Volume I Part 23 (1/2)
And lo, like a sorrow that melts from the heart In tears, the slow gates melted apart; And into the City we pa.s.sed like a dream; And then, in one splendid marching stream The whole of that host came following through.
We were only children, just like you; Children, ah, but we felt so grand As we led them--although we could understand Nothing at all of the wonderful song That rose all round as we marched along.
SONG
_You that have seen how the world and its glory Change and grow old like the love of a friend; You that have come to the end of the story, You that were tired ere you came to the end; You that are weary of laughter and sorrow, Pain and pleasure, labour and sin, Sick of the midnight and dreading the morrow, Ah, come in; come in._
_You that are bearing the load of the ages; You that have loved overmuch and too late; You that confute all the saws of the sages; You that served only because you must wait, Knowing your work was a wasted endeavour; You that have lost and yet triumphed therein, Add loss to your losses and triumph for ever; Ah, come in; come in._
And we knew as we went up that twisted street, With its violet shadows and pearl-pale walls, We were coming to Something strange and sweet, For the dim air echoed with elfin calls; And, far away, in the heart of the City, A murmur of laughter and revelry rose,-- A sound that was faint as the smile of Pity, And sweet as a swan-song's golden close.
And then, once more, as we marched along, There surged all round us that wonderful song; And it swung to the tramp of our marching feet But ah, it was tenderer now and so sweet That it made our eyes grow wet and blind, And the whole wide-world seem mother-kind, Folding us round with a gentle embrace, And pressing our souls to her soft sweet face.
SONG
_Dreams; dreams; ah, the memory blinding us, Blinding our eyes to the way that we go; Till the new sorrow come, once more reminding us Blindly of kind hearts, ours long ago: Mother-mine, whisper we, yours was the love for me!
Still, though our paths lie lone and apart, Yours is the true love, s.h.i.+ning above for me, Yours are the kind eyes, hurting my heart._
_Dreams; dreams; ah, how shall we sing of them, Dreams that we loved with our head on her breast: Dreams; dreams; and the cradle-sweet swing of them; Ay, for her voice was the sound we loved best: Can we remember at all or, forgetting it, Can we recall for a moment the gleam Of our childhood's delight and the wonder begetting it, Wonder awakened in dreams of a dream?_
And once again, from the heart of the City A murmur of tenderer laughter rose, A sound that was faint as the smile of Pity, And sweet as a swan-song's golden close; And it seemed as if some wonderful Fair Were charming the night of the City of Dreams, For, over the mystical din out there, The clouds were litten with flickering gleams, And a roseate light like the day's first flush Quivered and beat on the towers above, And we heard through the curious crooning hush An elfin song that we used to love.
_Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn ..._ And the soft wind blew it the other way; So all that we heard was--_Cow's in the corn_; But we never heard anything half so gay!
And ever we seemed to be drawing nearer That mystical roseate smoke-wreathed glare, And the curious music grew louder and clearer, Till mustard-seed said, ”We are lucky, you see, We've arrived at a time of festivity!”
And so to the end of the street we came, And turned a corner, and--there we were, In a place that glowed like the dawn of day, A crowded clamouring City square Like the cloudy heart of an opal, aflame With the lights of a great Dream-Fair: Thousands of children were gathered there, Thousands of old men, weary and grey, And the shouts of the showmen filled the air-- This way! This way! This way!
And _See-Saw_; _Margery Daw_; we heard a rollicking shout, As the swing-boats hurtled over our heads to the tune of the roundabout; And _Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn_, we heard the showmen cry, And _d.i.c.kory Dock, I'm as good as a clock_, we heard the swings reply.
This way, this way to your Heart's Desire; Come, cast your burdens down; And the pauper shall mount his throne in the skies, And the king be rid of his crown: And souls that were dead shall be fed with fire From the fount of their ancient pain, And your lost love come with the light in her eyes Back to your heart again.
Ah, here be sure she shall never prove Less kind than her eyes were bright; This way, this way to your old lost love, You shall kiss her lips to-night; This way for the smile of a dead man's face And the grip of a brother's hand, This way to your childhood's heart of grace And your home in Fairy-land.
_d.i.c.kory Dock, I'm as good as a clock_, d'you hear my swivels chime?
To and fro as I come and go, I keep eternal time.
O, little Bo-peep, if you've lost your sheep and don't know where to find 'em, Leave 'em alone and they'll come home, and carry their tails behind 'em.
And _See-Saw; Margery Daw_; there came the chorussing shout, As the swing-boats answered the roaring tune of the rollicking roundabout; d.i.c.kory, d.i.c.kory, d.i.c.kory, dock, d'you hear my swivels chime?
Swing; swing; you're as good as a king if you keep eternal time.
Then we saw that the tunes of the world were one; And the metre that guided the rhythmic sun Was at one, like the ebb and the flow of the sea, With the tunes that we learned at our mother's knee; The beat of the horse-hoofs that carried us down To see the fine Lady of Banbury Town; And so, by the rhymes that we knew, we could tell Without knowing the others--that all was well.
And then, our brains began to spin; For it seemed as if that mighty din Were no less than the cries of the poets and sages Of all the nations in all the ages; And, if they could only beat out the whole Of their music together, the guerdon and goal Of the world would be reached with one mighty shout, And the dark dread secret of Time be out; And nearer, nearer they seemed to climb, And madder and merrier rose the song, And the swings and the see-saws marked the time; For this was the maddest and merriest throng That ever was met on a holy-day To dance the dust of the world away; And madder and merrier, round and round The whirligigs whirled to the whirling sound, Till it seemed that the mad song burst its bars And mixed with the song of the whirling stars, The song that the rhythmic Time-Tides tell To seraphs in Heaven and devils in h.e.l.l; Ay; Heaven and h.e.l.l in accordant chime With the universal rhythm and rhyme Were nearing the secret of s.p.a.ce and Time; The song of that ultimate mystery Which only the mad blind men who see, Led by the laugh of a little child, Can utter; ay, wilder and yet more wild It maddened, till now--full song--it was out!
It roared from the starry roundabout--
_A child was born in Bethlehem, in Bethlehem, in Bethlehem, A child was born in Bethlehem; ah, hear my fairy fable; For I have seen the King of Kings, no longer thronged with angel wings, But crooning like a little babe, and cradled in a stable._
_The wise men came to greet him with their gifts of myrrh and frankincense,-- Gold and myrrh and frankincense they brought to make him mirth; And would you know the way to win to little brother Peterkin, My childhood's heart shall guide you through the glories of the earth._
_A child was born in Bethlehem, in Bethlehem, in Bethlehem; The wise men came to welcome him: a star stood o'er the gable; And there they saw the King of Kings, no longer thronged with angel wings, But crooning like a little babe, and cradled in a stable._
And creeping through the music once again the fairy cry Came freezing o'er the snowy towers to lead us on to Peterkin: Once more the fairy bugles blew from lands beyond the sky, And we all groped out together, dazed and blind, we knew not why; Out through the City's farther gates we went to look for Peterkin; Out, out into the dark Unknown, and heard the clamour die Far, far away behind us as we trotted on to Peterkin.