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Thel's Motto
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?
Or Love in a golden bowl?
Thel - I
The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny
flocks,
All but the youngest: she in paleness sought the secret
air.
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle lamentation falls like morning dew.
O life of this our spring! why fades the lotus of the
water?
Why fade these children of the spring? born but to smile
& fall.
Ah! Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,
Like a reflection in a glass: like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants
face.
Like the doves voice, like transient day, like music in
the air:
Ah! gentle may I lay me down and gentle rest my head.
And gentle sleep the sleep of death, and gently hear the
voice
Of him that walketh in the garden in the evening time.
The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales:
So weak the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads his
hand
Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lily
flower.
Thou gentle maid of silent valleys and of modest brooks:
For thou shall be clothed in light, and fed with morning
manna:
Till summers heat melts thee beside the fountains and
the springs
To flourish in eternal vales: they why should Thel
complain.
Why should the mistress of the vales of Har, utter a
sigh.
She ceasd & smild in tears, then sat down in her silver
shrine.
Thel answerd, O thou little virgin of the peaceful
valley.
Giving to those that cannot crave, the voiceless, the
o'er tired
The breath doth nourish the innocent lamb, he smells the
milky garments
He crops thy flowers while thou sittest smiling in his
face,
Wiping his mild and meekin mouth from all contagious
taints.
Thy wine doth purify the golden honey; thy perfume.
Which thou dost scatter on every little blade of grass
that springs
Revives the milked cow, & tames the fire-breathing
steed.
But Thel is like a faint cloud kindled at the rising
sun:
I vanish from my pearly throne, and who shall find my
place.
Queen of the vales the Lily answered, ask the tender
cloud,
And it shall tell thee why it glitters in the morning
sky.
And why it scatters its bright beauty thro the humid
air.
Descend O little cloud & hover before the eyes of Thel.
The Cloud descended and the Lily bowd her modest head:
And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant
grass.
Thel - II
O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me
Why thou complainest now when in one hour thou fade
away:
Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to
thee.
I pass away, yet I complain, and no one hears my voice.
The Cloud then shewd his golden head & his bright form
emerg'd.
Hovering and glittering on the air before the face of
Thel.
O virgin know'st thou not our steeds drink of the golden
springs
Where Luvah doth renew his horses: lookst thou on my
youth.
And fearest thou because I vanish and am seen no more.
Nothing remains; O maid I tell thee, when I pass away.
It is to tenfold life, to love, to peace, and raptures
holy:
Unseen descending, weigh my light wings upon balmy
flowers:
And court the fair eyed dew, to take me to her shining
tent
The weeping virgin, trembling kneels before the risen
sun.
Till we arise link'd in a golden band and never part:
But walk united bearing food to all our tender flowers.
Dost thou O little cloud? I fear that I am not like
thee:
For I walk through the vales of Har, and smell the
sweetest flowers:
But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling
birds,
But I feed not the warbling birds, they fly and seek
their food:
But Thel delights in these no more because I fade away
And all shall say, without a use this shining women
liv'd,
Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.
The Cloud reclind upon his airy throne and answerd thus.
Then if thou art the food of worms, O virgin of the
skies,
How great thy use, how great thy blessing, every thing
that lives.
Lives not alone nor or itself: fear not and I will call,
The weak worm from its lowly bed, and thou shalt hear
its voice.
Come forth worm and the silent valley, to thy pensive
queen.
The helpless worm arose and sat upon the Lillys leaf,
And the bright Cloud saild on, to find his partner in
the vale.
Thel - III
Then Thel astonish'd view'd the Worm upon its dewy bed.
Art thou a Worm? image of weakness. art thou but a Worm?
I see thee like an infant wrapped in the Lillys leaf;
Ah weep not little voice, thou can'st not speak, but
thou can'st weep:
Is this a Worm? I see they lay helpless & naked: weeping
And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers
smiles.
The Clod of Clay heard the Worms voice & rais'd her
pitying head:
She bowd over the weeping infant, and her life exhald
In milky fondness, then on Thel she fix'd her humble
eyes
O beauty of the vales of Har, we live not for ourselves,
Thou seest me the meanest thing, and so I am indeed:
My bosom of itself is cold, and of itself is dark,
But he that loves the lowly, pours his oil upon my head
And kisses me, and binds his nuptial bands around my
breast.
And says; Thou mother of my children, I have loved thee
And I have given thee a crown that none can take away.
But how this is sweet maid, I know not, and I cannot
know
I ponder, and I cannot ponder; yet I live and love.
The daughter of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her
white veil,
And said, Alas! I knew not this, and therefore did I
weep:
That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil
foot
That wilful bruis'd its helpless form: but that he
cherish'd it
With milk and oil I never knew, and therefore did I
weep,
And I complaind in the mild air, because I fade away.
And lay me down in thy cold bed, and leave my shining
lot.
Queen of the vales, the matron Clay answered: I heard
thy sighs.
And all thy moans flew o'er my roof, but I have call'd
them down:
Wilt thou O Queen enter my house, tis given thee to
enter,
And to return: fear nothing, enter with thy virgin feet.
Thel - IV
The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern
bar:
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous
roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless
twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
She wandered in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark,
listning
Dolors & lamentations: waiting oft beside the dewy grave
She stood in silence, listning to the voices of the
ground,
Till to her own grave plot she came, & there she sat
down.
And heard this voice of sorrow breathed from the hollow
pit.
Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own destruction?
Or the glistening Eye to the poison of a smile!
Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,
Where a thousand fighting men in ambush lie!
Or an Eye of gifts & graces showring fruits & coined
gold!
Why a Tongue impress'd with honey from every wind?
Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to draw creations in?
Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror trembling & affright
Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy?
Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire?
The Virgin started from her seat, & with a shriek,
Fled back unhinderd till she came into the vales of Har
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