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Two Poems

By Douglas Ainslie

    I—The Death of Verlaine

“Rien de plus cher que la chanson grise.”

So the poet of grey slips away,
    The poor singer from over the strait,
Who sat by the Paris highway,
    Whose life was the laughter of fate ;

The laughter of fate, but the woe
    Of the gods and the mortals who heard
The mystical modes as they flow—
    Broken phrase, riven lute, broken word,

Broken up as the attar is crushed
    By the steel of the mercantile weights
From the soul of the roses that blushed
    Through the scroll of Elysian gates.


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As a sphynx-moth with shivering wings
    Hangs over the thyme in the garden
But an instant, then fairyward brings
    The honey he gathers for guerdon ;

So you the oases of life
    Just touched with your frayed, rapid wings,
Poor poet, and drew from the strife
    The peculiar honey that clings

To your magical measures and ways,
    As they sway with the moods of the soul,
Semi-conscious, through haze, in amaze,
    Making on toward a dim distant goal.

“Be always a poet or saint”—
    Poor Lélian was saint and was poet,
But not always—for sometimes we faint—
    Then he must forget that we know it ;

In iris and opal forget—
    His iris, his bow in the sky,
Fickle bow for the storm, and that yet
    Was his only storm-bow to steer by.

Good-bye, then, poor poet, good-bye !
    You will not be long there alone :
Very soon for your help we shall cry,
    Lost souls in a country unknown.


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Then Lélian, king of the land,
    Rich Lélian will teach us the speech
That here we but half understand—
    Kind Lélian will reach us his hand.

    II—Her Colours

ROSE, grey, and white—
Roses, sad seas, and light
Straight from the sun—
    These are your colours.

Red necklet spun
When the Eastern day was done
By fairy fingers
    Of lotus flowers.

In those white ivories
Your arms, a charm there lies,
Charm to conquer
    The bravest singers :

And for your grey
Sweet, deep eye-oceans—they
    Do yet declare
Queen Venus lingers.

MLA citation:

Ainslie, Douglas. “Two Poems.” The Yellow Book, vol. 13, April 1897, pp. 212-214. Yellow Book Digital Edition, edited by Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2010-2014. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2020.