THE BLACK RIDERS AND OTHER LINES

I

Black Riders came from the sea.

There was clang and clang of spear and shield,

And clash and clash of hoof and heel,

Wild shouts and the wave of hair

In the rush upon the wind:

Thus the ride of Sin.

II

Three little birds in a row

Sat musing.

A man passed near that place.

Then did the little birds nudge each other.

They said, "He thinks he can sing."

They threw back their heads to laugh,

With quaint countenances

They regarded him.

They were very curious,

Those three little birds in a row.

III

In the desert

I saw a creature, naked, bestial,

Who, squatting upon the ground,

Held his heart in his hands,

And ate of it.

I said, "Is it good, friend?"

"It is bitter--bitter," he answered;

"But I like it

Because it is bitter,

And because it is my heart."

IV

Yes, I have a thousand tongues,

And nine and ninety-nine lie.

Though I strive to use the one,

It will make no melody at my will,

But is dead in my mouth.

V

Once there came a man

Who said,

"Range me all men of the world in rows."

And instantly

There was terrific clamor among the people

Against being ranged in rows.

There was a loud quarrel, world-wide.

It endured for ages;

And blood was shed

By those who would not stand in rows,

And by those who pined to stand in rows,

Eventually, the man went to death, weeping.

And those who staid in bloody scuffle

Knew not the great simplicity.

VI

God fashioned the ship of the world carefully

With the infinite skill of an All-Master

Made He the hull and the sails,

Held He the rudder

Ready for adjustment.

Erect stood He, scanning his work proudly.

Then--at fateful time--a Wrong called,

And God turned, heeding.

Lo, the ship, at this opportunity, slipped slyly,

Making cunning noiseless travel down the ways.

So that, forever rudderless, it went upon the seas

Going ridiculous voyages,

Making quaint progress,

Turning as with serious purpose

Before stupid winds.

And there were many in the sky

Who laughed at this thing.

VII

Mystic Shadow, bending near me,

Who art thou?

Whence come ye?

And--tell me--is it fair

Or is the truth bitter as eaten fire?

Tell me!

Fear not that I should quaver,

For I dare--I dare.

Then, tell me!

VIII

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

She was in my heart.

Truly, then, I have no complaint,

For though she be fair