The Last Harvest (1940)

Question

In "Dark is the World our Fathers left us," the poem concludes with the command, "Tear ye the veil of time asunder / Tear the veil, 'tis the gods'." Given the poem's themes of inherited gloom and a lost "golden" past, what might this "veil" symbolize, and what specific form of agency, hope, or societal transformation is the poet advocating or aspiring to in this concluding imperative?

Synthesized answer

In "Dark is the World our Fathers left us," the "veil of time" likely symbolizes the perceived obscurity or separation from a more glorious past. The poem describes a world "Wearily, greyly" with "gloom" and a lack of hope, contrasting it with a time when "earth was always golden" and "skies were always clear," when the "high gods' song" was audible [1]. The imperative to "Tear ye the veil of time asunder" suggests a desire to break through this present darkness and reconnect with that remembered, perhaps idealized, past.

The command, presented as "the gods' command," advocates for a radical societal transformation. It calls for tearing down the barriers that obscure a lost golden age and heeding the "sun-stricken breakers thunder / Over the shore where the heroes stand" [1]. This implies an aspiration to reclaim the spirit and presence of ancient heroes and the divine order they represented, moving beyond the inherited gloom and despair of the present. The passages do not explicitly detail the specific *form* of agency or hope beyond this command to break through the veil of time.

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From the book

← Anglia Valida in Senectute A Spring Harvest by Geoffrey Bache Smith "Dark is the World our Fathers left us" Awakening → 4224751 A Spring Harvest — "Dark is the World our Fathers left us" Geoffrey Bache Smith ​ "DARK IS THE WORLD OUR FATHERS LEFT US" Dark is the world our fathers left us, Wearily, greyly the long years flow, Almost the gloom has of hope bereft us, Far is the high gods' song and low: Sombre the crests of the mountains lonely, Leafless, wind-ridden, moan the trees: Down in the valleys is twilight only, Twilight over the mourning seas: Time was when earth was always golden,…
Passage [5]
should such as we rejoice Who weep that others die, Who quake, and curse ourselves, and watch The vengeful hours go by? O better far to fly the grief That wounds, and never kills; O better far to fly the town And seek the seven hills —— —" "I will go pray the seven gods Who keep the seven hills That they do grant your city peace, And easement of her ills" ​ "Nay, rather pray the seven gods To launch the latest pain; For there be many things to do Ere we see peace again." "Then I'll go praise the seven gods With hymns and chauntings seven, Such as shall split the mountain-tops And shrivel up…
Passage [12]
← "Dark Boughs against a Golden Sky" A Spring Harvest by Geoffrey Bache Smith "Wind of the Darkness" Creator Spiritus → 4224681 A Spring Harvest — "Wind of the Darkness" Geoffrey Bache Smith ​ "WIND OF THE DARKNESS" Wind of the darkness, breathing round us, Wind from the never-resting sea, Lo, you have loosed the cords that bound us, Lo, you have set our spirits free: Free to take wings, like the sea-bird lonely Beating hardily up the wind: Fixed are his eyes on the waters only, Never a glance for the land behind. Wind of the darkness, breathing round us, Wind from the never-resting sea, Was…
Passage [17]
← Schumann: Erstes Verlust A Spring Harvest by Geoffrey Bache Smith "Dark Boughs against a Golden Sky" "Wind of the Darkness" → 4224680 A Spring Harvest — "Dark Boughs against a Golden Sky" Geoffrey Bache Smith ​ "DARK BOUGHS AGAINST A GOLDEN SKY" Dark boughs against a golden sky, And crying of the winter wind: And sweet it is, for hope is high, And sad it is, for we have sinned. Perfect is nature's every part In sunny rest, or windy strife: But never yet the perfect heart, And never yet the perfect life! Dark boughs against a golden sky, And crying of the winter wind: And in the cold earth…
Passage [4]
← The Old Kings A Spring Harvest by Geoffrey Bache Smith "O There be Kings whose Treasuries" A Study → 4224671 A Spring Harvest — "O There be Kings whose Treasuries" Geoffrey Bache Smith ​ "O THERE BE KINGS WHOSE TREASURIES" O there be kings whose treasuries Are rich with pearls and gold And silks and bales of cramasy And spices manifold: Gardens they have with marble stairs And streams than life more fair, With roses set and lavender That do enchant the air. O there be many ships that sail The sea-ways wide and blue, And there be master-mariners To sail them straight and true: And there be…
Passage [10]

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