# Studies in Song/By the North Sea

BY THE NORTH SEA
TO WALTER THEODORE WATTS.
'We are what suns and winds and waters make us.'—Landor.
Sea, wind, and sun, with light and sound and breath The spirit of man fulfilling—these create That joy wherewith man's life grown passionate Gains heart to hear and sense to read and faith To know the secret word our Mother saith In silence, and to see, though doubt wax great, Death as the shadow cast by life on fate, Passing, whose shade we call the shadow of death.
Brother, to whom our Mother as to me Is dearer than all dreams of days undone, This song I give you of the sovereign three That are as life and sleep and death are, one: A song the sea-wind gave me from the sea, Where nought of man's endures before the sun.
BY THE NORTH SEA.
I.
i.
A sea that is stranger than death: Far fields that a rose never blew in, Wan waste where the winds lack breath; Waste endless and boundless and flowerless But of marsh-blossoms fruitless as free: Where earth lies exhausted, as powerless To strive with the sea.
2.
Far flutters the weft of the grass Spun dense over desolate hollows More pale than the clouds as they pass: Thick woven as the weft of a witch is Round the heart of a thrall that hath sinned, Whose youth and the wrecks of its riches Are waifs on the wind.
3.
No pasture or shelter for herds: The wind is relentless and sleepless, And restless and songless the birds;
Their cries from afar fall breathless, Their wings are as lightnings that flee; For the land has two lords that are deathless: Death's self, and the sea.
4.
Hold converse of desolate speech: And her waters are haggard and yellow And crass with the scurf of the beach: And his garments are grey as the hoary Wan sky where the day lies dim; And his power is to her, and his glory, As hers unto him.
5.
In her glory he glows and is glad:
In her darkness the sound of his voice is, With his breath she dilates and is mad: 'If thou slay me, O death, and outlive me, Yet thy love hath fulfilled me of thee.' 'Shall I give thee not back if thou give me, O sister, O sea?'
6.
And age upon age drops dead: And his hand is not weary of giving, And the thirst of her heart is not fed: And the hunger that moans in her passion, And the rage in her hunger that roars, As a wolf's that the winter lays lash on, Still calls and implores.
7.
No fortalice fronting her stands: But reefs the bloodguiltiest of murder Are less than the banks of her sands: These number their slain by the thousand; For the ship hath no surety to be, When the bank is abreast of her bows and Aflush with the sea.
8.
To dawn out of darkness but one, Out of waters that hurtle and welter No succour to dawn with the sun
But a rest from the wind as it passes, Where, hardly redeemed from the waves, Lie thick as the blades of the grasses The dead in their graves.
9.
As wild weeds cast on an heap: And sounder than sleep are their slumbers, And softer than song is their sleep; And sweeter than all things and stranger The sense, if perchance it may be, That the wind is divested of danger And scatheless the sea.
10.
Is hurtless as bellowing of herds,
And the strength of his wings that invested The wind, as the strength of a bird's; As the sea-mew's might or the swallow's That cry to him back if he cries, As over the graves and their hollows Days darken and rise.
11.
And clean of the sins that they sinned, With a lovelier than man's life guerdoned And delight as a wave's in the wind, And delight as the wind's in the billow, Birds pass, and deride with their glee The flesh that has dust for its pillow As wrecks have the sea.
12.
Wings flash through the dusk like beams; As the clouds in the lit sky glimmer, The bird in the graveyard gleams; As the cloud at its wing's edge whitens When the clarions of sunrise are heard, The graves that the bird's note brightens Grow bright for the bird.
13.
That the wind cannot number who guides Are the sons of the shore and the daughters Here lulled by the chime of the tides:
And here in the press of them standing We know not if these or if we Live truliest, or anchored to landing Or drifted to sea.
14.
No denser were multitudes met When the soul of the seer in her vision Saw nations for doom of them set; Saw darkness in dawn, and the splendour Of judgment, the sword and the rod; But the doom here of death is more tender And gentler the god.
15.
Sea-banks by the waves overlapped, Being weary, speaks peace to the weary From slopes that the tide-stream hath sapped; And sweeter than all that we call so The seal of their slumber shall be Till the graves that embosom them also Be sapped of the sea.
II.
i.
And the kisses are dire of their lips, And their waves are as fire is to fuel To the strength of the sea-faring ships, Though the sea's eye gleam as a jewel To the sun's eye back as he dips.
2.
Live light of delight and of laughter,
And her lips breathe back to the breeze The kiss that the wind's lips waft her From the sun that subsides, and sees No gleam of the storm's dawn after.
3.
Where the borderers are matched in their might-- Bleak fens that the sun's weight parches, Dense waves that reject his light-- Change under the change-coloured arches Of changeless morning and night
4.
Too close for the storm to sever:
The fens lie naked and cold, But their heart fails utterly never: The lists are set from of old, And the warfare endureth for ever.
III.
i.
Leagues on leagues on leagues without a change! Sign or token of some eldest nation Here would make the strange land not so strange. Time-forgotten, yea since time's creation, Seem these borders where the sea-birds range.
2.
Grows his heart who journeys here alone. Earth and all its thoughts of earth sink under Deep as deep in water sinks a stone. Hardly knows it if the rollers thunder, Hardly whence the lonely wind is blown.
3.
Sharp and soft in many a curve and line Gleam and glow the sea-coloured marsh-mosses, Salt and splendid from the circling brine. Streak on streak of glimmering seashine crosses All the land sea-saturate as with wine.
4.
Clear grey steeples cleave the low grey sky; Fast and firm as time-unshaken warders, Hearts made sure by faith, by hope made high. These alone in all the wild sea-borders Fear no blast of days and nights that die.
5.
Pale and troubled still with change of cares. Doubt and death pervade her clouded spaces: Strength and length of life and peace are theirs; Theirs alone amid these weary places. Seeing not how the wild world frets and fares.
6.
Cloud-clogged sunlight, cloud by sunlight thinned, Stern and sweet, above the sand-hill ranges Watch the towers and tombs of men that sinned Once, now calm as earth whose only change is Wind, and light, and wind, and cloud, and wind.
7.
In and out and in the wild way strives, Starred and paved and lined with flowers that squander Gold as golden as the gold of hives, Salt and moist and multiform: but yonder, See, what sign of life or death survives?
8.
Harps were young whose echoes yet endure, Hymned of Homer when his years were golden, Known of only when the world was pure, Here is Hades, manifest, beholden, Surely, surely here, if aught be sure!
9.
Death from life, keeps weariness from rest, None can tell, who fares here forward wondering; None may doubt but here might end his quest. Here life's lightning joys and woes once thundering Sea-like round him cease like storm suppressed.
10.
Guest of many a lord of many a land Saw the shape or shade of years departed, Saw the semblance risen and hard at hand, Saw the mother long from love's reach parted, Anticleia, like a statue stand.
11.
Fair on hangings in his father's hall; Nay, too fast her faith of heart was proven, Far too firm her loveliest love of all; Love wherethrough the loving heart was cloven, Love that hears not when the loud Fates call.
12.
Then when life has ebbed and anguish fled; Love more strong than death or all things fated, Child's and mother's, lit by love and led; Love that found what life so long awaited Here, when life came down among the dead.
13.
Came her son across the sundering tide Crossed before by many a warrior brother Once that warred on Ilion at his side; Here spread forth vain hands to clasp the mother Dead, that sorrowing for his love's sake died.
14.
Clasp he might not, only might implore, Sundered yet by bitterest of derisions, Son, and mother from the son she bore— Here? But all dispeopled here of visions Lies, forlorn of shadows even, the shore.
15.
All too fain they lived of light to see, Once to see the darkness of these beaches, Once to sing this Hades found of me Ghostless, all its gulfs and creeks and reaches, Sky, and shore, and cloud, and waste, and sea.
IV.
i.
Far forward as folk in a dream That strive, between doubting and daring Right on till the goal for them gleam, Full forth till their goal on them lighten, The harbour where fain they would be, What headlands there darken and brighten? What change in the sea?
2.
Safe inland to lee of the hill As it slopes from the headlands that wrestle And succumb to the strong sea's will? Truce is not, nor respite, nor pity, For the battle is waged not of hands Where over the grave of a city The ghost of it stands.
3.
Green lawns to the landward thrive, Fields brighten and pine-woods blacken, And the heat in their heart is alive;
They blossom and warble and murmur, For the sense of their spirit is free: But harder to shoreward and firmer The grasp of the sea.
4.
The banks drop down into dust, The heights of the hills are made humble, As a reed's is the strength of their trust: As a city's that armies environ, The strength of their stay is of sand: But the grasp of the sea is as iron, Laid hard on the land.
5.
A sea that is hungrier than death; Heaped hills that a tree never grew in; Wide sands where the wave draws breath; All solace is here for the spirit That ever for ever may be For the soul of thy son to inherit, My mother, my sea.
6.
O desire of the wind on the wold, More glad than a man's when it reaches That end which it sought from of old
And the palm of possession is dreary To the sense that in search of it sinned; But nor satisfied ever nor weary Is ever the wind.
7.
Is more than of all things that live: For the world that has all things for giving Has nothing so goodly to give: But more than delight his desire is, For the goal where his pinions would be Is immortal as air or as fire is, Immense as the sea.
8.
From darkness and depth of the night, Though hence be the spring of his sorrows, Hence too is the joy of his might; The delight that his doom is for ever To seek and desire and rejoice, And the sense that eternity never Shall silence his voice.
9.
Nor weariness ever estrange Nor time be so strong as to rifle Nor change be so great as to change
His gift that renews in the giving. The joy that exalts him to be Alone of all elements living The lord of the sea.
10.
More fierce than all fires are her waves: What is earth, that its gulfs should entomb her? More deep are her own than their graves. Life shrinks from his pinions that cover The darkness by thunders bedinned: But she knows him, her lord and her lover, The godhead of wind.
11.
His breath on her lips for a space; Such rapture he wins not without her In the width of his worldwide race. Though the forests bow down, and the mountains Wax dark, and the tribes of them flee, His delight is more deep in the fountains And springs of the sea.
12.
There are souls that desire and require, Be the glories of midnight above him Or beneath him the daysprings of fire:
And their hearts are as harps that approve him And praise him as chords of a lyre That were fain with their music to move him To meet their desire.
13.
Till darkness were lovelier than light: To encompass and grasp and embrace them, Till their weakness were one with his might: With the strength of his wings to caress them, With the blast of his breath to set free; With the mouths of his thunders to bless them For sons of the sea.
14.
That the wind has eternally: these Have part in the boon and the burden Of the sleepless unsatisfied breeze, That finds not, but seeking rejoices That possession can work him no wrong: And the voice at the heart of their voice is The sense of his song.
15.
To desire, and have always above A possession beyond their possessing, A love beyond reach of their love.
Green earth has her sons and her daughters, And these have their guerdons; but we Are the wind's and the sun's and the water's, Elect of the sea.
V.
i.
Gains and loses and gains, And the joy of her heart's own choice is As ours, and as ours are her pains: As the thoughts of our hearts are her voices, And as hers is the pulse of our veins.
2.
Nor lie for their fruit's sake fallow
Laugh large in the depth of their mirth But inshore here in the shallow, Embroiled with encumbrance of earth, Their skirts are turbid and yellow.
3.
The sign of her deed is her soil; As the earth's is her own dishonour, And corruption the crown of her toil: She hath spoiled and devoured, and her honour Is this, to be shamed by her spoil.
4.
Nor ensign of strife nor endeavour,
Where her heart and the sun's are one, And the soil of her sin comes never, She is pure as the wind and the sun, And her sweetness endureth for ever.
VI.
i.
Deaf, that hears not what the daystar saith, Blind, past all remembrance and forecasting, Dead, past memory that it once drew breath; These, above the washing tides and wasting, Reign, and rule this land of utter death.
2.
Very death of very death, begun When none knows,—the knowledge is forbidden— Self-begotten, self-proceeding, one, Born, not made—abhorred, unchained, unchidden, Night stands here defiant of the sun.
3.
Darkness born of darkness, one and three, Ghostly godhead of a world forgotten, Crowned with heaven, enthroned on land and sea, Here, where earth with dead men's bones is rotten, God of Time, thy likeness worships thee.
4.
Shape and figure of thy might, O Lord, Formless form, incarnate miscreation, Served of all things living and abhorred; Earth herself is here thine incarnation, Time, of all things born on earth adored.
5.
No man may not worship thee for fear: Prayers nor curses prove not nor disprove thee, Move nor change thee with our change of cheer: All at last, though all abhorred thee, love thee, God, the sceptre of whose throne is here.
6.
Here the palace paven for thy feet; Here thy sign from nation unto nation Passed as watchword for thy guards to greet, Guards that go before thine exaltation, Ages, clothed with bitter years and sweet.
7.
Flickering flame-wise through the clear live calm, Rose triumphal, crowning all a city, Roofs exalted once with prayer and psalm, Built of holy hands for holy pity, Frank and fruitful as a sheltering palm.
8.
Hall and chancel bounteous and sublime, Wide and sweet and glorious as compassion, Filled and thrilled with force of choral chime, Filled with spirit of prayer and thrilled with passion Hailed a God more merciful than Time.
9.
Shrunk, expelled, made nothing at his nod, Less than clouds across the sea-line sailing, Lies he, stricken by his master's rod. 'Where is man?' the cloister murmurs wailing; Back the mute shrine thunders—'Where is God?'
10.
Dust, and grass, and barren silent stones. Dead, like him, one hollow tower and hoary Naked in the sea-wind stands and moans, Filled and thrilled with its perpetual story: Here, where earth is dense with dead men's bones.
11.
Sounds the wind's clear story like a song. Tomb from tomb the waves devouring sever, Dust from dust as years relapse along; Graves where men made sure to rest, and never Lie dismantled by the seasons' wrong.
12.
Now by Time's hands darkly disinterred, These poor dead that sleeping here awaited Long the archangel's re-creating word, Closed about with roofs and walls high-gated Till the blast of judgment should be heard,
13.
Corpse and coffin, yea the very graves, Scoffed at, scattered, shaken from their station, Spurned and scourged of wind and sea like slaves, Desolate beyond man's desolation, Shrink and sink into the waste of waves.
14.
Shroudless, down the loose collapsing banks, Crumble, from their constant place detruded, That the sea devours and gives not thanks. Graves where hope and prayer and sorrow brooded Gape and slide and perish, ranks on ranks.
15.
They that thought for all time through to be. Scarce a stone whereon a child might stumble Breaks the grim field paced alone of me. Earth, and man, and all their gods wax humble Here, where Time brings pasture to the sea.
VII.
i.
But beyond in the curl of the bay, From the depth of his dome deep-vaulted Our father is lord of the day. Our father and lord that we follow, For deathless and ageless is he; And his robe is the whole sky's hollow, His sandal the sea.
2.
And her green floor glitters with fire, The sea has the sun for a harper, The sun has the sea for a lyre. The waves are a pavement of amber, By the feet of the sea-winds trod To receive in a god's presence-chamber Our father, the God.
3.
Is master and God of the land: But the air is fulfilled of the glory That is shed from our lord's right hand.
O father of all of us ever, All glory be only to thee From heaven, that is void of thee never, And earth, and the sea.
4.
Behold now the shadow of this death, This place of the sepulchres, olden And emptied and vain as a breath. The bloom of the bountiful heather Laughs broadly beyond in thy light As dawn, with her glories to gather, At darkness and night.
5.
And their honour be taken away And the noise of their names forgotten, Thou, Lord, art God of the day. Thou art father and saviour and spirit, O Sun, of the soul that is free And hath grace of thy grace to inherit Thine earth and thy sea.
6.
The waters adrift and afar, The banks and the creeks and the reaches, How glad of thee all these are!
The flowers, overflowing, overcrowded, Are drunk with the mad wind's mirth: The delight of thy coming unclouded Makes music of earth.
7.
Give thanks that were mute in me long To the soul in my soul that rejoices For the song that is over my song. Time gives what he gains for the giving Or takes for his tribute of me; My dreams to the wind everliving, My song to the sea.
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