# Jochanan Hakkadosh

"This now, this other story makes amends
And justifies our Mishna," quoth the Jew
Aforesaid. "Tell it, learnedest of friends!"
A certain morn broke beautiful and blue
O'er Schiphaz city, bringing joy and mirth,
—So had ye deemed; while the reverse was true,
Since one small house there gave a sorrow birth
In such black sort that, to each faithful eye,
Midnight, not morning settled on the earth.
How else, when it grew certain thou wouldst die, 10 Our much-enlightened master, Israel's prop,
Eximious Jochanan Ben Sabbathai?
Old, yea, but, undiminished of a drop,
The vital essence pulsed through heart and brain;
Time left unsickled yet the plenteous crop
On poll and chin and cheek, whereof a skein
Handmaids might weave—hairs silk-soft, silver-white,
Such as the wool-plant's; none the less in vain
Had Physic striven her best against the spite
Of fell disease: the Rabbi must succumb; 20 And, round the couch whereon in piteous plight
He lay a-dying, scholars,—awe-struck, dumb
Throughout the night-watch,—roused themselves and spoke
One to the other: "Ere death's touch benumb
"His active sense,—while yet 'neath Reason's yoke
Obedient toils his tongue,—befits we claim
The fruit of long experience, bid this oak
"Shed us an acorn which may, all the same,
Grow to a temple-pillar,—dear that day!—
When Israel's scattered seed finds place and name 30
"Among the envious nations. Lamp us, pray,
Thou the Knlightener! Partest hence in peace?
Hailest without regret—much less, dismay—
"The hour of thine approximate release
From fleshly bondage soul hath found obstruct?
Calmly envisagest the sure increase
"Of knowledge? Eden's tree must hold unplucked
Some apple, sure, has never tried thy tooth,
Juicy with sapience thou hast sought, not sucked?
"Say, does agn acquiesce in vanished youth? 40 Still towers thy purity above—as erst—
Our pleasant follies? Be thy last word—truth!"
The Rabbi groaned; then, grimly, "Last as first
The truth speak I—in boyhood who began
Striving to live an angel, and, amerced
"For such presumption, die now hardly man.
What have I proved of life? To live, indeed,
That much I learned: but here lies Jochanan
"More luckless than stood David when, to speed
His fighting with the Philistine, they brought 50 Saul's harness forth: whereat, 'Alack, I need
" 'Armour to arm me, but have never fought
With sword and spear, nor tried to manage shield,
Proving arms' use, as well-trained warrior ought.
" 'Only a sling and pebbles can I wield!'
So he: while I, contrariwise, 'No trick
Of weapon helpful on the battle-field
"Comes unfamiliar to my theoric:
But, bid me put in practice what I know,
Give me a sword—it stings like Moses' stick, 60
" 'A serpent I let drop apace.' E'en so,
I,—able to comport me at each stage
Of human life as never here below
"Man played his part,—since mine the heritage
Of wisdom carried to that perfect pitch,
Ye rightly praise,—I therefore, who, thus sage,
"Could sure act man triumphantly, enrich
Life's annals with example how I played
Lover, Bard, Soldier, Statist,—(all of which
"Parts in presentment failing, cries invade 70 The world's ear—'Ah, the Past, the pearl-gift thrown
To hogs, time's opportunity we made
" 'So light of, only recognized when flown!
Had we been wise!')—in fine, I—wise enough,—
What profit brings me wisdom never shown
"Just when its showing would from each rebuff
Shelter weak virtue, threaten back to bounds
Encroaching vice, tread smooth each track too rough
"For youth's unsteady footstep, climb the rounds
Of life's long ladder, one by slippery one, 80 Yet make no stumble? Me hard fate confounds
"With that same crowd of wailers I outrun
By promising to teach another cry
Of more hilarious mood than theirs, the sun
"I look my last at is insulted by.
What cry,—ye ask? Give ear on every side!
Witness yon Lover! 'How entrapped am I!
" 'Methought, because a virgin's rose-lip vied
With ripe Khubbezleh's, needs must beauty mate
With meekness and discretion in a bride: 90
" 'Bride she became to me who wail—too late—
Unwise I loved!' That's one cry. 'Mind's my gift:
I might have loaded me with lore, full weight
" 'Pressed down and running over at each rift
O' the brain-bag where the famished clung and fed.
I filled it with what rubbish!—would not sift
" 'The wheat from chaff, sound grain from musty—shed
Poison abroad as oft as nutriment—
And sighing say but as my fellows said,
" 'Unwise I learned!' That's two. 'In dwarf's-play spent 100 Was giant's prowess: warrior all unversed
In war's right waging, I struck brand, was lent
" 'For steel's fit service, on mere stone—and cursed
Alike the shocked limb and the shivered steel,
Seeing too late the blade's true use which erst
" 'How was I blind to! My cry swells the peal—
Unwise I fought!' That's three. But wherefore waste
Breath on the wailings longer? Why reveal
"A root of bitterness whereof the taste
Is noisome to Humanity at large? 110 First we get Power, but Power absurdly placed
"In Folly's keeping, who resigns her charge
To Wisdom when all Power grows nothing worth
Bones marrowless are mocked with helm and targe
"When, like your Master's, soon below the earth
With worms shall warfare only be. Fare well,
Children! I die a failure since my birth!"
"Not so!" arose a protest as, pell-mell,
They pattered from his chamber to the street,
Bent on a last resource. Our Targums tell 120
That such resource there is. Put case, there meet
The Nine Points of Perfection—rarest chance—
Within some saintly teacher whom the fleet
Years, in their blind implacable advance,
O'ertake beforeflit teaching born of these
Have magnified his scholars' countenance,—
If haply folk compassionating please
To render up—according to his store,
Each one—a portion of the life he sees
Hardly worth saving when 'tis set before 130 Earth's benefit should the Saint, Hakkadosh,
Favoured thereby, attain to full fourscore—
If such contribute (Scoffer, spare thy "Bosh!")
A year, a month, a day, an hour—to eke
Life out,—in him away the gift shall wash
That much of ill-spent time recorded, streak
The twilight of the so-assisted sage
With a new sunrise: truth, though strange to speak!
Quick to the doorway, then, where youth and age,
All Israel, thronging, waited for the last 140 News of the loved one. "'Tis the final stage:
"Art's utmost done, the Rabbi's feet tread fast
The way of all flesh!" So announced that apt
Olive-branch Tsaddik: "Yet, O Brethren, cast
"No eye to earthward! Look where heaven has clapped
Morning's extinguisher—yon ray-shot robe
Of sun-threads—on the constellation mapped
"And mentioned by our Elders,—yea, from Job
Down to Satam,—as figuring forth—what?
Perpend a mystery! Ye call it Dob, 150
" 'The Bear': I trow, a wiser name than that
Were Aisch—'The Bier': a corpse those four stars hold,
Which—are not those Three Daughters weeping at,
"Banoth? I judge so: list while I unfold
The reason. As in twice twelve hours this Bier
Goes and returns, about the East-cone rolled,
"So may a setting luminary here
Be rescued from extinction, rolled anew
Upon its track of labour, strong and clear,
"About the Pole—that Salem, every Jew 160 Helps to build up when thus he saves some Saint
Ordained its architect. Ye grasp the clue
"To all ye seek? The Rabbi's lamp-flame faint
Sinks: would ye raise it? Lend then life from yours,
Spare each his oil-drop! Do I need acquaint
"The Chosen how self-sacrifice ensures
Tenfold requital?—urge ye emulate
The fame of those Old Just Ones death procures
"Such praise for, that 'tis now men's sole debate
Which of the Ten who volunteered at Rome 170 To die for glory to our Race, was great
"Beyond his fellows? Was it thou—the comb
Of iron carded, flesh from bone, away,
While thy lips sputtered thro' their bloody foam
"Without a stoppage (O brave Akiba!)
'Hear, Israel, our Lord God is One'? Or thou,
Jischab?—who smiledst, burning, since there lay,
"Burning along with thee, our Law! I trow,
Such martyrdom might tax flesh to afford:
While that for which I make petition now, 180
"To what amounts it? Youngster, wilt thou hoard
Each minute of long years thou look'st to spend
In dalliance with thy spouse? Hast thou so soared,
"Singer of songs, all out of sight of friend
And teacher, warbling like a woodland bird,
There's left no Selah, 'twixt two psalms, to lend
"Our late-so-tuneful quirist? Thou, averred
The fighter born to plant our lion-flag
Once more on Zion's mount,—doth, all-unheard,
"My pleading fail to move thee? Toss some rag 190 Shall staunch our wound, some minute never missed
From swordsman's lustihood like thine! Wilt lag
"In liberal bestowment, show close fist
When open palm we look for,—thou, wide-known
For statecraft? whom, 'tis said, an if thou list,
"The Shah himself would seat beside his throne.
So valued were advice from thee" . . . But here
He stopped short: such a hubbub! Not alone
From those addressed, but far as well as near
The crowd broke into clamour: "Mine, mine, mine— 200 Lop from my life the excrescence, never fear!
"At me thou lookedst, markedst me! Assign
To me that privilege of granting life—
Mine, mine!" Then he: "Be patient! I combine
"The needful portions only, wage no strife
With Nature's law nor seek to lengthen out
The Rabbi's day unduly. 'Tis the knife
"I stop,—would cut its thread too short. About
As much as helps life last the proper term,
The appointed Fourscore,—that I crave, and scout 210
"A too-prolonged existence. Let the worm
Change at fit season to the butterfly!
And here a story strikes me, to confirm
"This judgment. Of our worthies, none ranks high
As Perida who kept the famous school:
None rivalled him in patience: none! For why?
"In lecturing it was his constant rule,
Whatever he expounded, to repeat
—Ay, and keep on repeating, lest some fool
"Should fail to understand him fully—(feat 220 Unparalleled, Uzzean!)—do ye mark?—
Five hundred times! So might he entrance beat
"For knowledge into howsoever dark
And dense the brain-pan. Yet it happed, at close
Of one especial lecture, not one spark
"Of light was found to have illumed the rows
Of pupils round their pedagogue. 'What, still
Impenetrable to me? Then—here goes!'
"And for a second time he sets the rill
Of knowledge running, and five hundred times 230 More re-repeats the matter—and gains nil.
"Out broke a voice from heaven: 'Thy patience climbs
Even thus high. Choose! Wilt thou, rather, quick
Ascend to bliss—or, since thy zeal sublimes
" 'Such drudgery, will thy back still bear its crick,
Bent o'er thy class,—thy voice drone spite of drouth,—
Five hundred years more at thy desk wilt stick?'
" 'To heaven with me!' was in the good man's mouth,
When all his scholars—cruel-kind were they!—
Stopped utterance, from East, West, North and South, 240
"Rending the welkin with their shout of 'Nay—
No heaven as yet for our instructor! Grant
Five hundred years on earth for Perida!'
"And so long did he keep instructing! Want
Our Master no such misery! I but take
Three months of life marital. Ministrant
"Be thou of so much, Poet! Bold I make,
Swordsman, with thy frank offer!—and conclude,
Statist, with thine! One year,—ye will not shake
"My purpose to accept no more. So rude? 250 The very boys and girls, forsooth, must press
And proffer their addition? Thanks! The mood
"Is laudable, but I reject, no less,
One month, week, day of life more. Leave my gown,
Ye overbold ones! Your life's gift, you guess,
"Were good as any? Rudesby, get thee down!
Set my feet free, or fear my staff! Farewell,
Seniors and saviours, sharers of renown
"With Jochanan henceforward!" Straightway fell
Sleep on the sufferer; who awoke in health, 260 Hale everyway, so potent was the spell.
O the rare Spring-time! Who is he by stealth
Approaches Jochanan?—embowered that sits
Under his vine and figtree mid the wealth
Of garden-sights and sounds, since intermits
Never the turtle's coo, nor stays nor stints
The rose her smell. In homage that befits
The musing Master, Tsaddik, see, imprints
A kiss on the extended foot, low bends
Forehead to earth, then, all-obsequious, hints 270
"What if it should be time? A period ends—
That of the Lover's gift—his quarter-year
Of lustihood: 'tis just thou make amends,
"Return that loan with usury: so, here
Come I, of thy Disciples delegate,
Claiming our lesson from thee. Make appear
"Thy profit from experience! Plainly state
How men should Love!" Thus he: and to him thus
The Rabbi: "Love, ye call it?—rather, Hate!
"What wouldst thou? Is it needful I discuss 280 Wherefore new sweet wine, poured in bottles caked
With old strong wine's deposit, otters us
"Spoilt liquor we recoil from, thirst-unslaked?
Like earth-smoke from a crevice, out there wound
Languors and yearnings: not a sense but ached
"Weighed on by fancied form and feature, sound
Of silver word and sight of sunny smile:
No beckoning of a flower-branch, no profound
'— Purple of noon-oppression, no light wile
O' the West wind, but transformed itself till—brief— 290 Before me stood the phantasy ye style
"Youth's love, the joy that shall not come to grief,
Born to endure, eternal, unimpaired
By custom the accloyer, time the thief.
"Had Age's hard cold knowledge only spared
That ignorance of Youth! But now the dream,
Fresh as from Paradise, alighting fared
"As fares the pigeon, finding what may seem
Her nest's safe hollow holds a snake inside
Coiled to enclasp her. See, Eve stands supreme 300
"In youth and beauty! Take her for thy bride!
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew
Morn set a-sparkle, but which noon has dried
"While Youth hent gazing at its red and blue
Supposed perennial,—never dreamed the sun
Which kindled the display would quench it too.
"Graces of shape and colour—everyone
With its appointed period of decay
When ripe to purpose! 'Still, these dead and done,
" 'Survives the woman-nature—the soft sway 310 Of undefinable omnipotence
O'er our strong male-stuff, we of Adam's clay.'
"Ay, if my physics taught not why and whence
The attraction! Am I like the simple steer
Who, from his pasture lured inside the fence,
"Where yoke and goad await him, holds that mere
Kindliness prompts extension of the hand
Hollowed for barley, which drew near and near
"His nose—in proof that, of the horned band,
The farmer best affected him? Beside, 320 Steer, long since calfhood, got to understand
"Farmers a many in the world so wide
Were ready with a handful just as choice
Or choicer—maize and cummin, treats untried.
"Shall I wed wife, and all my days rejoice
I gained the peacock? 'Las me, round I look,
And lo—'With me thou would'st have blamed no voice
" 'Like hers that daily deafens like a rook:
I am the phoenix!'—'I, the lark, the dove,
—The owl,' for aught knows he who blindly took 330
"Peacock for partner, while the vale, the grove,
The plain held bird-mates in abundance. There!
Youth, try fresh capture! Age has found out Love
"Long ago. War seems better worth man's care.
But leave me! Disappointment finds a balm
Haply in slumber." "This first step o' the stair
"To knowledge fails me, but the victor's palm
Lies on the next to tempt him overleap
A stumbling-block. Experienced, gather calm,
"Thou excellence of Judah, cured by sleep 340 Which ushers in the Warrior, to replace
The Lover! At due season I shall reap
"Fruit of my planting!" So, with lengthened face,
Departed Tsaddik: and three moons more waxed
And waned, and not until the Summer-space
Waned likewise, any second visit taxed
The Rabbi's patience. But at three months' end,
Behold, supine beneath a rock, relaxed
The sage lay musing till the noon should spend
Its ardour. Up comes Tsaddik, who but he, 350 With "Master, may I warn thee, nor offend,
"That time comes round again? We look to see
Sprout from the old branch—not the youngling twig—
But fruit of sycamine: deliver me,
"To share among my fellows, some plump fig,
Juicy as seedy! That same man of war,
Who, with a scantling of his store, made big
"Thy starveling nature, caused thee, safe from scar,
To share his gains by long acquaintanceship
With bump and bruise and all the knocks that are 360
"Of battle dowry,—he bids loose thy lip,
Explain the good of battle! Since thou know'st,
Let us know likewise! Fast the moments slip,
"More need that we improve them!"—"Ay, we boast,
We warriors in our youth, that with the sword
Man goes the swiftliest to the uttermost—
"Takes the straight way thro' lands yet unexplored
To absolute Right and Good,—may so obtain
God's glory and man's weal too long ignored,
"Too late attained by preachments all in vain— 370 The passive process. Knots get tangled worse
By toying with: does cut cord close again?
"Moreover there is blessing in the curse
Peace-praisers call war. What so sure evolves
All the capacities of soul, proves nurse
"Of that self-sacrifice in men which solves
The riddle—Wherein differs Man from beast?
Foxes boast cleverness and courage wolves:
"Nowhere but in mankind is found the least
Touch of an impulse 'To our fellows—good 380 I' the highest!—not diminished but increased
" 'By the condition plainly understood
—Such good shall be attained at price of hurt
I' the highest to ourselves!' Fine sparks, that brood
"Confusedly in Man, 'tis war bids spurt
Forth into flame: as fares the meteor-mass,
Whereof no particle but holds inert
"Some seed of light and heat, however crass
The enclosure, yet avails not to discharge
Its radiant birth before there come to pass 390
"Some push external,—strong to set at large
Those dormant fire-seeds, whirl them in a trice
Through heaven, and light up earth from marge to marge:
"Since force by motion makes—what erst was ice—
Crash into fervency and so expire,
Because some Djinn has hit on a device
"For proving the full prettiness of fire!
Ay, thus we prattle—young: but old—why, first,
Where's that same Right and Good—(the wise inquire)—
"So absolute, it warrants the outburst 400 Of blood, tears, all war's woeful consequence,
That comes of the fine flaring? Which plague cursed
"The more your benefited Man—offence,
Or what suppressed the offender? Say it did—
Show us the evil cured by violence,
"Submission cures not also! Lift the lid
From the maturing crucible, we find
Its slow sure coaxing-out of virtue, hid
"In that same meteor-mass, hath uncombined
Those particles and, yielding for result 410 Gold, not mere flame, by so much leaves behind
"The heroic product. E'en the simple cult
Of Edom's children wisely bids them turn
Cheek to the smiter with 'Sic Jesus vult.'
"Say there's a tyrant by whose death we earn
Freedom, and justify a war to wage:
Good!—were we only able to discern
"Exactly how to reach and catch and cage
Him only and no innocent beside!
Whereas the folk whereon war wreaks its rage 420
"—How shared they his ill-doing? Far and wide
The victims of our warfare strew the plain,
Ten thousand dead, thereof not one but died
"In faith that vassals owed their suzerain
Life: therefore each paid tribute,—honest soul,—
To that same Right and Good ourselves are fain
"To claim exclusively our end. From bole
(Since ye accept in me a sycamine)
Pluck, eat, digest a fable—yea, the sole
"Fig I afford you! 'Dost thou dwarf my vine?' 430 (So did a certain husbandman address
The tree which faced his field.) 'Receive condign
" 'Punishment, prompt removal by the stress
Of axe I forthwith lay unto thy root!'
Long did he hack and hew, the root no less
"As long defied him, for its tough strings shoot
As deep down as the boughs above aspire:
All that he did was—shake to the tree's foot
"Leafage and fruitage, things we most require
For shadow and refreshment: which good deed 440 Thoroughly done, behold the axe-haft tires
"His hand, and he desisting leaves unfreed
The vine he hacked and hewed for. Comes a frost,
One natural night's work, and there's little need
"Of hacking, hewing: lo, the tree's a ghost!
Perished it starves, black death from topmost bough
To farthest-reaching fibre! Shall I boast
"My rough work,—warfare,—helped more? Loving, now—
That, by comparison, seems wiser, since
The loving fool was able to avow 450
"He could effect his purpose, just evince
Love's willingness,—once 'ware of what she lacked,
His loved one,—to go work for that, nor wince
"At self-expenditure: he neither hacked
Nor hewed, but when the lady of his field
Required defence because the sun attacked,
"He, failing to obtain a fitter shield,
Would interpose his body, and so blaze,
Blest in the burning. Ah, were mine to wield
"The intellectual weapon—poet-lays,— 460 How preferably had I sung one song
Which . . . but my sadness sinks me: go your ways!
"I sleep out disappointment." "Come along,
Never lose heart! There's still as much again
Of our bestowment left to right the wrong
"Done by its earlier moiety—explain
Wherefore, who may! The Poet's mood comes next.
Was he not wishful the poetic vein
"Should pulse within him? Jochanan, thou reck'st
Little of what a generous flood shall soon 470 Float thy clogged spirit free and unperplexed
"Above dry dubitation! Song's the boon
Shall make amends for my untoward mistake
That Joshua-like thou could'st bid sun and moon—
"Fighter and Lover,—which for most men make
All they descry in heaven,—stand both stock-still
And lend assistance. Poet shalt thou wake!"
Autumn brings Tsaddik. "Ay, there speeds the rill
Loaded with leaves: a scowling sky, beside:
The wind makes olive-trees up yonder hill 480
"Whiten and shudder—symptoms far and wide
Of gleaning-time's approach; and glean good store
May I presume to trust we shall, thou tried
"And ripe experimenter! Three months more
Have ministered to growth of Song: that graft
Into thy sterile stock has found at core
"Moisture, I warrant, hitherto unquaffed
By boughs, however florid, wanting sap
Of prose-experience which provides the draught
"Mere song-sprouts, wanting, wither: vain we tap 490 A youngling stem all green and immature;
Experience must secrete the stuff, our hap
"Will be to quench Man's thirst with, glad and sure
That fancy wells up through corrective fact:
Missing which test of truth, though flowers allure
"The goodman's eye with promise, soon the pact
Is broken, and 'tis flowers,—mere words,—he finds
When things,—that's fruit,—he looked for. Well, once cracked
"The nut, how glad my tooth the kernel grinds!
Song may henceforth boast substance! Therefore, hail 500 Proser and poet, perfect in both kinds!
"Thou from whose eye hath dropped the envious scale
Which hides the truth of things and substitutes
Deceptive show, unaided optics fail
"To transpierce,—hast entrusted to the lute's
Soft but sure guardianship some unrevealed
Secret shall lift mankind above the brutes
"As only knowledge can?" "A fount unsealed"
(Sighed Jochanan) "should seek the heaven in leaps
To die in dew-gems—not find death, congealed 510
"By contact with the cavern's nether deeps,
Earth's secretest foundation where, enswathed
In dark and fear, primaeval mystery sleeps—
"Petrific fount wherein my fancies bathed
And straight turned ice. My dreams of good and fair
In soaring upwards had dissolved, unscathed
"By any influence of the kindly air,
Singing, as each took flight, The Future—that's
Our destination, mists turn rainbows there,
"Which sink to fog, confounded in the flats 520 O' the Present! Day's the song-time for the lark,
Night for her music boasts but owls and bats.
"And what's the Past but night—the deep and dark
Ice-spring I speak of, corpse-thicked with its drowned
Dead fancies which no sooner touched the mark
"They aimed at—fact—than all at once they found
Their film-wings freeze, henceforth unfit to reach
And roll in aether, revel—robed and crowned
"As truths, confirmed by falsehood all and each—
Sovereign and absolute and ultimate! 530 Up with them, skyward, Youth, ere Age impeach
"Thy least of promises to re-instate
Adam in Eden! Sing on, ever sing,
Chirp till thou burst!—the fool cicada's fate,
"Who holds that after Summer next comes Spring,
Than Summer's self sun-warmed, spice-scented more.
Fighting was better! There, no fancy-fling
"Pitches you past the point was reached of yore
By Sampsons, Abners, Joabs, Judases,
The mighty men of valour who, before 540
"Our little day, did wonders none profess
To doubt were fable and not fact, so trust
By fancy-flights to emulate much less.
"Were I a Statesman, now! Why, that were just
To pinnacle my soul, mankind above,
A-top the universe: no vulgar lust
"To gratify—fame, greed, at this remove
Looked down upon so far—or overlooked
So largely, rather—that mine eye should rove
"World-wide and rummage earth, the many-nooked, 550 Yet find no unit of the human flock
Caught straying but straight comes back hooked and crooked
"By the strong shepherd who, from out his stock
Of aids proceeds to treat each ailing fleece,
Here stimulate to growth, curtail and dock
"There, baldness or excrescence,—that, with grease,
This, with up-grubbing of the bristly patch
Born of the tick-bite. How supreme a peace
"Steals o'er the Statist,—while, in wit, a match
For shrewd Ahithophel, in wisdom . . . well, 560 His name escapes me—somebody, at watch
"And ward, the fellow of Ahithophel
In guidance of the Chosen!"—at which word
Eyes closed and fast asleep the Rabbi fell.
"Cold weather!" shivered Tsaddik. "Yet the hoard
Of the sagacious ant shows garnered grain,
Ever abundant most when fields afford
"Least pasture, and alike disgrace the plain
Tall tree and lowly shrub. 'Tis so with us
Mortals: our age stores wealth ye seek in vain 570
"While busy youth culls just what we discuss
At leisure in the last days: and the last
Truly are these for Jochanan, whom thus
"I make one more appeal to! Thine amassed
Experience, now or never, let escape
Some portion of! For I perceive aghast
"The end approaches, while they jeer and jape,
These sons of Shimei: 'Justify your boast!
What have ye gained from Death by twelve months' rape?'
"Statesman, what cure hast thou for—least and most— 580 Popular grievances? What nostrum, say,
Will make the Rich and Poor, expertly dosed,
"Forget disparity, bid each go gay,
That, with his bauble,—with his burden, this?
Propose an alkahest shall melt away
"Men's lacquer, show by prompt analysis
Which is the metal, which the make-believe,
So that no longer brass shall find, gold miss
"Coinage and currency? Make haste, retrieve
The precious moments, Master!" Whereunto 590 There snarls an "Ever laughing in thy sleeve,
"Pert Tsaddik? Youth indeed sees plain a clue
To guide man where life's wood is intricate:
How shall he fail to thrid its thickets through
"When every oak-trunk takes the eye? Elate
He goes from bole to brushwood, plunging finds—
Smothered in briars—that the small's the great!
"All men are men: I would all minds were minds!
Whereas 'tis just the many's mindless mass
That most needs helping: labourers and hinds 600
"We legislate for—not the cultured class
Which law-makes for itself nor needs the whip
And bridle,—proper help for mule and ass,
"Did the brutes know! In vain our statesmanship
Strives at contenting the rough multitude:
Still the ox cries ' 'Tis me thou shouldst equip
" 'With equine trappings!' or, in humbler mood,
'Cribful of corn for me! and, as for work—
Adequate rumination o'er my food!'
"Better remain a Poet! Needs it irk 610 Such an one if light, kindled in his sphere,
Fail to transfuse the Mizraim cold and murk
"Round about Goshen? Though light disappear,
Shut inside,—temporary ignorance
Got outside of, lo, light emerging clear
"Shows each astonished starer the expanse
Of heaven made bright with knowledge! That's the way,
The only way—I see it at a glance—
"To legislate for earth! As poet . . . Stay!
What is . . . I would that . . . were it . . . I had been . . . 620 O sudden change, as if my arid clay
"Burst into bloom! . . ." "A change indeed, I ween,
And change the last!" sighed Tsaddik as he kissed
The closing eyelids. "Just as those serene
"Princes of Night apprised me! Our acquist
Of life is spent, since corners only four
Hath Aisch, and each in turn was made desist
"In passage round the Pole (O Mishna's lore—
Little it profits here!) by strenuous tug
Of friends who eked out thus to full fourscore 630
"The Rabbi's years. I see each shoulder shrug!
What have we gained? Away the Bier may roll!
To-morrow, when the Master's grave is dug,
"In with his body I may pitch the scroll
I hoped to glorify with, text and gloss,
My Science of Man's Life: one blank's the whole!
"Love, war, song, statesmanship—no gain, all loss,
The stars' bestowment! We on our return
To-morrow merely find—not gold but dross,
"The body not the soul. Come, friends, we learn 640 At least thus much by our experiment—
That—that . . . well, find what, whom it may concern!"
But next day through the city rumours went
Of a new persecution; so, they fled
All Israel, each man,—this time,—from his tent,
Tsaddik among the foremost. When, the dread
Subsiding, Israel ventured back again
Some three months after, to the cave they sped
Where lay the Sage,—a reverential train!
Tsaddik first enters. "What is this I view? 650 The Rabbi still alive? No stars remain
"Of Aisch to stop within their courses. True,
I mind me, certain gamesome boys must urge
Their offerings on me: can it be—one threw
"Life at him and it stuck? There needs the scourge
To teach that urchin manners! Prithee, grant
Forgiveness if we pretermit thy dirge
"Just to explain no friend was ministrant,
This time, of life to thee! Some jackanapes,
I gather, has presumed to foist his scant 660
"Scurvy unripe existence—wilding grapes
Grass-green and sorrel-sour—on that grand wine,
Mighty as mellow, which, so fancy shapes
"May fitly image forth this life of thine
Fed on the last low fattening lees—condensed
Elixir, no milk-mildness of the vine!
"Rightly with Tsaddik wert thou now incensed
Had he been witting of the mischief wrought
When, for elixir, verjuice he dispensed!"
And slowly woke,—like Shushan's flower besought 670 By over-curious handling to unloose
The curtained secrecy wherein she thought
Her captive bee, mid store of sweets to choose,
Would loll in gold, pavilioned lie unteased,
Sucking on, sated never,—whose, O whose
Might seem that countenance, uplift, all eased
Of old distraction and bewilderment,
Absurdly happy? "How ye have appeased
"The strife within me, bred this whole content,
This utter acquiescence in my past 680 Present and future life,—by whom was lent
"The power to work this miracle at last,—
Exceeds my guess. Though—ignorance confirmed
By knowledge sounds like paradox, I cast
"Vainly about to tell you—fitlier termed—
Of calm struck by encountering opposites,
Each nullifying either! Henceforth wormed
"From out my heart is every snake that bites
The dove that else would brood there: doubt, which kills
With hiss of 'What if sorrows end delights?' 690
"Fear which stings ease with 'Work the Master wills!'
Experience which coils round and strangles quick
Each hope with 'Ask the Past if hoping skills
" 'To work accomplishment, or proves a trick
Wiling thee to endeavour! Strive, fool, stop
Nowise, so live, so die—that's law! why kick
" 'Against the pricks?' All out-wormed! Slumber, drop
Thy films once more and veil the bliss within!
Experience strangle hope? Hope waves a-top
"Her wings triumphant! Come what will, I win, 700 Whoever loses! Every dream's assured
Of soberest fulfilment. Where's a sin
"Except in doubting that the light, which lured
The unwary into darkness, meant no wrong
Had I but marched on bold, nor paused immured
"By mists I should have pressed thro', passed along
My way henceforth rejoicing? Not the boy's
Passionate impulse he conceits so strong,
"Which, at first touch, truth, bubble-like, destroys,—
Not the man's slow conviction 'Vanity 710 Of vanities—alike my griefs and joys!'
"Ice!—thawed (look up) each bird, each insect by—
(Look round) by all the plants that break in bloom,
(Look down) by every dead friend's memory
"That smiles 'Am I the dust within my tomb?'
Not either, but both these—amalgam rare—
Mix in a product, not from Nature's womb,
"But stuff which He the Operant—who shall dare
Describe His operation?—strikes alive
And thaumaturgic. I nor know nor care 720
"How from this tohu-bohu—hopes which dive,
And fears which soar—faith, ruined through and through
By doubt, and doubt, faith treads to dust—revive
"In some surprising sort,—as see, they do!—
Not merely foes no longer but fast friends.
What does it mean unless—O strange and new
"Discovery!—this life proves a wine-press—blends
Evil and good, both fruits of Paradise,
Into a novel drink which—who intends
"To quaff, must bear a brain for ecstasies 730 Attempered, not this all-inadequate
Organ which, quivering within me, dies
"—Nay, lives!—what, how,—too soon, or else too late—
I was—I am . . ." ("He babbleth!" Tsaddik mused)
"O Thou Almighty who canst reinstate
Truths in their primal clarity, confused
By man's perception, which is man's and made
To suit his service,—how, once disabused
"Of reason which sees light half shine half shade,
Because of flesh, the medium that adjusts 740 Purity to his visuals, both an aid
"And hindrance,—how to eyes earth's air encrusts,
When purged and perfect to receive truth's beam
Pouring itself on the new sense it trusts
"With all its plenitude of power,—how seem
The intricacies now, of shade and shine,
Oppugnant natures—Right and Wrong, we deem
"Irreconcilable? O eyes of mine,
Freed now of imperfection, ye avail
To see the whole sight, nor may uncombine 750
"Henceforth what, erst divided, caused you quail—
So huge the chasm between the false and true,
The dream and the reality! All hail,
"Day of my soul's deliverance—day the new,
The never-ending! What though every shape
Whereon I wreaked my yearning to pursue
"Even to success each semblance of escape
From my own bounded self to some all-fair
All-wise external fancy, proved a rape
"Like that old giant's, feigned of fools—on air, 760 Not solid flesh? How otherwise? To love—
That lesson was to learn not here—but there—
"On earth, not here! 'Tis there we learn,—there prove
Our parts upon the stuff we needs must spoil,
Striving at mastery, there bend above
"The spoiled clay potsherds, many a year of toil
Attests the potter tried his hand upon,
Till sudden he arose, wiped free from soil
"His hand, cried 'So much for attempt—anon
Performance! Taught to mould the living vase, 770 What matter the cracked pitchers dead and gone?'
"Could I impart and could thy mind embrace
The secret, Tsaddik!" "Secret none to me!"
Quoth Tsaddik, as the glory on the face
Of Jochanan was quenched. "The truth I see
Of what that excellence of Judah wrote,
Doughty Halaphta. This a case must be
"Wherein, though the last breath have passed the throat,
So that 'The man is dead' we may pronounce,
Yet is the Ruach—(thus do we denote 780
"The imparted Spirit)—in no haste to bounce
From its entrusted Body,—some three days
Lingers ere it relinquish to the pounce
"Of hawk-clawed Death his victim. Further says
Halaphta, 'Instances have been, and yet
Again may be, when saints, whose earthly ways
" 'Tend to perfection, very nearly get
To heaven while still on earth: and, as a fine
Interval shows where waters pure have met
" 'Waves brackish, in a mixture, sweet with brine, 790 That's neither sea nor river but a taste
Of both—so meet the earthly and divine
" 'And each is either.' Thus I hold him graced—
Dying on earth, half inside and half out,
Wholly in heaven, who knows? My mind embraced
"Thy secret, Jochanan, how dare I doubt?
Follow thy Ruach, let earth, all it can,
Keep of the leavings!" Thus was brought about
The sepulture of Rabbi Jochanan:
Thou hast him,—sinner-saint, live-dead, boy-man,— 800 Schiphaz, on Bendimir, in Farzistan!

### Note

This story can have no better authority than that of the treatise, existing dispersedly in fragments of Rabbinical writing, ברים משך של רבים, from which I might have helped myself more liberally. Thus, instead of the simple reference to "Moses' stick",—but what if I make amends by attempting three illustrations, when some thirty might be composed on the same subject, equally justifying that pithy proverb קם כמשה ממשה עד משה לא.
I
Moses the Meek was thirty cubits high,
 The staff he strode with—thirty cubits long;
 And when he leapt, so muscular and strong
Was Moses that his leaping neared the sky
By thirty cubits more: we learn thereby
 He reached full ninety cubits—am I wrong?—
 When, in a fight slurred o'er by sacred song,
With staff outstretched he took a leap to try
The just dimensions of the giant Og.
 And yet he barely touched—this marvel lacked
Posterity to crown earth's catalogue
 Of marvels—barely touched—to be exact—
The giant's ankle-bone, remained a frog
 That fain would match an ox in stature: fact!
II
And this same fact has met with unbelief!
 How saith a certain traveller? "Young, I chanced
 To come upon an object—if thou canst,
Guess me its name and nature! 'Twas, in brief,
White, hard, round, hollow, of such length, in chief,
 —And this is what especially enhanced
My wonder—that it seemed, as i advanced,
Never to end. Bind up within thy sheaf
Of marvels, this—Posterity! I walked
 From end to end,—four hours walked I, who go
A goodly pace,—and found—I have not baulked
 Thine expectation, Stranger? Ay or No?
'Twas but Og's thigh-bone, all the while. I stalked
 Alongside of: respect to Moses, though!
III
Og's thigh-bone—if ye deem its measure strange,
 Myself can witness to much length of shank
 Even in birds. Upon a water's bank
Once halting, I was minded to exchange
Noon heat for cool. Quoth I, "On many a grange
 I have seen storks perch—legs both long and lank:
 Yon stork's must touch the bottom of this tank,
Since on its top doth wet no plume derange
Of the smooth breast. I'll bathe there!" "Do not so!"
 Warned me a voice from heaven. "A man let drop
 His axe into that shallow rivulet—
As thou accountest—seventy years ago:
It fell and fell and still without a stop
 Keeps falling, nor has reached the bottom yet."