Canto II
[Poetical Works. London: Pickering,
1834]
"A little further, O my father, yet a little further,
and we shall come into the open moonlight." Their road was through a
forest of fir-trees; at its entrance the trees stood at distances
from each other, and the path was broad, and the moonlight and the
moonlight shadows reposed upon it, and appeared quietly to inhabit
that solitude. But soon the path winded and became narrow; the sun
at high noon sometimes speckled, but never illumined it, and now it
was dark as a cavern.
"It is dark, O my father!" said Enos, "but the path
under our feet is smooth and soft, and we shall soon come out into
the open moonlight."
"Lead on, my child!" said Cain: "guide me, little
child!" And the innocent little child clasped a finger of the hand
which had murdered the righteous Abel, and he guided his father.
"The fir branches drip upon thee, my son." "Yea, pleasantly, father,
for I ran fast and eagerly to bring thee the pitcher and the cake,
and my body is not yet cool. How happy the squirrels are that feed
on these fir-trees! they leap from bough to bough, and the old
squirrels play round their young ones in the nest. I clomb a tree
yesterday at noon, O my father, that I might play with them, but
they leaped away from the branches, even to the slender twigs did
they leap, and in a moment I beheld them on another tree. Why, O my
father, would they not play with me? I would be good to them as thou
art good to me: and I groaned to them even as thou groanest when thou
givest me to eat, and when thou coverest me at evening, and as often
as I stand at thy knee and thine eyes look at me?" Then Cain
stopped, and stifling his groans he sank to the earth, and the child
Enos stood in the darkness beside him.
And Cain lifted up his voice and cried bitterly, and
said, "The Mighty One that persecuteth me is on this side and on
that; he pursueth my soul like the wind, like the sand-blast he
passeth through me; he is around me even as the air! O that I might
be utterly no more! I desire to die—yea, the things that never had
life, neither move they upon the earth--behold! they seem precious
to mine eyes. O that a man might live without the breath of his
nostrils. So I might abide in darkness, and blackness, and an empty
space! Yea, I would lie down, I would not rise, neither would I stir
my limbs till I became as the rock in the den of the lion, on which
the young lion resteth his head whilst he sleepeth. For the torrent
that roareth far off hath a voice: and the clouds in heaven look
terribly on me; the Mighty One who is against me speaketh in the
wind of the cedar grove; and in silence am I dried up." Then Enos
spake to his father, "Arise, my father, arise, we are but a little
way from the place where I found the cake and the pitcher." And Cain
said, "How knowest thou?" and the child answered—"Behold the bare
rocks are a few of thy strides distant from the forest; and while
even now thou wert lifting up thy voice, I heard the echo." Then the
child took hold of his father, as if he would raise him: and Cain
being faint and feeble rose slowly on his knees and pressed himself
against the trunk of a fir, and stood upright and followed the
child.
The path was dark till within three strides' length of
its termination, when it turned suddenly; the thick black trees
formed a low arch, and the moonlight appeared for a moment like a
dazzling portal. Enos ran before and stood in the open air; and when
Cain, his father, emerged from the darkness, the child was
affrighted. For the mighty limbs of Cain were wasted as by fire; his
hair was as the matted curls on the bison's forehead, and so glared
his fierce and sullen eye beneath: and the black abundant locks on
either side, a rank and tangled mass, were stained and scorched, as
though the grasp of a burning iron hand had striven to rend them;
and his countenance told in a strange and terrible language of
agonies that had been, and were, and were still to continue to
be.
The scene around was desolate; as far as the eye
could reach it was desolate: the bare rocks faced each other,
and left a long and wide interval of thin white sand.[#]
You might wander on and look round and round, and peep into
the crevices of the rocks and discover nothing that acknowledged
the influence of the seasons. There was no spring, no summer,
no autumn: and the winter's snow, that would have been lovely,
fell not on these hot rocks and scorching sands. Never morning
lark had poised himself over this desert; but the huge serpent
often hissed there beneath the talons of the vulture, and the
vulture screamed, his wings imprisoned within the coils of the
serpent. The pointed and shattered summits of the ridges of
the rocks made a rude mimicry of human concerns, and seemed
to prophesy mutely of things that then were not; steeples, and
battlements, and ships with naked masts. As far from the wood
as a boy might sling a pebble of the brook, there was one rock
by itself at a small distance from the main ridge. It had been
precipitated there perhaps by the groan which the Earth uttered
when our first father fell. Before you approached, it appeared
to lie flat on the ground, but its base slanted from its point,
and between its point and the sands a tall man might stand upright.
It was here that Enos had found the pitcher and cake, and to
this place he led his father. But ere they had reached the rock
they beheld a human shape: his back was towards them, and they
were advancing unperceived, when they heard him smite his breast
and cry aloud, "Woe is me! woe is me! I must never die again,
and yet I am perishing with thirst and hunger."
Pallid, as the reflection of the sheeted lightning on
the heavy-sailing night-cloud, became the face of Cain; but the
child Enos took hold of the shaggy skin, his father's robe, and
raised his eyes to his father, and listening whispered, "Ere yet I
could speak, I am sure, O my father, that I heard that voice. Have
not I often said that I remembered a sweet voice? O my father! this
is it:" and Cain trembled exceedingly. The voice was sweet indeed,
but it was thin and querulous, like that of a feeble slave in
misery, who despairs altogether, yet can not refrain himself from
weeping and lamentation. And, behold! Enos glided forward, and
creeping softly round the base of the rock, stood before the
stranger, and looked up into his face. And the Shape shrieked, and
turned round, and Cain beheld him, that his limbs and his face were
those of his brother Abel whom he had killed! And Cain stood like
one who struggles in his sleep because of the exceeding terribleness
of a dream.
Thus as he stood in silence and darkness of soul, the
Shape fell at his feet, and embraced his knees, and cried out with a
bitter outcry, "Thou eldest born of Adam, whom Eve, my mother,
brought forth, cease to torment me! I was feeding my flocks in green
pastures by the side of quiet rivers, and thou killedst me; and now
I am in misery." Then Cain closed his eyes, and hid them with his
hands; and again he opened his eyes, and looked around him, and said
to Enos, "What beholdest thou? Didst thou hear a voice, my son?"
"Yes, my father, I beheld a man in unclean garments, and he uttered
a sweet voice, full of lamentation." Then Cain raised up the Shape
that was like Abel, and said: — "The Creator of our father, who had
respect unto thee, and unto thy offering, wherefore hath he forsaken
thee?" Then the Shape shrieked a second time, and rent his garment,
and his naked skin was like the white sands beneath their feet; and
he shrieked yet a third time, and threw himself on his face upon the
sand that was black with the shadow of the rock, and Cain and Enos
sate beside him; the child by his right hand, and Cain by his left.
They were all three under the rock, and within the shadow. The Shape
that was like Abel raised himself up, and spake to the child: "I
know where the cold waters are, but I may not drink, wherefore didst
thou then take away my pitcher?" But Cain said, "Didst thou not find
favour in the sight of the Lord thy God?" The Shape answered, "The
Lord is God of the living only, the dead have another God." Then
the child Enos lifted up his eyes and prayed; but Cain rejoiced
secretly in his heart. "Wretched shall they be all the days of their
mortal life," exclaimed the Shape, "who sacrifice worthy and
acceptable sacrifices to the God of the dead; but after death their
toil ceaseth. Woe is me, for I was well beloved by the God of the
living, and cruel wert thou, O my brother, who didst snatch me away
from his power and his dominion." Having uttered these words, he
rose suddenly, and fled over the sands: and Cain said in his heart,
"The curse of the Lord is on me; but who is the God of the dead?"
and he ran after the Shape, and the Shape fled shrieking over the
sands, and the sands rose like white mists behind the steps of Cain,
but the feet of him that was like Abel disturbed not the sands. He
greatly outrun Cain, and turning short, he wheeled round, and came
again to the rock where they had been sitting, and where Enos still
stood; and the child caught hold of his garment as he passed by, and
he fell upon the ground. And Cain stopped, and beholding him not,
said, "he has passed into the dark woods," and he walked slowly back
to the rocks; and when he reached it the child told him that he had
caught hold of his garment as he passed by, and that the man had
fallen upon the ground: and Cain once more sate beside him, and
said, "Abel, my brother, I would lament for thee, but that the
spirit within me is withered, and burnt up with extreme agony. Now,
I pray thee, by thy flocks, and by thy pastures, and by the quiet
rivers which thou lovedst, that thou tell me all that thou knowest.
Who is the God of the dead? where doth he make his dwelling? what
sacrifices are acceptable unto him? for I have offered, but have not
been received; I have prayed, and have not been heard; and how can I
be afflicted more than I already am?" The Shape arose and answered,
"O that thou hadst had pity on me as I will have pity on thee. Follow
me, Son of Adam! and bring thy child with thee!"
And they three passed over the white sands between the
rocks, silent as the shadows.
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