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The Poetical Works of George MacDonald (Parables)

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VI.

And onward still he went, I following

Out on the water. But the water, lo, Like a thin sheet of glass, lay vanishing!

The starry host in glorious twofold show

Looked up, looked down. The moment I saw this, A quivering fear thorough my heart did go:

Unstayed I walked across a twin abyss,

A hollow sphere of blue; nor floor was found Of questing eye, only the foot met the kiss

Of the cool water lightly crisping round

The edges of the footsteps! Terror froze My fallen eyelids. But again the sound

Of my guide's voice on the still air arose:

"Hast thou forgotten that we walk by faith? For keenest sight but multiplies the shows.

Lift up thine eyelids; take a valiant breath;

Terrified, dare the terror in God's name; Step wider; trust the invisible. Can Death

Avail no more to hearten up thy flame?"

I trembled, but I opened wide mine eyes, And strode on the invisible sea. The same

High moment vanished all my cowardice,

And God was with me. The well-pleased stars Threw quivering smiles across the gulfy skies,

The white aurora flashed great scimitars

From north to zenith; and again my guide Full turned on me his face. No prison-bars

Latticed across a soul I there descried,

No weather-stains of grief; quiet age-long Brooded upon his forehead clear and wide;

Yet from that face a pang shot, vivid and strong,

Into my heart. For, though I saw him stand Close to me in the void as one in a throng,

Yet on the border of some nameless land

He stood afar; a still-eyed mystery Caught him whole worlds away. Though in my hand

His hand I held, and, gazing earnestly,

Searched in his countenance, as in a mine, For jewels of contentment, satisfy

My heart I could not. Seeming to divine

My hidden trouble, gently he stooped and kissed My forehead, and his arms did round me twine,

And held me to his bosom. Still I missed

That ancient earthly nearness, when we shared One bed, like birds that of no morrow wist;

Roamed our one father's farm; or, later, fared

Along the dusty highways of the old clime. Backward he drew, and, as if he had bared

My soul, stood reading there a little time,

While in his eyes tears gathered slow, like dew That dims the grass at evening or at prime,

But makes the stars clear-goldener in the blue:

And on his lips a faint ethereal smile Hovered, as hangs the mist of its own hue

Trembling about a purple flower, the while

Evening grows brown. "Brother! brother!" I cried; But straight outbursting tears my words beguile,

And in my bosom all the utterance died.


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