When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born. With monstrous head and sickening cry And ears like errant wings, The devil's walking parody On all four-footed things. The tattered outlaw of the earth, Of ancient crooked will; Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb, I keep my secret still. Fools! For I also had my hour; One far fierce hour and sweet: There was a shout about my ears, And palms before my feet.
Song Cycle by Rutland Boughton (1878 - 1960)
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- by Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874 - 1936), "The donkey", appears in The Wild Knight and Other Poems, first published 1900 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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Within the gentle heart Love shelters him, As birds within the green shade of the grove. Before the gentle heart, in Nature's scheme, Love was not, nor the gentle heart ere Love. For with the sun, at once, So sprang the light immediately; nor was Its birth before the sun's. And Love hath his effect in gentleness Of very self; even as Within the middle fire the heat's excess. The fire of Love comes to the gentle heart Like as its virtue to a precious stone; To which no star its influence can impart Till it is made a pure thing by the sun: For when the sun hath smit From out its essence that which there was vile, The star endoweth it. And so the heart created by God's breath Pure, true, and clean from guile, A woman, like a star, enamoureth. In gentle heart Love for like reason is For which the lamp's high flame is fann'd and bow'd: Clear, piercing bright, it shines for its own bliss; Nor would it burn there else, it is so proud. For evil natures meet With Love as it were water met with fire, As cold abhorring heat. Through gentle heart Love doth a track divine, -- Like knowing like; the same As diamond runs through iron in the mine. The sun strikes full upon the mud all day; It remains vile, nor the sun's worth is less. "By race I am gentle," the proud man doth say: He is the mud, the sun is gentleness. Let no man predicate That aught the name of gentleness should have, Even in a king's estate, Except the heart there be a gentle man's. The star-beam lights the wave, -- Heaven holds the star and the star's radiance. God, in the understanding of high Heaven, Burns more than in our sight the living sun: There to behold His Face unveil'd is given; And Heaven, whose will is homage paid to One, Fulfils the things which live In God, from the beginning excellent. So should my lady give That truth which in her eyes is glorified, On which her heart is bent, To me whose service waiteth at her side. My lady, God shall ask, "What dared'st thou?" (When my soul stands with all her acts review'd;) "Thou passed'st Heaven, into My sight, as now, To make Me of vain love similitude. To Me doth praise belong, And to the Queen of all the realm of grace Who endeth fraud and wrong." Then may I plead: "As though from Thee he came, Love wore an angel's face: Lord, if I loved her, count it not my shame."
- by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 - 1882), "Canzone: of the gentle heart", appears in The Early Italian Poets, first published 1861 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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