  Two gods once visited a hermit couple, Philemon and his Baucis, old books tell; They sampled elder-wine and called it nectar, Though nectar is the tastier drink by far. They made ambrosia of pot-herb and lentil, They ate pease-porridge even, with a will. Why, and so forth.... But that night in the spare bedroom Where they lay shivering in the musty gloom, Hermes and Zeus overheard conversation, Behind the intervening wall, drag on In thoughtful snatches through the night. They idly Listened, and first they heard Philemon sigh:— Phi. “Since two souls meet and merge at time of marriage, Conforming to one stature and one age, An honest token each with each exchanging Of Only Love unbroken as a ring— What signified my boyhood’s ideal friendship That stared its ecstasy at eye and lip, But dared not touch because love seemed too holy For flesh with flesh in real embrace to lie?” Bau. Then Baucis sighed in answer to Philemon, “Many’s the young man that my eye rests on (Our younger guest to-night provides the instance) Whose body brings my heart hotter romance Than your dear face could ever spark within me; Often I wish my heart from yours set free.” Phi. “In this wild medley round us of Bought Love, Free Love and Forced Love and pretentious No-Love, Whether, in living thus, we do not err. Why might we not approve adulterous licence Increasing pleasurable experience? What could the soul lose through the body’s rapture With a body not its mate, where thought is pure?” Bau. “Are children bonds of love? But even children Grow up too soon as women and as men, And in the growing find their own love private, Meet parent-love with new suspicious hate. Our favourites run the surest to the Devil In spite of early cares and all good will.” Phi. “Sweetheart, you know that you have my permission To go your own way and to take love on Wherever love may signal.” She replying Bau. Said, “I allow you, dearest, the same thing.” Zeus was struck dumb at this unholy compact, But Hermes knew the shadow from the fact And took an oath that for whole chests of money Neither would faithless to the other be, Would not and could not, being twined together In such close love that he for want of her Removed one night-time from his side, would perish, And she was magnet-drawn by his least wish. Eternal Gods deny the sense of humour, That well might prejudice their infallible power, So Hermes and King Zeus not once considered, In treating of this idyll overheard, That love rehearses after life’s defeat Remembered conflicts of an earlier heat, Baucis, kind soul, was palsied, withered and bent, Philemon, too, was ten years impotent. |
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