Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DIONYSOS IN INDIA (OPENING FRAGMENT OF A LYRICAL DRAMA), by WILLIAM SHARP Poet's Biography First Line: Verge of an upland glade among the himalayas Last Line: They come! They come! . . . Alternate Author Name(s): Macleod, Fiona Subject(s): Goddesses & Gods; India; Mythology | ||||||||
Opening Scene: Verge of an upland glade among the Himalayas. Time: Sunrise FIRST FAUN . . . Hark! I hear Aerial voices -- SECOND FAUN Whist! FIRST FAUN It is the wind Leaping against the sunrise, on the heights. SECOND FAUN No, no, yon mountain-springs -- FIRST FAUN Hark, hark, oh, hark! -- SECOND FAUN Are budding into foam-flowers: see, they fall Laughing before the dawn -- FIRST FAUN Oh, the sweet music! CHILD-FAUN (Timidly peeping over a cistus, uncurling into blooms.) Dear brother, say, oh say, what fills the air? The leaves whisper, yet is not any wind: I am afraid. FIRST FAUN Be not afraid, dear child: There is no gloom. CHILD-FAUN But silence: and -- and -- then, The birds have suddenly ceased: and see, alow The gossamer quivers where my startled hare -- Slipt from my leash -- cow'rs 'mid the foxglove-bells, His eyes like pansies in a lonely wood! Oh, I am afraid -- afraid -- though glad: -- SECOND FAUN Why glad? CHILD-FAUN I know not. FIRST FAUN Never yet an evil god Forsook the dusk. Lo! all our vales are filled With light: the darkest shimmers in pale blue: Nought is forlorn: no evil thing goeth by. SECOND FAUN They say -- FIRST FAUN What? who? SECOND FAUN They of the hills: they say That a lost god -- FIRST FAUN Hush, hush: beware! SECOND FAUN And why? There is no god in the blue empty air? Where else? FIRST FAUN There is a lifting up of joy: The morning moves in ecstasy. Never! Oh, never fairer morning dawned than this. Somewhat is nigh! SECOND FAUN Maybe: and yet I hear Nought, save day's familiar sounds, nought see But the sweet concourse of familiar things. FIRST FAUN Speak on, though never a single leaf but hears, And, like the hollow shells o' the twisted nuts That fall in autumn, aye murmuringly holds The breath of bygone sound. We know not when -- To whom -- these little wavering tongues betray Our heedless words, wild wanderers though we be. What say the mountain-lords? SECOND FAUN That a lost god Fares hither through the dark, ever the dark. FIRST FAUN What dark? SECOND FAUN Not the blank hollows of the night: Blind is he though a god: forgotten graves The cavernous depths of his oblivious eyes. His face is as the desert, blanched with ruins. His voice none ever heard, though whispers say That in the dead of icy winters far Beyond the utmost peaks we ever clomb It hath gone forth -- a deep, an awful woe. FIRST FAUN What seeks he? SECOND FAUN No one knoweth. FIRST FAUN Yet a god, And blind! SECOND FAUN Ay so: and I have heard beside That he is not as other gods; but from vast age -- So vast, that in his youth those hills were wet With the tossed spume of each returning tide -- He hath lost knowledge of the things that are, All memory of what was, in that dim Past Which was old time for him; and knoweth nought, Nought feels, but inextinguishable pain. Titanic woe and burden of long aeons Of unrequited quest. FIRST FAUN But if he be Of the Immortal Brotherhood, though blind, How lost to them? SECOND FAUN I know not, I. 'Tis said -- Lython the Centaur told me in those days When he had pity on me in his cave Far up among the hills -- that the lost god Is curs'd of all his kin, and that his curse Lies like a cloud about their golden home: So evermore he goeth to and fro -- The shadow of their glory . . . Ay, he knows The lost beginnings of the things that are: We are but morning-dreams to him, and Man But a fantastic shadow of the dawn: The very Gods seem children to his age; Who reigned before their birth-throes filled the sky With the myriad shattered lights that are the stars. FIRST FAUN Where reigned this ancient God? SECOND FAUN Old Lython said His kingdom was the Void, where evermore Silence sits throned upon Oblivion. FIRST FAUN What wants he here? SECOND FAUN He hateth Helios, And dogs his steps. None knoweth more. FIRST FAUN Aha! I heed no dotard god! Behold, behold, My ears betrayed me not: Oh, hearken now! CHILD-FAUN Bother, O brother, all the birds are wild With song, and through the sun-splashed wood there goes Arsound as of a multitude of wings. SECOND FAUN The sun, the sun! the flowers in the grass! Oh, the white glory! FIRST FAUN 'Tis the Virgin God! Hark, hear the hymns that thrill the winds of morn, Wild paeans to the light! The white processionals! They come! They come! . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEDTIME READING FOR THE UNBORN CHILD by KHALED MATTAWA EAST OF CARTHAGE: AN IDYLL by KHALED MATTAWA SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 7 by CONRAD AIKEN VICARIOUS ATONEMENT by RICHARD ALDINGTON NOTHING ABOUT THE MOMENT by LUCILLE CLIFTON VENUS IN A GARDEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |
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