I woke.My hands were blue and sore, Torn on the ice.I scarcely felt The frozen sleet begin to melt Upon my face as I breathed deeper, But laythere warmly, like a sleeper Who shifts his arm once, and moans low, And then sinks back to night.Slow, slow, And still as Death, came Sleep and Death And looked at me with quiet breath.Unbending figures, black and stark Against the intense deeps of the dark.Tall and like trees.Like sweet and fire Rest crept and crept along my veins, Gently.And there were no more pains....
Was it not better so to lie? The fight was done.Even gods tire Of fighting....My way was the wrong.Now I should drift and drift along To endless quiet, golden peace...And let the tortured body cease.
And then a light winked like an eye....And very many miles away A girl stood at a warm, lit door, Holding a lamp.Ray upon ray It cloaked the snow with perfect light.And where she was there was no night Nor could be, ever.God is sure, And in his hands are things secure.It is not given me to trace The lovely laughter of that face, Like a clear brook most full of light, Or olives swaying on a height, So silver they have wings, almost; Like a great word once known and lost And meaning all things.Nor her voice A happy sound where larks rejoice, Her body, that great loveliness, The tender fashion of her dress, I may not paint them.These I see, Blazing through all eternity, A fire-winged sign, a glorious tree!
She stood there, and at once I knew The bitter thing that I must do.There could be no surrender now; Though Sleep and Death were whispering low.My way was wrong.So.Would it mend If I shrank back before the end? And sank to death and cowardice? No, the last lees must be drained up, Base wine from an ignoble cup; (Yet not so base as sleek content When I had shrunk from punishment) The wretched body strain anew! Life was a storm to wander through.I took the wrong way.Good and well, At least my feet sought out not Hell! Though night were one consuming flame I must go on for my base aim, And so, perhaps, make evil grow To something clean by agony...And reach that light upon the snow...And touch her dress at last...So, so, I crawled.I could not speak or see Save dimly.The ice glared like fire, A long bright Hell of choking cold, And each vein was a tautened wire, Throbbing with torture -- and I crawled.My hands were wounds.So I attained The second Hell.The snow was stained I thought, and shook my head at it How red it was!
Black tree-roots clutched And tore -- and soon the snow was smutched Anew; and I lurched babbling on, And then fell down to rest a bit, And came upon another Hell...Loose stones that ice made terrible, That rolled and gashed men as they fell.I stumbled, slipped...and all was gone That I had gained.Once more I lay Before the long bright Hell of ice.And still the light was far away.There was red mist before my eyes Or I could tell you how I went Across the swaying firmament, A glittering torture of cold stars, And how I fought in Titan wars...And died...and lived again upon The rack...and how the horses strain When their red task is nearly done....
I only know that there was Pain, Infinite and eternal Pain.And that I fell -- and rose again.
So she was walking in the road.And I stood upright like a man, Once, and fell blind, and heard her cry...And then there came long agony.There was no pain when I awoke, No pain at all.Rest, like a goad, Spurred my eyes open -- and light broke Upon them like a million swords: And she was there.There are no words.
Heaven is for a moment's span.And ever.So I spoke and said, "My honor stands up unbetrayed, And I have seen you.Dear..." Sharp pain Closed like a cloak....I moaned and died.
Here, even here, these things remain.I shall draw nearer to her side.
Oh dear and laughing, lost to me, Hidden in grey Eternity, I shall attain, with burning feet, To you and to the mercy-seat! The ages crumble down like dust, Dark roses, deviously thrust And scattered in sweet wine -- but I, I shall lift up to you my cry, And kiss your wet lips presently Beneath the ever-living Tree.
This in my heart I keep for goad! Somewhere, in Heaven she walks that road.Somewhere...in Heaven...she walks...that...road....
