Time and the Witch Vivien

W. B. Yeatsfrom Early and uncollected poems86 lines

A marble-flagged, pillared room. Magical instruments in one corner. A fountain in the centre.

Vivien

Looking down into the fountain.

Where moves there any beautiful as I,Save, with the little golden greedy carp,Gold unto gold, a gleam in its long hair,My image yonder? Spreading her hand over the water. Ah, my beautiful,What roseate fingers! Turning away. No; nor is there oneOf equal power in spells and secret rites.The proudest or most coy of spirit things,Hide where he will, in wave or wrinkled moon,Obeys.Some fierce magician flies or walksBeyond the gateway⁠—by the sentries now⁠—Close and more close⁠—I feel him in my heart⁠—Some great one. No; I hear the wavering stepsWithout there of a little, light old man;I dreamt some great one. Catching sight of her image, and spreading her hand over the water.Ah, my beautiful,What roseate fingers!

Enter Time as an old pedlar, with a scythe, an hour-glass, and a black bag.

Ha, ha! ha, ha, ha!The wrinkled squanderer of human wealth.Come here. Be seated now; I’d buy of you.Come, father.

Time

Lady, I nor rest nor sit.

Vivien

Well then, to business; what is in your bag?

Time

Putting the bag and hour-glass on the table and resting on his scythe.

Grey hairs and crutches, crutches and grey hairs,Mansions of memories and mellow thoughtsWhere dwell the minds of old men having peace,And⁠—

Vivien

No; I’ll none of these, old Father Wrinkles.

Time

Some day you’ll buy them, maybe.

Vivien

Never!

Time

Laughing.

Vivien

Why do you laugh?

Time

I laugh the last always.

She lays the hour-glass on one side. Time rights it again.

Vivien

I do not need your scythe. May that bring peaceTo those your “mellow” wares have wearied out.I’d buy your glass.

Time

My glass I will not sell.Without my glass I’d be a sorry clown.

Vivien

Yet whiter beard have you than Merlin had.

Time

No taste have I for slumber ’neath an oak.

Vivien

When were you born?

Time

Before your grandam Eve.

Vivien

Oh, I am weary of that foolish tale.They say you are a gambler and a playerAt chances and at moments with mankind.I’ll play you for your old hour-glass. Pointing to the instruments of magic. You seeI keep such things about me; they are foodFor antiquarian meditation.

Brings dice.

Time

Ay,We throw three times.

Vivien

Three-six.

Time

Four-six.

Vivien

Five-six. Ha, Time!

Time

Double sixes!

Vivien

I lose! They’re loaded dice. Time always playsWith loaded dice. Another chance! Come, father;Come to the chess, for young girls’ wits are betterThan old men’s any day, as Merlin found.

Places the chess-board on her knees.

The passing of those little grains is snowUpon my soul, old Time.

She lays the hour-glass on its side.

Vivien

No; thus it stands. Rights it again.For other stakes we play. You lost the glass.

Vivien

Then give me triumph in my many plots.

Time

Defeat is death.

Vivien

Should my plots fail I’d die.

They play.

Thus play we first with pawns, poor things and weak;And then the great ones come, and last the king.So men in life and I in magic play;First dreams, and goblins, and the lesser sprites,And now with Father Time I’m face to face.

They play.

I trap you.

Time

Check.

Vivien

I do miscalculate.I am dull to-day, or you were now all lost.Chance, and not skill, has favoured you, old father!

She plays.

Vivien

Check.

Vivien

Ah! how bright your eyes. How swift your moves.How still it is! I hear the carp go splash,And now and then a bubble rise. I hearA bird walk on the doorstep.

She plays.

Time

Check once more.

Vivien

I must be careful now. I have such plots⁠—Such war plots, peace plots, love plots⁠—every side;I cannot go into the bloodless landAmong the whimpering ghosts.

Time

Mate thus.

Vivien

Already?Chance hath a skill!

She dies.

Text: Poetry, by W. B. Yeats (Standard Ebooks, 2024), from the collected editions of 1908 to 1928. Public domain.

In brief

Summary

A proud enchantress gambles with Time for his hour-glass, and loses her life.

A short verse play in one scene. Vivien, a beautiful and powerful witch, admires her reflection in a fountain and claims that every spirit obeys her. She senses "some great one" approaching, but it is only a little old pedlar: Time, carrying a scythe, an hour-glass and a bag. She mocks him, refuses his wares of grey hairs and crutches, and tries to buy his hour-glass. He will not sell, so she gambles for it. She loses at dice to his double sixes, then plays chess for her life and her many plots. Time checks her again and again and mates her, and she dies. The play is a fable: no beauty, magic or cleverness can beat Time.

Lines to remember

Where moves there any beautiful as I,
I laugh the last always.
Chance hath a skill!

Line by line

  1. Lines 1 to 8Vivien's vanity

    Vivien gazes into the fountain, where the golden carp swim "Gold unto gold" past her reflection, and asks who is as beautiful as she. "Ah, my beautiful, / What roseate fingers!" she tells her own image. No spirit, "Hide where he will", can disobey her.

  2. Lines 9 to 16Someone approaches

    She feels a powerful magician drawing near the gateway, "Some great one". But the steps she hears are those "of a little, light old man", and she turns back to her reflection, repeating her praise of her fingers. The anticlimax is the play's first joke and first warning.

  3. Lines 17 to 31The pedlar's wares

    Time enters as a pedlar. She laughs at "The wrinkled squanderer of human wealth" and asks what he sells: "Grey hairs and crutches", memories and "mellow thoughts" for the old. She refuses with "Never!", and Time's reply is chilling: "I laugh the last always."

  4. Lines 32 to 46The hour-glass

    She wants his hour-glass, the measure of life, but he will not sell it. She teases him about Merlin and about his age ("Before your grandam Eve"), then proposes a gamble, pointing to her magical instruments as mere curiosities.

  5. Lines 47 to 56Loaded dice

    They throw dice. She scores well, but Time throws "Double sixes!" She cries that Time "always plays / With loaded dice" and demands another chance, at chess, confident that young wits beat old ones, "as Merlin found".

  6. Lines 57 to 68New stakes

    The falling sand is "snow / Upon my soul", and she lays the glass on its side, but it is set upright again. Now they play for her "triumph in my many plots". Time answers "Defeat is death", and she compares the chess pieces to her magic: first lesser sprites, now "Father Time" himself.

  7. Lines 69 to 78Check and stillness

    The game turns against her. She blames chance for Time's check, then notices small sounds: "I hear the carp go splash", a bubble rising, "A bird walk on the doorstep". The stillness sharpens the tension as the end nears.

  8. Lines 79 to 86Checkmate and death

    At Time's "Check once more" she pleads her "war plots, peace plots, love plots" and dreads "the bloodless land / Among the whimpering ghosts". Time says simply "Mate thus", and her last words, "Chance hath a skill!", are still an excuse.

Themes

Time and death

Time appears as an old pedlar with a scythe and hour-glass, a traditional figure made homely and sly. Everything Vivien tries fails: she cannot buy his glass, win at dice or outwit him at chess. "I laugh the last always" and "Defeat is death" state the moral plainly: no one escapes him.

Pride

Vivien opens by asking "Where moves there any beautiful as I" and ends accusing Time of "loaded dice" and luck. Her pride blinds her: she expects a great magician and dismisses "a little, light old man". Her plots and her beauty, reflected in the fountain, are the very things Time takes.

Games of chance

Dice and chess stand for the two ways people hope to beat fate, luck and skill. Vivien loses at both, and keeps insisting on chance ("Chance, and not skill, has favoured you"). Her last cry, "Chance hath a skill!", half admits that what she calls chance is Time's certainty.

Context

This is one of Yeats's early dramatic poems, printed in his first book, The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems (1889), and not kept in his collected poems. Vivien is the enchantress of Arthurian legend who charmed the wizard Merlin and imprisoned him, traditionally beneath an oak, which is why Time says he has "No taste" for "slumber 'neath an oak" and Vivien recalls what "Merlin found".

The scene is a moral fable in the manner of an old allegory, with Time given the pedlar's pack, scythe and glass. It shows the young Yeats trying out verse drama, with its quick exchanges and stage directions, years before his work for the Irish stage.

Form

A short dramatic scene in blank verse, unrhymed iambic pentameter, with stage directions and two speakers. Many lines are split between Vivien and Time into quick exchanges ("When were you born?" / "Before your grandam Eve"), and the chess moves shrink to single words, "Check" and "Mate thus", so the verse tightens as the game closes in.