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For those that never know the light, The darkness is a sullen thing; And they, the Children of the Night, Seem lost in Fortune’s winnowing. But some are strong and some are weak, — And there’s the story. House and home Are shut from countless hearts that seek World-refuge that will never come.
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And if there be no other life, And if there be no other chance To weigh their sorrow and their strife Than in the scales of circumstance, ‘T were better, ere the sun go down Upon the first day we embark, In life’s imbittered sea to drown, Than sail forever in the dark. But if there be a soul on earth So blinded with its own misuse Of man’s revealed, incessant worth.
Or worn with anguish, that it views No light but for a mortal eye, No rest but of a mortal sleep, No God but in a prophet’s lie, No faith for “honest doubt” to keep; If there be nothing, good or bad, But chaos for a soul to trust, — God counts it for a soul gone mad, And if God be God, He is just. And if God be God, He is Love; And though the Dawn be still so dim.
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It shows us we have played enough With creeds that make a fiend of Him. There is one creed, and only one, That glorifies God’s excellence; So cherish, that His will be done, The common creed of common sense. It is the crimson, not the gray, That charms the twilight of all time; It is the promise of the day That makes the starry sky sublime.
It is the faith within the fear That holds us to the life we curse; — So let us in ourselves revere The Self which is the Universe! Let us, the Children of the Night, Put off the cloak that hides the scar! Let us be Children of the Light, And tell the ages what we are! Down by the flash of the restless water The dim White Ship like a white bird lay.
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Laughing at life and the world they sought her, And out she swung to the silvering bay. Then off they flew on their roystering way, And the keen moon fired the light foam flying Up from the flood where the faint stars play, And the bones of the brave in the wave are lying. ‘T was a king’s fair son with a king’s fair daughter, And full three hundred beside, they say.
Revelling on for the lone, cold slaughter So soon to seize them and hide them for aye; But they danced and they drank and their souls grew gay, Nor ever they knew of a ghoul’s eye spying Their splendor a flickering phantom to stray Where the bones of the brave in the wave are lying.
Through the mist of a drunken dream they brought her (This wild white bird) for the sea-fiend’s prey: The pitiless reef in his hard clutch caught her, And hurled her down where the dead men stay. A torturing silence of wan dismay — Shrieks and curses of mad souls dying — Then down they sank to slumber and sway Where the bones of the brave in the wave are lying. Children of the Night PDF Book
ENVOY Prince, do you sleep to the sound alway Of the mournful surge and the sea-birds’ crying? — Or does love still shudder and steel still slay, Where the bones of the brave in the wave are lying? Up from the street and the crowds that went, Morning and midnight, to and fro, Still was the room where his days he spent, And the stars were bleak, and the nights were slow.
Year after year, with his dream shut fast, He suffered and strove till his eyes were dim, For the love that his brushes had earned at last, — And the whole world rang with the praise of him. But he cloaked his triumph, and searched, instead, Till his cheeks were sere and his hairs were gray.
“There are women enough, God knows,” he said. . . . “There are stars enough — when the sun’s away.” Then he went back to the same still room That had held his dream in the long ago, When he buried his days in a nameless tomb, And the stars were bleak, and the nights were slow. Children of the Night PDF Book
And a passionate humor seized him there — Seized him and held him until there grew Like life on his canvas, glowing and fair, A perilous face — and an angel’s, too. Angel and maiden, and all in one, — All but the eyes. — They were there, but yet They seemed somehow like a soul half done. What was the matter? Did God forget?
But he wrought them at last with a skill so sure That her eyes were the eyes of a deathless woman, — With a gleam of heaven to make them pure, And a glimmer of hell to make them human. God never forgets. — And he worships her There in that same still room of his, For his wife, and his constant arbiter Of the world that was and the world that is.
And he wonders yet what her love could be To punish him after that strife so grim; But the longer he lives with her eyes to see, The plainer it all comes back to him. “Where are you going to-night, to-night, — Where are you going, John Evereldown? There’s never the sign of a star in sight, Nor a lamp that’s nearer than Tilbury Town. Children of the Night PDF Book
Why do you stare as a dead man might? Where are you pointing away from the light? And where are you going to-night, to-night, — Where are you going, John Evereldown?” “Right through the forest, where none can see, There’s where I’m going, to Tilbury Town. The men are asleep, — or awake, may be, — But the women are calling John Evereldown.
Ever and ever they call for me, And while they call can a man be free? So right through the forest, where none can see, There’s where I’m going, to Tilbury Town.” “But why are you going so late, so late, — Why are you going, John Evereldown? Though the road be smooth and the path be straight, There are two long leagues to Tilbury Town.
Come in by the fire, old man, and wait! Why do you chatter out there by the gate? And why are you going so late, so late, — Why are you going, John Evereldown?” “I follow the women wherever they call, — That’s why I’m going to Tilbury Town. God knows if I pray to be done with it all, But God is no friend to John Evereldown. Children of the Night PDF Book
So the clouds may come and the rain may fall, The shadows may creep and the dead men crawl, — But I follow the women wherever they call, And that’s why I’m going to Tilbury Town.” Luke Havergal Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal, — There where the vines cling crimson on the wall, — And in the twilight wait for what will come.
The wind will moan, the leaves will whisper some — Whisper of her, and strike you as they fall; But go, and if you trust her she will call. Go to the western gate, — Luke Havergal. No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies To rift the fiery night that’s in your eyes; But there, where western glooms are gathering.
The dark will end the dark, if anything: God slays Himself with every leaf that flies, And hell is more than half of paradise. No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies — In eastern skies. Out of a grave I come to tell you this, — Out of a grave I come to quench the kiss That flames upon your forehead with a glow That blinds you to the way that you must go. Children of the Night PDF Book Download
Yes, there is yet one way to where she is, — Bitter, but one that faith can never miss. Out of a grave I come to tell you this — To tell you this. There is the western gate, Luke Havergal, There are the crimson leaves upon the wall. Go, — for the winds are tearing them away, — Nor think to riddle the dead words they say, Nor any more to feel them as they fall; But go! and if you trust her she will call.
There is the western gate, Luke Havergal — Luke Havergal. Because he puts the compromising chart Of hell before your eyes, you are afraid; Because he counts the price that you have paid For innocence, and counts it from the start, You loathe him. But he sees the human heart Of God meanwhile, and in God’s hand has weighed Your squeamish and emasculate crusade Against the grim dominion of his art.
Never until we conquer the uncouth Connivings of our shamed indifference (We call it Christian faith!) are we to scan The racked and shrieking hideousness of Truth To find, in hate’s polluted self-defence Throbbing, the pulse, the divine heart of man. Whenever I go by there nowadays And look at the rank weeds and the strange grass, The torn blue curtains and the broken glass. Children of the Night PDF Book Download
I seem to be afraid of the old place; And something stiffens up and down my face, For all the world as if I saw the ghost Of old Ham Amory, the murdered host, With his dead eyes turned on me all aglaze. The Tavern has a story, but no man Can tell us what it is. We only know That once long after midnight, years ago.
A stranger galloped up from Tilbury Town, Who brushed, and scared, and all but overran That skirt-crazed reprobate, John Evereldown. Look you, Dominie; look you, and listen! Look in my face, first; search every line there; Mark every feature, — chin, lip, and forehead! Look in my eyes, and tell me the lesson You read there; measure my nose, and tell me Where I am wanting!
A man’s nose, Dominie, Is often the cast of his inward spirit; So mark mine well. But why do you smile so? Pity, or what? Is it written all over, This face of mine, with a brute’s confession? Nothing but sin there? nothing but hell-scars? Or is it because there is something better — A glimmer of good, maybe — or a shadow Of something that’s followed me down from childhood. Children of the Night PDF Book Download
Followed me all these years and kept me, Spite of my slips and sins and follies, Spite of my last red sin, my murder, — Just out of hell? Yes? something of that kind? And you smile for that? You’re a good man, Dominie, The one good man in the world who knows me, — My one good friend in a world that mocks me, Here in this hard stone cage.
But I leave it To-morrow. To-morrow! My God! am I crying? Are these things tears? Tears! What! am I frightened? I, who swore I should go to the scaffold With big strong steps, and — No more. I thank you, But no — I am all right now! No! — listen! I am here to be hanged; to be hanged to-morrow At six o’clock, when the sun is rising.
And why am I here? Not a soul can tell you But this poor shivering thing before you, This fluttering wreck of the man God made him, For God knows what wild reason. Hear me, And learn from my lips the truth of my story. There’s nothing strange in what I shall tell you, Nothing mysterious, nothing unearthly, — But damnably human, — and you shall hear it. Children of the Night PDF Book Free
Not one of those little black lawyers had guessed it; The judge, with his big bald head, never knew it; And the jury (God rest their poor souls!) never dreamed it. Once there were three in the world who could tell it; Now there are two. There’ll be two to-morrow, — You, my friend, and — But there’s the story.
When I was a boy the world was heaven. I never knew then that the men and the women Who petted and called me a brave big fellow Were ever less happy than I; but wisdom — Which comes with the years, you know — soon showed me The secret of all my glittering childhood, The broken key to the fairies’ castle That held my life in the fresh, glad season When I was the king of the earth.
Then slowly — And yet so swiftly! — there came the knowledge That the marvellous life I had lived was my life; That the glorious world I had loved was my world; And that every man, and every woman, And every child was a different being, Wrought with a different heat, and fired With passions born of a single spirit; That the pleasure I felt was not their pleasure. Children of the Night PDF Book Free
Nor my sorrow — a kind of nameless pity For something, I knew not what — their sorrow. And thus was I taught my first hard lesson, — The lesson we suffer the most in learning: That a happy man is a man forgetful Of all the torturing ills around him. When or where I first met the woman I cherished and made my wife, no matter. Enough to say that I found her and kept her Here in my heart with as pure a devotion As ever Christ felt for his brothers.