The Circles

‘Within yon world-wide cirque of war What's hidden which they fight so for?’ My guide made answer, ‘Rich increase Of virtue and use, which are by peace, And peace by war. That inner ring Are craftsmen, working many a thing For use, and, these within, the wise Explore the grass and read the skies.’ ‘Can the stars’ motions give me peace, Or the herbs' virtues mine increase? Of all this triple shell,’ said I, ‘Would that I might the kernel spy!’ A narrower circle then I reach'd, Where sang a few and many preach'd Of life immortal. ‘But,’ I said, ‘The riddle yet I have not read. Life I must know, that care I may For life in me to last for aye.’ Then he, ‘Those voices are a charm To keep yon dove-cot out of harm.’ In the centre, then, he show'd a tent Where, laughing safe, a woman bent Over her babe, and, her above, Lean'd in his turn a graver love. ‘Behold the two idolatries By which,’ cried he, ‘the world defies Chaos and death, and for whose sake All else must war and work and wake.’