_ Then seek it in the
habitable
world,
Or leap into that sea and end a journey
That has no other end.
Or leap into that sea and end a journey
That has no other end.
Yeats
_Aibric. _ All that ever loved
Have loved that way--there is no other way.
_Forgael. _ Yet never have two lovers kissed but they
Believed there was some other near at hand,
And almost wept because they could not find it.
_Aibric. _ When they have twenty years; in middle life
They take a kiss for what a kiss is worth,
And let the dream go by.
_Forgael. _ It's not a dream,
But the reality that makes our passion
As a lamp shadow--no--no lamp, the sun.
What the world's million lips are thirsting for,
Must be substantial somewhere.
_Aibric. _ I have heard the Druids
Mutter such things as they awake from trance.
It may be that the dead have lit upon it,
Or those that never lived; no mortal can.
_Forgael. _ I only of all living men shall find it.
_Aibric.
_ Then seek it in the habitable world,
Or leap into that sea and end a journey
That has no other end.
_Forgael. _ I cannot answer.
I can see nothing plain; all's mystery.
Yet, sometimes there's a torch inside my head
That makes all clear, but when the light is gone
I have but images, analogies,
The mystic bread, the sacramental wine,
The red rose where the two shafts of the cross,
Body and soul, waking and sleep, death, life,
Whatever meaning ancient allegorists
Have settled on, are mixed into one joy.
For what's the rose but that? miraculous cries,
Old stories about mystic marriages,
Impossible truths? But when the torch is lit
All that is impossible is certain,
I plunge in the abyss.
[Sailors _come in_. ]
_First Sailor. _ Look there! There in the mist! A ship of spices.
_Second Sailor. _ We would not have noticed her but for the sweet smell
through the air. Ambergris and sandalwood, and all the herbs the
witches bring from the sunrise.