Marriage Song

I     Come up, dear chosen morning, come,     Blessing the air with light,     And bid the sky repent of being dark:     Let all the spaces round the world be white,     And give the earth her green again.     Into new hours of beautiful delight,     Out of the shadow where she has lain,     Bring the earth awake for glee,     Shining with dews as fresh and clear     As my beloved's voice upon the air.     For now, O morning chosen of all days, on thee     A wondrous duty lies:     There was an evening that did loveliness foretell;     Thence upon thee, O chosen morn, it fell     To fashion into perfect destiny     The radiant prophecy.     For in an evening of young moon, that went     Filling the moist air with a rosy fire,     I and my beloved knew our love;     And knew that thou, O morning, wouldst arise     To give us knowledge of achieved desire.     For, standing stricken with astonishment,     Half terrified in the delight,     Even as the moon did into clear air move     And made a golden light,     Lo there, croucht up against it, a dark hill,     A monstrous back of earth, a spine     Of hunchd rock, furred with great growth of pine,     Lay like a beast, snout in its paws, asleep;     Yet in its sleeping seemed it miserable,     As though strong fear must always keep     Hold of its heart, and drive its blood in dream.     Yea, for to our new love, did it not seem,     That dark and quiet length of hill,     The sleeping grief of the world? - Out of it we     Had like imaginations stept to be     Beauty and golden wonder; and for the lovely fear     Of coming perfect joy, had changed     The terror that dreamt there!     And now the golden moon had turned     To shining white, white as our souls that burned     With vision of our prophecy assured:     Suddenly white was the moon; but she     At once did on a woven modesty     Of cloud, and soon went in obscured:     And we were dark, and vanisht that strange hill.     But yet it was not long before     There opened in the sky a narrow door,     Made with pearl lintel and pearl sill;     And the earth's night seem'd pressing there, -     All as a beggar on some festival would peer, -     To gaze into a room of light beyond,     The hidden silver splendour of the moon.     Yea, and we also, we     Long gazed wistfully     Towards thee, O morning, come at last,     And towards the light that thou wilt pour upon us soon!     II     O soul who still art strange to sense,     Who often against beauty wouldst complain,     Doubting between joy and pain:     If like the startling touch of something keen     Against thee, it hath been     To follow from an upland height     The swift sun hunting rain     Across the April meadows of a plain,     Until the fields would flash into the air     Their joyous green, like emeralds alight;     Or when in the blue of night's mid-noon     The burning naked moon     Draws to a brink of cloudy weather near,     A breadth of snow, firm and soft as a wing,     Stretcht out over a wind that gently goes, -     Through the white sleep of snowy cloud there grows     An azure-border'd shining ring,     The gleaming dream of the approaching joy of her; -     What now wilt thou do, Soul? What now,     If with such things as these troubled thou wert?     How wilt thou now endure, or how     Not now be strangely hurt? -     When utter beauty must come closer to thee     Than even anger or fear could be;     When thou, like metal in a kiln, must lie     Seized by beauty's mightily able flame;     Enjoyed by beauty as by the ruthless glee     Of an unescapable power;     Obeying beauty as air obeys a cry;     Yea, one thing made of beauty and thee,     As steel and a white heat are made the same!      - Ah, but I know how this infirmity     Will fail and be not, no, not memory,     When I begin the marvellous hour.     This only is my heart's strain'd eagerness,     Long waiting for its bliss. -     But from those other fears, from those     That keep to Love so close,     From fears that are the shadow of delight,     Hide me, O joys; make them unknown to-night!     III     Thou bright God that in dream earnest to me last night,     Thou with the flesh made of a golden light,     Knew I not thee, thee and thy heart,     Knew I not well, God, who thou wert?     Yea, and my soul divinely understood     The light that was beneath thee a ground,     The golden light that cover'd thee round,     Turning my sleep to a fiery morn,     Was as a heavenly oath there sworn     Promising me an immortal good:     Well I knew thee, God of Marriages, thee and thy flame!     Ah, but wherefore beside thee came     That fearful sight of another mood?     Why in thy light, to thy hand chained,     Towards me its bondage terribly strained,     Why came with thee that dreadful hound,     The wild hound Fear, black, ravenous and gaunt?     Why him with thee should thy dear light surround?     Why broughtest thou that beast to haunt     The blissful footsteps of my golden dream? -     All shadowy black the body dread,     All frenzied fire the head, -     The hunger of its mouth a hollow crimson flame,     The hatred in its eyes a blaze     Fierce and green, stabbing the ruddy glaze,     And sharp white jetting fire the teeth snarl'd at me,     And white the dribbling rage of froth, -     A throat that gaped to bay and paws working violently,     Yet soundless all as a winging moth;     Tugging towards me, famishing for my heart; -     Even while thou, O golden god, wert still     Looking the beautiful kindness of thy will     Into my soul, even then must I be,     With thy bright promise looking at me,     Then bitterly of that hound afraid? -     Darkness, I know, attendeth bright,     And light comes not but shadow comes:     And heart must know, if it know thy light,     Thy wild hound Fear, the shadow of love's delight.     Yea, is it thus? Are we so made     Of death and darkness, that even thou,     O golden God of the joys of love,     Thy mind to us canst only prove,     The glorious devices of thy mind,     By so revealing how thy journeying here     Through this mortality, doth closely bind     Thy brightness to the shadow of dreadful Fear? -     Ah no, it shall not be! Thy joyous light     Shall hide me from the hunger of fear to-night.     IV     For wonderfully to live I now begin:     So that the darkness which accompanies     Our being here, is fasten'd up within     The power of light that holdeth me;     And from these shining chains, to see     My joy with bold misliking eyes,     The shrouded figure will not dare arise.     For henceforth, from to-night,     I am wholly gone into the bright     Safety of the beauty of love:     Not only all my waking vigours plied     Under the searching glory of love,     But knowing myself with love all satisfied     Even when my life is hidden in sleep;     As high clouds, to themselves that keep     The moon's white company, are all possest     Silverly with the presence of their guest;     Or as a darken'd room     That hath within it roses, whence the air     And quietness are taken everywhere     Deliciously by sweet perfume.