Thou shalt hear the Never, never,' whisper'd by the phantom years, And an eye shall vex thee, looking ancient kindness on thy pain. Baby lips will laugh me down : my latest rival brings thee rest. O, I see thee old and formal, fitted to thy petty part, With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart. 'They were dangerous guides the feelings-she herself was not exempt -Truly, she herself had suffer'd'-Perish in thy self-contempt ! Overlive it-lower yet-be happy! wherefore should I care? What is that which I should turn to, lighting upon days like these? I had been content to perish, falling on the foeman's ground, When the ranks are roll'd in vapour, and the winds are laid with sound. But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honour feels, Can I but relive in sadness? I will turn that earlier page. Yearning for the large excitement that the coming years would yield, And at night along the dusky highway near and nearer drawn, I Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new: That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do: For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, So I triumph'd ere my passion sweeping thro' me left me dry, Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion creeping nigher, Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, Weakness to be wroth with weakness! woman's pleasure, woman's pain — Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, match'd with mine, Here at least, where nature sickens, nothing. Ah, for some retreat Or to burst all links of habit-there to wander far away, On from island unto island at the gateways of the day. Larger constellations burning, mellow moons and happy skies, Never comes the trader, never floats an European flag, There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing-space; Iron jointed, supple-sinew'd, they shall dive, and they shall run, Fool, again the dream, the fancy! but I know my words are wild, I, to herd with narrow foreheads, vacant of our glorious gains, Mated with a squalid savage—what to me were sun or clime? I that rather held it better men should perish one by one, Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Mother-Age (for mine I knew not) help me as when life begun : O, I see the crescent promise of my spirit hath not set. Howsoever these things be, a long farewell to Locksley Hall! Let it fall on Locksley Hall, with rain or hail, or fire or snow; GODIVA. I waited for the train at Coventry; | And pray'd him, 'If they pay this tax, they starve.' Whereat he stared, replying, half-amazed, I hung with grooms and porters on the You would not let your little finger ache bridge, To watch the three tall spires; and there The city's ancient legend into this : Not only we, the latest seed of Time, For such as these?'—' But I would die,' said she. He laugh'd, and swore by Peter and by Then fillip'd at the diamond in her ear; Of rights and wrongs, have loved the 'But prove me what it is I would not do.' people well, And loathed to see them overtax'd; but she And from a heart as rough as Esau's hand, He answer'd, 'Ride you naked thro' the town, scorn, Did more, and underwent, and overcame, He parted, with great strides among his dogs. So left alone, the passions of her mind, Their children, clamouring, 'If we pay, As winds from all the compass shift and She sought her lord, and found him, Made war upon each other for an hour, where he strode About the hall, among his dogs, alone, His beard a foot before him, and his hair Till pity won. She sent a herald forth, all A yard behind. She told him of their The hard condition; but that she would The people therefore, as they loved her The white-flower'd elder-thicket from the well, From then till noon no foot should pace Gleam thro' the Gothic archways in the the street, No eye look down, she passing; but that all field wall. Then she rode back, clothed on with chastity: earth, Should keep within, door shut, and And one low churl, compact of thankless and there Unclasp'd the wedded eagles of her belt, The grim Earl's gift; but ever at a breath She linger'd, looking like a summer moon Half-dipt in cloud: anon she shook her head, And shower'd the rippled ringlets to her knee ; Unclad herself in haste; adown the stair their will, Were shrivell'd into darkness in his head, And dropt before him. So the Powers, who wait On noble deeds, cancell'd a sense misused; Stole on; and, like a creeping sunbeam, And she, that knew not, pass'd: and all slid From pillar unto pillar, until she reach'd The gateway; there she found her palfrey trapt In purple blazon'd with armorial gold. Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity: The deep air listen'd round her as she rode, Was clash'd and hammer'd from a hundred towers, One after one: but even then she gain'd Her bower; whence reissuing, robed and crown'd, To meet her lord, she took the tax away And all the low wind hardly breathed for And built herself an everlasting name. Light horrors thro' her pulses: the blind O LADY FLORA, let me speak : walls A pleasant hour has passed away Were full of chinks and holes; and over- While, dreaming on your damask cheek, The dewy sister-eyelids lay. head Fantastic gables, crowding, stared: but As by the lattice you reclined, she I went thro' many wayward moods Not less thro all bore up, till, last, she To see you dreaming-and, behind, saw A summer crisp with shining woods. |