Chapter I: Front Matter
MANY GODS
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MANY GODS
BY
CALE YOUNG RICE
NEW YORK DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY MCMX
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, INCLUDING THAT OF TRANSLATION INTO FOREIGN LANGUAGES, INCLUDING THE SCANDINAVIAN
COPYRIGHT, 1910, BY DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY PUBLISHED, FEBRUARY, 1910
TO
FINIS KING FARR
AN OLD
AND DEAR COMRADE
CONTENTS
PAGE
"ALL'S WELL" 3
THE PROSELYTE RECANTS 6
LOVE IN JAPAN 10
MAPLE LEAVES ON MIYAJIMA 13
TYPHOON 15
PENANG 17
WHEN THE WIND IS LOW 20
THE PAGODA SLAVE 22
THE SHIPS OF THE SEA 25
KINCHINJUNGA 26
THE BARREN WOMAN 29
BY THE TAJ MAHAL 32
LOVE'S CYNIC 35
IN A TROPICAL GARDEN 42
THE WIND'S WORD 46
THE SHRINE OF SHRINES 47
FROM A FELUCCA 48
THE EGYPTIAN WAKES 49
THE IMAM'S PARABLE 50
SONGS OF A SEA-FARER 52
A SONG OF THE SECTS 54
THE CITY 57
VIA AMOROSA 58
DUSK AT HIROSHIMA 60
THE WANDERER 61
IN A SHINTO TEMPLE GARDEN 64
FAR FUJIYAMA 65
ON MIYAJIMA MOUNTAIN 66
OLD AGE 68
ON THE YANG-TSE-KIANG 69
THE SEA-ARMIES 71
THE CHRISTIAN IN EXILE 73
THE PARSEE WOMAN 75
SHAH JEHAN TO MUMTAZ MAHAL 77
PRINCESS JEHANARA 79
A CINGHALESE LOVE LAMENT 80
ON THE ARABIAN GULF 83
THE RAMESSID 84
IMMORTAL FOES 85
THE CONSCRIPT 87
NAVIS IGNOTA 89
THE CROSS OF THE SEPULCHRE 91
THE NUN 92
ALPINE CHANT 94
THE MAN OF MIGHT 96
IN TIME OF AWE 97
SUNRISE IN UTAH 99
CONSOLATION 100
WAVES 102
VIS ULTIMA 104
MEREDITH 106
MANY GODS
"ALL'S WELL"
I
The illimitable leaping of the sea, The mouthing of his madness to the moon, The seething of his endless sorcery, His prophecy no power can attune, Swept over me as, on the sounding prow Of a great ship that steered into the stars, I stood and felt the awe upon my brow Of death and destiny and all that mars.
II
The wind that blew from Cassiopeia cast Wanly upon my ear a rune that rung; The sailor in his eyrie on the mast Sang an "All's well," that to the spirit clung Like a lost voice from some aërial realm Where ships sail on forever to no shore, Where Time gives Immortality the helm, And fades like a far phantom from life's door.
III
"And is all well, O Thou Unweariable Launcher of worlds upon bewildered space," Rose in me, "All? or did thy hand grow dull Building this world that bears a piteous race? O was it launched too soon or launched too late? Or can it be a derelict that drifts Beyond thy ken toward some reef of Fate On which Oblivion's sand forever shifts?"
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