Collected Poems: Volume Two. Alfred Noyes

Collected Poems: Volume Two - Alfred Noyes


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Ringing to the gods on high,

       Golden wings should blind the sky

       And bring him back to Tenko.

      Three long years and nought to say

       "Sweet, I come the golden way,

       Riding royally to the school

       Under the silvery willow-tree

       Claim my bride of Tenko;

       Silver bells on a milk-white mule,

       Rose-red sails on an emerald sea!" …

       Kimi sometimes went to pray

       In the temple nigh the bay,

       Dreamed all night and gazed all day

       Over the sea from Tenko.

      Far away his growing fame

       Lit the clouds. No message came

       From the sky, whereon she gazed

       Under the silvery willow-tree

       Far away from Tenko!

       Small white hands in the temple raised

       Pleaded with the Mystery—

       "Stick of incense in the flame,

       Though my love forget my name,

       Help him, bless him, all the same,

       And … bring him back to Tenko!"

      Rose-white temple nigh the bay, Hush! for Kimi comes to pray, Dream all night and gaze all day Over the sea from Tenko.

      V

      So, when the rich young merchant

       Showed him his bags of gold,

       Yoichi Tenko, the painter,

       Gave him her hand to hold,

       Said: "You shall wed him, O Kimi."

       Softly he lied and smiled—

       "Yea, for Sawara is wedded! Let him not mock you, child."

      Dumbly she turned and left them,

       Never a word or cry

       Broke from her lips' grey petals

       Under the drifting sky:

       Down to the spray and the rainbows,

       Where she had watched him of old

       Painting the rose-red islands,

       Painting the sand's wet gold,

      Down to their dreams of the sunset,

       Frail as a flower's white ghost,

       Lonely and lost she wandered

       Down to the darkening coast; Lost in the drifting midnight,

       Weeping, desolate, blind.

       Many went out to seek her:

       Never a heart could find.

      Yoichi Tenko, the painter,

       Plucked from his willow-tree

       Two big paper lanterns

       And ran to the brink of the sea;

       Over his head he held them,

       Crying, and only heard,

       Somewhere, out in the darkness,

       The cry of a wandering bird.

      VI

      Peonies, peonies thronged the May

       When in royal-rich array

       Came Sawara to the school

       Under the silvery willow-tree—

       To the school of Tenko!

       Silver bells on a milk-white mule,

       Rose-red sails on an emerald sea!

       Over the bloom of the cherry spray,

       Peonies, peonies dimmed the day;

       And he rode the royal way

       Back to Yoichi Tenko.

      Yoichi Tenko, half afraid,

       Whispered, "Wed some other maid;

       Kimi left me all alone

       Under the silvery willow-tree,

       Left me," whispered Tenko,

       "Kimi had a heart of stone!"—

       "Kimi, Kimi? Who is she?

       Kimi? Ah—the child that played

       Round the willow-tree. She prayed

       Often; and, whate'er I said,

       She believed it, Tenko."

      He had come to paint anew

       Those dim isles of rose and blue,

       For a palace far away,

       Under the silvery willow-tree—

       So he said to Tenko;

       And he painted, day by day,

       Golden visions of the sea.

       No, he had not come to woo;

       Yet, had Kimi proven true,

       Doubtless he had loved her too,

       Hardly less than Tenko.

      Since the thought was in his head,

       He would make his choice and wed;

       And a lovely maid he chose

       Under the silvery willow-tree.

       "Fairer far," said Tenko.

       "Kimi had a twisted nose,

       And a foot too small, for me,

       And her face was dull as lead!"

       "Nay, a flower, be it white or red,

       Is a flower," Sawara said! "So it is," said Tenko.

      VII

      Great Sawara, the painter,

       Sought, on a day of days,

       One of the peacock islands

       Out in the sunset haze:

       Rose-red sails on the water

       Carried him quickly nigh;

       There would he paint him a wonder

       Worthy of Hokusai.

      Lo, as he leapt o'er the creaming

       Roses of faery foam,

       Out of the green-lipped caverns

       Under the isle's blue dome, White as a drifting snow-flake,

       White as the moon's white flame,

       White as a ghost from the darkness,

       Little O Kimi came.

      "Long I have waited, Sawara,

       Here in our sunset isle,

       Sawara, Sawara, Sawara,

       Look on me once, and smile;

       Face I have watched so long for,

       Hands I have longed to hold,

       Sawara, Sawara, Sawara,

       Why is your heart so cold?"

      Surely, he thought, I have painted

       Nothing so fair as this

       Moonlit almond blossom

       Sweet to fold and kiss. …

       "Kimi," he said, "I am wedded!

       Hush, for it could not be!"

       "Kiss me one kiss," she whispered,

       "Me also, even me."

      Small and terribly drifting

      


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