In the hush of an April dawning when the streets are velvety still[Page 363, line 2] Children of the Zodiac The Zodiac consists of the twelve great star groupings that lie along the path of the sun and planets across the sky (the ecliptic), and which the ancients, and indeed people in mediaeval times, thought resembled objects which influenced the lives of men on earth. 'Astrology' is the study of this process. (See "A Doctor of Medicine" in Rewards and Fairies). When naming stars modern astronomers still use the ancient names for the constellations.
The High Gods quitted Olympus and alighted on Ludgate Hill;
The Asphodel sprang from the asphalt, the amaranth opened her eyes
And the smoke of the City of London went up to the stainless skies.
“Now whom shall I kiss?” said Venus and “What can I kill?” said Jove,
And “Look at the forge”, said Vulcan, and “Smut’s on my wings”, said Love.
The High Gods veiled their glories to walk with the children of men.
In the hush of an April twilight, to the roar of the Holborn train,
The High Gods sprang from the pavement and went to their place again;
And I heard, tho’ none had tolled it, as a great portcullis falls,
The roar of their wheeling legions, the boom of the bell of St. Paul’s.
'Two Guardian Spirits had been reported to the Archangel for allowing their respective charges to meet against Orders. The affair involved Gabriel, as official head of all Guardian Spirits, and also Satan, since Guardian Spirits are exhuman souls, reconditioned for re-issue by the Lower Hierarchy...'when we thought we were all Gods perhaps stretching it a bit, this thought connects with the Wordsworthian idea (which comes from Plato) we meet above in 'The Finest Story in the World' If we come into this world 'trailing clouds of glory'—that is, still shedding the experience of heaven where the soul lived before being born into human life—then it is possible that the gift of song or poetry or art comes from heaven too, as Leo’s first song does. One might, from this general idea, develop the notion of an otherworldly 'daemon' who is the true source of the art one channels.
He replied with another quotation, to the effect that though singing was a remarkably fine performance, I was to be quite sure that few lips would be moved to song if they could find a sufficiency of kissing.[Page 377, lines 14&15] the indignity of horrible praise See note to lines 18–20, above. It is rare that an artist finds understanding appreciation.
Whereby I understood that Eustace Cleever, decorator and colourman in words, was blaspheming his own Art, and would be sorry for this in the morning.
when young lips have drunk deep of the bitter waters of Hate, Suspicion, and Despair, all the Love in the world will not wholly take away that knowledge; though it may turn darkened eyes for a while to the light, and teach Faith where no Faith was.[Page 381, lines 29–30] four times more work In this story’s value system, now pretty clear, one’s worth is measured in the amount of good work one does for others. Hence, the value of songs may be measured by the amount of good work they cause people to do.
'We can’t tell on what system this dam’ dynamo of our universe is wound, but we know we’re in the middle of every sort of wave, as we call ’em. They used to be “influences.”’
‘Like Venus, Cancer, and that lot?’ Vaughan inquired.
‘Yes—if you choose'.