Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HARPOCRATES, by BAYARD TAYLOR Poet's Biography First Line: The message of the god I seek Last Line: "I am the truth that cannot change" Alternate Author Name(s): Taylor, James Bayard Subject(s): Life; Love; Night; Thought; Bedtime; Thinking | ||||||||
I. THE message of the god I seek In voice, in vision, or in dream, Alike on frosty Dorian peak, Or by the slow Arcadian stream: Where'er the oracle is heard, I bow the head and bend the knee; In dream, in vision, or in word, The sacred secret reaches me. II. Athwart the dim Trophonian caves, Bat-like, the gloomy whisper flew; The lisping plash of Paphian waves Bathed every pulse in fiery dew: From Phoebus, on his cloven hill, A shaft of beauty pierced the air, And oaks of gray Dodona still Betrayed the Thunderer's presence there. III. The warmth of love, the grace of art, The joys that breath and blood express, The desperate forays of the heart Into an unknown wilderness, -- All these I know: but sterner needs Demand the knowledge which must dower The life that on achievement feeds, The grand activity of power. IV. What each reveals the shadow throws Of something unrevealed behind; The Secret's lips forever close To mock the secret undivined: Thence late I came, from weary dreams The son of Isis to implore, Whose temple-front of granite gleams Across the Desert's yellow floor. V Lo! where the sand insatiate, drinks The steady splendor of the air, Crouched on her heavy paws, the Sphinx Looks forth with old, unwearied stare! Behind her, on the burning wall, The long processions flash and glow: The pillared shadows of the hall Sleep with their lotus-crowns below. VI. A square of dark beyond, the door Breathes out the deep adytum's gloom: I cross the court's deserted floor, And stand within the sacred room. The priests repose from finished rite; No echo rings from pavements trod; And sits alone, in swarthy light, The naked child, the temple's god. VII. No sceptre, orb, or mystic toy Proclaims his godship, young and warm He sits alone, a naked boy, Clad in the beauty of his form. Dark, solemn stars, of radiance mild, His eyes illume the golden shade, And sweetest lips that never smiled The finger hushes, on them laid. VIII. Oh, never yet in trance or dream That falls when crowned desire has died, So breathed the air of power supreme, So breathed, and calmed, and satisfied! Those mystic lips were not unsealed The temple's awful hush to break, But unto inmost sense revealed, The deity his message spake: IX. If me thou knowest, stretch thy hand And my possessions thou shalt reach: I grant no help, I break no band, I sit above the gods that teach. The latest-born, my realm includes The old, the strong, the near, the far, -- Serene beyond their changeful moods, And fixed as Night's unmoving star. X. "A child, I leave the dance of Earth To be my horned mother's care: My father Ammon's Bacchic mirth, Delighting gods, I may not share. I turn from Beauty, Love, and Power, In singing vale, on laughing sea; From Youth and Hope, and wait the hour When weary Knowledge turns to me XI. "Beneath my hand the sacred springs Of Man's mysterious being burst, And Death within my shadow brings The last of life, to greet the first. There is no god, or grand or fair, On Orcan or Olympian field, But must to me his treasures bear, His one peculiar secret yield. XII. "I wear no garment, drop no shade Before the eyes that all things see; My worshippers, howe'er arrayed, Come in their nakedness to me. The forms of life like gilded towers May soar, in air and sunshine drest, -- The home of Passions and of Powers, -- Yet mine the crypts whereon they rest XIII. "Embracing all, sustaining all, Consoling with unuttered lore, Who finds me in my voiceless hall Shall need the oracles no more. I am the knowledge that insures Peace, after Thought's bewildering range; I am the patience that endures; I am the truth that cannot change" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MILLE ET UN SENTIMENTS (PREMIERS CENTS) by DENISE DUHAMEL SUNDAY AFTERNOON by CLARENCE MAJOR I BROOD ABOUT SOME CONCEPTS, FOR EXAMPLE by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER EASY LESSONS IN GEOPHAGY by KENNETH REXROTH GENTLEMEN, I ADDRESS YOU PUBLICLY by KENNETH REXROTH ON FLOWER WREATH HILL: 1 by KENNETH REXROTH BEDOUIN [LOVE] SONG by BAYARD TAYLOR NATIONAL ODE; INDEPENDENCE SQUARE, PHILADELPHIA by BAYARD TAYLOR |
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