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Sidney Clopton Lanier - 19th Century Poet, Musician and Wagnerian

TO RICHARD WAGNER. A DREAM OF THE AGE.
November, 1877
I SAW a sky of stars that rolled in grime.
All glory twinkled through some sweat of fight.
From each tall chimney of the roaring Time
 That shot his fire far up the sooty night
Mixt fuels — Labor’s Right and Labor’s Crime —
Sent upward throb on throb of scarlet light,
Till huge hot blushes in the heavens blent
With golden hues of Trade’s big firmament.
The workmen drove by night and snored by day:
Young Force was fain to mould all nature new;
Art, raging to reverse each fair old way,
Poor Epileptic! her sad circle drew
All zigzag—puled and laughed when she should pray.
 Men’s tongues accented life’s large Word untrue—
Shouted the trifling prefix, Time, full high,
But slurred th’ Eternal Syllable, in a sigh.
Fierce burned that flame of Trade: yet all was well.
Hope dreamed rich music in the rattling mills.

‘Ye Foundries, ye shall cast my Church a bell!’
Loud cried the Future from the furthest hills:
‘Ye groaning Forces, crack me every shell
Of customs, old constraints and narrow ills:
Thou, lithe Invention, wake and pry and guess,
Till thy deft hand can make us happiness!’

And I beheld high scaffoldings of creeds
Crumbling from round Religion’s perfect Fane;
And a vast noise of rights, wrongs, powers, needs
Cries of new Faiths that called, ‘The Way is plain!’—
Grindings of upper against lower greeds—
Fond sighs for old things, shouts for new—had reign
Below that stream of golden fire that broke,
Mottled with red, above the seas of smoke.

Hark! Gay fanfares from horns of old Romance
Open the clouds of clamor: who be these
That, paired in rich processional, advance
From darkness, o’er the murk-mad factories,
Into yon flaming road, and sink, strange Ministrants!
Sheer down to earth with many minstrelsies
And motions fine, and mix about the scene,
And fill the Time with forms of foreign mien?

Bright ladies and brave knights of Fatherland;
 Sad mariners, no harbor e’er may hold;
A Swan soft floating tow’rds a tragic strand;
Dim ghosts of earth, air, water, fire, steel, gold,
Wind, care, love, lust; a lewd and lurking band
Of Powers—dark Conspiracy, Cunning cold,
Gray Sorcery; magic cloaks and rings and rods;
Valkyries, heroes, Rhinemaids, giants, gods!

Now marvels fall: each shape of yon wild Past
Dissolves, as cloud will melt away with cloud,
In later kindred type; the modern Last
Explains the antique First; a mighty crowd
Of gods and powers and ancient secrets vast
New-live in steam and crank and lever loud:
The large Norse forces smile to man, as mild
As tender giants to a little child.

Then, in my dream, those accidents of sight
Passed into hearing: life was turned to sound:
I heard the voice of ancient day and night
With later voices swell, so linked and bound
That never any ear could part aright
Those threads of tune that each through other wound:
And yet, 0 mystery of mysteries!
All seemed to sing one Fugue in many keys.
Grim songs of sinews, metals and blown fires
Roared as from hot clay furnace-throats expressed;
Deep hymns, of knights’ and ladies’ dear desires,
Dull hearts of smiths and clerks made manifest;
The lissome strings of Greek and Hebrew lyres
Twang’d out the modern Theme; East uttered West;
Pale girls by spinning spools in factories
Sang Elsa’s woes and Brunhild’s passionate pleas.
……………………………………………..
O Wagner, westward bring thy heavenly art!
 No trifler thou: Siegfried and Wotan be
Names for big ballads of the modern heart.
Thine ears hear deeper than thine eyes can see.
Voice of the monstrous mill, the shouting mart,
 Not less of airy cloud and ware and tree,
Thou, thou, if even to thyself unknown,
Hast power to say the Time in terms of tone!

Sidney Lanier (1842-1881), the American poet and musician may be typical of people in the later 19th Century who were deeply influenced by Wagner.  Lanier began playing the flute at an early age, and his love of that musical instrument continued throughout his life. He fought in the Civil War, captured by the British and imprisoned

This poem is reproduced from The Galaxy (Volume 24, Issue 5, Nov 1877, pages 652-53) that is available online as part of a huge project by the USA Library of Congress and affiliated organisations to create a digital library of American publications. This poem can be accessed at http://memory.loc.gov/cgi-bin/query/D?ncpsbib:5:./temp/~ammem_hlQi::@@@mdb=hurstonbib,mcc,ncpm,ncpsbib,vv.

Shortly after the war, Lanier taught school briefly, he was also a clerk and a musician - he was the regular organist at The First Presbyterian Church in Prattville, Alabama. Later he decided to capitalise on his talent for the flute and travelled to the northeast USA in hopes of finding employment as a musician in an orchestra. He taught himself musical notation and quickly rose to the position of first flautist in the the Peabody Orchestra in Baltimore, Maryland . Apparently, he heard Hans Von Bulow conduct the Peabody Orchestra – but not in Wagner’s music.

One can understand at least one aspect of his attraction to Wagner as he wrote a number of works based on mediaeval texts: The Boy's Froissart (1878), a retelling of Jean Froissart's Froissart's Chronicles, which tell of adventure, battle and custom in medieval England, France and Spain, The Boy's King Arthur (1880), based on Sir Thomas Malory's compilation of the legends of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, and The Boy's Mabinogion (1881), based on the early Welsh legends of King Arthur. Interestingly, Lanier had a reputation for his interest in the development of the then modern music, and especially in orchestral music.  He was familiar with the biographies of Chopin, Beethoven, Schumann, and Wagner and he left behind a translation of Wagner's ‘Rheingold’.

According to the biography by Edwin Mims: ‘In New York he revelled in Theodore Thomas's orchestra, then just beginning its triumphant career.  He writes, August 15, 1870: ‘Ah, how they have belied Wagner!  I heard Theodore Thomas's orchestra play his overture to `Tannhaeuser'.  The `Music of the Future' is surely thy music and my music.  Each harmony was a chorus of pure aspirations. The sequences flowed along, one after another, as if all the great and noble deeds of time had formed a procession and marched in review before one's EARS instead of one's EYES.  These `great and noble deeds' were not deeds of war and statesmanship, but majestic victories of inner struggles of a man.  This unbroken march of beautiful-bodied Triumphs irresistibly invites the soul of a man to create other processions like it. I would I might lead a so magnificent file of glories into heaven!’ 

Another biography of Lanier, quotes from a letter to his wife: ‘The philosophy of my disappointments is, that there is so much CLEVERNESS standing betwixt me and the public . . .  Richard Wagner is sixty years old and over, and one-half of the most cultivated artists of the most cultivated art-land, [as to his] music, still think him an absurdity.’

Lanier’s poem is interesting for its prefiguring of George Bernard Shaw’s famous anti-capitalist interpretation in The Perfect Wagnerite, not published until 1898.  Lanier signals his socialistic political view in the opening: ‘Labor’s Right and Labor’s Crime’.  Another angle is signalled in Lanier’s words: ‘I beheld high scaffoldings of creeds/ Crumbling from round Religion’s perfect Fane;/ And a vast noise of rights, wrongs, powers, needs/ Cries of new Faiths that called, ‘The Way is plain!’’ that reflect the passionate debates over religion and science that characterised the late 19th Century, focussed around Charles Darwin’s theory of evolution.  The whole poem is bathed in a Pre-Raphaelite light, deriving no doubt, from Lanier’s immersion in mediaeval literature and probably influenced by paintings by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, John Everett Millais and William Holman Hunt.

Lanier’s final heart-felt plea –’O Wagner, westward bring thy heavenly art!’ – gains considerable poignancy in retrospect as Wagner himself was frequently considering moving to America around this time, believing he would receive greater respect, assistance and remuneration and suffer few slings and arrows from the partisan artistic worlds of Europe.  Lanier’s final assessment : ‘Thine ears hear deeper than thine eyes can see./…Thou, thou, if even to thyself unknown,/ Hast power to say the Time in terms of tone!’ is also interesting, giving Wagner’s music the last word, so to speak, in defining the age. Lanier’s poem, The Symphony, is a similarly passionate call for art to be given its rightful place over mundane activities.  It opens with the apostrophe to that key of capitalism: ‘O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead!/The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head:/ We're all for love,’ the violins said’. Lanier concludes the poem with a Wagnerian proposition: ‘Music is Love in search of a word.’  You can read the full text of The Symphony at the Gutenberg site for electronic books - http://www.gutenberg.org/wiki/Main_Page.                                  

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