The Lord of Misrule, and Other Poems Part 1

The Lord of Misrule.

by Alfred Noyes.

THE LORD OF MISRULE

"On May days the wild heads of the parish would choose a Lord of Misrule, whom they would follow even into the church, though the minister were at prayer or preaching, dancing and swinging their may-boughs about like devils incarnate."--_Old Puritan Writer._

All on a fresh May morning, I took my love to church, To see if Parson Primrose were safely on his perch.

He scarce had got to _Thirdly_, or squire begun to snore, When, like a sun-lit sea-wave, A green and crimson sea-wave, A frolic of madcap May-folk came whooping through the door:--

Come up, come in with streamers!

Come in, with boughs of may!

Come up and thump the s.e.xton, And carry the clerk away.

Now skip like rams, ye mountains, Ye little hills, like sheep!

Come up and wake the people That parson puts to sleep.

They tickled their nut-brown tabors. Their garlands flew in showers, And la.s.ses and lads came after them, with feet like dancing flowers.

Their queen had torn her green gown, and bared a shoulder as white, O, white as the may that crowned her, While all the minstrels round her Tilted back their crimson hats and sang for sheer delight:

Come up, come in with streamers!

Come in, with boughs of may!

Now by the gold upon your toe You walked the primrose way.

Come up, with white and crimson!

O, shake your bells and sing; Let the porch bend, the pillars bow, Before our Lord, the Spring!

The dusty velvet ha.s.socks were dabbled with fragrant dew.

The font grew white with hawthorn. It frothed in every pew.

Three petals clung to the s.e.xton's beard as he mopped and mowed at the clerk, And "Take that s.e.xton away," they cried; "Did Nebuchadnezzar eat may?" they cried.

"Nay, that was a prize from Betty," they cried, "for kissing her in the dark."

Come up, come in with streamers!

Come in, with boughs of may!

Who knows but old Methuselah May hobble the green-wood way?

If Betty could kiss the s.e.xton, If Kitty could kiss the clerk, Who knows how Parson Primrose Might blossom in the dark?

The congregation spluttered. The squire grew purple and all, And every little chorister bestrode his carven stall.

The parson flapped like a magpie, but none could hear his prayers; For Tom Fool flourished his tabor, Flourished his nut-brown tabor, Bashed the head of the s.e.xton, and stormed the pulpit stairs.

High in the old oak pulpit This Lord of all misrule-- I think it was Will Summers That once was Shakespeare's fool-- Held up his hand for silence, And all the church grew still: "And are you snoring yet," he said, "Or have you slept your fill?

"Your G.o.d still walks in Eden, between the ancient trees, Where Youth and Love go wading through pools of primroses.

And this is the sign we bring you, before the darkness fall, That Spring is risen, is risen again, That Life is risen, is risen again, That Love is risen, is risen again, and Love is Lord of all.

"At Paske began our morrice And, ere Pentecost, our May; Because, albeit your words be true, You know not what you say.

You chatter in church like jackdaws, Words that would wake the dead, Were there one breath of life in you, One drop of blood," he said.

"_He died and He went down to h.e.l.l!_ You know not what you mean.

Our rafters were of green fir. Also our beds were green.

But out of the mouth of a fool, a fool, before the darkness fall, We tell you He is risen again, The Lord of Life is risen again, The boughs put forth their tender buds, and Love is Lord of all!"

He bowed his head. He stood so still, They bowed their heads as well.

And softly from the organ-loft The song began to swell.

_Come up with blood-red streamers_, The reeds began the strain.

The _vox humana_ pealed on high, _The Spring is risen again!_

The _vox angelica_ replied--_The shadows flee away!

Our house-beams were of cedar. Come in, with boughs of may!_ The _diapason_ deepened it--_Before the darkness fall_, _We tell you He is risen again!

Our G.o.d hath burst His prison again!

Christ is risen, is risen again; and Love is Lord of all._

THE REPEAL

I dreamed the Eternal had repealed His cosmic code of law last night.

Our prayers had made the Unchanging yield.

Caprice was king from depth to height.

On Beachy Head a shouting throng Had fired a beacon to proclaim Their licence. With unmeasured song They proved it, dancing in the flame.

They quarrelled. One desired the sun, And one desired the stars to shine.

They closed and wrestled and burned as one, And the white chalk grew red as wine.

The furnace licked and purred and rolled, A laughing child held up its hands Like dreadful torches, dropping gold; For pain was dead at their commands.

Painless and wild as clouds they burned, Till the restricted Rose of Day With all its glorious laws returned, And the wind blew their ashes away.

THE SEARCH-LIGHTS

"Political morality differs from individual morality because there is no power above the state."

Shadow by shadow, stripped for fight, The lean black cruisers search the sea.

Night-long their level shafts of light Revolve, and find no enemy.

Only they know each leaping wave May hide the lightning, and their grave.

And in the land they guard so well Is there no silent watch to keep?

An age is dying, and the bell Rings midnight on a vaster deep.

But over all its waves, once more, The search-lights move, from sh.o.r.e to sh.o.r.e.