I FLED Him, down the nights and down the days;

I fled him, down the arches of the years;

I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways

Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears

I hid from Him, and under running laughter.

Up vistaed hopes I sped;

And shot, precipitated

Adown Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears,

From those strong Feet that follòwed, followed after.

But with unhurrying chase,

And unperturbèd pace,

Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,

They beat-and a Voice beat

More instant than the Feet-

" All things betray thee, who betrayest Me."

I pleaded, outlaw-wise,

By many a hearted casement, curtained red,

Trellised with intertwining charities ;

(For, though I knew His love Who followed,

Yet was I sore adread

Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside);

But, if one little casement parted wide,

The gust of His approach would clash it to.

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

Across die margent of the world I fled,

And troubled the gold gateways of the stars,

Smiting for shelter on their clangèd bars;

Fretted to dulcet jars

And Silvera chatter the pale ports o' the moon.

I said to dawn, Be sudden; to eve, Be soon;

With thy young skiey blossoms heap me over

From this tremendous Lover !

Float thy vague veil about me, lest He see !

I tenipted all His servitors, but to find

My own betrayal in their constancy,

In faith to Him their fickleness to me,

^ Their traitorous trueness, and their loyal deceit.

To all swift things for swiftness did I sue;

Clung to the whisfling mane of every wind.

But whether they swept, smoothly fleet,

The long savannahs of the blue;

Or whether, Thunder-driven,

They clanged his chariot 'thwart a heaven

Plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o' their

feet :-

Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue*

Still with unhurrying chase,

And unperturbèd pace,

Deliberate speed, ma j es tic instancy,

Came on the following Feet,

And a Voice a bove their beat-

Naught shelters thee, who wilt not shelter Me."

I sought no more that after which I strayed

In face of man or maid;

But still within the little children's eyes

Seems something, something that replies;

They at least are for me, surely for me !

I tura ed me to them very wistfully;

But, just as their young eyes grew sudden fair

With dawning answers there,

Their angel plucked them from me by the hairt. s)

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

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

Let me greet you hp to lip,

Let me twine with you caresses,


With our Lady-Mother's vagrant tresses,


With her in her wind-walled,palace,

Underneath her azured date,

Quaffing, as your taintless way is,

From a chalice

Lucent-weeping out of the dayspring."

So it was done:

I in their delicate fellowship was one-

Drew the bolt of Nature's secrecies.

I knew all the swift importings

On the wilful face of skies; .

I knew how the douds arise

Spumed of the wild sea-snortings;

All that's bora or dies

Rose and drooped with-made them shapers

Of mine own moods, or wailful or divine-

With them joyed and was bereaven.

I was heavy with the even,

When she lit her glimmering tapers

Round the day's dead sanctities.

I laughed in the moraing's eyes.

I triumphed and I saddened with all weather,

Heaven and I wept together,

And its s weet tears were salt with mortai mine ;

Against the fed throb of its sunset-heart

I laid my own to beat,

And share commingKng heat;

But not by that, by that,was eased.2ny human smart.

Ih vain my ears wère wètbn Heaven's gréy check.

For ah! we knpw not what each other says,

These things and I ; in sound I speak-

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

Nature, poor stepdame, cannot slake my drouth;

Let her, if she would owe me,

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

The breasts o' her tenderness :

Never did any milk of hers once bless

My thirsting mouth.

Nigh and nigh draws the chase,

With unperturbèd pace,

Deliberate speed, majestic instancy;

And past those noisèd Feet

A voice comes yet more fleet-

"Lo! naughtcontentathee,whocontenta not Me."

Naked I wait Thy love's uplifted stroke !

My harness piece by piece Thou hast hewn from me,

And smitten me to my knee;

I am defenceless utterly.

I slept, methinks and woke,

And, slowly gazing, find tne strìpped in sleep.

In the rash lustihead of my young powers,

I shook the pillaring hours

And pulled my life upon me; grìmed with smears,

I stand amid the dust o' the mounded years-

My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap.

My days have crackled and gone up in smoke,

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

Yea, faileth now even dream

The dreamer, and the lute the lutanist;

Even the linked fantasies, in whose blossomy twist

I swung the earth a trinket at my wrist,

Are yielding; cords of all too weak account

For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed.

Ah ! is Thy love indeed

A weed, albeit an amaranthine weed,

Suffering no flowers except its own to mount?

Ah! must-

Designer infinite!-

Ah! must Thou char the wood ere Thou canst limn

with it ?

My freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust;

And now my heart is as a broken fount, '

Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever

From the dank thoughts that shiver

Upon the sighful branches of my mind,

Such is; what is to be?

The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind ?

I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds ;

Yet ever and anon a trumpet sound'

From the hid battlements of Eternity;

Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then

Round the half-glimpsèd turrets slowly wash again.

But not ere him who summoneth

I first have seen, enwound

With glooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned;;

His name I know, and what his trumpet saith.

Whether man's heart or life it be which yields

Thee harvest, must Thy harvest fields

Be dunged with rotten death?

Now of that long pursuit

Comes on at hand the bruit;

That Voice is round me like a bursting sea:

" And is thy earth so marred,

Shattered in shard on shard ?

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

Strange, piteous, futile thing,

Wherefore should any set thee love apart ?

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

" And human love needs human meriting:

How hast thou merited-

Of all man's clotted day the dingiest clot?

Alack, thou knowest not

How little worthy of any love thou art !

Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee

Save Me, save only Me?

All which I took from thee I did but take,

Not for thy harms,

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

All which thy child's mistake

Fandes as lost, I have stored for thee at home :

Rise, clasp My hand, and come!"

Halts by me that footfall :

Is my gloom, after all,

Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly ?

"Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,

I am He Whom thou seek est !

Thou dravestnlove from thee, who dravest Me."