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Two Songs from a Play
| I saw a staring virgin stand | | Where holy Dionysus died, | | And tear the heart out of his side, | | And lay the
heart upon her hand | | And bear that beating heart away; | | And then did all the Muses sing | | Of Magnus
Annus at the spring, | | As though God’s death were but a play. | | | | | | Another Troy must rise and set, | | Another
lineage feed the crow, | | Another Argo’s painted prow | | Drive to a flashier bauble yet. | | The Roman Empire
stood appalled: | | It dropped the reins of peace and war | | When that fierce virgin and her Star | | Out of the
fabulous darkness called. | | | | |
| In pity for man’s darkening thought | | He walked that room and issued thence | | In Galilean turbulence; | | The Babylonian starlight brought | | A fabulous, formless darkness in; | | Odour of
blood when Christ was slain | | Made all Platonic tolerance vain | | And vain all Doric discipline. | | | | | | Everything
that man esteems | | Endures a moment or a day. | | Love’s pleasure drives his love away, | | The painter’s brush
consumes his dreams; | | The herald’s cry, the soldier’s tread | | Exhaust his glory and his might: | | Whatever
flames upon the night | | Man’s own resinous heart has fed. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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