English poem
Ii. 2
by Laurence Binyon (1869–1943)
Ah, did men feign you once, triumphant Sirens, Omnipotent in your lure On a far spice-island over legendary surges Singing, and divine you with the famished eyes of mariners, Listen in a trance to your voices, but listen In a dream secure?
Lost amid strange and hungry waters They fabled the storm-worn sailor stung By a vision of arms outstretched at the end of the world,— Eternal woman, wonderful, with a bosom Heaved as with love, and with warm, white eyelids Over eyes cruel and young. From those voluptuous throats, magical throats, As out of a coral-lipped, an ivory-coloured Dazzling flower, tormenting sweetness floats, Sweetness of voices, odour of strange, strange longing Felt on the flesh like trail of perfumed hair, In sound that stole like soft arms round the soul Drawn thither and inescapably aware Of nothing but the extreme ache to press Lips on those lips, that thirst to suck the breath, The heart’s blood, into theirs, till eyes grow dull, Till lips be lips no longer, and only a skull Roll from your feast of death, O sated Sirens!
But what if it be that fond perfidious Voices With different music lure Even us who have cast far from us the fables of old? If the pride of our quest undo us, and they enchant us Simple as those lost mariners, but no longer In dream secure?
If not with sorcery of song in a scarlet mouth And with eyes of desire You ensnare the easy senses and perishing flesh, But with spiritual lure you hunger to entice us Beyond the borders of knowledge, O evilly enamoured, O terrible choir? If shadowy at the end of time you wait, Wooing subtly the while Man’s spirit, tempted On ever more extravagant quest, and bait His blood with charm of secrecy and peril, Ay, and waylay the longings of his mind, Yielding by dear degrees what he exults to seize, Until he glows to seem the unconfined Master of earth, the world’s sole will, but only That you may taste his glory, spent and shared, Before you press upon his lips the last Kiss of annihilation, and he be cast Into the void prepared, Malignant Sirens!