In crimson light the ocean shone Beneath the heavens sublime; Far-spent, the day was passing on To the great deep of time; And half-way hid behind the west, The dying sun immense and bright Touched with red fire the foamy crest Of endless waves, and bathed in light A ship with ivory sails unfurled That danced adown the waste sea-world, Alone of all things there,- Sir Tristram's vessel voyaging South to the Cornish coast to bring For Mark, his uncle and his king, A bride, Iseult the fair.
Iseult and Tristram - knight and maid: - O names of dust and fire! When shall the glamour of them fade, Or when the pity tire? On strange adventure came they, he Unwilling escort of the queen That was to be; unwilling she To wed the king she ne'er had seen. And who, that knows how love may be Bound not by any man's decree, But works its wilful way and free To what dim fate it cannot see, Through peril and through woe, Shall wonder that between these twain, The goodliest of all splendid men, The loveliest woman living then, A spell, a charm their souls to chain, A bond of dread, delightful pain Silent and strong should grow?
All day adown the shining seas They saw the sunlight gleam; The straining canvas caught the breeze That surged upon their beam, Till the long hours to evening drew, Hushed to a whisper sank the wind, And ribboned out across the blue The fleecy clouds far-streaming thinned Into illumined lines of mist By the red sunset redly kissed, And blushing rosy-bright, In that short hour of lesser life That drifts between the alternate strife Of restless day and night.
Faint as a bank of cloud that sails Where sea-line touches sky, They saw the hilly coast of Wales On the horizon lie; And gazing at the distant heights, 'How long?' she asked; 'how many more Of sunny days and starry nights Before we reach Tintagel's shore?' 'By wind and tide so fairly sped, On the third day,' Sir Tristram said, 'I doubt not we shall see you led In royal state, a bride to wed With Mark, my kinsman lord.' And either in the other's eyes A moment glanced, aware and wise Of speech that in deep silence lies, Of fear that through great stillness cries; Nor spake they other word.
The sun slid down behind the west; Bright grew the milky moon; That dream of dusk, that hour of rest Was ended all too soon; Fresh sang the breeze at sunset lulled; The rattling tackle quivered tight; The sullen waters, lately dulled, Gleamed with a myriad points of white. Close-hauled, with sheets no longer slacked, Windward the golden galley tacked, And by the cloud-ribbed heavens tracked, Through the gray twilight, she Into the moonshine and the dark Went gliding like a phantom bark Adown a fairy sea.
One gleaming planet pale and red They saw about them burn, The mirrored moonlight far ahead Lay glistening, and astern Like trampled snow her froth-strewn wake, Whereon were shadowed blurred and black The broad sails and the high-raised deck, Slow-fading followed on her track. The crested water slapped her bows Like spray on some strong swimmer's brows Who beats against the breeze; And where, the shattered foam amid, Her knife-edged battle-bleak was hid, Purred a low ripple as she slid Along the gliding seas. Screened by the bulwark's lofty shade And lit by swinging lights Iseult sate idle with her maid, And Tristram with his knights. After the long inactive day Bound by the vessel's narrow space, With tale and song they whiled away This last, late hour of twilight grace. O keen young faces eager-eyed, O strength and beauty well allied, Bright souls whose fire not yet had died, And hearts impassioned with the pride Which only youth can give! How well it were that night to be One there of Cornwall's chivalry, - Between the starlight and the sea How well to be alive!
Sir Tristram took his harp of gold And sang an old, sad song, Of two whose love was never told Through lonely years and long. For she already was a wife Who suffered silent to the end, And he who loved her more than life, Her husband's own familiar friend. And Iseult feared the nameless pang Of yearning and despair that rang Through sense and spirit as he sang, - Almost it seemed to be Her own heart's music in the chords, Her soul's voice wailing in the words Of that wild melody.
With lips light-parted, curving red Above a pearly gleam, With eyes in whose deep lustre played The shadow of a dream, Entranced she heard him, while the throng Of knights about her, great and tall, The brave, the battle-tried, the strong, Were held by the sweet minstrel all. And Tristram made the music thrill With witchery of sleep to still And lull the listeners at his will Where round him rested they, until He saw the wakeful fire In their eyes soften, as the spell Of numbering languour on them fell; But hers he could not tire.
Their souls were drowsed with sleep; they grew Aweary; one by one And two by two away they drew And left them twain alone. His fingers faltered on the strings, Upon his lips the music died, And stirred with dim disquietings He rose and gat him to her side. 'The night grows old,' he said, 'and lo, Now the still hours more silent grow; Thy maiden waits for thee below; Ah, then, Iseult, I pray thee go, While I a vigil keep; In me such fires unrestful roll As drive the calmness from my soul, And from mine eyes the sleep!' No stir save that the vessel made Seemed there in all the world; In utter calm, in silence dead, She lay with canvas furled; The sudden landward breeze had sighed Its life away an hour ago; And hushed as in a shrine replied Iseult, her clear voice thrilling low, - 'From me, too, sleep is far away; Should I fare better if I lay Wide-eyed until the weary day? Ah, Tristram, the may I not stay And watch with thee awhile?' And though he feared her presence nigh, Yet could he not her will deny, So with light words of courtesy Tristram made answer, marvelling why Such rapture in her touch should lie, Such peril in her smile!
The starry heavens circled slow; The dreamy hours of sleep On wings of slumber brooded low Above the drowsy deep; But never life more wakeful glowed Through their twain hearts that beat in tune, As side by side the deck they trod And watched the westward-waning moon In burnished splendour round and large Like some spent warrior's battle-targe, Drop down behind the distant marge Of shadowy sea and sky, - So calm the night, so clear the sight Of those keen eyes whose vision bright Saw the last ragged wisp of light, Like flames on some faint far-off height, Melt to a mist and die!
'Now,' said Sir Tristram, 'night is come To its most breathless tide; In this great silence ghostly-dumb We must no more abide.' 'Ah, stay thou yet awhile!' she said, 'Is not this hour at least our own? My heart is touched with sudden dread; I fear the stillness all alone, I fear the solitary hours, The darkness that above me towers In my low cabin's gloom, And most the sounds that sigh and groan All night of waters, like the moan Of souls that sob in doom.
'But here no restless murmur mars The deep, unworldly spell Of glassy sea and solemn stars, - These that I love most well. And haply this the last time is That earth so free a mood can give, When not in dreams and memories But still in burning life I live. Ah, Tristram, to the world is shown The gilded glory of a throne, Yet she is friendless and alone Who weds a gray-haired king. Would God 'twere mine to choose between Love and the splendours of a queen, Or that I had not destined been For such proud sorrowing.'
And Tristram found no word to say, Nor might his will devise To tell what pity in him lay, And he with silent eyes Gazed on her through the twilight dim, Desired, adored all else above, Dearer than his own life to him And fair beyond the dreams of love. Almost in fancy wild and sweet He felt his arms about her meet, His heart upon her bosom beat In passionate embrace; And through the pulses of his frame, And through his soul in shuddering flame The wonder of her beauty came, Till might he not, for fear and shame, Look more upon her face. 'This is a bitter thing,' she said, 'That comes upon my life; Almost I would that I were dead Than be that gaunt king's wife. Ah! Tristram, like a little child My little woes on thee I pour; Forgive me if my words are wild. Forget them! Now I say no more!' Then with low voice he answered, 'Nay, Iseult, there is no word to say Save this, that if on any day All else desert thee or betray, Then look thou unto me; And if I fail thee may my name Be blotted from the book of fame, And in the silence set with them Which for dishonour and black shame May never spoken be!
'And now, since all sweet hours must die, Since even the dark has sight And ears that gape and tongues that lie, My lady fair, good-night!' Then lifted she her wistful eyes To where in the faint light he stood Seeming of more than mortal size Near her, and splendid as a god. And all her strength grew weak and dim; She loved the clean-cut length of limb, The beauty and the might of him, The proud imperial face With features clear against the night, And eyes now lit with tender light Which in the battle, blue and bright So terribly might blaze.
They passed from where the encircling screen Had hid them in its frame, Whose silken curtains hung between The middle ship and them; And beautiful before their sight All the great galley dreaming lay, The mightiest ship that e'er in fight Or peaceful errand flung the spray. Her tall masts tapered overhead; A hundred steps a man might tread From rudder-post to figure-head, A score across her beam; High-decked, and slender, lithe of bow Was she; and sheer the deep to plough The royal dragon on her prow Shone with a golden gleam.
All living things, as in some realm Sleep-haunted, seemed to drowse; The steersman nodded at the helm, And in the distant bows The seaman of the watch looked out Over the deep and never stirred; Neither was any call nor shout Nor murmur of low voices heard; And laced by shadows gaunt and gray From the pale mast-light's ghostly ray, Beside their oars the rowers lay Like sleepers dumb in death. 'Speak low; step softly!' Tristram said, 'Iseult, we are as two that tread With mortal feet the darkness dread On some gray vessel of the dead Where none but we have breath!'
The sheen of stars was all that came From the blue vault of night, Yet the wide waters were aflame With luminous, dim light. Most strange it was how silent gleamed Those pale fires on the deep around, And once, when a star shot, it seemed There should have been some gentle sound. No stir, no breath, above, beneath! All earth, all heaven were calm as death, Save only, now and then, A low wave lapped the vessel's side, And faint above their heads replied The tap of quivering rope and slide, As smooth she rocked upon the tide, And all was hushed again.
'Now,' said Iseult, 'I must obey If thou wilt have it so; A maiden has no voice to say What things she will or no. Howe'er the impatient heart rebels Still must she suffer and be dumb: Therefore in this, as in all else, Perforce I yield. Then, Tristram, come!' And down the narrow stairway slow, Lit by a flickering lantern's glow, They passed to the dim deck below, And at her door made pause. And Iseult opening looked therein: No light was there save what might win Through the high porthole drifting thin; Nor in the shadowy dusk within Or sound or movement was.
'My maid is gone,' she said. 'Wilt thou Bring, of thy courtesy, The lamp that hangs behind thee now, And set it here for me?' So Tristram, in the old, free way Of those less rigid-mannered days, Entered with her, and silent they Pale in the lantern's dusky haze, With hands that trembled at the touch Each of the other, marvelled much What presence filled the room, - A lonely sound, it seemed to them, The breath of one who listened came, And watchful eyes of quiet flame Peered through the dim-lit gloom.
Shamed with a strange and sacred awe, As in some holy place, He lifted up his eyes and saw, Framed round her loveliness, All things that in that chamber made Fit setting for a fairy face, - The walls with costly stuff arrayed, And mirrors of dark steely glaze; Fur of wild things with peril killed, And niche-held bowls with flowers filled, Whose faint erotic perfume thrilled Like some dim dream of old; And on a carven shelf that swung By chains of cunning silver slung, A great bejewelled flagon hung, And cup of curious gold.
'Lo here,' she said, 'a gift I bring From that old home of mine, My father's gift to Mark the king, A meed of ancient wine. And now, I wis, the night grows cold; - Sir Tristram, ere thou go from here, Of this rare vintage century-old Drink thou one cup of royal cheer!" No seals upon the vessel were, And little toil it made for her To take the golden lid from there, And pour a cup thereof. Thus with her lithe, white hands she did, And thence her faltering fingers slid To where lay in her bosom hid A witchwork fiery and forbid, A reckless charm of love.
By what compelling whim possessed Her soul might scarce divine, She drew the philtre from her breast And poured it in the wine, That secret draught her mother brewed For Mark and her, of magic might To sear the soul and sting the blood With passion perilously bright. They watched the rosy bubbles swim Around the golden beaker's brim, Like spirits loosened, which in dim Strange bondage were asleep; She drank, and kissed the goblet's edge. 'Take thou,' she said, 'this cup I pledge!' And Tristram drained it deep.
What breath of drowsy fire was this That made his soul to swoon; What drift of sunset memories, Or love beneath the moon; What surging music faintly sighed From ways in old glad seasons trod; What dreadful daring that defied The vengeance of eternal God? He looked into her eyes and felt His soul touch hers that in them dwelt, His brimming senses reel and melt In some supreme eclipse. He drew her to him; close and still She drooped as one who has no will; More near and near he leaned, until His whole heart's yearning seemed to thrill Like flame upon her lips!
Ah joy beyond the world's desire! What burning dream was this? Their breathless souls drew in like fire All heaven in a kiss! Through deeps of space, it seemed to him, Her voice thrilled low: - 'Dear love,' she said, 'My spirit faints; the world grows dim With joy that makes my soul afraid.' And from her arms' dear bondage he Loosed him, and said low-voiced, 'On me Fear also comes. And now from thee Must I begone till day shall be.' Nor made they other speech, But parted there as dreamers might Whom some wild vision of the night Fulfils with anguish and delight, An-hungered each for each.
And Tristram went, with shuddering soul, Back to the star-lit gloom. The brooding stillness seemed to roll On him great breaths of doom. Athrough the silence and the dark He heard a voice cry out his name, And saw the ghostly face of Mark Peer on him through a mist of flame; - 'Art thou that knight whom rumour saith Men shall find faithful to the death? Is Tristram traitor to his faith?' And answer found he none, But felt about him darkly set, With some strange purpose dim and great, The glowing fetters of a fate He might not guide nor shun.
In the gray watch before the morn Deep silence hung sublime; Darkly the dying night was borne To the great dark of Time. No breath the quiet water stirred Nor frayed the heaven's cloudy bars, Yet one who listened might have heard A sigh which to the drooping stars From the dead stillness of the deep Lifted, as from a world asleep That feels a dream withdrawn; And up the purple orient flowed A stormy light that throbbed and glowed Like the avenging fires of God, - The first faint pulse of dawn!
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