Arthur Henry Adams - Man and Woman lyrics

[ According to Maori mythology, the god Tiki created Man by taking a piece of clay and moistening it with his own blood. Woman was the offspring of a sunbeam and a sylvan echo .] THUS God made Man to cope with destiny: Taking the common clay, God moistened it With His red blood; and so for ever lit That sombre grossness with divinity. So Man for ever finds him in the mesh Of clogging earth; and though divine hopes thrill And flush his leaping heart, it faints, for still His dreams are pinioned in the gyves of flesh. Yet ever God's blood in him courses free, And, penetrated with eternal hope, Up Evolution's long, uneven slope Man lifts him from his sodden ancestry! And though his eyes the far goal cannot see, And half the terrors of the dark he knows, Yet with an inward fire his courage glows; He bears the torch of immortality. But Woman from a memory had birth, Into the forest's dignity of shade A sudden sunbeam groped—a soft hand laid In silent benediction on the earth. Then filtered through the green a song forlorn Of some forgotten bird. Lo! in a mist Of love the sunbeam and the echo kissed, And Woman—sunlit memory—was born. So light and melody to her belong— The sunlight in the dying echo blurred! So Woman came—a vision and a word From the unknown—a sunbeam and a song! So ever through the forest of the years Shall Man pursue and still pursue the gleam That wavers and is gone; and through his dream The fainting echo of a song he hears. And when at last his weary feet are led Into the sacred glade, and she stands there, He takes her close—all song and sunlit hair: The gleam has faded and the song has fled! And though with blinded eyes he cannot see, She haunts him like a word that he knows not— That is not quite remembered, nor forgot— Some thought that hovers near a memory. As out from Heaven she leans, on earth there falls The sunbeam of her hair, golden and fine; And drops an echo of a voice divine— A voice that ever vainly calls and calls! And though she spill a splendour and a fire Upon the dark, her glory is unknown; Behind the screen of self she dwells alone She cannot come as close as her desire. So ever like a pale moon drowned in mist Her face is vague—a barrier intervenes; And ever from her loneliness she leans, With waiting eyes, all-wistful to be kissed!