Cast on sleep there came to me
Three Urgandas; and the sea
In lost lands of Briogne
Sounded moaning, moaning:
Cloudy clad in awful white;
And each face a lucid light
Rayed and blossomed out of night, -
And a wind was groaning.
In my sleep I saw them rest,
Each a long hand at her breast,
A soft flame that lulls the West; -
And the sea was moaning, moaning; -
Hair like hoarded ingots rolled
Down white shoulders glossy gold,
Streaks of molten moonlight cold, -
And a wind was groaning.
Rosy 'round each high brow bent
Four-fold starry gold that sent
Barbs of fire redolent; -
And the sea was moaning, moaning; -
'Neath their burning crowns their eyes
Burned like southern stars the skies
Rock in shattered storm that flies, -
And a wind was groaning.
Wisdom's eyes of lurid dark;
And each red mouth like a spark
Flashed and laughed off care and cark, -
And the sea was moaning, moaning; -
Mouths for song and lips to kiss;
Lips for hate and mouths to hiss;
Lips that fashioned hell or bliss, -
And the wind was groaning.
Tall as stately virgins dead,
Tapers lit at feet and head,
'Round whom Latin prayers are said, -
And the sea was moaning, moaning; -
Or as vampire women, who,
Buried beauties, rise and woo
Youths whose blood they suck like dew, -
And a wind was groaning.
Then the west one said to me:
"Thou hast slept thus holily
While seven sands ran secretly." -
And the sea was moaning, moaning; -
"Earth hath served thee like a slave,
Serving us who found thee brave,
Fearless of or life or grave." -
And a wind was groaning.
"Know!" - she smote my brow; a pain,
Riddling arrows, rent my brain,
Ceased and earth fell, some vast strain; -
And the sea was moaning, moaning; -
Then I understood all thought;
What was life the spirit fraught;
Love and hate; how worlds were wrought: -
And a wind was groaning.
Then the east one said to me:
"Thou hast wandered wearily
By what mist-enveloped sea!" -
And the sea was moaning, moaning; -
"Know the things thou hast not seen;
Life and law, and love and teen;
Things that be and have not been." -
And the wind was groaning.
"See!" her voice sung like a lyre
Throbs of thunderous desire;
Then the iron sight like fire -
And the sea was moaning, moaning; -
Burst; the inner eyelids, which
Husked clairvoyance, with a twitch
Rose - and I with light was rich; -
And a wind was groaning.
Then I saw the eyes of Sleep;
Nerves of Life and veins that leap;
Laws of entity; the deep: -
And the sea was moaning, moaning; -
Orbs and eons; springs of Power;
Circumstance - blown like a flower; -
Time - the second of an hour: -
And the wind was groaning.
To the central third one's full
Balanced being beautiful
Heart, to hearken, made a lull, -
And the sea was moaning, moaning; -
As she sternly stooped to me:
"Thou dost know and thou canst see;
What thou art arise and be!" -
And the wind was groaning.
To my mouth hot lips she pressed;
And my famished soul, thrice blessed,
Quaffed her radiance and caressed: -
And vague seas were moaning, moaning: -
Mounted; star-vibrating fled;
Soared to love, with her who said:
"Thou dost live and thou art dead." -
Far off winds were groaning.