The Hound of Heaven

1I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;

2I fled Him, down the arches of the years;

3I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways

4 Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears

5I hid from Him, and under running laughter.

6 Up vistaed hopes I sped;

7 And shot, precipitated,

8Adown Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears,

9 From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.

10 But with unhurrying chase,

11 And unperturbèd pace,

12 Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,

13 They beat -- and a Voice beat

14 More instant than the Feet

15 "All things betray thee, who betrayest Me."

16 I pleaded, outlaw-wise,

17By many a hearted casement, curtained red,

18 Trellised with intertwining charities;

19(For, though I knew His love Who followèd,

20 Yet was I sore adread

21Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside.)

22But, if one little casement parted wide,

23 The gust of His approach would clash it to:

24 Fear wist not to evade, as Love wist to pursue.

25Across the margent of the world I fled,

26 And troubled the gold gateways of the stars,

27 Smiting for shelter on their clangèd bars;

28 Fretted to dulcet jars

29And silvern chatter the pale ports o' the moon.

30I said to Dawn: Be sudden -- to Eve: Be soon;

31 With thy young skiey blossoms heap me over

32 From this tremendous Lover --

33Float thy vague veil about me, lest He see!

34 I tempted all His servitors, but to find

35My own betrayal in their constancy,

36In faith to Him their fickleness to me,

37 Their traitorous trueness, and their loyal deceit.

38To all swift things for swiftness did I sue;

39 Clung to the whistling mane of every wind.

40 But whether they swept, smoothly fleet,

41 The long savannahs of the blue;

42 Or whether, Thunder-driven,

43 They clanged his chariot 'thwart a heaven,

44Plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o' their feet: --

45 Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue.

46 Still with unhurrying chase,

47 And unperturbèd pace,

48 Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,

49 Came on the following Feet,

50 And a Voice above their beat --

51 "Naught shelters thee, who wilt not shelter Me."

52I sought no more that after which I strayed

53 In face of man or maid;

54But still within the little children's eyes

55 Seems something, something that replies,

56They at least are for me, surely for me!

57I turned me to them very wistfully;

58But just as their young eyes grew sudden fair

59 With dawning answers there,

60Their angel plucked them from me by the hair.

61"Come then, ye other children, Nature's -- share

62With me" (said I) "your delicate fellowship;

63 Let me greet you lip to lip,

64 Let me twine with you caresses,

65 Wantoning

66 With our Lady-Mother's vagrant tresses,

67 Banqueting

68 With her in her wind-walled palace,

69 Underneath her azured daïs,

70 Quaffing, as your taintless way is,

71 From a chalice

72Lucent-weeping out of the dayspring."

73 So it was done:

74I in their delicate fellowship was one --

75Drew the bolt of Nature's secrecies.

76 I knew all the swift importings

77 On the wilful face of skies;

78 I knew how the clouds arise

79 Spumèd of the wild sea-snortings;

80 All that's born or dies

81 Rose and drooped with; made them shapers

82Of mine own moods, or wailful or divine;

83 With them joyed and was bereaven.

84 I was heavy with the even,

85 When she lit her glimmering tapers

86 Round the day's dead sanctities.

87 I laughed in the morning's eyes.

88I triumphed and I saddened with all weather,

89 Heaven and I wept together,

90And its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine;

91Against the red throb of its sunset-heart

92 I laid my own to beat,

93 And share commingling heat;

94But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart.

95In vain my tears were wet on Heaven's grey cheek.

96For ah! we know not what each other says,

97 These things and I; in sound I speak --

98Their sound is but their stir, they speak by silences.

99Nature, poor stepdame, cannot slake my drouth;

100 Let her, if she would owe me,

101Drop yon blue bosom-veil of sky, and show me

102 The breasts o' her tenderness:

103Never did any milk of hers once bless

104 My thirsting mouth.

105 Nigh and nigh draws the chase,

106 With unperturbèd pace,

107 Deliberate speed, majestic instancy;

108 And past those noisèd Feet

109 A voice comes yet more fleet --

110 "Lo! naught contents thee, who content'st not Me."

111Naked I wait Thy love's uplifted stroke!

112My harness piece by piece Thou hast hewn from me,

113 And smitten me to my knee;

114 I am defenceless utterly.

115 I slept, methinks, and woke,

116And, slowly gazing, find me stripped in sleep.

117In the rash lustihead of my young powers,

118 I shook the pillaring hours

119And pulled my life upon me; grimed with smears,

120I stand amid the dust o' the mounded years --

121My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap.

122My days have crackled and gone up in smoke,

123Have puffed and burst as sun-starts on a stream.

124 Yea, faileth now even dream

125The dreamer, and the lute the lutanist;

126Even the linked fantasies, in whose blossomy twist

127I swung the earth a trinket at my wrist,

128Are yielding; cords of all too weak account

129For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed.

130 Ah! is Thy love indeed

131A weed, albeit an amaranthine weed,

132Suffering no flowers except its own to mount?

133 Ah! must

134 Designer infinite! --

135Ah! must Thou char the wood ere Thou canst limn with it?

136My freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust;

137And now my heart is as a broken fount,

138Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever

139 From the dank thoughts that shiver

140Upon the sighful branches of my mind.

141 Such is; what is to be?

142The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind?

143I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds;

144Yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds

145From the hid battlements of Eternity;

146Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then

147Round the half-glimpsèd turrets slowly wash again.

148 But not ere him who summoneth

149 I first have seen, enwound

150With glooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned;

151His name I know, and what his trumpet saith.

152Whether man's heart or life it be which yields

153 Thee harvest, must Thy harvest-fields

154 Be dunged with rotten death?

155 Now of that long pursuit

156 Comes on at hand the bruit;

157 That Voice is round me like a bursting sea:

158 "And is thy earth so marred,

159 Shattered in shard on shard?

160 Lo, all things fly thee, for thou fliest Me!

161 Strange, piteous, futile thing!

162Wherefore should any set thee love apart?

163Seeing none but I makes much of naught" (He said),

164"And human love needs human meriting:

165 How hast thou merited --

166Of all man's clotted clay the dingiest clot?

167 Alack, thou knowest not

168How little worthy of any love thou art!

169Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee,

170 Save Me, save only Me?

171All which I took from thee I did but take,

172 Not for thy harms,

173But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms.

174 All which thy child's mistake

175Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home:

176 Rise, clasp My hand, and come!"

177 Halts by me that footfall:

178 Is my gloom, after all,

179Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?

180 "Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,

181 I am He Whom thou seekest!

182Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest Me."

The Hound of Heaven

The Hound of Heaven

Thompson, Francis (1859 - 1907)