In the beginning God made thee | |
A woman well to look upon, | |
Thy tender body as a tree | |
Whereon cool wind hath always blown | |
Till the clean branches be well grown. | |
There was none like thee in the land; | |
The girls that were thy bondwomen | |
Did bind thee with a purple band | |
Upon thy forehead, that all men | |
10 | Should know thee for God’s handmaiden. |
Strange raiment clad thee like a bride, | |
With silk to wear on hands and feet | |
And plates of gold on either side: | |
Wine made thee glad, and thou didst eat | |
Honey, and choice of pleasant meat. | |
And fishers in the middle sea | |
Did get thee sea-fish and sea-weeds | |
In colour like the robes on thee; | |
And curious work of plaited reeds, | |
20 | And wools wherein live purple bleeds. |
And round the edges of thy cup | |
Men wrought thee marvels out of gold, | |
Strong snakes with lean throats lifted up, | |
Large eyes whereon the brows had hold, | |
And scaly things their slime kept cold. | |
For thee they blew soft wind in flutes | |
And ground sweet roots for cunning scent; | |
Made slow because of many lutes, | |
The wind among thy chambers went | |
30 | Wherein no light was violent. |
God called thy name Aholibah, | |
His tabernacle being in thee, | |
A witness through waste Asia; | |
Thou wert a tent sewn cunningly | |
With gold and colours of the sea. | |
God gave thee gracious ministers | |
And all their work who plait and weave: | |
The cunning of embroiderers | |
That sew the pillow to the sleeve, | |
40 | And likeness of all things that live. |
Thy garments upon thee were fair | |
With scarlet and with yellow thread; | |
Also the weaving of thine hair | |
Was as fine gold upon thy head, | |
And thy silk shoes were sewn with red. | |
All sweet things he bade sift, and ground | |
As a man grindeth wheat in mills | |
With strong wheels alway going round; | |
He gave thee corn, and grass that fills | |
50 | The cattle on a thousand hills. |
The wine of many seasons fed | |
Thy mouth, and made it fair and clean; | |
Sweet oil was poured out on thy head | |
And ran down like cool rain between | |
The strait close locks it melted in. | |
The strong men and the captains knew | |
Thy chambers wrought and fashioned | |
With gold and covering of blue, | |
And the blue raiment of thine head | |
60 | Who satest on a stately bed. |
All these had on their garments wrought | |
The shape of beasts and creeping things, | |
The body that availeth not, | |
Flat backs of worms and veinèd wings, | |
And the lewd bulk that sleeps and stings. | |
Also the chosen of the years, | |
The multitude being at ease, | |
With sackbuts and with dulcimers | |
And noise of shawms and psalteries | |
70 | Made mirth within the ears of these. |
But as a common woman doth, | |
Thou didst think evil and devise; | |
The sweet smell of thy breast and mouth | |
Thou madest as the harlot’s wise, | |
And there was painting on thine eyes. | |
Yea, in the woven guest-chamber | |
And by the painted passages | |
Where the strange gracious paintings were, | |
State upon state of companies, | |
80 | There came on thee the lust of these. |
Because of shapes on either wall | |
Sea-coloured from some rare blue shell | |
At many a Tyrian interval, | |
Horsemen on horses, girdled well, | |
Delicate and desirable, | |
Thou saidest: I am sick of love: | |
Stay me with flagons, comfort me | |
With apples for my pain thereof | |
Till my hands gather in his tree | |
90 | That fruit wherein my lips would be. |
Yea, saidest thou, I will go up | |
When there is no more shade than one | |
May cover with a hollow cup, | |
And make my bed against the sun | |
Till my blood’s violence be done. | |
Thy mouth was leant upon the wall | |
Against the painted mouth, thy chin | |
Touched the hair’s painted curve and fall; | |
Thy deep throat, fallen lax and thin, | |
100 | Worked as the blood’s beat worked therein. |
Therefore, O thou Aholibah, | |
God is not glad because of thee; | |
And thy fine gold shall pass away | |
Like those fair coins of ore that be | |
Washed over by the middle sea. | |
Then will one make thy body bare | |
To strip it of all gracious things, | |
And pluck the cover from thine hair, | |
And break the gift of many kings, | |
110 | Thy wrist-rings and thine ankle-rings. |
Likewise the man whose body joins | |
To thy smooth body, as was said, | |
Who hath a girdle on his loins | |
And dyed attire upon his head – | |
The same who, seeing, worshipped, | |
Because thy face was like the face | |
Of a clean maiden that smells sweet, | |
Because thy gait was as the pace | |
Of one that opens not her feet | |
120 | And is not heard within the street – |
Even he, O thou Aholibah, | |
Made separate from thy desire, | |
Shall cut thy nose and ears away | |
And bruise thee for thy body’s hire | |
And burn the residue with fire. | |
Then shall the heathen people say, | |
The multitude being at ease; | |
Lo, this is that Aholibah | |
Whose name was blown among strange seas, | |
130 | Grown old with soft adulteries. |
Also her bed was made of green, | |
Her windows beautiful for glass | |
That she had made her bed between: | |
Yea, for pure lust her body was | |
Made like white summer-coloured grass. | |
Her raiment was a strong man’s spoil; | |
Upon a table by a bed | |
She set mine incense and mine oil | |
To be the beauty of her head | |
140 | In chambers walled about with red. |
Also between the walls she had | |
Fair faces of strong men portrayed; | |
All girded round the loins, and clad | |
With several cloths of woven braid | |
And garments marvellously made. | |
Therefore the wrath of God shall be | |
Set as a watch upon her way; | |
And whoso findeth by the sea | |
Blown dust of bones will hardly say | |
150 | If this were that Aholibah. |