How joy was found : $b a fantasyHutchison, Isobel Wylie
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How joy was found : $b a fantasy
Hutchison, Isobel Wylie
English drama -- Scottish authors; Verse drama
_In this place the Big Young Hero, the most attractive person ever
imagined, is seen vaguely as if through a radiant light. He is seated
alone on the grass watching the flowers in the midst of great beauty.
Far off across the sea the outline of the Hebrides is faintly seen,
and presently a brown-sailed fishing-boat appears on the edge of the
horizon and approaches the shore. As it nears, the figure of a girl is
discerned kneeling up in the bows, shading her eyes with her hand, and
gazing earnestly towards the shore. She carries a coil of rope over her
shoulder. As she draws near her voice is heard saying:_
CLIMBER
My anchorage was not as beautiful as I thought
And I have weighed anchor and sailed away.
I trust that my boat will be brought
Into haven before the end of the day.
I do not wish to voyage till sunset
In this yeasty fret.
Captain! there is no harbour that is beautiful save Thine.
Why dost thou reserve it for the evening mariners?
Their eyes are old and full of brine,
They cannot see the stars.
But mine are young, and I can count them all,
I praise Thee, for they are full of light,
Therefore bring me into Thy harbour before the shadows fall,
That I may praise Thee louder—in the young night.
[_As the boat nears the isle it comes into calm water. The
big Young Hero goes down to meet it and helps the girl
ashore, drawing up the boat._]
HERO
The end of all thought is peace,
And you have found ere night the day’s increase.
The bright and radiant day is loath to die,
Even yet there are hardly any stars in the sky,
Only a soft dim radiance under the moon,
And dark trees on the brightness. Very soon
You will be gathered in a thoughtful rest,
And fall asleep like a bird up there in its nest.
Are you not glad at last to realize
Your insubstantial dream that never dies?
CLIMBER
Yes, but I’m wearied. I’ve had rather a fight
To get here all right,
The sea’s so deep.
HERO
Take your sleep.
[_He sits down as before and draws her on to his knee, and
she falls asleep at once with her head on his shoulder,
like a tired child. He also appears to sleep. Presently the
shadow of a man carrying a rainbow falls across his face,
and a dream is heard singing._]
DREAM
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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