Poetry of the Supernatural.
by Various.
POETRY OF THE SUPERNATURAL[3:1]
Lafcadio Hearn, in his _Interpretations of Literature_ (one of the most valuable and delightful books on literature which has been written in our time), says: "Let me tell you that it would be a mistake to suppose that the stories of the supernatural have had their day in fine literature. On the contrary, wherever fine literature is being produced, either in poetry or in prose, you will find the supernatural element very much alive... But without citing other living writers, let me observe that there is scarcely any really great author in European literature, old or new, who has not distinguished himself in the treatment of the supernatural. In English literature, I believe, there is no exception,--even from the time of the Anglo-Saxon poets to Shakespeare, and from Shakespeare to our own day. And this introduces us to the consideration of a general and remarkable fact,--a fact that I do not remember to have seen in any books, but which is of very great philosophical importance; there is something ghostly in all great art, whether of literature, music, sculpture, or architecture."
Feeling this, Mr. Walbridge has compiled the following list. It is not a bibliography, nor even a "contribution toward" a bibliography, nor a "reading list," in the usual sense, but the intelligent selection of a number of instances in which poets, major and minor, have turned to ghostly themes. If it causes you, reading one of its quotations, to hunt for and read the whole poem, it will have served its purpose. If it tells you of a poem you have never read--and so gives you a new pleasure--or if it reminds you of one you had forgotten, it will have been sufficiently useful. But for those who are fond of poetry, and fond of recollecting poems which they have enjoyed, it is believed that the list is not without interest in itself. Its quotations are taken from the whole great range of English poetry, both before and after the time of him "who made Prospero the magician, and gave him Caliban and Ariel as his servants, who heard the Tritons blowing their horns round the coral reefs of the Enchanted Isle, and the fairies singing to each other in a wood near Athens, who led the phantom kings in dim procession across the misty Scottish heath, and hid Hecate in a cave with the weird sisters."
FOOTNOTES:
[3:1] The picture on the front cover is from an ill.u.s.tration by Mr. Gerald Metcalfe, for Coleridge"s "Christabel," in _The Poems of Coleridge_, published by John Lane.
POETRY OF THE SUPERNATURAL
COMPILED BY EARLE F. WALBRIDGE
_Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread._
--_Rime of the Ancient Mariner._
THE OLDER POETS
=Allingham=, William. A Dream. (In Charles Welsh"s The Golden Treasury of Irish Songs and Lyrics.)
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night.
I went to the window to see the sight: All the dead that ever I knew Going one by one and two by two.
=Arnold=, Matthew. The Forsaken Merman.
In its delicate loveliness "The Forsaken Merman" ranks high among Mr. Arnold"s poems. It is the story of a Sea-King, married to a mortal maiden, who forsook him and her children under the impulse of a Christian conviction that she must return and pray for her soul.--_H. W. Paul._
She sate by the pillar: we saw her clear; "Margaret, hist! Come quick, we are here!
Dear heart," I said, "We are long alone; The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan."
But, ah, she gave me never a look, For her eyes were seal"d to the holy book.
---- St. Brandan.
... a picturesque embodiment of a strange mediaeval legend touching Judas Iscariot, who is supposed to be released from h.e.l.l for a few hours every Christmas because he had done in his life a single deed of charity.--_H. W. Paul._
=Barlow=, Jane. Three Throws and One. (In Walter Jerrold"s The Book of Living Poets.)
At each throw of my net there"s a life must go down into death on the sea.
At each throw of my net it comes laden, O rare, with my wish back to me.
With my choice of all treasures most peerless that lapt in the oceans be.
=Boyd=, Thomas. The King"s Son. (In Padric Gregory"s Modern Anglo-Irish Verse.)
Who rideth through the driving rain At such a headlong speed?
Naked and pale he rides amain, Upon a naked steed.
=Browning=, Elizabeth Barrett. The Lay of the Brown Rosary.
Who meet there, my mother, at dawn and at even?
Who meet by that wall, never looking at heaven?
O sweetest my sister, what doeth with thee The ghost of a nun with a brown rosary And a face turned from heaven?
=Browning=, Robert. Mesmerism.
And the socket floats and flares, And the house-beams groan And a foot unknown Is surmised on the garret stairs And the locks slip unawares...
=Buchanan=, Robert. The Ballad of Judas Iscariot. (In Stedman"s Victorian Anthology.)
The beauty is chiefly in the central idea of forgiveness, but the workmanship of this composition has also a very remarkable beauty, a Celtic beauty of weirdness, such as we seldom find in a modern composition touching religious tradition.--_Lafcadio Hearn._
The body of Judas Iscariot Lay stretched along the snow.
"Twas the soul of Judas Iscariot Ran swiftly to and fro.
=Carleton=, William. Sir Turlough, or The Churchyard Bride. (In Stopford Brooke"s A Treasury of Irish Poetry.)
The churchyard bride is accustomed to appear to the last mourner in the churchyard after a burial, and, changing its s.e.x to suit the occasion, exacts a promise and a fatal kiss from the unfortunate lingerer.
He pressed her lips as the words were spoken, Killeevy, O Killeevy!
And his banshee"s wail--now far and broken-- Murmured "Death" as he gave the token By the bonny green woods of Killeevy.
=Chatterton=, Thomas. The Parliament of Sprites.
"The Parliament of Sprites" is an interlude played by Carmelite friars at William Canynge"s house on the occasion of the dedication of St. Mary Redcliffe"s. One after another the "antichi spiriti dolenti" rise up and salute the new edifice: Nimrod and the a.s.syrians, Anglo-Saxon ealdormen and Norman knights templars, and citizens of ancient Bristol.--_H. A.
Beers._