THE LAST WATCH

At high tide of night, when the first breath of dawn came upon the wind, 
the forerunner, he who calls himself echo to a voice yet unheard, 
left his bed-chamber and ascended to the roof of his house. 
Long he stood and looked down upon the slumbering city. 
Then he raised his head, 
and even as if the sleepless spirits of all those asleep had gathered around him, 
he opened his lips and spoke, and he said: 
"My friends and neighbors and you who daily pass my gate, 
I would speak to you in your sleep, 
and in the valley of your dreams I would walk naked and unrestrained;
 for heedless are your waking hours and deaf are your sound-burdened ears. 
"Long did I love you and overmuch. 
"I love the one among you as though he were all, and all as if you were one. 
And in the spring of my heart I sang in your gardens, 
and in the summer of my heart I watched at your threshing-floors. 
"Yea, I loved you all, the giant and the pygmy, the leper and the anointed, 
and him who gropes in the dark even as him who dances his days upon the mountains. 
"You, the strong, have I loved, 
though the marks of your iron hoofs are yet upon my flesh; 
and you the weak, though you have drained my faith and wasted my patience. 
"You the rich have I loved, while bitter was your honey to my mouth; 
and you the poor, though you knew my empty-handed shame. 
"You the poet with the bowed lute and blind fingers, 
you have I loved in self-indulgence; 
and you the scholar ever gathering rotted shrouds in potters' fields. 
"You the priest I have loved, 

who sit in the silences of yesterday questioning the fate of my tomorrow; 
and you the worshippers of gods the images of your own desires. 
"You the thirsting woman whose cup is ever full, I have loved in understanding; 
and you the woman of restless nights, you too I have loved in pity. 
"You the talkative have I loved, saying, 'Life hath much to say'; 
and you the dumb have I loved, whispering to myself, 
'Says he not in silence that which I fain would hear in words?" 
"And you the judge and the critic, I have loved also; 
yet when you have seen me crucified, you said, 
'He bleeds rhythmically, 
and the pattern his blood makes upon his white skin is beautiful to behold.' 
"Yea, I have loved you all, the young and the old, 
the trembling reed and the oak. 
"But, alas, it was the over-abundance of my heart that turned you from me.
 You would drink love from a cup, but not from a surging river. 
You would hear love's faint murmur, but when love shouts you would muffle your ears. 
"And because I have loved you all you have said,
 'Too soft and yielding is his heart, and too undiscerning is his path.
 It is the love of a needy one, who picks crumbs even as he sits at kingly feasts. 
And it is the love of a weakling, for the strong loves only the strong." 
"And because I have loved you overmuch you have said,
 'It is but the love of a blind man who knows not the beauty of one nor the ugliness of another.
 And it is the love of the tasteless who drinks vinegar even as wine. 
And it is the love of the impertinent and the overweening, 
for what stranger could be our mother and father and sister and brother?' 
"This you have said, and more. 
For often in the market-place you pointed your fingers at me and said mockingly, 
'There goes the ageless one, the man without seasons, 
who at the noon hour plays games with our children and at eventide sits with our elders 
and assumes wisdom and understanding.' 
"And I said, 'I will love them more. Aye, even more. 
I will hide my love with seeming to hate, and disguise my tenderness as bitterness.
 I will wear an iron mask, and only when armed and mailed shall I seek them.' 
"Then I laid a heavy hand upon your bruises, 
and like a tempest in the night I thundered in your ears. 
"From the housetop I proclaimed you hypocrites, Pharisees, tricksters, 
false and empty earth-bubbles. 
"The short-sighted among you I cursed for blind bats,
 and those too near the earth I likened to soulless moles. 
"The eloquent I pronounced fork-tongued, the silent, stone-lipped, 
and the simple and artless I called the dead never weary of death. 
"The seekers after world knowledge I condemned as offenders of the holy spirit 
and those who would naught but the spirit I branded as hunters of shadows 
who cast their nets in flat waters and catch but their own images. 
"Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me,
 called you tender names. 
"It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. 
It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. 
It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, 
while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness. 
"But behold a miracle! 
"It was my disguise that opened your eyes, 
and my seeming to hate that woke your hearts. 
"And now you love me. 
"You love the swords that stroke you and the arrows that crave your breast. 
For it comforts you to be wounded 
and only when you drink of your own blood can you be intoxicated. 
"Like moths that seek destruction in the flame you gather daily in my garden; 
and with faces uplifted and eyes enchanted 
you watch me tear the fabric of your days.
 And in whispers you say the one to the other, 
'He sees with the light of God. He speaks like the prophets of old. 
He unveils our souls and unlocks our hearts,
 and like the eagle that knows the way of foxes he knows our ways.' 
"Aye, in truth,
 I know your ways, but only as an eagle knows the ways of his fledglings.
 And I fain would disclose my secret.
 Yet in my need for your nearness I feign remoteness, 
and in fear of the ebb tide of your love I guard the floodgates of my love." 
After saying these things the forerunner covered his face with his hands 
and wept bitterly. 
For he knew in his heart that love humiliated in its nakedness is greater than love 
that seeks triumph in disguise; and he was ashamed. 
But suddenly he raised his head, 
and like one waking from sleep he outstretched his arms and said, 
"Night is over, and we children of night must die 
when dawn comes leaping upon the hills; 
and out of our ashes a mightier love shall rise. And it shall laugh in the sun, 
and it shall be deathless."