And Yet

Arthur Henry Adams 1872 (Lawrence) – 1936 (Sydney, New South Wales)



THEY drew him from the darkened room,
 Where, swooning in a peace profound,
 Beneath a heavy fragrance drowned
 Her grey form glimmered in the gloom.  
  Death smoothed from her each sordid trace
 Of Life; at last he read the scroll;
 For all the meaning of her soul
 Flowered upon her perfect face.  
  “In other worlds her soul finds scope;
 Her spirit lives; she is not dead,”
 In his dulled ear they said and said,
 Suave-murmuring the ancient Hope.  
  “You loved her; she was worthy love.
 Think you her spheral soul can cease?
 Nay, she has ripened to release
 From this bare earth, and waits above.”  
  His brain their clamour heard aloof;
 He, too, had said the self-same thing;
 But now his heart was quivering
 For more than comfort—parched for proof.  
  He put them from him. “Let me be;
 You proffer in my bitter need
 The coward comfort of a creed
 That tears her soul apart from me.  
 
  “She waits in no drear Heaven afar.
 Her woman's soul in all its worth,
 Yearning for me, for homely earth,
 No gates of beaten gold could bar.  
  “No, she is near me, ever close;
 One with the world, but free again;
 One with the breezes and the rain;
 One with the mountain and the rose.  
  “She knows me not; her voice is dumb;
 But aching through the twilight peers,
 And, unremembering, yet with tears,
 She strives to say she cannot come.  
  “Yes, she is changed, but not destroyed;
 The words that were her soul are hushed;
 The gem that was her heart is crushed—
 Its fragments white stars in the void.  
  “And I shall see her in disguise;
 In the grey vistas of the street
 A face that hints of her I meet;
 Whispers her soul from alien eyes.  
  “In Time's great garden, spring on spring,
 The blossoms glow; then at a breath
 Their petals flutter down to death—
 Ah love, how brief your blossoming!  
 
  “Death has but severed part from part.
 Borne on an ever-moving air
 The fragrance of her life somewhere
 Freshens some lonely wistful heart!  
  “No word of hers can God forget;
 Her laughter Time dare not disperse;
 It shakes the tense-strung universe,
 And with the chord it trembles yet.  
  “Each mood of hers, each fancy slight,
 In deep pulsations, ring on ring,
 Dilating, ever-widening,
 Ripples across the outer night.  
  “Her life with deathless charm was fraught,
 And God with smiles remembers now
 The puzzled pucker of her brow
 Ruffled with sudden gusts of thought.  
  “And in His cosmic memory wise
 Still live her subtle features thin,
 Her dear iconoclastic chin,
 The grave enigma of her eyes.  
  “And if beyond she might draw breath.
 And know that I was not with her,
 The wistful eyes of her despair
 Would be more desolate than death.  
 
  “But not to meet her in the wide
 Night-spaces I must wander through;
 To kiss the pretty pout I knew,
 And nevermore to hear her chide;  
  “To speak those childish words that were
 So foolish-sweet, so passionate-wise;
 Her subtle fragrance recognise
 And hear the whispers of her hair! …  
  “Her sun has set; but still, sublime,
 She is a star, of God a part;
 She is a petal at the heart
 Of the eternal flower of Time.  
  “I triumph so beyond regret,
 I win her immortality:
 Where, Death, your vaunted victory?
 Where, Grave, your sting? And yet—and yet——!”

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 3,301
Words 567
Stanzas 4
Stanza Lengths 24, 24, 24, 16

Arthur Henry Adams

Arthur Henry Adams was a journalist and author. He started his career in New Zealand, though he spent most of it in Australia, and for a short time lived in China and London.  more…

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