August and laurelled have been content to speak for an
age, and the ages that follow
Respect them for that pious fidelity;
But you have disfeatured time for timelessness.
They had heroes for companions, beautiful youths to
dream of, rose-marble-fingered
Women shed light down the great lines;
But you have invoked the slime in the skull,
The lymph in the vessels. They have shown men Gods
like racial dreams, the woman's desire,
The man's fear, the hawk-faced prophet's; but nothing
Human seems happy at the feet of yours.
Therefore though not forgotten, not loved, in gray old
years in the evening leaning
Over the gray stones of the tower-top,
You shall be called heartless and blind;
And watch new time answer old thought, not a face
strange nor a pain astonishing;
But you living be laired in the rock
That sheds pleasure and pain like hailstones.
The Bed by the Window
I chose the bed downstairs by the sea-window for a good
When we build the house; it is ready waiting,
Unused unless by some guest in a twelvemonth, who
Its latter purpose. I often regard it,
With neither dislike nor desire; rather with both, so
That they kill each other and a crystalline interest
Remains alone. We are safe to finish what we have to
And then it will sound rather like music
When the patient daemon behind the screen of sea-rock
Thumps with his staff, and calls thrice: "Come, Jeffers."