LILITH BOOK 1
PURE As an angels dream shone Paradise. Blue Mountains
hemmed it round; and airy sighs of rippling waters haunted it. Dim glades, and
wayward paths o erflecked with shimmering shades, and tangled dells, and
wilding pleasances, Hung moist with odors strange from scented trees. Sweet
sounds o erbrimmed the place; and rare perfumes, Faint as far sunshine, fell
mong verdant glooms. In that fair land, all hues, all leafage green Wrapt
flawless days in endless summer-sheen. Bright eyes, the violet waking, lifted
up where bent the lily her deep, fragrant cup; And folded buds, gainst many a
leafy spray The wild-woods voiceless nuns knelt down to pray. There roses, deep
in greenest mosses swathed, Kept happy tryst with tropic blooms, sun-bathed. No
sounds of sadness surged through listening trees.
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The waters babbled low ; the errant bees Made
answer, murmurous ; nor paled the hue The jonquils wore ; nor chill the wild
breath grew Of daisies clustered white in dewy croft ;Nor fell the tasseled
plumes as satin soft Upon the broad-leaved corn. Sweet all the day O erflowed
with music every woodland way; And sweet the jargonings of nested bird, When
light the listless wind the forest stirred. Straight as the shaft that gainst
the morning sun the slender palm uprears, the fairest one the first of
womankind sweet Lilith stood, A gracious shape that glorified the wood. About
her rounded shoulders warm and bare, Like netted sunshine fell her lustrous
hair; The rosy flush of young pomegranate bells Dawned -on her cheeks ; and
blue as in lone dells Sleep the Forget-me-nots, her eyes. With bent Brows,
sullen-creased, swart Adam gazed intent upon a leopard, crouched low in its
place beneath his feet. Not once in Lilith s face He looked, nor sought her
wistful, downcast eyes With shifting shadows dusk, and strange surprise.&
quot; O, Love," she said, "no more let us contend! So sweet
is life, anger, methinks, should end. In this, our garden bright, why dost thou
claim Ever the highest place, the noblest name? Freely to both our Lord gave
self-same sway.
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O er living things. Love, thou art gone
astray! Twin-born, of equal stature, kindred soul Are we; like dowed with
strength. Yon stars that roll Their course above, down-looking on my face, See
yours as fair; in neither aught that s base. Thy wife, not handmaid I, yet thou
dost say, I first in Eden rule. Thou, then, hast sway. Must I, my Adam, mutely
follow thee ? Run at thy bidding, crouch beside thy knee? Lift up (when thou
dost bid me) timid eyes? Not so will Lilith dwell in Paradise.& quot; Mine
own,& quot; Adam made answer soft,& quot; twere best Thou didst forget
such ills in noontide rest. Content I wake, the keeper of the place. Of equal
stature? Yea! Of self-same grace? Nay, Love; recall those lately vanished eves,
when we together plucked the plantain leaves; Yon leopard lowly stretched at my
command Its lazy length beneath my soothing hand. At thee she snarled,
disdaining half, to sheathe Neath thy soft pleading eyes her milk-white teeth. Oft,
Love, in other times, in sheltered nook, we scattered pearly millet by the
brook. Lo thine lay barren in the sand. Quick mine Upspringing sifts o er pale
blooms odors fine: Hateful thy chidings grow; each breeze doth bring.
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Ever thy plaints thy fretful murmuring. These
many days I weary of thy sighs; Know, Lilith, I alone rule Paradise.& quot;
Thereat he rose, and quick at every stride The fawning leopard gambolled at his
side. So fell the first dark shadow of Earth s strife. With coming evil all the
winds were rife. Lone lay the land with sense of dull loss paled. The days grew
sick at heart; the sunshine failed; And falling waters breathed in silvery moan
A hidden ail to starlit dells alone As sometimes you have seen, neath household
eaves, Mong scents of Springtime, in the budded leaves, The swallows circling
blithe, with slant brown wing, Home-flying fleet, with tender chattering, And
all the place o errun with nested love So have you come, when leaves hung crisp
above The silent door. Yet not again, I ween, those shining wings, cleaving the
air, have seen Nor heard the gladsome swallows twittering there only the empty
nests, low-hung and bare, Spake of the scattered brood. So lonely were To
Lilith grown her once loved haunts. Nor fair the starlit nights, slow-dropping
fragrant dew, Nor the dim groves when dawn came shifting through. Far mong the
hills the wood-doves moan she heard.
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Or in some nearer copse, a startled bird; or
the white moonshine mong green boughs o erhead Wrought her full heart to tears.
Sweet peace,& quot; she said,& quot; Alas lies slain!" With
musing worn, she brake At last her silence, and to Adam spake :& quot; Beyond
these walls I know not what may be Islands low-fringed, or bare; or tranquil
sea, Spaces unpeopled, wastes of burning sands, Green-wooded belts, enclasping
summer lands, Or realms of dusky pines, or wolds of snow, Or jagged ice-peaks
wrapt in purple glow, Or shadowy oceans lapped in fadeless sheen Yet there were
Paradise, were Lilith queen. To dally with my lord I was not meant; To soothe
his idle whims, above him bent, Warm in my milk-white arms, lull his repose, Nor
deep in subtle kisses drown his woes. Wherefore, since here no more dwells
love, I fly to seek my home in other lands. For why Should Lilith wait since
Adam s empty state More dear he holds than Lilith desolate? & quot; But
answer soft made Adam at the word, For faint his dying love, yet coldly stirred
Its ashen cerements :& quot; Nay, love, our home Within these garden walls
lies safe. Wouldst roam.
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Without? Sweet peace, by loss, wilt thou
restore one little loss, or miss it evermore? & quot; In goodly Eden, Adam,
safely bide, But I, for peace, nor love, nor life," she cried,&
quot; Submit to thee. Unto our Lord I own Allegiance true; my homage his alone.
Oft have I watched the mists athwart yon peaks, Pursuing oft past coves and
winding creeks, Have thought to touch their shining veil outspread, In happy days
ere Love, alas, was dead; So now, farewell ! Ere the new day shall break Adown
their gleaming track, my way I take. & quot; She turned; but ere the gate
that looked without She reached, one fleeting moment paused in doubt Upon a
river s brink. In one swift glance all coming time she saw. A weird romance
Wherein she traced great peoples yet unborn, New springing cycles, strange
lands cleft with tarn Or pleasant vale, and green plains stretching far, And
quiet bays, and many a shingly bar, And troubled seas, with bitter perils past,
And elfin shapes that jeering flitted fast With scornful faces, leering lips
that smiled, Or bursts of laughter through that vision wild. Uncertain, then,
she stood, half loth to turn. & quot; Against yon deepening sky, how dimly
burn The stars, new-lit. Dear home, thou art so fair!" She fondly
sighed.
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Then sudden she was ware the angel near her
paused, whose watchful care
Guards Eden s peaceful bounds. Serene, his
air so tender-sweet, so pure the gentle face, She scarce dared look upon its
subtle grace. Sad were his eyes; his words, rebuking, fell Soft as the moonshine
clear, in sleeping dell. & quot; My sister, go not hence, lest these gates
bar Lilith forever out. From peace afar, Anger and pride shall lead through
distant ways
Thy feet reluctant, in the evil days. All is
decreed. At yonder southern gate Behold ! waits even now my princely mate. Thou
can st not tell which hath in our far land The highest place. Nay; nor, indeed,
whose hand
Hath grasped the noblest fame; nor yet divine
whose brows enwound with honor, brightest shine. In pleasant labor lurks no
thought of pain;
The greatest loss oft brings the noblest gain;
the heart s warm pulse feels not one throb of strife, And Love is holiest crown
of human life. Ere thou didst sleep, beyond the rim of night I heard a voice
that sang. The carol light, Scarce earth-born seemed. So sweet the matchless strain,
Its cadence weird, lowly to breathe again, Wrapt echo, listening, half forgot;
and o er
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And o er, as joyous birds unprisoned soar, the
free notes rose. And in the silence wide, across the seas, across the night, I
cried: O sinless soul, whose clear voice blithely rings Gainst the blue verge
of stars! Tis Lilith sings the happy song of love. O Love! The tint Of light
divine thou weariest. Thou hast no hint Of storm or turmoil, or of Sin s rough
ways, Whose feet to heaven climb, through darkest maze. Ah, Lilith, sure the
love that basely weighs, That stoops to count its gifts, and hoarding, says, Such
and so many, these indeed are mine ; I hold my treasure dear, nor covet thine ;
This is not love; tis Thrift in borrowed
dress, deceiving thee. Love giveth free largess with open hand, clean as the
whitest day; yea, that it gave, forgetteth it straightway. Beyond these walls
dwells bliss that lives not here? When thou hast bartered peace, outshining
clear and storm-tossed wide, art wildly driven hence, the outer world gives
thee no recompense.
Each shining sphere that trembles in blue
space Hath orbit true its own familiar place. Nor doth the planet pale that
gems the night Reel wanton down, the smallest star to smite. No twining vine,
tendril, or springing shoot Ere taught thee so ; for bud and leaf and root Doth
its best self lift upward into light,
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Yet climbing still, scorns not the sacred
right that shrines its fellow.
" So pattering rains The dark roots
drink and healthful juice slow drains Deep neath the mould ; and with their
secret toil Bear stainless, leaf and flow r above the soil. Noblest the soul
that self hath most forgot;
Strongest the self which hath most humbly
wrought ; Purest the soul that in full light serene,Unquestioning, enwrapt, God
s field doth glean. I have seen worlds far hence; thy tender feet Bleeding,
will tread their stony ways. And sweet is love. And wedded love, grown cold and
rude, more bitter-seeming makes dull solitude. Security is sweet; and light and
warm The young heart beats, close shut from every harm." Yet, Lilith
answered slow, in that still night Ere He, the garden s Lord, passed from our
sight, Hast thou forgot his words? Lo this fair spot Made for your pleasance;
see ye mar it not, Oh, twin-horn pair! So richly dight with grace of soul and
stature; unto whom the place I give. Together rule. Bear equal sway O er all
that live herein. Hath Lilith sought A solitary reign? Hath she in aught Offended
? Nay; tis Adam who doth break the compact. Therefore, unhindered let me take my
way far hence. I shall not vex his soul
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With fretful plaints, where unknown stars
shall roll, Far, far away," she sighed." Yet ere these bounds
Thy feet pass, linger. Lilith,list glad sounds that greet thine ear. Slow
cycles will pass on and in the time-to-be-bright years, grow wan; Old planets
fade, new stars shall dimly burn, But not to Eden s peace shalt thou return. Oft
from thy yearning heart glad hope shall fail. Thy fruit of life lift bloom all
sere and pale.
Certain, small comfort bides, when joy is
gone, In Great or Less. Grim Sorrow waits to lead thee on. Sorrow! Thou hast
not seen her pallid face. In thy most troubled dream she had no place
" Nay, I depart," she said, with lips grown chill. "
Fearless and free, exiled, but princess still. " I may not hinder thee,"
the Angel sighed ; " No soul unwilling here may ever bide." Slow
swung the verdant gates neath saddest eyes. Lilith forever lost fair Paradise.
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Stealing through the shade, and skirting
swift the walls of Paradise, through night s dark rift Lilith fled far; nor
stopped lest deadly snare
Or peril by the wayside lurked. The air grew
chill. Loud beat her heart, as through the wind Echoed, unseen, pursuing feet,
behind. Adown the pathway of the mist she passed, and reached a weird, strange
land at last. When morning flecked the dappled sky with red, and odors sweet
from waking flowers were shed, Lilith beheld a plain, outstretching wide, with
distant mountains seamed. Afar, a silvery tide the blue shore kissed. And in
that tropic glow Dim islands shone, palm-fringed, and low. In nearer space,
like scarlet arrows flew Strange birds, or mong the reedy fens, or through
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Tall trees, of unknown leafage, glancing,
went. Now Lilith seaward passed, and stooping, bent her hollowed hand above the
wave, and quaffed; for she was spent with wanderings wide. Loud laughed she
then, beholding on that silent shore rare shells, that still faint in their
pink lips bore Wild ocean-songs; and precious stones, that bright that dim sea
s marge, deep in the land of night Thick strewed. Then glad, she lifted shining
eyes,
Loud crying there, " O Lilith, now
arise, Great queen-triumphant ! See how wildly fair before me lies my realm!
And from its air Soft, sensuous, new life as ruddy wine, my spirit drinks. Nor
beauty so divine Hath Eden s self. Look, where upon the sands the garish mosses
spread with dainty hands, like goblin network fine, each fairy frond. And dusky
trees shut in broad fields beyond, and hang long trembling garlands,
age-grown-gray, From topmost boughs adown, athwart the day; And sweet amid these
wilds, bright dewy bells Ring summer chimes. And soft in fragrant dells, Mong
tender leaves, great spikes of scarlet flaunt about the pools the errant wild
bees haunt And thick with bramble-blooms pink petals starred, And dew-stained buds
of blue, the velvet sward.
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Scarce ripple stirred the sea; and inland
wend Far bays and sedgy ponds and rolling rivers bend. A land of leaf and
fruitage in the glow of palest glamours steeped. And far and low Great purple isles;
and further still a rim of sunset-tinted hills, that softly dim Shine gainst
the day.
" O world, new found," she
said, With treasures heaped and odors rare, mong flowers shed, For whose dear
sake I came o er flinty ways,
And paths with danger fraught; mong brambly
sprays, with bleeding feet, and shoulders thorn-pierced deep. But perils past,
fade fast. And I will weep My Eden lost no more." And sweet and low As
one who dreams, she said, " For now I know These mountain heights,
these level plains, are mine." She ceased, and inland quickly turned.
" Fair shine
Strange fruits thick-set, or blossoms lightly
tossed Low at my feet." Therewith, a dusk globe, crossed With golden
bands, from bent boughs, stripped she. Through The gleaming sphere its nectrous
juices drew, and thirsting cried as one grown drunken: " Mine these fruits
unknown, in thorny combs that shine.
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Or gray-green spikes that glow, dull on the
sands. Fain would I pluck, out-reaching eager hands, save that a marvel grows
of ruddier rind
Out-flinging fruity breath upon the wind, beneath
harsh spines half-hid. Nor drains My wilful spouse such nectars fine. Nor gains
His patient care the fruitage rare, these plains That heaps unheeded. Nay, nor
bearded grains
Golding this goodly land, where Lilith
reigns." So passed the glad years on-, and o er her home Its woods and
mountains, its clear streams to roam, She loved. The inmost throb of Nature s
heart She felt amid the grass. Each daintiest part Of Nature s work she knew ;
each gain, each loss.
And reverent watched on high the starry cross
Gleaming, mute symbol in that southern dome Of One the Promised One of days to
come. The rifted sea-shell on the shingly beach She scanned, pitying each
inmate gone. Each Named. Mong beetling crags, the sea-bird s home, Light-footed,
went. Or, idly, in the foam Under the cocoa-palms, her fingers dipped, Much
marveling to see where featly slipped Beneath the waves scaled creatures,
crimson-dyed
Or luminous: Barred-yellow, purple pied.
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Rose-tinted, opaline, or dight with stain, Rich
as the rainbow streaks, when through the rain The Sun s kiss falls. Much
wondered she when bright by sedgy pools, flamingoes stalked. And light the
startled ostrich bent his headlong flight O er desert bare. And on the woody
height Trooped zebras, velvet-brown. The date s green crest beneath, the
peaceful camels lay at rest. And slender-straight camelopards the boughs
Down-drew, the lush-green leaves thereon to browse. Or oft mong oozy bogs, or
through the fens, Fearless she went, when low, mong reedy dens The water-courses
by, huge creatures slept, Or in the jungles spotted panthers crept, And in the thickets
deadly serpents wound Like blossomed wreaths, their coils upon the ground. All
forms of life she saw; with tenderest care Uplifting humblest sprays, or blooms
most rare. Pierced the deep heart of Nature s subtlest lore, Touched highest
knowledge, probed the inmost core of hidden things. She tracked each circling
world and the wide sweep of billows lightly curled. Each page the Master writ
she read, close furled
In lotus blooms, or, mong the storm-clouds
whirled; or traced, star-lettered, on the flaming scroll The night unwinds
toward the southern pole.
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And sometimes wiling idle days, she wove in
quaint device, gems from her treasure-trove, Rare garlanded, or set in flashing
zone Soft emerald, sapphire pale, and many a stone Out-gleaming amethyst. Her
yellow hair
Among, the glinting diamonds shone. And there
the sultry topaz burned. And laughing, twined she round her bare white throat
red rubies shrined In pearls. Or she among the haunts would rove that sheltered
island birds; or in the grove, Or mong the rocky cliffs, where dainty nests They
fashioned swift. She scaled the seaward crests, and on the sands piled turtle
eggs, when all about hoarse-shrieked the water-fowl; or call of plovers fell
among the tangled glens, or lonely bitterns boom came o er the fens. So
traversed she her realm, when mangoes green Baobabs by, showed freshest hues;
and sheen of silver touched acacias slight; and lone the solitary aloes, dreamed.
The moan of that far sea against the shore brake soft. And through that
blossom-burdened land as oft she roamed and far, sweet sped the passing days. Till
one dawned fairest, in whose noon-tide haze Sweet slumbering she lay, and dreamed-steeped
still, half conscious, caught the tinkle of a rill.
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In far off Paradise. More silver clear across
her thoughts, as once she loved to hear, Rippled the waters, low against the
stones where poised gemmed dragon-flies; and sudden moans Shook mong blue
flags. Waked, vague unrest and tender yearning rose within her breast, and
longing love, that she ne er more might still. When late upon her parting day
smiled chill,
Pensive she gazed upon the darkling land, with
lingering feet o er-passed the shining strand, and silent sat on an o erhanging
ledge, The sea o erlooking. Far the horizon s edge Athwart her gaze a rim of
blue hills cleft,
Whereat she sighed. " So rose, ere I
them left, So smiled, the dim hills round my Eden home. But I wherefore recall,
when far I roam, Dreams vanished gone ? And now since long time dead Is that
fair past, I fain would lay it low Where soft about it memories sweet may blow As
summer winds the fallen leaves among." Then passed her tender thoughts,
and loud and glad As our morn wakens, strong that yesternight slept sad, She
sang. The song triumphant upward swelled, Unsorrpwed by soft dreams or thoughts
of eld As fresh the full, free, mellow notes did rise AS the blithe skylark s
strain, anear the skies.
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High, high, bold Eagle, soar; I watch thy
flight, above thy cragged rock.
Below thee, torrents roar, Down-bursting wild
with angry shock Upon the vales. O proud bird, free, my spirit, mounting,
follows thee, Still follows thee, still follows thee. Sea O Sea so wide! Far
roll thy waves ere yet they find thy shore. " hear thy sullen tide. Break neath
the beetling cliffs with muffled roar. Afar, afar, O moaning Sea, My roving
soul still follows thee, still follows thee, still follows thee. O Whirlwind
black O strong! Thy scorching breath fierce burns the crouching land and thou
dost sweep along the raveled clouds. O Whirlwind, see my spirit rising, follows
thee, Still follows thee, still follows thes. Nay, nay! My dauntless soul, still
higher than thy wing, O Eagle, soars, and wider still than roll
Thy waves, and further than thy shores, My
spirit flees O Sea O Sea No more it follows, follows thee. Whirlwind, more
strong than thou my soul, that fearless leaps to thine embrace And thy stern,
wrinkled brow Ooth tender touch and soothingly, and vassal art thou still to
me, that no more, Whirlwind, follows thee.
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Swift changed her mood, and darkened in her
face. As sometimes in an open, sunny place the sudden dusks o er crinkling
waters run, so fell her thoughts to music. And as one that grieves, she sang.
That lay soft, weirdly clear, The babbling waves made murmurous pause to hear: Fair
land ( she sang ), O sun-steeped realm of mine, The Sun, thy lover, hath his
farewell kiss. I only pine while dim stars shine. Strong is thy Day-god! yet
his parting kiss Falls soft upon thy faltering lips. O land, Thou hast a bliss I
ever miss. Fast comes the night, and warm, for thy dear sake, the shadows curtain
dusk, thy lonely rest. I only wake my plaint to make. Fair land, my lover cold,
doth careless take from my shut lips his flight. Here leaves me lone my moan to
make, My heart to break. She ceased. But still the song did float and fade, as
failing sunshine soft, in woodland glade. And Lilith, listening, heard so wild,
so shrill, Yet dream-like, far, again that tinkling rill.
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In Paradise. And o er her spirit swept A
sadness bitter-sweet, as neath the green palms crept The wind, low-sighing, faint.
As from lone nest
A bird torn pinion lifts, striving to soar to
shelter safe, so, Edenward once more Turned Lilith s drooping thoughts. Uprose
she then, And brooding, homeward slowly went again.
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Through her realm she walked, and glad or
lorn she mused. So, loitering, it chanced one morn when lone she sat upon a
mountain height, one sudden stood anear, whose dark eyes bright Upon her shone.
Pallid his face, and red His smileless lips. " who art thou? "
Lilith said, and faint a hidden pain her hot heart stirred, When low, and rarely
sweet, his voice she heard. She looked, half-pleased and half in strange
surprise Shrank neath the gaze of those wild, starry eyes. " Oh, dame,
the stranger said, " where waters leap Bright glancing down, I rested
oft, where steep Thy Eden o er, bare-browed, a peak uprose. Naught craving bloom
or fruitage nay, nor those Frail joys Adam holds dear. One only boon I sought
of all his heritage. Fair neath the moon I saw thee stand; and all about thy
feet the night her perfume spilled, soft incense meet. Then low I sighed, when
grew thy beauty on my sight, some comfort yet remains, if that I might
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From Adam pluck this perfect flower. Some
morn If I (some dreamed-of morn, perchance slow-born) this flawless bloom,
white, fragrant, lustrous, pure
For ever on my breast might hold secure. Yea,
for thy love, through darkling realms of night I followed thee, sharing thy
fearful flight Unseen. Lo, when thy timid heart, behind Heard echoing phantom
feet upon the wind,
Twas I, pursuing o er the day s last brink; Wherefore,
I now am here. O Lilith, think How over-much I love thee, and how sweet Were
life with thee ! O weary naked feet, with me each onward path wilt thou not
tread? Or, if thou endest here thy quest," he said, " Let me
too bide with thee." Made answer low Lilith thereto : "
Meseems not long ago One stood at Eden s gate like thee. But thy face Is
darker, red thy lips. Of kingly race I know thee. Say, whence comest thou, O
prince? " Nay, then," he sighed, " an outcast I,
long since From Heaven thrust out; yet now, the curse is past, Nor mourn I
Heaven lost, if at the last Thy love I win. Yea, where thou art, I know Is
Heaven. And bliss, in sooth " (oh, soft and low, He said, lives ever
in thy smile.
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His speech thus ended. And toward the sandy
beach He passed. Though long her eyes the stranger sought where curved the
distant shore, she saw him not. Soft through the trees the mottled shadows
dropped When Lilith in her pleasance sat. Half-propped Gainst mossy trunk her
slender length. Her hair
In sunny web, enmeshed her elbows bare.
Slowly the breeze swayed the mimosas slight As Eblis pushed aside the bent
boughs light. "O dame," he said, " it seemeth surely
meet Earth s richest gifts to lay at Lilith s feet; Therefore I said unto the
fairest one, Things loveliest beneath the shining sun I bring. Since of all
crafts in this young earth I am true master, unto her whose worth So much
deserves, I bear this marble sphere, Whose hollowed husk, well polished,
gleaming clear, Hides rarest fruit." Therewith the globe he showed,
The half whereof smooth-sparkling was: Half glowed With carven work ; embossed
with pale leaves light, And delicately sculptured birds in flight, And
clustered flowers frail. Lilith drew near With beaming eyes, and laid the
graven sphere Against her smiling lips ; o ertraced the vine That circled it
with fingers slim. " Mine, mine
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Is it, O prince? " she cried.
" I know not why its beauty doth recall the winds long sigh that
surged among the palms. Methinks is dead
Some summer-tide, that in its own sweet stead
Hath left upon the stone its imaging." Eblis replied : " On
earth, is anything More fair? If such thou knowest, Lilith, speak. That I, for
thee, surely would straightway seek. Say, if indeed thou findest anywhere, On
land or sea, created things so rare ? " And Lilith answered, On this
earth so round, Naught else so lovely anywhere I found. So shames it meaner
work so had I said but see yon nodding palm that droops its head Low sighing o
er the wave. Bring me a bough So feathery-fine. Turn thy white sphere! Now On
its cold, fair surface, Eblis, canst thou such branches carve, or tender
fronds, that we Bright waving on the cocoa, these may see? " And Eblis
wrought till grew upon the stone such airy boughs as on the cocoa shone. Then
Lilith cried : " Skilled craftsman, proven thou! Didst thou, then,
make my cocoa-tree? Thy bough Pale graven give the grace of its green crown
when through it night winds gently slip adown. No charm of color, nor of
change, nor glow of blue noon sky, thy carven work doth show.
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Let dusk bees visit it or sip the breath From
thy chill marble buds." Then, Lilith saith, " Eblis hath
wroughten noblest on this earth." He answered quick, " Poor
bauble, little worth To Lilith ! Ope thy slighted husk, reveal The miracle thy
rough rind doth conceal ! " He touched a hidden spring, and wide apart
the riven sphere showed its white hollow heart, and in the midst a gem; the
which he laid Wkhin her hand. " Behold," he said, " I
made Most fair for thee this lustrous blood-red sard, And deftly traced its
gleaming surface hard
With carvings thick of bright acacias slim,
Pomegranates lush and river-reeds. Its rim A spray of leaves enchased, white as
with rime
Night fallen. Slow drags the lagging time, I
said, till one day shines upon the breast of her, whose perfect beauty
worthiest it decks, this gem. The token, Lilith, take; if lovelier there be,
for Eblis sake Keep silent; yet with me, oh Lilith, go awhile from thine own
land. Then shall I know
The gem finds favor in thine eyes. "
Then she Turned from her pleasance and all silently Passed to the sea, across
the yellow strand that, glimmering, ringed her shadowy land.
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Oh cool he said, the lucent waves that fret the
barren shore, and curl their scattered spray wet Gainst thy hand. Come! My
longing pinnace waits
To bear thee far. Her slender keel now grates
Upon the beach ; and swift her shapely prow Will skim the deep, as swallows
fleet wing. Thou
Seest! comely and strong it is. For thee Its
golden sails, its purple canopy.
With skin of spotted pard, I cushioned it.
Ere the fresh breeze doth die, light let us flit across the sea. No craft so
proud, so staunch, Goes glancing through the foam. I safely launch Her now, and
speed to fairy isles. Come thou With me." And glad she crossed the
burnished prow ; And mong the thick furred rugs sat down. " Oh craft,
Fair fashioned, lightly built, speed far," she laughed ; "To
other lands bear Lilith safe." As sailed They idly on, her slender
hand she trailed Among the waves, and sudden cried, " Indeed, A craft
stauncher than thine floats by. What need Hath it of helm, or prow, or silken
sail, Sure harbor finding when the ocean gale Fast drives it onward?"
A nut she drew, round, Rough, coarse-husked, forth from the wave. " Lo,
I Found.
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She said, " this boat well built.
The cocoa-tree cast it amid the foam. Its pilot free, the summer wind; its
port, the misty shore of ocean isles. It fades from sight. No more, We say, it
sails the wild uncertain main,
But when the drifting days are gone, again We
turn our prow, and reach the barren isles Where, stranded as we went, the nut.
Now smiles above ; a bending tree. Aloud we cry, A miracle is wrought! We draw
anigh. Behold, the cocoa, towering, doth spring Forth from the brown nut s
heart. About it cling Sweet odors faint; and far stars trembling peep. When
through its bowers cool the breezes creep. Strong, indeed, thy boat, well
builded! I wis There be yet other craft as firm, Eblis, That o er these trackless
waters boldly glide. Brave Nautilus afar, doth fearless ride, with sails of gossamer.
So, too, doth spread, to summer airs, his silken gleaming thread, The
water-spider fleet, free sailor true That in the sunshine floats, beneath the
blue, Glad skies. And through the deep, all sparkling, slip A thousand insect-swarms,
that, rippling, dip Amid the merry waves. Bright voyagers that roam the sultry
seas! Look, the wind stirs Our creaking sails ! Thy pinnace flying o er The
ocean s swell, fast leaves the fadirfg shore;
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Yet faster still the Nautilus sails by, And
darts the spider quick. And swifter fly the insect-fleets among the foam; yet
think Not when among the billows wild doth sink Thy bounding boat, I fear. Nor
would I slight
Thy skill, that made it strong, and swift,
and light, And trimmed it gayly, for my sake." Now near A jutting
shore Prince Eblis drew, where sheer
The brown rocks rose. And just beyond, a slim
Beach of white sand curved to the ocean s brim. Thereto he came, and high upon
the strand Drew the boat s keel. " Welcome, fair queen, to land That
Eblis rules," he said. " I fain would show Thee what thou
hast not seen in the warm glow Of thy glad home. This blighted shore of mine No
verdure hath, nor bloom, nor fruits that shine Mong drooping boughs. Far inland
gloom lone
peaks O er blackened meads; or from their
bare cones leaps Gaunt, crackling flame; or crawl like ashen veins The
smouldering fires across the stricken plains. Deep in these yawning caves black
shadows lie that shall be lifted never more. Come, I Enter! Know thou what
treasure by the sea I gathered other time." Therewith showed he
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Hid mong the high heaped rocks a dusky grot where
never sunshine fell. A dismal spot Where dank the sea-weeds coiled and cold the
air Swept through. And stooping, Eblis downward rolled Before her webs of woven
stuff, in fold
Of purple sheen, enwrought with flecks of
gold. Great wefts of scarlet and of blue, thick strewn With pearls, or cleft
with discs of jacinth stone;
And drifts of silky woof and samite white, And
warps of Orient hues. Eblis light Wound round her neck a scarf of amber. Wide Its
smooth folds sweeping flowed ; and proud he cried, "Among these hills,
in the still loom of night,I wrought for Lilith s pleasing, all. And bright Have
spun these webs, in blended morning hues And noontide shades and trail of
silver dews
Hereon have set fair traceries of cloud-shine
And tints of the far vales. The textures fine Glow with sweet thoughts of thee.
And otherwhere Hast thou such fabrics seen, or colors rare As these?"
Dawned in her eyes a swift delight,And low she cried, "Oh, wondrous is
the sight,And much it pleaseth me. But yet," she said,Beside my knee
one morn, its hooded head A Hage reared. Its gliding shape so near To subtler
music moved, than my dull ear Could catch. Its velvet skin I gently strake,Watching
the light that o er its heaped coils brake
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In glittering waves. Within its small, wise
glance, Flame silent slept, or quick in baleful dance before my startled gaze
quivering did wake. Fair is thy woof, soft woven, yet the snake Out-dazzles it.
The beetle that doth boom Its dull life out among the tangled gloom, Lift his
wide wing above thy weft, or trail His splendor there, and thy poor web will
pale ; Yea, the red wayside lily that doth snare The girdled bee, is softer
still, more fair Than finest woven cloth." But tenderly She smoothed
the gleaming folds. " Much pleaseth me, Natlhess," she said, such
loveliness, Then brought.He tapestries of fleeces fine, well wrought In colors
soft as woodland mosses tinge,Or glow of autumn blooms: Heavy with fringe Of
downward sweeping gold ; arras, where through Showed mottled stripes, or
arabesques of blue, Broad zones of red, and tender grays, and hue Of dropping
leaves. "Lilith," he said, "when rolled The
storm-tossed billows round these caves, behold I spun these daintily. Twere
hard to find Such twisted weft or woven strand." "Oh,
kind,She said,is Eblis, unto whom I fain Would give due thanks. His gorgeous
train But yesterday I saw the peacock spread ; Bright in the sun gleamed his
small crested head;
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His haughty neck wrinkled to green and blue, And
since I needs must truly speak, I knew Not color rich as his : and I have seen
The curious nest among the branches green, The busy weaver-bird plaits of thick
leaves, And in and out its pliant meshes weaves ; And since thou sayest twere
hard to match thy fine, Strong, woven fabrics, watch the weaver twine His
cunning wefts. Though still," she said, " think not I scorn
thy gifts, Prince Eblis; for I wot Their worth is greater than my tongue can
say."
Then Eblis deeper in the cave led her a
little way, And showed a stately screen of such fine art One almost felt the
breeze that seemed to part
The pictured boughs. And o er the stirless
lake Dreamed the swift, wimpling waters sudden brake Among the willows on its
brink and flowers Of scarlet, shining-clean from summer showers; And Eblis
said," Cold praise a friend should spare This picture true. Certain
naught else will dare
Vie with such beauty." Archly Lilith
took The rose from her bright hair, and lightly shook The dewdrop from its
heart. " I loving, touch," She said, "these petals
smooth. O, Eblis, such
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Give to thy painted blooms; give its cool
sheen of morningtide, the mossy, lush leaves green That fold it round. Give its
faint, fragrant breath,
When with the fickle breeze it dallieth. Nay,
fairer still my rose than gilded screen, Though it be limned with perfect art,
I ween."
Thereat smiled Eblis bitterly. "I
bring One parting gift," he said, " a dainty thing ; Perchance
in other time it will recall
One who strove long and patiently through all
These days to win thy praise." An oval plane Of crystal gave he her;
of fleck or stain
Clear-gleaming. Of ivory carven fine The
frame. And when she looked, Divine,He laughed, " the beauty it
enshrines. Canst claim Aught else is fairer?" And Lilith again Gazed
in the glass, her face beholding there, Her pink flushed cheeks, her yellow
streaming hair. Quick came her breath. " O prince," she
slowly said, " Fair is the stranger. Bid those lips so red Speak once
to Lilith. For methinks the voice
Of such in music flowed. Let me rejoice
Therein." O glorious counterfeit ! " cried He. " Lovelier
is not on this earth wide!
Behold, sweet Lilith, tis thine own pure face
that lends my happy mirror perfect grace it else had not. Bid thou thine image
speak!
No other happiness I elsewhere seek.
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If the soft tale she whispers be of ma "
And Lilith answered gravely,
" I know thee, Eblis. Master indeed
of all crafts thou Red Sard, and marble sphere, and agile prow of pinnace light
well wroughten were by thee
And decked full fair. And, beauteous to see,Fine
woven weft and web, and the tall screen O errun with painted bloom, crystal,
with gleam Of Lilith s face thou madest these. Mayhap Beetle and asp likewise
didst tint didst wrap The green about my rose, and richly fringe My cocoa-tree,
or peacocks train didst tinge With dazzling hues. Methought thou wert a prince,
but now Lilith should humbly kneel, since Thou art far higher than she deemed,
if thou Madest these wondrous things." And lowly now As she would
kneel, she drew anigh. But he Cried, shrinking, " Nay, I made them not."
And she Low questioned, " Eblis, tell me who then, did make Them all.
Who set the creeping hooded snake and stealthy pard within the thorny brake, And
spread the sea, and wreathed the waterfall With foam? Who reared the hoar
hills, towering tall Above the lands ? " With eyes wild flashing, low He
groaned: " O Lilith, ask me not. My foe He was he is. Trembles with
wrath my frame If I but faintly breathe his awful name.
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Lilith replied, Meseemeth, master true Of
every craft is He."
Forth the two from that drear cavern passed.
Ere the water s brim They gained, he plucked the wilding reeds, that slim Stood
by a brook. " my pipe I make, one strain Harmonious to wake. Nor yet
again Shalt thou such fresh notes hear. Music like mine Methinks thou hast not known
in any time." He laid his pipe unto his lips, and blew A blast, wild,
piercing, sweet. The far hills through it rung. And softer fell, yet wild and
clear. It ceased. With drooping eyes, " Once I did hear A song as
wildly clear, as sad," she said, " In mine own realm."
And as she spoke, dark dread The sky grew with a coming storm. " Oh,
haste, He cried ; " seek refuge ere this dreary waste Reeks with the
rain ! " and fast they sped Back to his ocean-cave. There safe, o
erhead They watched the piling clouds. With angry roar The baffled billows
broke upon the rocks. O er them rushed the shrieking storm. Wild through the
grot Wandered the prisoned wind, a troubled ghost that sought Repose. Or low did
moan, and trembling, wail, like some sore-hearted thing that hideth, pale.
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And dare not front the day; and wilder still,
in chords melodious, swelled or sank, until She sighed, " Oh, this
weird harp among the caves,
Strange players hath! For loud as one that
raves, it rises. Now more sweetly fade away Its mellow notes than thy thin
pipes." One day,"
He said, " mayhap my strain may
please, when wind Doth not outpipe my slighted reeds. Unkind Thou art."
The storm is past ; to mine own land I would return," she said. And
Eblis o er the strand Led her. And homeward silent turned his prow that swiftly
through the swirling waves did plow. But when they parted, Eblis mused,
" I know No gift soever winneth her, rich though It be and seemly.
Into this pure soul, through fear of ill, I enter; or by goal of future gain
before it set. So came He to her pleasance yet again. A flame Leaped high above
a brazier that he bore, its sweet, white, scented wood quick lapping o er. With
darkened face Eblis above her hung. " This hath, than my poor pipe, a
keener tongue," smileless and stern, he said. " Oh, dame, list
how the wild, crisp, crackling ruby flame Eats through the tender boughs. A trusty
knave It is, that serves me well, and loud doth rave
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As tiger caged. When I do set it free, with
angry fangs leaps on its prey. But see, it now sleeps harmlessly, till Eblis
calls his faithful servant back. Lilith, when falls the red fire at thy feet,
dost fear? " Nay, nay, She cried, and drew her white neck up. "
A way To tame it thou hast found. Believe me, since it is thy slave I too will
bind it, prince.
Should Lilith fear? Unfaltering, these eyes have
watched when rushing storm-clouds heaped the skies, And the black whirlwind,
with loud, deafening roar, Beat the torn waves; or whirled against the shore The
tumbling billows, with fierce lips that bit The shrinking land. And the
wreathed lightnings split The cloud with thunder dread: or wildly burst
Upon the sea the water-spout. Shall first She
fear thy flame, who feared not these?" " Fit mate Art thou
for Eblis," answered he. " His fate Share, great-souled one.
Thou wouldst not meanly shrink, Though his strong heart did fail. O Lilith,
think! The crown of clustered worlds thou mayest find, If thou with him who
loveth thee wilt bind Thy life." "Nay, far happier seems to
me Than eagle caged, the wild lark soaring free.
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She said. And through her rose-pleached
alleys strayed They to the sea. And tender music made That guileful voice ; yet
slow his wooing sped
Those summer days. But when were dead And
brown the crisping leaves, "Oh, love," he said, " Of
all the centuries, thou rarest bloom, Thy shut heart open wide. Its sweet
perfume, Though I should die, fain would I parting drink. Sleeps yet thy love ?
From me no longer shrink,
My Lilith. Oh, lift up thy tender eyes ; In
their blue depths doth happy morning rise ; Tis night if they be
closed." She softly sighed; And ancient strife recalling, thus replied
: " When dwelt a prince discrowned, well satisfied ? And fallen,
loving, still art thou a prince,
And otherwhiles might sorrow bring me, since It
might hap thou wouldst much desire her realm,Were Lilith thine ; for princes
seize the helm When Love lies moored, and bid the shallop seek Across the waves
new lands. But Love is weak, And so, alas, the craft upon the sands Is dashed,
while one, on-looking, wrings her hands. Such days I have outlived. Like Adam,
thou
Perchance will seek to bind the loosed. Then
how (If one hath drunken wine of liberty) Shall she, athirst, rejoice ; no
longer free, Be glad ?
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My love he said, "large-hearted
lives, Full dowers thee, and royal bounty gives, Nor knoweth law, save Lilith s
wish alone." Why, then," she answered, "on the
polished stone That fronts yon hill, write, Eblis, in full day, That other time
we read it clear, and say, Hereon are graven all those early vows We whispered
low aneath the summer boughs, Write every word. That so the stone shall be Ever
a witness mute twixt thee and me. Then shall I know thou seekest in me no
thrall For after-days, if thou make compact. All Thou hast said, write
now." Then on the stone, As she had said, graved Eblis, and thereon
Did set his seal. So wedded they: and hand In hand the wide world roamed. Or in
her land Abode. And oft, of hours, ere yet on earth He walked, she questioned.
Or he loosed with mirth Her yellow hair, down-streaming o er his arm; And
gainst his cheek her breath came sweet and warm ; As through his dusky locks
caressing played Her fingers slim; and shadows, half afraid, She saw in his
wild eyes. Or paths remote They trod, watching the white clouds rise and float
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Athwart the sky. Or by the listless main,Or
neath the lotus bough, slow paced the twain. Or dragon-trees spread their cool
leafy screen. And faint crept odors through the mangroves green,Where paused the
pair upon the sandy shore. Love-tranced, unheeded, swiftly passed them o er
Glad summer days: till one hour softly laid At Lilith s feet a fair, lone babe,
that strayed
From distant Dreamland far. So might one deem
That looked upon its face. Or, it might seem From other climes, a rose-leaf
blown apart, Down-fluttered there, to gladden Lilith s heart,
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TO that fair Elf-child other summers came; But
Lilith walked, heart-hungered, filled with shame, Naught comforted. And in that
shadow-land She sorrowing bore, in after-time, a band Of elfin babes, that
waked dim echoes long Forgotten there, and ghastly bursts of song.
Then Lilith saddened more, for that s-he knew
The curse was fallen now. And cried she through Fast-falling tears,
"Oh, me most desolate,
That shall not know in any time the fate Of
happier mothers! Nay, nor cool touch of baby hands. Oh, longed-for, loved so
much! Alas, my babes, ere yet hour-old ye fly, Out-spreading shining wings with
jeering cry, Afar from me. Most hapless I, from whom The crown of motherhood,
yet white with bloom, falls blighted ! Close in these empty arms fain Would I clasp
my babes! My tender pain But once could ye not solace ? Nay, tis vain ; I shall
not kiss their lips, nor hear again.
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As gladder mothers may, low-rippling, sweet,The
laughter children bring about their feet. Oh, soulless ones, can ye not wait
awhile,Till on your loveless lips I wake one smile ? " But merrily out-laughed
the phantom crew ;On shining pinions white, swift seaward flew,Or upward rose,
slow-fading in the blue ; Or lured her trembling, green morasses through.
And mong the frothy waves they vanished fast;
Or shrieked with glee borne on the wintry blast, And wilder raised their
warlock song. While fairer grew each day that elfin throng. To pluck the mangoes
brown, fair Lilith sped One morn. Quick throbbed her heart. On mossy bed lay
all her babes. With face like morning, shone One there, and wide her yellow
hair out-blown
As twere in play. Red-flushed her cheeks, and
deep about her lips the baby smiles. Asleep Was one, white-gleaming, pure as
pearl unseen In sunless caves, close-shut. And one did lean Against his fellow,
lithe, sun-flushed and brown, With rings of jetty hair that low adown His bosom
streamed. And one there was, whose dream O erflowed with laughter. And one did
seem
Half-waking. One, with dimpled arms in sleep
thrust elbow-deep in moss, that sure did weep
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Ere yet he slept, and on his cheek scarce
dried The wilful tears. Then low, pale Lilith cried As near she drew,
down-bending tender eyes:"And are ye here, my babes; and will ye rise If
I but break your sleep?" His naked feet One faintly moved as low she
leant; and warm His slumbrous breath stirred gainst her circling arm,And slow
aneath his closed lids slipped a waft Of wind, that loosed a trickling tear.
Its craft The mother-heart forgot thereat. "At last, Close to my
breast, my babes," she cried, and fast Laughing, outstretched her
eager hands and strong. Then lay with empty arms. The elfin throng Breasted the
pulsing air with mocking song." Alas,she said, "could ye not
give one kiss One tender clasp of hands ! And must I miss Your throbbing hearts
from my cold, barren breast, Ye soulless ones, that flout my lonely rest?
" There, prostrate, long lay Lilith, and there, late Mid dew-fall, Eblis
found his stricken mate." O Eblis, say o er me what curse hangs bare, For
now no more," she said, " this realm seems fair. Its fruits
grow bitter, all its light falls chill. With thee, my prince, poor Lilith mates
but ill
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Earth-born, with angel linked. Alas, is left No
joy to me, of my sweet ones bereft. Methinks soft baby lips might erewhile
drain From Lilith s famished heart its wildest pain. Wherefore, my Eblis, it
were wise to seek Surcease of grief. That Lilith, is so weak Who wedded thee ;
and that she sinned, knew not. Yet, if we part, mayhap may follow naught Of
other ills." Sweet love," he laughed, "o er-late Thou
art so timorous. At Eden s gate Not so, what time the angel barred her way My
Lilith stood. Shelter within my arms. Oh, say, Was not our young love sweet?
Hath it grown
Cold ? With me thou sharest endless life; nor
old, Nor shrivelled, shalt thou be. And not one trace of earth s decay (sure
doom of thy sad race)
Shall taint thy babes. For lo, I give Thy
soulless ones immortal youth. They live Without a pang. And yet, methinks the
cry Of Earth adown the ages sounds, when die Its babes; and mothers bend dumb
lips above, And fold still hands, that answer not their love. Lilith, doth not
indeed my love outweigh
Caresses missed from phantom babes? Astray From
Eden long, here in this fair domain To bide ; and through long cycles fearless
reign
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Methinks were joy. In summer sheen Wide
spreads thy land. The marge of islets green The palm-trees skirt. Soft shine
the dusk lagoons And inland mountains. Mirk the jungle s glooms, And fair thy
fertile plains. Oh, sweet the glow when we together watch the day, that low Among
the winds lies still. Shut lilies blow while here we wait. Come, for they fain
would show Their golden hearts. Or, love, with me to float Were it not sweet,
through flowery bays remote, Past coves and peaks? Or pierce yon ocean s verge,
And through wild tumbling waves our sails to urge? " Yea, sweet is
love," she said, " and sweet to roam By listless currents
lulled; or mid the foam Low dip our feathery oars," she sighed,
"yet sore Is still the mother-heart that hears no more The lisping
tongues. And sad, when baby smiles Have left it desolate. And baby wiles Shall
cheer it never more. " Yet, Eblis said,Lilith, no longer mourn. For I
have read Upon a scroll as samite glistening white,All coming fate, close hid
from human sight,
Great peoples yet shall dwell in these dusk
lands. Then shall thy children, shadowy bands That fly thy fond caress, with
them abide In closest fellowship. And though they hide
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Sometimes from human ken their better selves,
Still loved, remain these tricksy elves. Though yet indeed some quips and
pranks they play, Tis but a jest, men know, when far away The flickering
marsh-fires swift they light
And children follow their false tapers bright
Among the spongy bogs. The ship-lad smiles, When distant mid the waves the
phantom isles Rise green. Tis but a harmless jest that sets On lonely plains,
domes, mosques, and minarets, And o er the desert sands, mirage uplifts When
glimmering waves shine through deep rifts Of crested palms." Still
dearer they when wide To undiscovered lands men boldly ride Across new seas , and
turn their venturous prows. When tempests shriek, and wet about their brows The
salt spray dashes fierce, one, watching, cries, Good mates, no storm I fear,
for yonder rise The Elf-babes mid the foam. Ye goblin crew, That sail these
unknown seas, we follow you To harbor safe. Ho, ho ! With beckoning hands,
Wind-driven, loud they cry My mates ! the
lands, The golden lands we seek, are ours ! " In Earth s brown bosom
pent, the hardy wight Long in deep caverns dwells; and hard doth smite
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The rocky caves. Nor sees the golden spoil Through
weary days of wasted, lonely toil. From his wild eyes, far-flying hides the
prize, Till desperate, angered, worn, aloud he cries : Vain, vain! The caves my
labor answer not,
Nor yellow threads, that gleam in any grot.
Hard, cruel, silent hills, my strength ye mock, And seal your treasures close
in flinty rock ; So, after toilsome years, sweet wife, I bring To thee no
sparkling love-gift. Nay, nor anything To cheer our failing time.
"Then round him hears He sturdy blows, and listening, almost fears He
dreams. But swift the echoes rise, and still More loudly roll, and quick
replies the hill. Reverberant, through all the caverns round, The uproar
swells, and fills the world with sound.
Then lists he once again. With lusty shocks Your
hammers ring against the hard-ribbed rocks Goblins ! he boldly shouts, smite !
smite ! ye bring
My treasure forth, dark-beating goblin wing Among
the gleaming caves, whose dusk veins hold The gold. At last ! At last, the
ruddy gold! " And lone, in stricken fields, the husbandman Sits pale,
with anxious eyes that hopeless scan The burning sky. Hot lie the glimmering
plain And uplands parched. Behold, the bencjmg grain.
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Fair in the springtide, now is dead ; and dry
The brooks. If yet the rainfall fail, we die
Of famine sore. No bleating lambs I hear in
fold
Safe shut, nor lowing kine ; nor on the world
The whir of mounting bird : Nor thrives about
me
Any living thing. So seemed, end must be
Of striving. Since all the land is cursed,
What matter if by famine scorched, or thirst,
We die? he saith. "And thick the
warlock swarm
Above his head, wide-spreading dark wings
warm,
Fast flitted by. The waiting fields he stands
Among. And laughing, claps exultant hands.
Good speed ye, Sprites! that bring the
welcome
cloud And pile the vapors thick, he shouts
aloud.
Oh! sweet shall bloom again the bending
grain,
And clothe afresh the wide, the wasted plain.
The clouds sweep black. Ha, ha ! Against my
cheek
The big drops fall. Merry the goblins shriek.
Behold, they mount, they sink, they rise
again.
Ho, friendly elves, that bring the longed-for
rain !
Thereat, he, smiling, ceased. And when soft
crept
The listening stars across the sky, they
slept
Untroubled, Neath the mango-trees.
But when midway The night was spent, Prince
Eblis waking lay.
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Soft Lilith s breathing among the droop
leaves
stirred.
Slid he, sore troubled, mused on every word
That Lilith spake ere yet they slept. In all
Foreseeing much of ill that might befall
Their love. " O, queenly soul ! Of
finer grain
Thou art than angels are. And more in brain
Than man, I hold thee. Sooth, yet taints thee
still
One touch of womankind. And since so chill
She finds her babes, must I forego my vow?
For one flaw, Hope s clear crystal break? Oh,
how
Ally her cause with mine! So doth she long
For human love a baby hand is strong
To hurl my empire down. From her soft heart
Red, baby lips can drain revenge, and start
Unbidden tears. And pity wakes to life
When among dead embers she sits alone, and
strife
Is done.
"Then, at Regret s dull heels, lo,
fast,
Retrieving follows. Happy days long past
She will recall. If so for love she yearn,
Back to her early home once more will turn,
Pardoning her wilful lord. And he again
Shall win the woman I so love, and fain
Would hold forever. Lilith, thou one balm
Of my lost soul in all this world! Shall calm
My sufferings, or love me, any one, save
thee,
When thou in Adam s arms forgettest me?
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My only love! Nay, then, twere surely wise
To shut these baby faces from her eyes,
New seeds of wrath to sow, her hate so feed
That all her rankling wounds afresh shall
bleed.
And in her ears * Good Adam ! will I cry,
Lest she forget Eden she lost thereby.
Yea, Adam! I will laugh. Till her red lips
with guile
O erflow. And she shall curse him loud. With
subtlest wile
Safe won, then shall she ever be mine own.
Soul-bound to me in hate, more terrible than
death
In hate, that long outlasts Love s puny
breath
cunning craft, that with the self-same blow
Forever wins my love, and smites my foe !
"Last night, when Lilith slept, lest
I might mar
Her dreams, from our green couch I rose, and
far
Passed silent. Know I not the spell that
draws
My feet unwilling, Edenward. Its laws
1 may not brave to rend my foe. Nor there
The Angel pass, unseen. The night so fair,
As prone among the glistening leaves I lay,
On Adam shone. Not sad, as on a day
Erstwhile he seemed. And I could almost swear
The sound of silvery laughter on the air
Fell soft. And a fleet footfall mong the
flowers
Scattered the dew. Yet mid those silent
bowers
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Naught else I saw or heard save rippling flow
Of waters, and the moonshine white. Oh, low
Speak, Eblis, lest aloud the night may tell
Thy secret to the stars. Yet it were well
If lies the hidden cure for Lilith s woe
Close shut in Paradise.
"All would we know,
If we, close hid without those verdant walls,
Together watched. What fate soe er befalls
I care not, if with me she bide."
Down bent
He o er her hair, thick with the night-dew
sprent.
Soft kissed it, crying,
" Love, the morn shines
bright. Waken, my Lilith, now. Through lands
of night
Our happy course afar doth ever wend ;
Past smiling shores where mighty rivers bend,
Past cove and cape and isle, and winding bay
And still blue mists, that hang athwart the
day."
Thereat she rose, and joyously they sped
By broad lagoons where musky odors shed
New blooms. About them coiled long wreaths of
vine, And slim lianas drooped, and marish
lichens fine.
And fared they on o er many a slanting beach
And mountain crest; past many an open reach
And forest wild till over Paradise
They saw the stars, clear, tender, loving,
rise.
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Then neath the screen of those rose-girdled
walls
They hid without, listing the waterfalls,
Or bird belated, twittering to its nest.
So still the spot, the very grass to rest
Seemed hushed.
The garden-close, a clinging rose o ercrept.
Its lustrous stem without that drooping swept
Thick set with buds as tintless as the snows
On sunless hills, when wild the north wind
blows.
Lilith a-tiptoe stood; upreaching, caught
The swaying boughs. Her eyes with longing
fraught
Close scanned her old deserted home. Then
came
Upon her spirit sadness, as if blame
Unuttered breathed through those remembered
glades
And touched the odors moist mong mirky
shades.
With wistful gaze, she traced each bosky
dell,
Each winding path. And sweet youth s memories
fell
About her.
Then was she ware of Adam, slow
Pacing the pleasance-ways. With ruddy glow
Fresh shone his cheeks, and crisp his hair
outblown
By wanton winds. His lips were mirthful
grown.
Once he made pause hard by the coppice green
That hid the watcher. Once the leafy screen
So near he passed, from the o erhanging edge
He brushed a rose. The hindering hedge
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Quick through, in sudden blessing slim white
hand
Fain had she reached. "O Eden mine!
Dear
land,"
She sighed. And springing warm the tender
tide
Of teardrops gemmed the roses at her side.
So greets the weary wanderer once more
His early home. The lintels worn, the door
Age-stained; the iris clumps, in sheltered
nook;
The mill-wheel rotting o er the shrunken
brook;
The sunny orchard, sloping west ; and far
And cold, above his mother s grave, a star
Then quick unbidden tears, the heart s warm
rain,
O erflow his soul, and leave it pure again.
So Lilith backward turned to holier days,
Watching through misty tears where trod those
ways
Her feet in other times.
Sudden and sweet
Came down those paths a glimpse of flying
feet ;
A sound of girlish laughter smote the air.
In jealous rage, Lilith uprose to dare
The guarding Angel s wrath. But, silver
clear,
The mocking laugh of Eblis caught her ear.
" Thou hast forgot," he
said,
" this peaceful land,
Living, thou canst not enter."
But her hand
Grasped once again the roses shining strand,
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And neath her guileful touch, like scarlet
flame
The snowy flowers burned. So, first Earth s
shame
Around them set the spiked thorns.
Long there Pale Lilith looked, as coldly
still and fair
As carven stone. Then, with a fierce despair,
A sense of utter loss, downbending there,
With fingers hot she tore the hedge apart
And laid thereto her face. With sorer smart
She gazed again. For now, the twain at rest
Were laid. Pure as a dream, Eve s sinless
breast
A babe close pressed. One pink foot, small
and
warm, Among the leaves was hid. One dimpled
arm
Aneath her head. Low Eblis sneered.
"I wot
In young Eve s arms my Lilith is forgot.
Oh, soon," he said, "these
earth-worms changeful
turn From the oped rose when red the shut
buds burn."
But wild eyes on the babe she fixed.
"Oh, blind,"
She cried, "was I. Yea, if the
wanton wind
Doth mock, I will not chide. Was it for this
I wandered far, and bartered Eden s bliss?
For this have lost the very bloom of life?
So Adam comfort finds, not knowing strife !
Look you, that fragile thing at Adam s side
I heed her not. But Lilith is denied
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The treasure she so careless doth possess.
See how the babe, scarce waking, doth caress
The mother! Look! Oh, hear the mother croon
Above her child ! Ah, Eblis, love, I swoon
I shall not know such joy. Alas, to me
No babe shall come! Accursed may she be,
Cursed Adam too. Thrice heavy on the head
Of this poor babe my wrong be
visited."
So, trembling, she brake off.
"Fast fades the light, Sweet love.
Once more to our dark realm of night
Let us return," he said. As on fared
they With merry jest, Eblis gan cheer the way. "Nay, otherwhiles mirth
pleased," she said. " Knowest thou What name she bears, who
dwells in Eden now?
When Lilith went, long tarried Adam lone ?
" She said. Replied he,
"All to me is known
Since that same hour you parted. What befell,
To thee as we wend onward I will tell.
"Calm morn in Eden streaked the
skies with red,
And flushed the waiting hills above the
grassy bed
Where Adam, joyless, saw new rise the sun,
Unwinding golden webs night-vapors spun
Athwart low meads. Slow, droning murmurs sent
The waking bees, with bloom and fragrance
blent.
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Unheeded poured her music blithesome Day
The reedy brooks beside and shallows gray.
For lone to Adam seemed the place, and cold ;
The landscape dumb, as one aneath the mould.
For Lilith s sake, no more was Eden fair.
Bloomless the days, the nights bowed down
with
care.
Oft pacing pathways dim, he saw the gleam
Of strange-faced flowers beside the purling
stream,
Or toyed with circling leaves ; or plucked
the grass,
And watched through rifted trees the clouds o
erpass ;
Wide roaming, heard the waters idly break
Far gainst the curving beach.
" And grieving, spake,
( Oh, sweet with thee each hour each wilding
way,
And sweet the memory of each gathered spray.
Could you not wait, dear love ? Or come once
more ?
Yea, till you come, vain doth great Nature
pour
Her richest gifts. He paused, and heard alone
Respondent fall, the wood-dove s plaintive
moan,
And the spent winds among the scented glades.
Moss-couched beneath the glinting forest
shades,
He gazed, when shadows o er the hills crept
light,
Quick vanishing, like phantom fingers white,
Until on mead, and mere, and sounding shore
Eden found voice, sad plaining,
* Never-more !
Long time he pondered on blue peaks remote
When slow, as stranded ships that listless
float,
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Moved by the sunset clouds. Or the white rack
Swept o er the garden walls.
" Would I their track
Might take, he said, Lilith, so long you
stay.
Whom my soul follows sorrowing alway.
Thus ever mourned he, comfortless ; that so
In after days the Master, in the glow
Of morning-tide, the mother of the race
Gave for his solacement.
"Oh, fair the face
Young Eve bent o er his sleep. Ere down the
glade The startled fawn leaps swift, her
glance dismayed
Questions the hunter, mute. Such eyes so
brown,
So soft, so winning, shy that looked adown
When Adam waked. Like vagrant tendrils,
tossed
Dark hair about her brows. And quaintly
crossed
Her hands upon her breast. Less red the dart
That deepest cleaves the folded rose s heart,
Than her round cheeks. Not hers the regal air
Of Lilith lost, the white arms, lissom, bare,
The slender throat ; the elbows dimpled deep,
whereto
Might scarcely reach Eve s head.
" Yet soft, as through
Some pleasant dream, the summer s spicy air
Stirs odorous mong seaward gardens fair,
In southland hid ; so, gently, Eve
straightway
To Adam s life unbidden came, to stay
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Forever there. Sure entrance then made she
Into that heart untenanted by thee.
"
So, to some olden house, from whose shut
doors
One went erewhile, another comes. Its floors
All empty sees. The lowly threshold worn,
The moss-grown roof, the casements left
forlorn.
Amid the shadows round about him stands,
Missing the footsteps passed to other lands,
And whispers tenderly, Since here no more
The owner bides, what harm if on the floor
I pass ? Good chance it were the clambering
vine
About the porch with fingers deft to twine
To draw the curtains, ope the door. For who
May know how soon these paths untended,
through,
He comes again, with weary, way-worn feet,
Who made aforetime, other days so sweet.
Wherefore, I enter now. For whose dear sake
These vacant rooms, white, fragrant, clean, I
make.
And when, world-wearied, he returns, we twain
Perchance together bide. Nor part again.
So Eve found refuge. Tender love, the spell
Whereby she ruled. Peaceful the pair did
dwell.
Fast fled the happy years, till softly laid
In her glad arms the babe a winsome
maid."
He ended there. Between them silence deep
Fell, as they journeyed. And the furthest
steep
They crossed, that o er their shadow-world
rose high.
Then saw they level plains, their home,
anigh.
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And now, seeking her pleasance once again,
They came to their own land. But all in vain
His care. Silent she was, and oft did grieve,
Till Eblis wrathful cried :
" Because this Eve Adam holds dear,
art mourning? Still dost yearn
To mate his sordid soul? Or wouldst thou turn
From summer land to Eden walls?
"The man Belike, ne er loved thee.
So is it young Eve
can His pulses sway. Is she not passing fair
?
Her fancies wild, it is her daily care
To bend beneath his ever fickle will.
Red-lipped and soft, she deftly rules him
still,
Though he wist not. Yet sweeter Lilith s
frown
Than archest smile she wears. Great Soul !
The
crown Thou bearest of fadeless life. For
fleeting dreams
In Paradise, beside the winding streams,
Wilt thou resign such boon ? Thou art, in sooth,
Of mold too firm for Adam s love. In truth
A prince though fallen consorts best with
thee
Say which were wise, with Eden s lord to be,
Or, shining high, the purer soul, the star
That fadeless burns, and Eblis lights afar ?
Were it not grand through endless spaces
hurled
With me to drive, above a shrinking world
Our chariot, wide ?
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"For I foresee when dawn
Dark days upon our foes, and hope is gone.
Wherefore, my Lilith, now, as seems thee
good,
Make choice." Thereat she, turning
where she stood,
With kisses hung about his neck, and smiled,
Crying,
" Thine, Eblis, thine !
" So were they
reconciled.
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AND Lilith oft to Paradise returned,
For fierce within her, bitter hatred burned,
And better, dearer, seemed revenge than aught
She else desired. The coppice oft she sought,
Much hoping direful evil might be wrought
Upon the love that bloomed in Eden.
Wide
Oft strayed fair Eve; the little maid,
beside,
Plucking the lotus; or by sedgy moats,
From ribbed papyrus broad, frail fairy boats
Deft fashioning. Or Adam, watching, smiled,
With flowery wreaths engarlanding the child.
And laughed the pair, intent on pleasant
toil,
When blithe the child upheaped her fruity
spoil
Great globes of red and gold. Or roguish face
O er feathery broods, or in the further space
To count the small blue eggs, she sportive
bent;
And far her restless feet swift glancing
went.
It chanced one day she watched the careless
flight
Of vagrant butterflies, that circled light
Uncertain, high, above a copse rose-wreathed;
Then soft down-dropping, gaudy wings they
sheathed
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Beside a darkling pool. The copse anear
With yellow buds was strewn. And softly here
She crept, deeming her little half-shut hand
Might snare the fairest of that gleaming
band.
Yet ere she touched it, wide its wings
outspread
In flight. And still she, swift pursuing,
sped
Among the groves, till wearied, slept the
maid
Deep in the mid-day shadows, lowly laid.
Without, stooped Lilith. And with ringers
swift,
Among the leaves she oped a small green rift,
That she might see the child. The hedge was
wet
With starry blooms. Whereto her hand she set
When she awaked, seeing each dainty frond
Of fragrant ferns, dusk mirrored in the pond.
The child came near the copse, much
wondering:
From glossy stems the smooth leaves
sundering.
And stooping o er the rift, she saw there,
low
Against the hedge, a face like drifted snow,
And soft eyes, blue as violets show
Above the brooks ; and hair that downward
rolled
Upon the ground in glittering strands of
gold.
Mute stood the maid, naught fearing, but
amazed.
Then nearer drew, and lingering, she gazed
In those blue orbs. And smiling as she knelt,
The stranger quickly loosed her shining belt
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Of gems. Flawless each stone whose pallid
gleam
Lit silent nooks, or slept by far-off stream
Unheeded pale pearls with shimmering light,
From distant oceans plucked, blue sapphires
bright,
And diamonds rosy-cold, and burning red
The rubies fine, and yellow topaz shed
Its sultry glow, jasper, dull onyx white,
Sardonyx, rare chalcedon, streaked with
light.
Against her white breast that bright zone she
laid,
Then stretched it, flashing forth, toward the
maid,
And clasped it round her throat.
A luring strain
She sung, sweet as the pause of summer rain.
So soft, so pure her voice, the child it drew
Still nearer that green rift ; and low
there-through
She laughing stroked the down-bent golden
head
With her soft baby hands. And parting, spread
The silken hair about her little face,
And kissed the temptress through the
green-leaved
space.
Whereat fell Lilith snatched the babe and
fled,
Crying, as swift from Eden s bounds she sped,
And like a fallen star shone on her breast
The child, "At last! at last! thy
peaceful rest
Ere long will cease. O helpless mourn, frail
Eve,
Uncomforted. O hapless mother, grieve,
Since Lilith far from thee thy babe doth
bear!
She leaves thy loving arms, thy tender care.
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Nor canst thou follow anywhere my flight,
When far we go athwart the falling night.
Ah, little babe, close-meshed in yellow hair
Thou liest pale ! Fear not, thou art so fair,
Much comfort lives in thee."
So ended she,
And onward, hostile lands among, passed fleet
Blue solitudes afar, till paused her feet,
Where highest mong hoar climbing peaks,
uprose
A mountain crest.
It was the third day s close.
In those untrodden ways there was no sound,
No sight of living thing, the barren heights
around.
No hum of insect life, no whirring wing of
bird.
Bare rocks alone, all fissured, blotched and
blurred
As with red stain of battle-fields unseen.
Far, far below, still vales were shining
green.
And leaping downward swift, a mountain stream
Crept soft to sleep, where meadow grasses
dream.
Wan, wayworn, there, the babe upon her knee,
Lilith sat down. "O Eve,"
she said, "on me
The child smiles sweet ! Fondle her silken
hair
If now thou canst, or clasp her small hands
fair.
Thou hast my Paradise. Lo, thine I bear
Afar from thee. See, then! Its transient woe
Thy babe e en now forgets; and sweet and low
It babbles on my knee. In sooth, not long
Endure her griefs, and through my crooning
song
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She kisses me, recalling not the place
Whence she has come. Nay, nor her mother s
face."
Long time stayed Lilith in that land. More
calm
Each day she grew, for soft, like healing
balm,
The child s pure love fell on her sin-sick
soul.
Now oft among the crags, fleet-footed, stole
The maid, or lightly crossed the fertile
plain.
And blithesome sang among the growing grain
That brake in billowy waves about her feet.
But when the wheat full ripened was, and
sweet,
She plucked and ate. Thereat a shadowy pain,
A sense of sorrow, stirred that childish
brain,
She wist not why. For it did surely seem
Before her waking thought, with pallid gleam
Of other days, dim pictures passed; of wood
And stream, beyond these mountain rims. And
stood,
It seemed, midway a garden wide, a tree that
bright
Like silver gleamed, and broad boughs light
Uplifted. Like ripened wheat the fruit
thereon,
When low the westering sun upon it shone.
Then slow the maid did turn, and silent stand
At Lilith s side. And o er that mountain
land,
Down-looking, mused. Or lifted pensive eyes,
And gaze that questioned if in any wise
She might perceive the land she longing
sought;
But of its stream, or garden, saw she naught.
Thereat Lilith with white lips drew more
near,
And clasped in her lithe arms the child so
dear.
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And once again fled swift, a shadowy shape,
Across green fields. And heard, through
silence,
break
A voice she could not hush, that loudly
wailed,
" My babe ! Give me my babe !
"
And Lilith paled,
And listening, heard, borne ever on the wind,
The tread of feet fast following behind.
Then westward turned, where once among new
ways
With Eblis she had trod in other days,
When far they wandered. Thitherward she bent
Her timid steps, the babe upon her breast,
Until with travel worn her noontide rest
She took. And now a land of alien blooms
About them lay, outwafting strange perfumes.
And quaint defiles, that sloped behind a bay
;
And level fields; and curly vines that lay
Thick clustered o er with unripe fruit ; and
bent
Above them fragrant limes and spicy scent
Of citron and of myrtle all the place
Made sweet, and mid the trees, an open space
They saw.
Not far away a broad lagoon
Burned like a topaz neath a crescent moon,
For day was parting. Even-tide apace
Drew on, and chill the night dews filled the
place.
Upon the waters dusky shadows clung,
And ashen-gray the broad leaves drooping
hung;
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Low mong the marish buds lay one that made
Against the sudden dusk a duskier shade
Despairing arms upflinging to the sky,
Smiting the silence with unheeded cry
"O mother, childless! Wife of all
bereft!
Alas, my babe, not even thou art left
To comfort me, in these last hopeless days,
Shut out from Paradise. Through unknown ways
I sought thee sorrowing. Oh, once again,
My Adam, come ! Is not this gnawing pain
Of punishment enow, that thou unkind
Art grown? Ah, never more shall I thee find?
Alas, I ever was but weak. Alone
I cannot live. Come but again, mine own.
No longer leave me mourning, desolate.
In tears I call thee. Oh, in tears I wait
Thy sweet, forgiving kiss!"
Ended she so
Her plaint. And mong the glistening leaves
hid
low,
Lilith yet fiercer clasped the child
When that lorn mother, tear-stained, weeping,
wild,
Poured forth her woe.
As one that wakes to life
From peaceful dreams, leaps quick amid the
strife
Of morning hours, so now the maid to pass
From Lilith s arms strove hard. And loosed
her
clasp,
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And turned her shadowed face with plaintive
moan
And fond beseeching eyes, where lay her
mother
lone.
But Lilith hardening, seized the child again,
And from her ears shut out the mother s pain
With wilful hands.
So passed she quick away.
Across the dusky path, low fallen, lay
Pale Eve, till clear she saw the dawn s pure
ray,
And as she looked, the voice of one she heard
Anigh. Her heart to sudden joy was stirred.
" Rise up, mine own," he
said,
" no more apart
We walk." Then she arose, and cried,
"Dear heart,
Close hold me. So! Methinks I dreamed we were
Parted long time."
So went, the exiled pair
From home thrust out, together everywhere.
And oft they journeyed on with sufferings
spent
To distant lands. And oft with labor bent
Recalled the olden home, with brimming eyes,
Hemmed in by mountains blue lost Paradise.
Meanwhile, to her own realm Lilith long since
Was come, glad greeting Eblis. " O
my prince,
I have most bravely done. Our foes full sore
Are smitten now. My guerdon o er and o er
Thou wilt bestow, I ween, in kisses warm
As my own southland s breath. For I great
harm
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Have wrought that hated pair. With feeble
moan
Lies Eve in a far land, thrust out. Alone,
Deserted. And whence angered Adam flies
I know not. Nay, nor what new world his eyes
Behold. Nor even if he live.
" But see !
Sleeps on my breast the babe Eve s babe. And
she
Shall know no more its tender, sweet caress,
Soft medicining- woe. The wilderness
Uncheered by love, is hers."
And by the sea,
Peaceful abode, long time content, the three,
Save that the child unmurmuring drooped.
Then oft above her Lilith, singing, stooped,
Striving to wake the baby smiles again
About her wee, warm mouth. Vain wiles! And
vain
Her loving skill. All still she lay, and
pale.
As one at sea pines for a lonely vale
Besprent with cuckoo flowers; the faint wild
breath
Of cradled buds, among the cloven elms, and
saith,
1 1 shall not see that place beyond the seas,
Nor any more pluck red anemones
In windless nooks.
So seemed the child, and frail
As one that weeps above dead joys. Then pale
Grew Lilith as those wasting lips she pressed
And kissed the filmy eyes, and kissing,
blessed
The child.
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But Eblis touched the hand so worn,
The faded, wasted face. "Happy, thou
mother lorn,
Unseeing her," he said.
"This fragile thing
To-day lies on thy breast. To-morrow s wing
Hath brushed it from thy sight." Low
Lilith sighed:
"My Eblis, is this death?"
And louder cried,
" But thou art wise, and sure some
hidden way
From this sore hap canst find. O Eblis, say,
Hast thou no spell whereby the child may
live?
O love, my realm thy recompense I give,
If she be healed."
" Nay ; not Archangel s craft
Stays fleeting life, or turns Death s nimble
shaft,"
He said. "Yet
if," she mused, "I laid
again
The child in young Eve s arms, like summer
rain,
The mother s love may yet restore again
This shriveled life. And yet, must I resign
The babe ? Alas, my little one ! Nay, mine
No more!" Weeping she ceased.
But after, bore
The child far northward ; the exiled pair o
er
Many lands long seeking. Till from a crest
Of barren hills Lilith "looked down.
At rest,
The twain she saw, for it was eventide.
And low they spoke of hidden snares beside
Their unknown path, since unaware fared they
Into this hostile spot. The dim wolds lay
All bare beneath chill stars. And far away
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Were belts of pine, and dingy ocean shore,
Like wrinkled lip. Cold was the land, and
hoar
With wintry rime. Near by, its leafless
boughs
A thorn bush bent, with withered berries red.
At sight thereof Adam, rejoicing, said,
"My Eve, bide here. From yonder
friendly tree
The ripe fruit I will pluck and bring to
thee."
"Oh, leave me not! This solitude I
fear;
The land about is chill," she said,
"and drear
It seems to me." But Adam answered,
" Nay,
Sore famished art thou, and not far away
It is nor long I stay."
So parted he.
Not long alone was Eve. Upstarted she
Dismayed. A woman, most exceeding fair,
Beside her stood, with coils of yellow hair,
And blue eyes, calm as sleep among the hills
Dim lakes. Eve, frighted, shrank. As mountain
rills,
Sweet fell the stranger s words. "My
sister, one
Is here that glad salutes thee. And since
done
Is now my quest, and here my journey ends,
I bring a goodly gift. For elsewhere wends
My pathway, Eve.
"Beside a coppice green,
Brighter than gold, purer than silver sheen,
In a fair garden, once a jewel shone.
With it, compared in all the world, no stone.
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And low the Master set it shining clear
Against the hedge, saying, When she draws
near
She will perceive on whom I do bestow
This moteless gem, that fellow doth not know.
" Now I without the copse that day
was hid.
Soft shone the jewel, as the moon amid
The blue. And in the garden I saw thee,
Where in the midst stood a fair wheaten tree
As emerald green. Its ears, as rubies red,
Fragrant as breath of musk, its odors spread.
And white its shining grains as rifted snow.
I looked again. And in thy fair hand, lo,
Full ripe bright gleamed the yellow wheaten
grain.
Thou saidst, Though I did eat, I live. No
pain Hath marred this pleasant feast.
"Then I the more Desired thy gem. All
things most goodly pour
On Eve their gifts. But I am famished lone,
I said. And still against the hedge the stone
Rayed like a frozen tear the pure Night shed
The which with trembling hand I seized, and
fled
Afar.
"But now upon my soul weighs sore
A dream. A voice called loud, Straightway
restore
To Eve that which is hers ; lest I, that
bright
Set it against the hedge, will quench its
light.
Yea, I will crumble it and quickly smite
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It into dust e en from thy hand. Mine eyes
I careless closed. But yesternight Arise !
The stern voice cried. Stay not at all. For
lo,
I wait not. Lest I scourge thee sorely, go!
Ah, Eve, though long upon my heart I wore
This jewel rare, behold, I now restore
Thine own!"
Then Eve cried loud, "Ere my heart
break,
Give me my babe ! Where is she, for whose
sake
I sorrowed all these years the little
maid?"
She said, through tender sobs.
And Lilith laid
Apart upon her breast her garment, dyed
In blended hues. And stooping at Eve s side,
Gave back the child.
As one that ending quest
Most perilous, safe harbor sees at rest
Among green hills and enters glad therein,
So Lilith was.
So passed she once again
Into her land.
But Eve, like rain
Long pent, upon the child poured swiftly down
Sweet kisses. And again, twixt laugh and
frown
Divided, smoothed the baby face, and through
Her fingers soft the silken hair she drew,
And kissed again.
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And with a vague surprise
Recalled the stranger s smile, the mournful
eyes,
Much marveling whence she fared. And said,
"As
pale
She seemed as bramble-blooms in Eden s
vale."
When homeward Adam came, the child she set
Upon his knee, saying, "Erewhile I
met
An angel. So to me she seemed, as there
She stood. So tall, so yellow-haired, so
fair;
And lo, she brought again the babe."
Therewith
She ended low. "Doubtless an angel,
love, sith
So you deem her," he replied. And
mused on all
Eve told.
And watching, saw a shadow fall
Upon the child. And later, did recall
Those words, sad pondering "so fair,
so tall."
But nothing uttered.
In that land long time
They lingered. And the child slow faded, till
One day Eve frighted cried,
"
See, Adam, still
She lies! Ah, little one, unseal those eyes!
Rouse but awhile, ere waning daylight flies !
"
For she discerned not yet its doom, nor knew
The hour was near.
But Adam, parting, drew
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Beneath the thorn, lest he might see the
child.
And all the lone hours through Eve, babbling,
smiled
Adown. And blew her warm breath o er the
cheeks
So wan. " The night grows
cold," she said. "
Sleep
creeps
Dull on my babe. The night grows cold and
chill,"
She said.
Nor dreamed aneath those lids closed still,
The death film hung.
A wind uprose, and swept
Anlong the dry leaves heaped, where lowly
slept
The child. Cold grew the night and colder,
till
Against the east the dawn glowed daffodil,
Above dun wolds white with new-fallen snow.
So rose the day and widened into morning glow
With rosy tints o erstreaked, and faintly
blurred
With flecks of cloud.
Still lay the child, nor stirred.
Dumb Eve looked down, nor knew Death s pallid
masque,
And strove to wake the maid. In vain. Her
task Was done. And as she gazed, a gentle
grasp
Soft loosed the dead from that cold mother s
clasp,
And Lilith laid the babe in its chill bed
Straightened the limbs, and kissed the little
head.
And o er the sleeper, kneeling, she did lean.
Forth from her breast she drew, close folded,
green,
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A sheath of leaves, bright shining, lustrous
wet
With tears that in those waxen hands she set.
Then those shut leaves oped slow. And low and
frail Bloomed mid the tintless snows a
snow-drop pale.
Soft Lilith said, For this pale sleeper s
sake,
O Eve, one kiss bestow. E en thou canst take
Pity on me. For thee new, happy days await,
But I I am forever desolate.
For thee fresh love will bloom above this
mould;
For thee, in coming years, pure lips unfold;
But I no more, no more, shall feel the warm
Breath gainst my breast. Nay, nor the baby
arm
Soft clasping me. Nor see the feet that pass
Like falling music, through the waving grass.
Therefore, one pardoning kiss give e er I go
To my own land, beyond this realm of
snow."
And Eve, uprising, took the hand she gave,
And weeping, kissed; and parted by that
grave.
Stood Adam, after-time, by that small mound.
Low at their feet a sheaf of leaves Eve
found,
Wherein white flowers shone. " Oh,
like," she said,
"To this was one abloom within the
bed
Where lies the child. And fair, O, passing
fair,
She was, and tall, with yellow gleaming hair,
And cheeks soft flushed as fresh pomegranate
bells;
And dewy eyes, like violets in the dells,
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Who came. So, silent passed that stranger
fair
Who loved our babe. And e er I well was ware,
She vanished."
Otherwhiles, "Of alien race
She was," Eve said. "A
princess, with a face
Surpassing fair, who trod the pathway bright
Among the mists, beyond the rim of night
To her own land."
And oft in after-time,
When Cain had lain in her young arms, and
chime
Of voices round her came, and clasp of hands,
And thick with baby faces bloomed the lands,
Eve silent sat, remembering that one child
Among the snowdrops, in a Northern wild.
And Lilith dwelt again in her own land;
With Eblis still strayed far. And hand in
hand
They talked; the while her phantom brood in
glee
Laughed overhead. Then looking on the sea,
Low voiced, she sang. So sweet the idle song,
She said, "From Paradise, forgotten
long,
It comes. An elfin echo that doth rise
Upward from summer seas to bending skies.
In coining days, from any earthly shore
It shall not fail. And sweet forever more
Shall make my memory. That witching strain
Pale Lilith s love shall lightly breathe
again.
And Lilith s bitter loss and olden pain
O er every cradle wake that sweet
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My memory still shall bloom. It cannot die
While rings Earth s cradle-song sweet
lullaby."
Slow passed dim cycles by, and in the earth
Strange peoples swarmed-, new nations sprang
to
birth.
Then first mong tented tribes men shuddering
spake
Dread tales of one that moved, an unseen
shape,
Mong chilling mists and snow. A spirit swift,
That dwelt in lands beyond day s purple rift.
Phantom of presage ill to babes unborn,
Whose fast-sealed eyes ope not to earthly
morn.
"We heard," they cried,
"the Elf-babes shrilly
scream,
And loud the Siren s song, when lightnings
gleam."
Then they that by low beds all night did
wake,
Prayed for the day, and feared to see it
break.
When o er the icy fjords cold rise white
peaks,
And fierce wild storms blot out the frozen
creeks,
The Finnish mother to her breast more near
Draws her dear babe clasps it in her wild
fear
Still closer to her heart. And o er and o er
Through her weird song fall echoes from that
lore
That lived when Time was young, e er yet the
rime
Of years lay on his brow. In that far prime
Nature and man, couched neath God s earliest
sky,
Heard clear-voiced spheres chant Earth s
first lullaby.
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Now, in the blast loud sings the Finn, and
long,
Nor knows that faint through her wild
cradle-song
Yet sweetly thrills the vanished Elf-babes
cry,
Nor dreams, as low she croons her lullaby,
Still breathes through that sweet, lingering
refrain
Lilith the childless and to life again,
To love, she wakes.
The soft strain clearer rings
As through the gathering storm that mother
sings:
Pile the strong fagot,
Pale Lilith comes!
Wild through the murky air goblin voices
shout.
Hark ! Hearest thou not their lusty rout ?
Lilith comes!
Listen, my babe!
See how the dusk pines
Tremble and crouch;
Over wide wastes borne, white are the snow-wreaths
blown,
And loud the drear icy fjords shudder and
moan;
Lilith comes !
Listen, my babe !
Ah! Hear the wild din,
Fierce o er the linn,
The sea-gull, affrighted, soars seaward away,
And dark on the shores falls the wind-driven
spray;
Lilith comes !
Listen, my babe !
The shuddering ice
Shivers. It cracks!
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Like a wild beast in pain, it cries to the
wrack
Of the storm-cloud o erhead. The sea answers
back
Dread Lilith comes !
Listen, my babe !
Near draws the wraith fair,
Dull gleams her hair.
Ah, strong one, so cruel fierce breath of the
North
The torches of heaven are lighting thee forth
!
Fell Lilith comes!
Listen, my babe !
Cold spirit of Snow,
Ah, I fear thee!
The sports of my hunter, the white fox, the bear,
The spoils of our rivers are thine. Ah, then
spare,
Dread Lilith, spare
The babe at my breast!
Mercy, weird Lilith !
Even sleeping,
My babe lies so chill. See, the reindeer I
give !
Ah, lift thy dark wings, that my darling may
live !
Pale Lilith comes !
Listen, my babe !
Once, in the Northland,
Pale crocus grew
By half-wakened stream. It lay shriveled and
low
Ere the spring-time had come, in soft shroud
of snow.
Sad Lilith comes !
Listen, my babe !
Foul Vampire, drain not
From my loved one
The life-current red. O Demon, art breaking
My heart while I plead ? Ah, babe ! Art thou
waking ?
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Lilith, I live !
Closer my babe !
Far o er the dun wold,
Baby, behold
Mid the mist and the snow, fast, fast, and
more
fast
In the teeth of the blast flies Lilith at
last.
Pale Lilith flies!
Nearer, my babe !
By Ganges still the Indian mother weaves
Above her babe her mat of plantain leaves,
And laughing, plaits. Or pausing, sweet and
low
Her voice blends with the river s drowsy flow
;
The while she fitful sings that old, old
strain,
Forgetting that the love, the deathless pain
Of wandering Lilith lives and throbs again
When falls the tricksy Elf-babes mocking cry
Faintly across her crooning lullaby
Ah, happy babe, that here may sleep
Where the blue river winds along,
And sweet the trysting bulbu4s keep
The night o er-brimmed with pulsing song.
Not so, mine own, as legends tell,
In lands remote, beyond the day,
The soulless babes of Lilith dwell,
Or vanish mong the cold mists gray.
Or oft in elfin glee they ride
O er burning deserts blown adrift,
Or singing idly, idly glide
Afar beyond Night s purple rift.
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But thou, my babe, for thee shall grow
The lilies, nodding by the stream ;
For thee, the poppy s sleepy glow;
For thee, the jonquil s pallid gleam.
My baby, sleep! Against the sky
The pippul lifts its trembling crest.
O baby, hush each wailing cry,
Close to the holy river s breast.
Not here shall come that pale wraith fair,
Who, wandering once in Northern lands,
Bore o er long reaches sere and bare
The death-flower white, for baby hands.
Fear not, mine own, the Elf-babes shrill,
Nor Lilith tall, with brow of snow.
They may not haunt thy slumbers still
Where Ganges sacred waters flow.
Where coral reefs gnaw with white cruel teeth
The yellow surf, and the torn billows seethe
When shines the Southern Cross o er placid
isles,
The Afric mother sits, and singing, smiles,
Unheeding that a dead world s hidden pain
Beats wildly rhythmic through her pure
refrain,
And lingers softly still an echoed sigh
Low in Earth s cradle-song sweet lullaby.
A warning song of doom a song of woe,
Of terror wild, she sings, down bending low,
The while bright gleams the Starry Cross
above
Yet tells to her no tale of tender love
Of Him who lifteth after-time a cross
That healeth all the wide world s sin and
loss.
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Ah, linger no longer mong blooms of the
mangoes,
Nor pluck the bright shells by the low
sighing sea,
Swift, swift, through the groves of the palms
and
acacias
Comes Lilith, the childless one, seeking for
thee.
She will bind thee so fast in her yellow-gold
hair
Ah, hasten, my children, of Lilith beware !
Cold, cold are her cheeks as the spray of the
wild sea,
Red, red are her lips as the pomegranate s
bloom ;
Cold, cold are the kisses the phantom will
give
thee,
Ah, cruel her kisses, that smell of the tomb.
Hist, hist! tis the sorceress with
yellow-gold hair
Oh ! lullaby, baby of Lilith beware.
She flies to the jungle, with false tales
beguiling,
Ah, hear st thou her elfin babes scream
overhead !
Close, close in her strong arms she bears my
babe,
smiling ;
She hath sucked the soft bloom from the lips
of
my dead.
Now far speeds the vampire, with yellow-gold
hair
Oh ! lullaby, baby of Lilith beware !
Art frighted, my baby ? Nay, then, thy mother
Low singing enfolds thee all safe from the
snare ;
Afar flit the Elf-babes mid gray, misty
shadows,
Afar flees the temptress with yellow-gold
hair.
Ah, heed not her songs in the still slumbrous
air
Oh ! lullaby, baby of Lilith beware !
When hawthorn-trees sift thick their rifted
snow,
The English mother o er her babe sings low;
Where red the cross burns on the ivied fane,
Unwitting, pagan Lilith lives again
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And softer sings, nor feels the wailing pain Still
faintly surging through that low refrain ; Nor dreams she hears Love s early
cradle cry Slow echoing through Earth s song sweet lullaby And in the shadow of
that cross, her strain Breathes sweetly; love, and hope, and ended pain. Softlier
while that small arm closely clings About her heart, that mother peaceful
sings: O babe, my babe, the light doth fade ! My baby, sleep, while I do keep
Close watch, where thou art lowly laid. Sweet
dreams shall steep thy slumber deep. Ah, little feet, be still at last Rest all
the night, for day is past; One watches thee from yon blue sky, One watching
here sings lullaby, Lullaby ; Sings lullaby. Here on his bed the sunny head Lies
still ; and soft the brown eyes close ; Sweet steals the breath, twixt lips as
red, As dewy fresh, as new-born rose. O little lips, be hushed at last ; Fear
naught, sweetheart, though day be past. One looks adown from yon far sky, One
close beside, sings lullaby, Lullaby ; Sings lullaby.
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