme of all things leads to truth. Therefore I am content. Lift up thy hands And pour thy golden cataract of hair Over my face, then kiss me through the coils! -- The frailty of my heart that does thee wrong, Memory, and grief for human joy and pain Shall cease. Behold me fit to bear thy love! I will no more desire the sea-wind, cool At sunrise, nor the lesser joys than Thou; The clasp of friends and the low lights of home! | Other Poems of Interest...A SONG FOR WAKING by GEORGE CABOT LODGE A SONG OF THE WAVE by GEORGE CABOT LODGE AD SERVAM by GEORGE CABOT LODGE DAY AND DARK by GEORGE CABOT LODGE DEATH IN YOUTH by GEORGE CABOT LODGE EXORDIUM by GEORGE CABOT LODGE FOR E. L. by GEORGE CABOT LODGE LES BOURGEOIS by GEORGE CABOT LODGE ODE TO THE EARTH by GEORGE CABOT LODGE |
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