THE QUARRY

By William Vaughn Moody

Between the rice swamps and the fields of tea

I met a sacred elephant, snow-white.

Upon his back a huge pagoda towered

Full of brass gods and food of sacrifice.

Upon his forehead sat a golden throne,

The massy metal twisted into shapes

Grotesque, antediluvian, such as move

In myth or have their broken images

Sealed in the stony middle of the hills.

A peacock spread his thousand dyes to screen

The yellow sunlight from the head of one

Who sat upon the throne, clad stiff with gems,

Heirlooms of dynasties of buried kings,—

Himself the likeness of a buried king,

With frozen gesture and unfocused eyes.

The trappings of the beast were over-scrawled

With broideries — sea-shapes and flying things,

Fan-trees and dwarfed nodosities of pine,

Mixed with old alphabets, and faded lore

Fallen from ecstatic mouths before the Flood,

Or gathered by the daughters when they walked

Eastward in Eden with the Sons of God

Whom love and the deep moon made garrulous.

Between the carven tusks his trunk hung dead;

Blind as the eyes of pearl in Buddha's brow

His beaded eyes stared thwart upon the road;

And feebler than the doting knees of eld,

His joints, of size to swing the builder's crane

Across the war-walls of the Anakim,

Made vain and shaken haste. Good need was his

To hasten: panting, foaming, on the slot

Came many brutes of prey, their several hates

Laid by until the sharing of the spoil.

Just as they gathered stomach for the leap,

The sun was darkened, and wide-balanced wings

Beat downward on the trade-wind from the sea.

A wheel of shadow sped along the fields

And o'er the dreaming cities. Suddenly

My heart misgave me, and I cried aloud,

“Alas! What dost thou here? What dost thou here?”

The great beasts and the little halted sharp,

Eyed the grand circler, doubting his intent.

Straightway the wind flawed and he came about,

Stooping to take the vanward of the pack;

Then turned, between the chasers and the chased,

Crying a word I could not understand,—

But stiller-tongued, with eyes somewhat askance,

They settled to the slot and disappeared.