§ 3. IT was so that he wrote his poem, "Caradrion". It was out of thoughts of Corydon, and of the tears which they shed in each other's presence, that this poem was made. Thyrsis had a fondness for burrowing into strange old books, in which one found the primitive wonder of the soul of man, first awakening to the mystery of life. Such a book was Physiologus, with his tales of strange beasts and magic jewels. "There is a bird called Caradrion", Thyrsis had read. . . . "And if the sick man can be healed, Caradrion goes to him, and touches him upon the mouth, and takes his sickness from him ; and so the man is made well." And out of this hint he had fashioned the legend of the two children who had grown up together in "the little cot, fringed round with tender green" ; one of them Cedric, and one Eileen — for he had given the names that Corydon preferred.
They grew "unto the days of love", so the story ran —
"And Cedric bent above her, stooping Iight 3 To press a kiss upon her tender cheek. And said, 'Eileen, I love thee ; yea I love, And loved thee ever, them my soul's delight.'
So time sped on, until there came
"To Cedric once a strange unlovely thought, That haunted him and would not let him be.
'Eileen,' he said, 'there is a thing called death, Of which men speak with trembling at the lips; And I have thought how it would be with me If I should never gaze upon thee more.'
So Cedric went to find out about these matters; he
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sought a witch—"the haggard woman, held in awe."
"He found her crouching by a caldron fire; Far gleams of light fled through the vault away. And tongues of darkness flickered on the wall. Then Cedric said, 'I seek the fate to know'. And the witch laughed, and gazed on him and sang:
'Fashioned in the shadow-land,
Out into darkness hurled; Trusted to the Storm-wind's hand, By the Passion-tempest whirled! Ever straining, Never gaining, Never keeping,
Young or old! Whither going Never knowing, Wherefore weeping,
Never told!
Rising, falling, disappearing, Seeking, calling, hating, fearing; Blasted by the lightning- shock, Trampled in the earthquake rock; Were I man I would not plead In the roll of fate to read!'
"Then Cedric shuddered, but he said again, 'I seek the fate,' and the witch waved her hand; And straight a peal of thunder shook the ground, And clanged and battered on the cavern walls, Like some huge boulder leaping down the cliff. And blinding light flashed out, and seething fire Shattered the seamy crags and heaving floor."
And so in a vision of terror Cedric saw the little vale, and the cot "fringed round with tender green"; and upon the lawn he saw Eileen, lying as one dead.
"And Cedric sprang, and cried, 'My love! Eileen!' And on the instant came a thunder-crash Like to the sound of old primeval days, Of mountain-heaving shock and earthquake roar, Of whirling planets shattered in the dark."
And so, half wild with grief and despair, Cedric wandered forth into the world; and after great suffering, the birds took pity upon him, and gave him advice—that he should seek Caradrion.
" 'Caradrion ?' cried Cedric, starting up, 'Speak swiftly, ere too late, where dwelleth he?' 'Ah, that I know not,' spake the little voice, 'Yet keep thy courage, seek thou out the stork,
The ancient stork that saw from earliest days,
Sitting in primal contemplation lost,
Sphinx-like, seraphic, and oracular,.
Watching the strange procession of men's dreams.'
But the stork was cruel and would not heed him, and led Cedric a weary chase through the marshes and the brakes. But Cedric pursued, and finally seized the bird by the throat, and forced the secret from him—
" 'Fare southward still,
Fronting the sun's midnoon, all-piercing shaft, Unto the land where daylight burns as fire; Where the rank earth in choking vapor steams, And fierce luxurious vegetation reeks. So shalt thou come upon a seamed rock, Towering to meet the sun's fierce-flashing might, Baring its granite forehead to the sky. There on its summit, in a cavern deep, Dwells what thou seekest, half a bird, half man, Caradrion, the consecrate to pain.'
Then came the long journey and the search for the seamed rock.
" 'Twas night; and vapors, curling, choked the ground, And the rock writhed like flesh of one in pain. But Cedric mounted up to find the cave, Crying aloud: 'I seek Caradrion.' And so, till from the cavern depth a voice:
'Come not, except to sorrow thou be born.' And Cedric, panting, stretched his shrunken arms:
'Another's sorrow would I change to joy, And mine own joy to sorrow; help thou me.' To which the voice, sunk low, replied: 'Come thou.* And Cedric came, unfearing, in the dark, And saw in gloomy night a form in pain, With wings stretched wide, and beating faint and fast.
'Art thou Caradrion?' he murmured swift, And echo gave reply, 'Caradrion'."
So Cedric told of his errand, and pleaded for help; and he heard the answer of the voice:
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" 'Yea, I can save her, if thou be a soul
That can dare pain and face the rage of fate; A soul that feareth not to look on death.'
'Speak on,' said Cedric, shaking, and he spoke:
'This is my law, that am Caradrion, Whose way is sorrow and whose end is death; That by my pain some fleeting grace I win, Some joy unto another I can give. Far through this world of woe I seek, and find Some soul crushed utterly, and steeped in pain; And when it sleeps, I stoop on silent wing, And with a kiss take all its woe away— Take it for mine, and then into this cave Return alone, the blessing's price to pay.' Then up sprang Cedric. 'Nay,' he cried, 'then swift, Ere life be gone!' But once more spake the voice:
'Nay, boy, my race is run, my power is spent; This hope alone I give thee, as thou wilt; Whoso stands by and sees my heart-throb cease, Who tastes its blood, my power and form are his, And forth he fares in solitary flight, Caradrion, the consecrate to pain. And so my word is said; now hide thee far In the cave's night, and wrestle there in prayer.' But Cedric said, 'My prayer is done; I wait.' So in the cave the hours of night sped by, And sounds came forth as when a woman fights In savage pain a life from hers to free."
Then in the dawn a dark shadow flew from the cave, and sped across the blue, and came to the little vale, where Eileen lay dying, as he had seen her in the vision in the "haggard woman's" cavern.
"Then Cedric sprang, and cried, ']\ly love! Eileen!' And Eileen heard him not; nor knew he wept.— For mighty sorrow burst from out his heart, And flooded all his being, and he sunk, And moaned: 'Eileen, I love thee ! Yea, I love, And loved thee ever; and I can not think That I shall never gaze upon thee more. My life for thine—ah, that were naught to give, Meant not the gift to see thee nevermore! Never to hear thy voice. Nay, nay, Eileen, Gaze on me, speak to me, give me but one word, And I will go and never more return.' But Eileen answered not; he touched her hand, And she felt nothing. Then he whispered, low, 'Oh, may God keep thee—for it must be done-Guard thee, and bless thee, thou my soul's delight! And when thou waken'st, wilt thou think of me, Of Cedric, him that loved thee, oh so true? Nay, for they said thou shouldst no sorrow know, And that would be a sorrow, yea, it would. And must thou then forget me, thou my love? And canst not give me but one single word, To tell me that I do not die in vain? Gaze at me, Eileen, see, thy love is here, Here as of old, above thee stooping light, To press a kiss upon thy tender lips.— Ah, I can kiss thee—kiss thee, my Eileen, Kiss as of yore, with all mj passion's woe!' And as he spoke he pressed her to his heart, Long, long, with yearning, and he felt the leap Of molten metal through his throbbing veins ; His eyes shot fire, and anguish racked his limbs, And he fell back, and reeled, and clutched his brow. An instant only gazed he on her face,
And saw new life w r ithin her gray cheek leap,