The Future Poetry

386 The Future Poetry

Ilion^15

Dawn over Ilion

Dawn in her journey eternal compelling the labour of mortals,

Dawn the beginner of things with the night for their rest or their ending,

Pallid and bright-lipped arrived from the mists and the chill of the Euxine.

Earth in the dawn-fire delivered from starry and shadowy vastness

Woke to the wonder of life and its passion and sorrow and beauty,

All on her bosom sustaining, the patient compassionate Mother.

Out of the formless vision of Night with its look on things hidden

Given to the gaze of the azure she lay in her garment of greenness,

Wearing light on her brow. In the dawn-ray lofty and voiceless

Ida climbed with her god-haunted peaks into diamond lustres,

Ida first of the hills with the ranges silent beyond her

Watching the dawn in their giant companies, as since the ages

First began they had watched her, upbearing Time on their summits.

Troas cold on her plain awaited the boon of the sunshine.

There, like a hope through an emerald dream sole-pacing for ever,

Stealing to wideness beyond, crept Simois lame in his currents,

Guiding his argent thread mid the green of the reeds and the grasses.

Headlong, impatient of Space and its boundaries, Time and its slowness,

Xanthus clamoured aloud as he ran to the far-surging waters,

Joining his call to the many-voiced roar of the mighty Aegean,

Answering Ocean’s limitless cry like a whelp to its parent.

Forests looked up through their rifts, the ravines grew aware of their

shadows.

Closer now gliding glimmered the golden feet of the goddess.

Over the hills and the headlands spreading her garment of splendour,

Fateful she came with her eyes impartial looking on all things,

Bringer to man of the day of his fortune and day of his downfall.

(^15) Hexameters. Some opening passages of a poem left unfinished have been recast and
added here to illustrate to some extent the theory of the hexameter put forward in the
preceding pages.