Poems by George Meredith Volume Ii Part 21

IV

Hard against the furnace core Holds the Queen her streaming eyes: Lo! that thing of piteous gore In the lap of radiance lies, Red of heat, as when He takes, White of heat, whom earth forsakes.

V

Forth with it, and crushing ring Iron hymns, for men to hear Echoes of the deeds that sting Earth into its graves, and fear!

Red of heat, He maketh thus, White of heat, a crown of us.

VI

This that killed Thee, kissed Thee, Lord!

Touched Thee, and we touch it: dear, Dark it is; adored, abhorred: Vilest, yet most sainted here.

Red of heat, O white of heat, In it h.e.l.l and heaven meet.

VII

I behold our morning day When they chased Him out with rods Up to where this traitor lay Thirsting; and the blood was G.o.d's!

Red of heat, it shall be pressed, White of heat, once on my breast!

VIII

Quick! the reptile in me shrieks, Not the soul. Again; the Cross Burn there. Oh! this pain it wreaks Rapture is: pain is not loss.

Red of heat, the tooth of Death, White of heat, has caught my breath.

IX

Brand me, bite me, bitter thing!

Thus He felt, and thus I am One with Him in suffering, One with Him in bliss, the Lamb.

Red of heat, O white of heat, Thus is bitterness made sweet.

X

Now am I, who bear that stamp Scorched in me, the living sign Sole on earth--the lighted lamp Of the dreadful Day divine.

White of heat, beat on it fast!

Red of heat, its shape has pa.s.sed.

XI

Out in angry sparks they fly, They that sentenced Him to bleed: Pontius and his troop: they die, d.a.m.ned for ever for the deed!

White of heat in vain they soar: Red of heat they strew the floor.

XII

Fury on it! have its debt!

Thunder on the Hill accurst, Golgotha, be ye! and sweat Blood, and thirst the Pa.s.sion's thirst.

Red of heat and white of heat, Champ it like fierce teeth that eat.

XIII

Strike it as the ages crush Towers! for while a shape is seen I am rivalled. Quench its blush, Devil! But it crowns me Queen, Red of heat, as none before, White of heat, the circlet wore.

XIV

Lowly I will be, and quail, Crawling, with a beggar's hand: On my breast the branded Nail, On my head the iron band.

Red of heat, are none so base!

White of heat, none know such grace!

XV

In their heaven the sainted hosts, Robed in violet unflecked, Gaze on humankind as ghosts: I draw down a ray direct.

Red of heat, across my brow, White of heat, I touch Him now.

XVI

Robed in violet, robed in gold, Robed in pearl, they make our dawn.

What am I to them? Behold What ye are to me, and fawn.

Red of heat, be humble, ye!

White of heat, O teach it me!

XVII

Martyrs! hungry peaks in air, Rent with lightnings, clad with snow, Crowned with stars! you strip me bare, Pierce me, shame me, stretch me low, Red of heat, but it may be, White of heat, some envy me!

XVIII

O poor enviers! G.o.d's own gifts Have a devil for the weak.

Yea, the very force that lifts Finds the vessel's secret leak.

Red of heat, I rise o'er all: White of heat, I faint, I fall.

XIX

Those old Martyrs sloughed their pride, Taking humbleness like mirth.

I am to His Glory tied, I that witness Him on earth!

Red of heat, my pride of dust, White of heat, feeds fire in trust.

XX

Kindle me to constant fire, Lest the nail be but a nail!

Give me wings of great desire, Lest I look within, and fail!

Red of heat, the furnace light, White of heat, fix on my sight.

XXI

Never for the Chosen peace!

Know, by me tormented know, Never shall the wrestling cease Till with our outlasting Foe, Red of heat to white of heat, Roll we to the G.o.dhead's feet!

Beat, beat! white of heat, Red of heat, beat, beat!