The Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Excluding the Eight DramasBridges, Robert
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The Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Excluding the Eight Dramas
Bridges, Robert
English poetry
DEM. O child, my child! that were a temple indeed.
'Tis such a temple as man needs on earth;
A holy shrine that makes no pact with sin,
A worthy shrine to draw the worthy and good,
A shrine of wisdom trifling not with folly,
A shrine of beauty, where the initiated
Drank love and light.... Strange thou shouldst speak of it.
I have inaugurated such a temple 1031
These last days in Eleusis, have ordain'd
These very mysteries!--Strange thou speakest of it.
But by what path return we to the Cave
Of Cacophysia?
PER. By this path, dear Mother.
The Cave of Cacophysia is in all things
T'ward evil, as that temple were t'ward good.
I enter'd in. Outside the darkness was
But as accumulated sunlessness;
Within 'twas positive as light itself, 1040
A blackness that extinguished: Yet I knew,
For Hades told me, that I was to see;
And so I waited, till a forking flash
Of sudden lightning dazzlingly reveal'd
All at a glance. As on a pitchy night
The warder of some high acropolis
Looks down into the dark, and suddenly
Sees all the city with its roofs and streets,
Houses and walls, clear as in summer noon,
And ere he think of it, 'tis dark again,-- 1050
So I saw all within the Cave, and held
The vision, 'twas so burnt upon my sense.
DEM. What saw'st thou, child? what saw'st thou?
PER. Nay, the things
Not to be told, because there are no words
Of gods or men to paint the inscrutable
And full initiation of hell.--I saw
The meaning and the reason of all things,
All at a glance, and in that glance perceiv'd
The origin of all things to be evil,
And the énd evil: that what seems as good 1060
Is as a bloom of gold that spread thereo'er
May, by one stroke of the hand,
Be brush'd away, and leave the ill beneath
Solid and foul and black....
DEM. Now tell me, child,
If Hades love thee, that he sent thee thither.
PER. He said it coud not harm me: and I think
It hath not. [_Going up to Demeter, who kisses her._
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