It was built of a bright brick throughout its sky-line was fantastic, and even its ground plan was wild. THE suburb of Saffron Park lay on the sunset side of London, as red and ragged as a cloud of sunset. We have found common things at last and marriage and a creed,Īnd I may safely write it now, and you may safely read. Yea, there is strength in striking root and good in growing old. The doubts that drove us through the night as we two talked amain,Īnd day had broken on the streets e’er it broke upon the brain.īetween us, by the peace of God, such truth can now be told Oh, who shall understand but you yea, who shall understand? The doubts that were so plain to chase, so dreadful to withstand. Of what huge devils hid the stars, yet fell at a pistol flash. Of what colossal gods of shame could cow men and yet crash, This is a tale of those old fears, even of those emptied hells,Īnd none but you shall understand the true thing that it tells. We have seen the City of Mansoul, even as it rocked, relieved-īlessed are they who did not see, but being blind, believed. God and the good Republic come riding back in arms: Yea, cool and clear and sudden as a bird sings in the grey,ĭunedin to Samoa spoke, and darkness unto day.īut we were young we lived to see God break their bitter charms. Truth out of Tusitala spoke and pleasure out of pain. Or sane and sweet and sudden as a bird sings in the rain. Roared in the wind of all the world ten million leaves of grass
I find again the book we found, I feel the hour that flingsįar out of fish-shaped Paumanok some cry of cleaner things Īnd the Green Carnation withered, as in forest fires that pass, Some giants laboured in that cloud to lift it from the world. Not all unhelped we held the fort, our tiny flags unfurled
When all church bells were silent our cap and beds were heard. High as they went we piled them up to break that bitter sea.įools as we were in motley, all jangling and absurd, When that black Baal blocked the heavens he had no hymns from usĬhildren we were-our forts of sand were even as weak as eve, Weak if we were and foolish, not thus we failed, not thus Men were ashamed of honour but we were not ashamed. They twisted even decent sin to shapes not to be named: The world was very old indeed when you and I were young. Life was a fly that faded, and death a drone that stung Men showed their own white feather as proudly as a plume. Like the white lock of Whistler, that lit our aimless gloom, Lust that had lost its laughter, fear that had lost its shame. Round us in antic order their crippled vices came. The world was old and ended: but you and I were gay Science announced nonentity and art admired decay Yea, a sick cloud upon the soul when we were boys together. THE UNACCOUNTABLE CONDUCT OF PROFESSOR DE WORMSĪ cloud was on the mind of men, and wailing went the weather, Listen to The Mercury Theatre radio production of the book Contents CHAPTER I.
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