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A fairy Prince, with joyful eyes,
The bodies and the bones of those
Or scattered blanching in the grass.
They perished in their daring deeds.” This proverb flashes through his head, "The many fail: the one succeeds."
He comes, scarce knowing what he seeks : He breaks the hedge: he enters there : The color flies into his cheeks:
He trusts to light on something fair; For all his life the charm did talk
About his path, and hover near With words of promise in his walk,
And whispered voices at his ear.
More close and close his footsteps wind;
He stoops-to kiss her on his knee. "Love, if thy tresses be so dark,
How dark those hidden eyes must be!"
A touch, a kiss! the charm was snapt. There rose a noise of striking clocks, And feet that ran, and doors that clapt,
And barking dogs, and crowing cocks; A fuller light illumined all,
A breeze through all the garden swept,
A sudden hubbub shook the hall,
The hedge broke in, the banner blew,
The parrot screamed, the peacock squalled,
And last with these the king awoke,
And yawned, and rubbed his face, and spoke,
How say you? we have slept, my lords.
Pardy," returned the king, "but still
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went
In that new world which is the old: Across the hills, and far away
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
And deep into the dying day
"I'd sleep another hundred years,
And many a merry wind was borne, And, streamed through many a golden bar, The twilight melted into morn.
"O eyes long laid in happy sleep!
"O happy sleep, that lightly fled !” "O happy kiss, that woke thy sleep!"
"O love, thy kiss would wake the dead! And o'er them many a flowing range
Of vapor buoyed the crescent-bark, And, rapt through many a rosy change, The twilight died into the dark.
"A hundred summers! can it be?
And whither goest thou, tell me where!” "O seek my father's court with me,
For there are greater wonders there." And o'er the hills, and far away
Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Through all the world she followed him.
So, Lady Flora, take my lay,
O, to what uses shall we put
The wildweed-flower that simply blows? And is there any moral shut Within the bosom of the rose
But any man that walks the mead
A meaning suited to his mind.
In Art like Nature, dearest friend; So 'twere to cramp its use, if I Should hook it to some useful end.
You shake your head. A random string
To fall asleep with all one's friends;
To silence from the paths of men; And every hundred years to rise
And learn the world, and sleep again ; To sleep through terms of mighty wars, And wake on science grown to more, On secrets of the brain, the stars,
As wild as aught of fairy lore; And all that else the years will show,
The Poet-forms of stronger hours, The vast Republics that may grow,
The Federations and the Powers; Titanic forces taking birth
In divers seasons, divers climes; For we are Ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times.
So sleeping, so aroused from sleep
Ah, yet would I—and would I might !
So much your eyes my fancy takeBe still the first to leap to light,
That I might kiss those eyes awake! For, am I right or am I wrong,
To choose your own you did not care; You'd have my moral from the song,
And I will take my pleasure there : And, am I right or am I wrong,
My fancy, ranging through and through, To search a meaning for the song,
Perforce will still revert to you; Nor finds a closer truth than this
All-graceful head, so richly curled, And evermore a costly kiss,
The prelude to some brighter world.
For since the time when Adam first
In carol, every bud to flower,
What eyes, like thine, have wakened hopes? What lips, like thine, so sweetly joined ? Where on the double rosebud droops
The fulness of the pensive mind; Which all too dearly self-involved,
Yet sleeps a dreamless sleep to me;
That lets thee neither hear nor see:
And that for which I care to live.