The Wild Knight and Other Poems/The Wild Knight
The wasting thistle whitens on my crest,
The barren grasses blow upon my spear,
A green, pale pennon: blazon of wild faith
And love of fruitless things: yea, of my love,
Among the golden loves of all the knights,
Alone: most hopeless, sweet, and blasphemous,
The love of God:
I hear the crumbling creeds
Like cliffs washed down by water, change, and pass;
I hear a noise of words, age after age,
A new cold wind that blows across the plains,
And all the shrines stand empty; and to me
All these are nothing: priests and schools may doubt
Who never have believed; but I have loved.
Ah friends, I know it passing well, the love
Wherewith I love; it shall not bring to me
Return or hire or any pleasant thing -
Ay, I have tried it: Ay, I know its roots.
Earthquake and plague have burst on it in vain
And rolled back shattered -
Babbling neophytes!
Blind, startled fools -think you I know it not?
Think you to teach me? Know I not His ways?
Strange-visaged blunders, mystic cruelties.
All! all! I know Him, for I love Him. Go!
So, with the wan waste grasses on my spear,
I ride for ever, seeking after God.
My hair grows whiter than my thistle plume,
And all my limbs are loose; but in my eyes
The star of an unconquerable praise:
For in my soul one hope for ever sings,
That at the next white corner of a road
My eyes may look on Him....
Hush - I shall know
The place when it is found: a twisted path
Under a twisted pear-tree - this I saw
In the first dream I had ere I was born,
Wherein He spoke....
But the grey clouds come down
In hail upon the icy plains: I ride,
Burning for ever in consuming fire.
THE WILD KNIGHT
A dark manor-house shuttered and unlighted, outlined against a pale sunset: in front a large, but neglected, garden. To the right, in the foreground, the porch of a chapel, with coloured windows lighted. Hymns within.
Above the porch a grotesque carved bracket, supporting a lantern. Astride of it sits CAPTAIN REDFEATHER, a flagon in his hand.
REDFEATHER.
I have drunk to all I know of,
To every leaf on the tree,
To the highest bird of the heavens,
To the lowest fish of the sea.
What toast, what toast remaineth,
Drunk down in the same good wine,
By the tippler's cup in the tavern,
And the priest's cup at the shrine?
[A Priest comes out, stick in hand, and looks right and left.]
VOICES WITHIN.
The brawler ...
PRIEST.
He has vanished
REDFEATHER.
To the stars.
[The Priest looks up.]
PRIEST [angrily].
What would you there, sir?
REDFEATHER.
Give you all a toast.
[Lifts his flagon. More priests come out.]
I see my life behind me: bad enough -
Drink, duels, madness, beggary, and pride,
The life of the unfit: yet ere I drop
On Nature's rubbish heap, I weigh it all,
And give you all a toast -
[Reels to his feet and stands.]
The health of God!
[They all recoil from him.]
Let's give the Devil of the Heavens His due!
He that made grass so green, and wine so red,
Is not so black as you have painted him.
[Drinks.]
PRIEST.
Blaspheming profligate!
REDFEATHER [hurls the flagon among them.]
Howl! ye dumb dogs,
I named your King - let me have one great shout,
Flutter the seraphim like startled birds;
Make God recall the good days of His youth
Ere saints had saddened Him: when He came back
Conqueror of Chaos in a six days' war,
With all the sons of God shouting for joy ...
PRIEST.
And you - what is your right, and who are you,
To praise God?
REDFEATHER.
A lost soul. In earth or heaven
What has a better right?
PRIEST.
Go, pagan, go!
Drink, dice, and dance: take no more thought than blind
Beasts of the field....
REDFEATHER.
Or ... lilies of the field,
To quote a pagan sage. I go my way.
PRIEST [solemnly].
And when Death comes....
REDFEATHER.
He shall not find me dead.
[Puts on his plumed hat. The priests go out.]
REDFEATHER.
These frozen fools....
[The Lady Olive comes out of the chapel. He sees her.]
Oh, they were right enough.
Where shall I hide my carrion from the sun?
[Buries his face. His hat drops to the ground.]
OLIVE [looking up.]
Captain, are you from church? I saw you not.
REDFEATHER.
No, I am here.
[Lays his hand on a gargoyle.]
I, too, am a grotesque,
And dance with all the devils on the roof.
OLIVE [with a strange smile.]
For Satan, also, I have often prayed.
REDFEATHER [roughly].
Satan may worry women if he will,
For he was but an angel ere he fell,
But I - before I fell - I was a man.
OLIVE.
He too, my Master, was a man: too strong
To fear a strong man's sins: 'tis written He
Descended into hell.
REDFEATHER.
Write, then, that I
[Leaps to the ground before her.]
Descended into heaven....
You are ill?
OLIVE.
No, well....
REDFEATHER.
You speak the truth - you are the Truth -
Lady, say once again then, 'I am well.'
OLIVE.
I - ah! God give me grace - I am nigh dead.
REDFEATHER [quietly.]
Lord Orm?
OLIVE.
Yes - yes.
REDFEATHER.
Is in your father's house -
Having the title-deeds - would drive you forth.
Homeless, and with your father sick to death,
Into this winter, save on a condition
Named....
OLIVE.
And unnameable. Even so; Lord Orm -
Ah! do you know him?
REDFEATHER.
Ay, I saw him once.
The sun shone on his face, that smiled and smiled,
A sight not wholesome to the eyes of man.
OLIVE.
Captain, I tell you God once fell asleep.
And in that hour the world went as it would;
Dogs brought forth cats, and poison grew in grapes,
And Orm was born....
REDFEATHER.
Why, curse him! can he not
Be kicked or paid?
OLIVE [feverishly].
Hush! He is just behind
There in the house - see how the great house glares,
Glares like an ogre's mask - the whole dead house
Possessed with bestial meaning....
[Screams]
Ah! the face!
The whole great grinning house - his face! his face!
His face!
REDFEATHER [in a voice of thunder, pointing away from the house].
Look there - look there!
OLIVE.
What is it? What?
REDFEATHER.
I think it was a bird.
OLIVE.
What thought you, truly?
REDFEATHER.
I think a mighty thought is drawing near.
[Enter THE WILD KNIGHT.]
THE WILD KNIGHT.
That house....
[Points.]
OLIVE.
Ah Christ! [Shudders.] I had forgotten it.
THE WILD KNIGHT [still pointing].
That house! the house at last, the house of God,
Wherein God makes an evening feast for me.
The house at last: I know the twisted path
Under the twisted pear-tree: this I saw
In the first dream I had ere I was born.
It is the house of God. He welcomes me.
[Strides forward.]
REDFEATHER.
That house. God's blood!
OLIVE [hysterically].
Is not this hell's own wit?
THE WILD KNIGHT.
God grows impatient, and His wine is poured,
His bread is broken.
[Rushes forward.]
REDFEATHER [leaps between].
Stand away, great fool,
There is a devil there!
THE WILD KNIGHT [draws his sword, and waves it as he rushes].
God's house! - God's house!
REDFEATHER [plucks out his own sword].
Better my hand than his.
[The blades clash.]
God alone knows
What That within might do to you, poor fool,
I can but kill you.
[They fight. OLIVE tries to part them.]
REDFEATHER.
Olive, stand away!
OLIVE.
I will not stand away!
[Steps between the swords.]
Stranger, a word,
Yes - you are right - God is within that house.
REDFEATHER.
Olive!
OLIVE.
But He is all too beautiful
For us who only know of stars and flowers.
The thing within is all too pure and fair,
[Shudders.]
Too awful in its ancient innocence,
For men to look upon it and not die;
Ourselves would fade into those still white fires
Of peace and mercy.
[Struggles with her voice.]
There ... enough ... the law -
No flesh shall look upon the Lord and live.
REDFEATHER [sticking his sword in the ground].
You are the bravest lady in the world.
THE WILD KNIGHT [dazed].
May I not go within?
REDFEATHER.
Keep you the law -
No flesh shall look upon the Lord and live.
THE WILD KNIGHT [sadly].
Then I will go and lay me in the flowers,
For He may haply, as in ancient time,
Walk in the garden in the cool of day.
[He goes out.]
[OLIVE reels. REDFEATHER catches her.]
You are the strongest woman upon earth.
The weakest woman than the strongest man
Is stronger in her hour: this is the law.
When the hour passes--then may we be strong.
OLIVE [wildly.]
The House ... the Face.
REDFEATHER [fiercely].
I love you. Look at me!
OLIVE [turns her face to him.]
I hear six birds sing in that little tree,
Say, is the old earth laughing at my fears?
I think I love you also....
REDFEATHER.
What I am
You know. But I will never curse a man,
Even in a mirror.
OLIVE [smiling at him].
And the Devil's dance?
REDFEATHER.
The Devil plotted since the world was young
With alchemies of fire and witches' oils
And magic. But he never made a man.
OLIVE.
No; not a man.
REDFEATHER.
Not even my Lord Orm.
Look at the house now -
[She starts and looks.]
Honest brick and tiles.
OLIVE.
You have a strange strength in this hour.
REDFEATHER.
This hour
I see with mortal eye as in one flash
The whole divine democracy of things,
And dare the stars to scorn a scavenge-heap.
Olive, I tell you every soul is great.
Weave we green crowns - how noble and how high;
Fling we white flowers - how radiant and how pure
Is he, whoe'er he be, who next shall cross
This scrap of grass....
[Enter LORD ORM.]
OLIVE [screams].
Ah!
REDFEATHER [pointing to the chapel].
Olive, go and pray
for a man soon to die. Good-day, my Lord.
[She goes in.]
LORD ORM.
Good-day.
REDFEATHER.
I am a friend to Lady Olive.
LORD ORM.
Sir, you are fortunate.
REDFEATHER.
Most fortunate
In finding, sword on thigh and ready, one
Who is a villain and a gentleman.
LORD ORM [picks up the flagon].
Empty, I see.
REDFEATHER.
Oh sir, you never drink.
You dread to lose yourself before the stars -
Do you not dread to sleep?
LORD ORM [violently].
What would you here?
REDFEATHER.
Receive from you the title-deeds you hold.
LORD ORM.
You entertain me.
REDFEATHER.
With a bout at foils?
LORD ORM.
I will not fight.
REDFEATHER.
I know you better, then.
I have seen men grow mangier than the beasts,
Eat bread with blood upon their fingers, grin
While women burned: but one last law they served.
When I say 'Coward,' is the law awake?
LORD ORM.
Hear me, then, too: I have seen robbers rule,
And thieves go clad in gold - age after age -
Because, though sordid, ragged, rude, and mean,
They saw, like gods, no law above their heads.
But when they fell - then for this cause they fell,
This last mean cobweb of the fairy tales
Of good and ill: that they must stand and fight
When a man bade, though they had chose to stand
And fight not. I am stronger than the world.
[Folds his arms.]
REDFEATHER [lifts his hand].
If in your body be the blood of man,
[Strikes him.]
Now let it rush to the face -
God! Have you sunk
Lower than anger?
LORD ORM.
How I triumph now.
REDFEATHER [stamps wildly].
Damned, whimpering dog! vile, snivelling, sick poltroon!
Are you alive?
LORD ORM.
Evil, be thou my good;
Let the sun blacken and the moon be blood:
I have said the words.
REDFEATHER [studying him].
And if I struck you dead,
You would turn to daisies!
LORD ORM.
And you do not strike.
REDFEATHER [dreamily].
Indeed, poor soul, such magic would be kind
And full of pity as a fairy-tale:
One touch of this bright wand [Lifts his sword]
and down would drop
The dark abortive blunder that is you.
And you would change, forgiven, into flowers.
LORD ORM.
And yet - and yet you do not strike me dead.
I do not draw: the sword is in your hand -
Drive the blade through me where I stand.
REDFEATHER.
Lord Orm,
You asked the Lady Olive (I can speak
As to a toad to you, my lord) - you asked
Olive to be your paramour: and she -
LORD ORM.
Refused.
REDFEATHER.
And yet her father was at stake,
And she is soft and kind. Now look at me,
Ragged and ruined, soaked in bestial sins:
My lord, I too have my virginity -
Turn the thing round, my lord, and topside down,
You cannot spell it. Be the fact enough,
I use no sword upon a swordless man.
LORD ORM.
For her?
REDFEATHER.
I too have my virginity.
LORD ORM.
Now look on me: I am the lord of earth,
For I have broken the last bond of man.
I stand erect, crowned with the stars - and why?
Because I stand a coward - because you
Have mercy - on a coward. Do I win?
REDFEATHER.
Though there you stand with moving mouth and eyes,
I think, my lord, you are not possible -
God keep you from my dreams.
[Goes out.]
LORD ORM.
Alone and free.
Since first in flowery meads a child I ran,
My one long thirst - to be alone and free.
Free of all laws, creeds, codes, and common tests,
Shameless, anarchic, infinite.
Why, then,
I might have done in that dark liberty -
If I should say 'a good deed,' men would laugh,
But here are none to laugh.
The godless world
Be thanked there is no God to spy on me,
Catch me and crown me with a vulgar crown
For what I do: if I should once believe
The horror of that ancient Eavesdropper
Behind the starry arras of the skies,
I should - well, well, enough of menaces -
should not do the thing I come to do.
What do I come to do? Let me but try
To spell it to my soul.
Suppose a man
Perfectly free and utterly alone,
Free of all love of law, equally free
Of all the love of mutiny it breeds,
Free of the love of heaven, and also free
Of all the love of hell it drives us to;
Not merely void of rules, unconscious of them;
So strong that naught alive could do him hurt,
So wise that he knew all things, and so great
That none knew what he was or what he did -
A lawless giant.
[A pause: then in a low voice.]
Would he not be good?
Hate is the weakness of a thwarted thing,
Pride is the weakness of a thing unpraised.
But he, this man....
He would be like a child
Girt with the tomes of some vast library,
Who reads romance after romance, and smiles
When every tale ends well: impersonal
As God he grows - melted in suns and stars;
So would this boundless man, whom none could spy,
Taunt him with virtue, censure him with vice,
Rejoice in all men's joys; with golden pen
Write all the live romances of the earth
To a triumphant close....
Alone and free -
In this grey, cool, clean garden, washed with winds,
What do I come to do among the grass,
The daisies, and the dews? An awful thing,
To prove I am that man.
That while these saints
Taunt me with trembling, dare me to revenge,
I breathe an upper air of ancient good
And strong eternal laughter; send my sun
And rain upon the evil and the just,
Turn my left cheek unto the smiter. He
That told me, sword in hand, that I had fallen
Lower than anger, knew not I had risen
Higher than pride....
Enough, the deeds are mine.
[Takes out the title-deeds.]
I come to write the end of a romance.
A good romance: the characters - Lord Orm.
Type of the starvéd heart and storéd brain,
Who strives to hate and cannot; fronting him -
Redfeather, rake in process of reform,
At root a poet: I have hopes of him:
He can love virtue, for he still loves vice.
He is not all burnt out. He beats me there
(How I beat him in owning it!); in love
He is still young, and has the joy of shame.
And for the Lady Olive - who shall speak?
A man may weigh the courage of a man,
But if there be a bottomless abyss
It is a woman's valour: such as I
Can only bow the knee and hide the face
(Thank God there is no God to spy on me
And bring his curséd crowns).
No, there is none:
The old incurable hunger of the world
Surges in wolfish wars, age after age.
There was no God before me: none sees where,
Between the brute-womb and the deaf, dead grave,
Unhoping, unrecorded, unrepaid,
I make with smoke, fire, and burnt-offering
This sacrifice to Chaos. [Lights the papers.] None behold
Me write in fire the end of the romance.
Burn! I am God, and crown myself with stars.
Upon creation day: before was night
And chaos of a blind and cruel world.
I am the first God; I will trample hell,
Fight, conquer, make the story of the stars,
Like this poor story, end like a romance:
[The paper burns.]
Before was brainless night: but I am God
In this black world I rend. Let there be light!
[The paper blazes up, illuminating the garden.]
I, God ...
THE WILD KNIGHT [rushes forward].
God's Light! God's Voice; yes, it is He
Walking in Eden in the cool of the day!
LORD ORM [screams].
Tricked! Caught!
Damned screeching rat in a hole!
[Stabs him again and again with his sword; stamps on his face.]
THE WILD KNIGHT [faintly].
Earth grows too beautiful around me: shapes
And colours fearfully wax fair and clear,
For I have heard, as thro' a door ajar,
Scraps of the huge soliloquy of God
That moveth as a mask the lips of man,
If man be very silent: they were right,
No flesh shall look upon the Lord and live.
[Dies.]
LORD ORM [staggers back laughing].
Saved, saved, my secret.
REDFEATHER [rushing in, sword in hand].
The drawn sword at last!
Guard, son of hell!
[They fight. ORM falls. OLIVE comes in.]
He too can die. Keep back!
Olive, keep back from him! I did not fear
Him living, and he fell before my sword;
But dead I fear him. All is ended now;
A man's whole life tied in a bundle there,
And no good deed. I fear him. Come away.
GOOD NEWS
Between a meadow and a cloud that sped
In rain and twilight, in desire and fear.
I heard a secret - hearken in your ear,
'Behold the daisy has a ring of red.'
That hour, with half of blessing, half of ban,
A great voice went through heaven, and earth and hell,
Crying, 'We are tricked, my great ones, is it well?
Now is the secret stolen by a man.'
Then waxed I like the wind because of this,
And ran, like gospel and apocalypse,
From door to door, with new anarchic lips,
Crying the very blasphemy of bliss.
In the last wreck of Nature, dark and dread,
Shall in eclipse's hideous hieroglyph,
One wild form reel on the last rocking cliff,
And shout, 'The daisy has a ring of red.'