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Epilogue - Dramatis Person'

by Robert Browning

FIRST SPEAKER, as David

On the first of the Feast of Feasts,

The Dedication Day,

When the Levites joined the Priests

At the Altar in robed array,

Gave signal to sound and say,

II.

When the thousands, rear and van,

Swarming with one accord

Became as a single man

(Look, gesture, thought and word)

In praising and thanking the Lord,

III.

When the singers lift up their voice,

And the trumpets made endeavour,

Sounding, 'In God rejoice!'

Saying, 'In Him rejoice

'Whose mercy endureth for ever!'

IV.

Then the Temple filled with a cloud,

Even the House of the Lord;

Porch bent and pillar bowed:

For the presence of the Lord,

In the glory of His cloud,

Had filled the House of the Lord.

SECOND SPEAKER, as Renan

Gone now! All gone across the dark so far,

Sharpening fast, shuddering ever, shutting still,

Dwindling into the distance, dies that star

Which came, stood, opened once! We gazed our fill

With upturned faces on as real a Face

That, stooping from grave music and mild fire,

Took in our homage, made a visible place

Through many a depth of glory, gyre on gyre,

For the dim human tribute. Was this true?

Could man indeed avail, mere praise of his,

To help by rapture God's own rapture too,

Thrill with a heart's red tinge that pure pale bliss?

Why did it end? Who failed to beat the breast,

And shriek, and throw the arms protesting wide,

When a first shadow showed the star addressed

Itself to motion, and on either side

The rims contracted as the rays retired;

The music, like a fountain's sickening pulse,

Subsided on itself; awhile transpired

Some vestige of a Face no pangs convulse,

No prayers retard; then even this was gone,

Lost in the night at last. We, lone and left

Silent through centuries, ever and anon

Venture to probe again the vault bereft

Of all now save the lesser lights, a mist

Of multitudinous points, yet suns, men say

And this leaps ruby, this lurks amethyst,

But where may hide what came and loved our clay?

How shall the sage detect in yon expanse

The star which chose to stoop and stay for us?

Unroll the records! Hailed ye such advance

Indeed, and did your hope evanish thus?

Watchers of twilight, is the worst averred?

We shall not look up, know ourselves are seen,

Speak, and be sure that we again are heard,

Acting or suffering, have the disk's serene

Reflect our life, absorb an earthly flame,

Nor doubt that, were mankind inert and numb,

Its core had never crimsoned all the same,

Nor, missing ours, its music fallen dumb?

Oh, dread succession to a dizzy post,

Sad sway of sceptre whose mere touch appals,

Ghastly dethronement, cursed by those the most

On whose repugnant brow the crown next falls!

THIRD SPEAKER

Witless alike of will and way divine,

How heaven's high with earth's low should intertwine!

Friends, I have seen through your eyes: now use mine!

II.

Take the least man of all mankind, as I;

Look at his head and heart, find how and why

He differs from his fellows utterly:

III.

Then, like me, watch when nature by degrees

Grows alive round him, as in Arctic seas

(They said of old) the instinctive water flees

IV.

Toward some elected point of central rock,

As though, for its sake only, roamed the flock

Of waves about the waste: awhile they mock

With radiance caught for the occasion, hues

Of blackest hell now, now such reds and blues

As only heaven could fitly interfuse,

VI.

The mimic monarch of the whirlpool, king

O' the current for a minute: then they wring

Up by the roots and oversweep the thing,

VII.

And hasten off, to play again elsewhere

The same part, choose another peak as bare,

They find and flatter, feast and finish there.

VIII.

When you see what I tell you, nature dance

About each man of us, retire, advance,

As though the pageant's end were to enhance

IX.

His worth, and once the life, his product, gained

Roll away elsewhere, keep the strife sustained,

And show thus real, a thing the North but feigned

When you acknowledge that one world could do

All the diverse work, old yet ever new,

Divide us, each from other, me from you,

XI.

Why, where's the need of Temple, when the walls

O' the world are that? What use of swells and falls

From Levites' choir, Priests' cries, and trumpet-calls?

XII.

That one Face, far from vanish, rather grows,

Or decomposes but to recompose,

Become my universe that feels and knows.