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The Project Gutenberg eBook of Goblin Market, The Prince's Progress, and Other Poems This ebook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or reuse it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this ebook or online at www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this eBook. Title Goblin Market, The Prince's Progress, and Other Poems Author Christina Georgina Rossetti Release date October 26, 2005 [eBook 16950] Most recently updated December 12, 2020 Language English Credits Produced by Andrew Sly  START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK GOBLIN MARKET, THE PRINCE'S PROGRESS, AND OTHER POEMS  Produced by Andrew Sly. The World's Classics CLXXXIV Goblin Market The Prince's Progress And other poems By Christina Rossetti Humphrey Milford Oxford University Press London, Edinburgh, Glasgow New York, Toronto, Melbourne  Bombay Christina Georgina Rossetti Born, 38 Charlotte Street, Portland Place, London, December 5, 1830 Died, 30 Torrington Square, London, December 29, 1894 'Goblin Market and other Poems' was first published in 1862, 'The Prince's Progress and other Poems' was first published in 1866. In 'The World's Classics' the contents of these two books, together with other poems, were first published in one volume in 1913. To MY MOTHER In all reverence and love I inscribe this book CONTENTS GOBLIN MARKET, AND OTHER POEMS, 1862 Goblin Market In the Round Tower at Jhansi, June 8, 1857 Dream Land At Home A Triad Love from the North Winter Rain Cousin Kate Noble Sisters Spring The Lambs of Grasmere, 1860 A Birthday Remember After Death An End My Dream Song ('Oh roses for the flush of youth') The Hour and the Ghost A Summer Wish An Apple Gathering Song ('Two doves upon the selfsame branch') Maude Clare Echo My Secret Another Spring A Peal of Bells Fata Morgana 'No, Thank you, John' May A Pause of Thought Twilight Calm Wife to Husband Three Seasons Mirage Shut out Sound Sleep Song ('She sat and sang alway') Song ('When I am dead, my dearest') Dead before Death Bitter for Sweet Sister Maude Rest The First Spring Day The Convent Threshold Uphill DEVOTIONAL PIECES 'The Love of Christ which passeth Knowledge' 'A Bruised Reed shall He not Break' A Better Resurrection Advent The Three Enemies The One Certainty Christian and Jew Sweet Death Symbols 'Consider the Lilies of the Field' The World A Testimony Sleep at Sea From House to Home Old and New Year Ditties No. I No. II No. III Amen THE PRINCE'S PROGRESS, AND OTHER POEMS, 1866 The Prince's Progress MaidenSong Jessie Cameron Spring Quiet The Poor Ghost A Portrait DreamLove Twice Songs in a Cornfield A Year's Windfalls The Queen of Hearts One Day A Bird'sEye View Light Love A Dream A Ring Posy Beauty is Vain Lady Maggie What would I give? The Bourne Summer Autumn The Ghost's Petition Memory A Royal Princess Shall I Forget? Vanity of Vanities L. E. L. Life and Death Bird or Beast? Eve Grown and Flown A Farm Walk Somewhere or Other A Chill Child's Talk in April Gone for Ever Under the Rose DEVOTIONAL PIECES Despised and Rejected Long Barren If only Dost thou not Care? Weary in Welldoing Martyrs' Song After this the Judgement Good Friday The Lowest Place MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, 184869 Death's Chill Between Heart's Chill Between Repining Sit Down in the Lowest Room My Friend Last Night Consider Helen Grey 'By the Waters of Babylon' Seasons Mother Country A Smile and a Sigh Dead Hope Autumn Violets 'They Desire a Better Country' The Offering of the New Law Conference between Christ, the Saints, and the Soul 'Come unto Me' 'Jesus, do I Love Thee?' 'I know you not' 'Before the Paling of the Stars' Easter Even Paradise in a Dream Within the Veil Paradise in a Symbol Amor Mundi Who shall deliver Me? If Twilight Night GOBLIN MARKET, AND OTHER POEMS, 1862 GOBLIN MARKET Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry 'Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy Apples and quinces, Lemons and oranges, Plump unpecked cherries, Melons and raspberries, Bloomdowncheeked peaches, Swartheaded mulberries, 10 Wild freeborn cranberries, Crabapples, dewberries, Pineapples, blackberries, Apricots, strawberries; All ripe together In summer weather, Morns that pass by, Fair eves that fly; Come buy, come buy Our grapes fresh from the vine, 20 Pomegranates full and fine, Dates and sharp bullaces, Rare pears and greengages, Damsons and bilberries, Taste them and try Currants and gooseberries, Brightfirelike barberries, Figs to fill your mouth, Citrons from the South, Sweet to tongue and sound to eye; 30 Come buy, come buy.' Evening by evening Among the brookside rushes, Laura bowed her head to hear, Lizzie veiled her blushes Crouching close together In the cooling weather, With clasping arms and cautioning lips, With tingling cheeks and finger tips. 'Lie close,' Laura said, 40 Pricking up her golden head 'We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?' 'Come buy,' call the goblins Hobbling down the glen. 'Oh,' cried Lizzie, 'Laura, Laura, You should not peep at goblin men.' Lizzie covered up her eyes, 50 Covered close lest they should look; Laura reared her glossy head, And whispered like the restless brook 'Look, Lizzie, look, Lizzie, Down the glen tramp little men. One hauls a basket, One bears a plate, One lugs a golden dish Of many pounds weight. How fair the vine must grow 60 Whose grapes are so luscious; How warm the wind must blow Through those fruit bushes.' 'No,' said Lizzie, 'No, no, no; Their offers should not charm us, Their evil gifts would harm us.' She thrust a dimpled finger In each ear, shut eyes and ran Curious Laura chose to linger Wondering at each merchant man. 70 One had a cat's face, One whisked a tail, One tramped at a rat's pace, One crawled like a snail, One like a wombat prowled obtuse and furry, One like a ratel tumbled hurry skurry. She heard a voice like voice of doves Cooing all together They sounded kind and full of loves In the pleasant weather. 80 Laura stretched her gleaming neck Like a rushimbedded swan, Like a lily from the beck, Like a moonlit poplar branch, Like a vessel at the launch When its last restraint is gone. Backwards up the mossy glen Turned and trooped the goblin men, With their shrill repeated cry, 'Come buy, come buy.' 90 When they reached where Laura was They stood stock still upon the moss, Leering at each other, Brother with queer brother; Signalling each other, Brother with sly brother. One set his basket down, One reared his plate; One began to weave a crown Of tendrils, leaves, and rough nuts brown 100 (Men sell not such in any town); One heaved the golden weight Of dish and fruit to offer her 'Come buy, come buy,' was still their cry. Laura stared but did not stir, Longed but had no money The whisktailed merchant bade her taste In tones as smooth as honey, The catfaced purr'd, The ratfaced spoke a word 110 Of welcome, and the snailpaced even was heard; One parrotvoiced and jolly Cried 'Pretty Goblin' still for 'Pretty Polly;' One whistled like a bird. But sweettooth Laura spoke in haste 'Good folk, I have no coin; To take were to purloin I have no copper in my purse, I have no silver either, And all my gold is on the furze 120 That shakes in windy weather Above the rusty heather.' 'You have much gold upon your head,' They answered all together 'Buy from us with a golden curl.' She clipped a precious golden lock, She dropped a tear more rare than pearl, Then sucked their fruit globes fair or red Sweeter than honey from the rock, Stronger than manrejoicing wine, 130 Clearer than water flowed that juice; She never tasted such before, How should it cloy with length of use? She sucked and sucked and sucked the more Fruits which that unknown orchard bore; She sucked until her lips were sore; Then flung the emptied rinds away But gathered up one kernel stone, And knew not was it night or day As she turned home alone. 140 Lizzie met her at the gate Full of wise upbraidings 'Dear, you should not stay so late, Twilight is not good for maidens; Should not loiter in the glen In the haunts of goblin men. Do you not remember Jeanie, How she met them in the moonlight, Took their gifts both choice and many, Ate their fruits and wore their flowers 150 Plucked from bowers Where summer ripens at all hours? But ever in the noonlight She pined and pined away; Sought them by night and day, Found them no more, but dwindled and grew grey; Then fell with the first snow, While to this day no grass will grow Where she lies low I planted daisies there a year ago 160 That never blow. You should not loiter so.' 'Nay, hush,' said Laura 'Nay, hush, my sister I ate and ate my fill, Yet my mouth waters still; Tomorrow night I will Buy more' and kissed her 'Have done with sorrow; I'll bring you plums tomorrow 170 Fresh on their mother twigs, Cherries worth getting; You cannot think what figs My teeth have met in, What melons icycold Piled on a dish of gold Too huge for me to hold, What peaches with a velvet nap, Pellucid grapes without one seed Odorous indeed must be the mead 180 Whereon they grow, and pure the wave they drink With lilies at the brink, And sugarsweet their sap.' Golden head by golden head, Like two pigeons in one nest Folded in each other's wings, They lay down in their curtained bed Like two blossoms on one stem, Like two flakes of newfall'n snow, Like two wands of ivory 190 Tipped with gold for awful kings. Moon and stars gazed in at them, Wind sang to them lullaby, Lumbering owls forbore to fly, Not a bat flapped to and fro Round their rest Cheek to cheek and breast to breast Locked together in one nest. Early in the morning When the first cock crowed his warning, 200 Neat like bees, as sweet and busy, Laura rose with Lizzie Fetched in honey, milked the cows, Aired and set to rights the house, Kneaded cakes of whitest wheat, Cakes for dainty mouths to eat, Next churned butter, whipped up cream, Fed their poultry, sat and sewed; Talked as modest maidens should Lizzie with an open heart, 210 Laura in an absent dream, One content, one sick in part; One warbling for the mere bright day's delight, One longing for the night. At length slow evening came They went with pitchers to the reedy brook; Lizzie most placid in her look, Laura most like a leaping flame. They drew the gurgling water from its deep; Lizzie plucked purple and rich golden flags, 220 Then turning homeward said 'The sunset flushes Those furthest loftiest crags; Come, Laura, not another maiden lags, No wilful squirrel wags, The beasts and birds are fast asleep.' But Laura loitered still among the rushes And said the bank was steep. And said the hour was early still The dew not fall'n, the wind not chill Listening ever, but not catching 230 The customary cry, 'Come buy, come buy,' With its iterated jingle Of sugarbaited words Not for all her watching Once discerning even one goblin Racing, whisking, tumbling, hobbling; Let alone the herds That used to tramp along the glen, In groups or single, 240 Of brisk fruitmerchant men. Till Lizzie urged, 'O Laura, come; I hear the fruitcall but I dare not look You should not loiter longer at this brook Come with me home. The stars rise, the moon bends her arc, Each glowworm winks her spark, Let us get home before the night grows dark For clouds may gather Though this is summer weather, 250 Put out the lights and drench us through; Then if we lost our way what should we do?' Laura turned cold as stone To find her sister heard that cry alone, That goblin cry, 'Come buy our fruits, come buy.' Must she then buy no more such dainty fruit? Must she no more such succous pasture find, Gone deaf and blind? Her tree of life drooped from the root 260 She said not one word in her heart's sore ache; But peering thro' the dimness, nought discerning, Trudged home, her pitcher dripping all the way; So crept to bed, and lay Silent till Lizzie slept; Then sat up in a passionate yearning, And gnashed her teeth for baulked desire, and wept As if her heart would break. Day after day, night after night, Laura kept watch in vain 270 In sullen silence of exceeding pain. She never caught again the goblin cry 'Come buy, come buy;' She never spied the goblin men Hawking their fruits along the glen But when the noon waxed bright Her hair grew thin and grey; She dwindled, as the fair full moon doth turn To swift decay and burn Her fire away. 280 One day remembering her kernelstone She set it by a wall that faced the south; Dewed it with tears, hoped for a root, Watched for a waxing shoot, But there came none; It never saw the sun, It never felt the trickling moisture run While with sunk eyes and faded mouth She dreamed of melons, as a traveller sees False waves in desert drouth 290 With shade of leafcrowned trees, And burns the thirstier in the sandful breeze. She no more swept the house, Tended the fowls or cows, Fetched honey, kneaded cakes of wheat, Brought water from the brook But sat down listless in the chimneynook And would not eat. Tender Lizzie could not bear To watch her sister's cankerous care 300 Yet not to share. She night and morning Caught the goblins' cry 'Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy' Beside the brook, along the glen, She heard the tramp of goblin men, The voice and stir Poor Laura could not hear; Longed to buy fruit to comfort her, 310 But feared to pay too dear. She thought of Jeanie in her grave, Who should have been a bride; But who for joys brides hope to have Fell sick and died In her gay prime, In earliest Winter time With the first glazing rime, With the first snowfall of crisp Winter time. Till Laura dwindling 320 Seemed knocking at Death's door Then Lizzie weighed no more Better and worse; But put a silver penny in her purse, Kissed Laura, crossed the heath with clumps of furze At twilight, halted by the brook And for the first time in her life Began to listen and look. Laughed every goblin When they spied her peeping 330 Came towards her hobbling, Flying, running, leaping, Puffing and blowing, Chuckling, clapping, crowing, Clucking and gobbling, Mopping and mowing, Full of airs and graces, Pulling wry faces, Demure grimaces, Catlike and ratlike, 340 Ratel and wombatlike, Snailpaced in a hurry, Parrotvoiced and whistler, Helter skelter, hurry skurry, Chattering like magpies, Fluttering like pigeons, Gliding like fishes, Hugged her and kissed her Squeezed and caressed her Stretched up their dishes, 350 Panniers, and plates 'Look at our apples Russet and dun, Bob at our cherries, Bite at our peaches, Citrons and dates, Grapes for the asking, Pears red with basking Out in the sun, Plums on their twigs; 360 Pluck them and suck them, Pomegranates, figs.' 'Good folk,' said Lizzie, Mindful of Jeanie 'Give me much and many' Held out her apron, Tossed them her penny. 'Nay, take a seat with us, Honour and eat with us,' They answered grinning 370 'Our feast is but beginning. Night yet is early, Warm and dewpearly, Wakeful and starry Such fruits as these No man can carry; Half their bloom would fly, Half their dew would dry, Half their flavour would pass by. Sit down and feast with us, 380 Be welcome guest with us, Cheer you and rest with us.' 'Thank you,' said Lizzie 'But one waits At home alone for me So without further parleying, If you will not sell me any Of your fruits though much and many, Give me back my silver penny I tossed you for a fee.' They began to scratch their pates, 390 No longer wagging, purring, But visibly demurring, Grunting and snarling. One called her proud, Crossgrained, uncivil; Their tones waxed loud, Their looks were evil. Lashing their tails They trod and hustled her, Elbowed and jostled her, 400 Clawed with their nails, Barking, mewing, hissing, mocking, Tore her gown and soiled her stocking, Twitched her hair out by the roots, Stamped upon her tender feet, Held her hands and squeezed their fruits Against her mouth to make her eat. White and golden Lizzie stood, Like a lily in a flood, Like a rock of blueveined stone 410 Lashed by tides obstreperously, Like a beacon left alone In a hoary roaring sea, Sending up a golden fire, Like a fruitcrowned orangetree White with blossoms honeysweet Sore beset by wasp and bee, Like a royal virgin town Topped with gilded dome and spire Close beleaguered by a fleet 420 Mad to tug her standard down. One may lead a horse to water, Twenty cannot make him drink. Though the goblins cuffed and caught her, Coaxed and fought her, Bullied and besought her, Scratched her, pinched her black as ink, Kicked and knocked her, Mauled and mocked her, Lizzie uttered not a word; 430 Would not open lip from lip Lest they should cram a mouthful in But laughed in heart to feel the drip Of juice that syrupped all her face, And lodged in dimples of her chin, And streaked her neck which quaked like curd. At last the evil people, Worn out by her resistance, Flung back her penny, kicked their fruit Along whichever road they took, 440 Not leaving root or stone or shoot; Some writhed into the ground, Some dived into the brook With ring and ripple, Some scudded on the gale without a sound, Some vanished in the distance. In a smart, ache, tingle, Lizzie went her way; Knew not was it night or day; Sprang up the bank, tore thro' the furze, 450 Threaded copse and dingle, And heard her penny jingle Bouncing in her purse, Its bounce was music to her ear. She ran and ran As if she feared some goblin man Dogged her with gibe or curse Or something worse But not one goblin skurried after, Nor was she pricked by fear; 460 The kind heart made her windypaced That urged her home quite out of breath with haste And inward laughter. She cried 'Laura,' up the garden, 'Did you miss me? Come and kiss me. Never mind my bruises, Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices Squeezed from goblin fruits for you, Goblin pulp and goblin dew. 470 Eat me, drink me, love me; Laura, make much of me For your sake I have braved the glen And had to do with goblin merchant men.' Laura started from her chair, Flung her arms up in the air, Clutched her hair 'Lizzie, Lizzie, have you tasted For my sake the fruit forbidden? Must your light like mine be hidden, 480 Your young life like mine be wasted, Undone in mine undoing, And ruined in my ruin, Thirsty, cankered, goblinridden?' She clung about her sister, Kissed and kissed and kissed her Tears once again Refreshed her shrunken eyes, Dropping like rain After long sultry drouth; 490 Shaking with aguish fear, and pain, She kissed and kissed her with a hungry mouth. Her lips began to scorch, That juice was wormwood to her tongue, She loathed the feast Writhing as one possessed she leaped and sung, Rent all her robe, and wrung Her hands in lamentable haste, And beat her breast. Her locks streamed like the torch 500 Borne by a racer at full speed, Or like the mane of horses in their flight, Or like an eagle when she stems the light Straight toward the sun, Or like a caged thing freed, Or like a flying flag when armies run. Swift fire spread through her veins, knocked at her heart, Met the fire smouldering there And overbore its lesser flame; She gorged on bitterness without a name 510 Ah! fool, to choose such part Of soulconsuming care! Sense failed in the mortal strife Like the watchtower of a town Which an earthquake shatters down, Like a lightningstricken mast, Like a winduprooted tree Spun about, Like a foamtopped waterspout Cast down headlong in the sea, 520 She fell at last; Pleasure past and anguish past, Is it death or is it life? Life out of death. That night long Lizzie watched by her, Counted her pulse's flagging stir, Felt for her breath, Held water to her lips, and cooled her face With tears and fanning leaves But when the first birds chirped about their eaves, 530 And early reapers plodded to the place Of golden sheaves, And dewwet grass Bowed in the morning winds so brisk to pass, And new buds with new day Opened of cuplike lilies on the stream, Laura awoke as from a dream, Laughed in the innocent old way, Hugged Lizzie but not twice or thrice; Her gleaming locks showed not one thread of grey, 540 Her breath was sweet as May And light danced in her eyes. Days, weeks, months, years Afterwards, when both were wives With children of their own; Their motherhearts beset with fears, Their lives bound up in tender lives; Laura would call the little ones And tell them of her early prime, Those pleasant days long gone 550 Of notreturning time Would talk about the haunted glen, The wicked, quaint fruitmerchant men, Their fruits like honey to the throat But poison in the blood; (Men sell not such in any town) Would tell them how her sister stood In deadly peril to do her good, And win the fiery antidote Then joining hands to little hands 560 Would bid them cling together, 'For there is no friend like a sister In calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, To fetch one if one goes astray, To lift one if one totters down, To strengthen whilst one stands.' IN THE ROUND TOWER AT JHANSI June 8, 1857 A hundred, a thousand to one; even so; Not a hope in the world remained The swarming howling wretches below Gained and gained and gained. Skene looked at his pale young wife 'Is the time come?''The time is come!' Young, strong, and so full of life The agony struck them dumb. Close his arm about her now, Close her cheek to his, 10 Close the pistol to her brow God forgive them this! 'Will it hurt much?''No, mine own I wish I could bear the pang for both.' 'I wish I could bear the pang alone Courage, dear, I am not loth.' Kiss and kiss 'It is not pain Thus to kiss and die. One kiss more.''And yet one again.' 'Goodbye.''Goodbye.' 20 DREAM LAND Where sunless rivers weep Their waves into the deep, She sleeps a charmd sleep Awake her not. Led by a single star, She came from very far To seek where shadows are Her pleasant lot. She left the rosy morn, She left the fields of corn, 10 For twilight cold and lorn And water springs. Through sleep, as through a veil, She sees the sky look pale, And hears the nightingale That sadly sings. Rest, rest, a perfect rest Shed over brow and breast; Her face is toward the west, The purple land. 20 She cannot see the grain Ripening on hill and plain; She cannot feel the rain Upon her hand. Rest, rest, for evermore Upon a mossy shore; Rest, rest at the heart's core Till time shall cease Sleep that no pain shall wake; Night that no morn shall break 30 Till joy shall overtake Her perfect peace. AT HOME When I was dead, my spirit turned To seek the muchfrequented house I passed the door, and saw my friends Feasting beneath green orange boughs; From hand to hand they pushed the wine, They sucked the pulp of plum and peach; They sang, they jested, and they laughed, For each was loved of each. I listened to their honest chat Said one 'Tomorrow we shall be 10 Plod plod along the featureless sands, And coasting miles and miles of sea.' Said one 'Before the turn of tide We will achieve the eyrieseat.' Said one 'Tomorrow shall be like Today, but much more sweet.' 'Tomorrow,' said they, strong with hope, And dwelt upon the pleasant way 'Tomorrow,' cried they, one and all, While no one spoke of yesterday. 20 Their life stood full at blessed noon; I, only I, had passed away 'Tomorrow and today,' they cried; I was of yesterday. I shivered comfortless, but cast No chill across the tablecloth; I, allforgotten, shivered, sad To stay, and yet to part how loth I passed from the familiar room, I who from love had passed away, 30 Like the remembrance of a guest That tarrieth but a day. A TRIAD Sonnet Three sang of love together one with lips Crimson, with cheeks and bosom in a glow, Flushed to the yellow hair and fingertips; And one there sang who soft and smooth as snow Bloomed like a tinted hyacinth at a show; And one was blue with famine after love, Who like a harpstring snapped rang harsh and low The burden of what those were singing of. One shamed herself in love; one temperately Grew gross in soulless love, a sluggish wife; One famished died for love. Thus two of three Took death for love and won him after strife; One droned in sweetness like a fattened bee All on the threshold, yet all short of life. LOVE FROM THE NORTH I had a love in soft south land, Beloved through April far in May; He waited on my lightest breath, And never dared to say me nay. He saddened if my cheer was sad, But gay he grew if I was gay; We never differed on a hair, My yes his yes, my nay his nay. The wedding hour was come, the aisles Were flushed with sun and flowers that day; 10 I pacing balanced in my thoughts 'It's quite too late to think of nay.' My bridegroom answered in his turn, Myself had almost answered 'yea' When through the flashing nave I heard A struggle and resounding 'nay.' Bridemaids and bridegroom shrank in fear, But I stood high who stood at bay 'And if I answer yea, fair Sir, What man art thou to bar with nay?' 20 He was a strong man from the north, Lightlocked, with eyes of dangerous grey 'Put yea by for another time In which I will not say thee nay.' He took me in his strong white arms, He bore me on his horse away O'er crag, morass, and hairbreadth pass, But never asked me yea or nay. He made me fast with book and bell, With links of love he makes me stay; 30 Till now I've neither heart nor power Nor will nor wish to say him nay. WINTER RAIN Every valley drinks, Every dell and hollow Where the kind rain sinks and sinks, Green of Spring will follow. Yet a lapse of weeks Buds will burst their edges, Strip their woolcoats, gluecoats, streaks, In the woods and hedges; Weave a bower of love For birds to meet each other, 10 Weave a canopy above Nest and egg and mother. But for fattening rain We should have no flowers, Never a bud or leaf again But for soaking showers; Never a mated bird In the rocking treetops, Never indeed a flock or herd To graze upon the leacrops. 20 Lambs so woolly white, Sheep the sunbright leas on, They could have no grass to bite But for rain in season. We should find no moss In the shadiest places, Find no waving meadow grass Pied with broadeyed daisies But miles of barren sand, With never a son or daughter, 30 Not a lily on the land, Or lily on the water. COUSIN KATE I was a cottage maiden Hardened by sun and air, Contented with my cottage mates, Not mindful I was fair. Why did a great lord find me out, And praise my flaxen hair? Why did a great lord find me out To fill my heart with care? He lured me to his palace home Woe's me for joy thereof 10 To lead a shameless shameful life, His plaything and his love. He wore me like a silken knot, He changed me like a glove; So now I moan, an unclean thing, Who might have been a dove. O Lady Kate, my cousin Kate, You grew more fair than I He saw you at your father's gate, Chose you, and cast me by. 20 He watched your steps along the lane, Your work among the rye; He lifted you from mean estate To sit with him on high. Because you were so good and pure He bound you with his ring The neighbours call you good and pure, Call me an outcast thing. Even so I sit and howl in dust, You sit in gold and sing 30 Now which of us has tenderer heart? You had the stronger wing. O cousin Kate, my love was true, Your love was writ in sand If he had fooled not me but you, If you stood where I stand, He'd not have won me with his love Nor bought me with his land; I would have spit into his face And not have taken his hand. 40 Yet I've a gift you have not got, And seem not like to get For all your clothes and weddingring I've little doubt you fret. My fairhaired son, my shame, my pride, Cling closer, closer yet Your father would give lands for one To wear his coronet. NOBLE SISTERS 'Now did you mark a falcon, Sister dear, sister dear, Flying toward my window In the morning cool and clear? With jingling bells about her neck, But what beneath her wing? It may have been a ribbon, Or it may have been a ring.' 'I marked a falcon swooping At the break of day; 10 And for your love, my sister dove, I 'frayed the thief away.' 'Or did you spy a ruddy hound, Sister fair and tall, Went snuffing round my garden bound, Or crouched by my bower wall? With a silken leash about his neck; But in his mouth may be A chain of gold and silver links, Or a letter writ to me.' 20 'I heard a hound, highborn sister, Stood baying at the moon; I rose and drove him from your wall Lest you should wake too soon.' 'Or did you meet a pretty page Sat swinging on the gate; Sat whistling whistling like a bird, Or may be slept too late; With eaglets broidered on his cap, And eaglets on his glove? 30 If you had turned his pockets out, You had found some pledge of love.' 'I met him at this daybreak, Scarce the east was red Lest the creaking gate should anger you, I packed him home to bed.' 'Oh patience, sister. Did you see A young man tall and strong, Swiftfooted to uphold the right And to uproot the wrong, 40 Come home across the desolate sea To woo me for his wife? And in his heart my heart is locked, And in his life my life.' 'I met a nameless man, sister, Hard by your chamber door I said Her husband loves her much. And yet she loves him more.' 'Fie, sister, fie, a wicked lie, A lie, a wicked lie, 50 I have none other love but him, Nor will have till I die. And you have turned him from our door, And stabbed him with a lie I will go seek him thro' the world In sorrow till I die.' 'Go seek in sorrow, sister, And find in sorrow too If thus you shame our father's name My curse go forth with you.' 60 SPRING Frostlocked all the winter, Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits, What shall make their sap ascend That they may put forth shoots? Tips of tender green, Leaf, or blade, or sheath; Telling of the hidden life That breaks forth underneath, Life nursed in its grave by Death. Blows the thawwind pleasantly, 10 Drips the soaking rain, By fits looks down the waking sun Young grass springs on the plain; Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees; Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits, Swollen with sap put forth their shoots; Curledheaded ferns sprout in the lane; Birds sing and pair again. There is no time like Spring, When life's alive in everything, 20 Before new nestlings sing, Before cleft swallows speed their journey back Along the trackless track God guides their wing, He spreads their table that they nothing lack, Before the daisy grows a common flower, Before the sun has power To scorch the world up in his noontide hour. There is no time like Spring, Like Spring that passes by; 30 There is no life like Springlife born to die, Piercing the sod, Clothing the uncouth clod, Hatched in the nest, Fledged on the windy bough, Strong on the wing There is no time like Spring that passes by, Now newly born, and now Hastening to die. THE LAMBS OF GRASMERE, 1860 The upland flocks grew starved and thinned Their shepherds scarce could feed the lambs Whose milkless mothers butted them, Or who were orphaned of their dams. The lambs athirst for mother's milk Filled all the place with piteous sounds Their mothers' bones made white for miles The pastureless wet pasture grounds. Day after day, night after night, From lamb to lamb the shepherds went, 10 With teapots for the bleating mouths Instead of nature's nourishment. The little shivering gaping things Soon knew the step that brought them aid, And fondled the protecting hand, And rubbed it with a woolly head. Then, as the days waxed on to weeks, It was a pretty sight to see These lambs with frisky heads and tails Skipping and leaping on the lea, 20 Bleating in tender, trustful tones, Resting on rocky crag or mound. And following the beloved feet That once had sought for them and found.


These very shepherds of their flocks, These loving lambs so meek to please, Are worthy of recording words And honour in their due degrees So I might live a hundred years, And roam from strand to foreign strand, 30 Yet not forget this flooded spring And scarcesaved lambs of Westmoreland. A BIRTHDAY My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an appletree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me. Raise me a dais of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; 10 Carve it in doves, and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves, and silver fleursdelys; Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me. REMEMBER Sonnet Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad. AFTER DEATH Sonnet The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept And strewn with rushes, rosemary and may Lay thick upon the bed on which I lay, Where through the lattice ivyshadows crept. He leaned above me, thinking that I slept And could not hear him; but I heard him say 'Poor child, poor child' and as he turned away Came a deep silence, and I knew he wept. He did not touch the shroud, or raise the fold That hid my face, or take my hand in his, Or ruffle the smooth pillows for my head He did not love me living; but once dead He pitied me; and very sweet it is To know he still is warm though I am cold. AN END Love, strong as Death, is dead. Come, let us make his bed Among the dying flowers A green turf at his head; And a stone at his feet, Whereon we may sit In the quiet evening hours. He was born in the Spring, And died before the harvesting On the last warm summer day 10 He left us; he would not stay For Autumn twilight cold and grey. Sit we by his grave, and sing He is gone away. To few chords and sad and low Sing we so Be our eyes fixed on the grass Shadowveiled as the years pass While we think of all that was In the long ago. 20 MY DREAM Hear now a curious dream I dreamed last night Each word whereof is weighed and sifted truth. I stood beside Euphrates while it swelled Like overflowing Jordan in its youth It waxed and coloured sensibly to sight; Till out of myriad pregnant waves there welled Young crocodiles, a gaunt bluntfeatured crew, Freshhatched perhaps and daubed with birthday dew. The rest if I should tell, I fear my friend My closest friend would deem the facts untrue; 10 And therefore it were wisely left untold; Yet if you will, why, hear it to the end. Each crocodile was girt with massive gold And polished stones that with their wearers grew But one there was who waxed beyond the rest, Wore kinglier girdle and a kingly crown, Whilst crowns and orbs and sceptres starred his breast. All gleamed compact and green with scale on scale, But special burnishment adorned his mail And special terror weighed upon his frown; 20 His punier brethren quaked before his tail, Broad as a rafter, potent as a flail. So he grew lord and master of his kin But who shall tell the tale of all their woes? An execrable appetite arose, He battened on them, crunched, and sucked them in. He knew no law, he feared no binding law, But ground them with inexorable jaw The luscious fat distilled upon his chin, Exuded from his nostrils and his eyes, 30 While still like hungry death he fed his maw; Till every minor crocodile being dead And buried too, himself gorged to the full, He slept with breath oppressed and unstrung claw. Oh marvel passing strange which next I saw In sleep he dwindled to the common size, And all the empire faded from his coat. Then from far off a wingd vessel came, Swift as a swallow, subtle as a flame I know not what it bore of freight or host, 40 But white it was as an avenging ghost. It levelled strong Euphrates in its course; Supreme yet weightless as an idle mote It seemed to tame the waters without force Till not a murmur swelled or billow beat Lo, as the purple shadow swept the sands, The prudent crocodile rose on his feet And shed appropriate tears and wrung his hands. What can it mean? you ask. I answer not For meaning, but myself must echo, What? 50 And tell it as I saw it on the spot. SONG Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time. Oh violets for the grave of youth, And bay for those dead in their prime; Give me the withered leaves I chose Before in the old time. THE HOUR AND THE GHOST BRIDE O love, love, hold me fast, He draws me away from thee; I cannot stem the blast, Nor the cold strong sea Far away a light shines Beyond the hills and pines; It is lit for me. BRIDEGROOM I have thee close, my dear, No terror can come near; Only far off the northern light shines clear. 10 GHOST Come with me, fair and false, To our home, come home. It is my voice that calls Once thou wast not afraid When I woo'd, and said, 'Come, our nest is newly made' Now cross the tossing foam. BRIDE Hold me one moment longer, He taunts me with the past, His clutch is waxing stronger, 20 Hold me fast, hold me fast. He draws me from thy heart, And I cannot withhold He bids my spirit depart With him into the cold Oh bitter vows of old! BRIDEGROOM Lean on me, hide thine eyes Only ourselves, earth and skies, Are present here be wise. GHOST Lean on me, come away, 30 I will guide and steady Come, for I will not stay Come, for house and bed are ready. Ah, sure bed and house, For better and worse, for life and death Goal won with shortened breath Come, crown our vows. BRIDE One moment, one more word, While my heart beats still, While my breath is stirred 40 By my fainting will. O friend forsake me not, Forget not as I forgot But keep thy heart for me, Keep thy faith true and bright; Through the lone cold winter night Perhaps I may come to thee. BRIDEGROOM Nay peace, my darling, peace Let these dreams and terrors cease Who spoke of death or change or aught but ease? 50 GHOST O fair frail sin, O poor harvest gathered in! Thou shalt visit him again To watch his heart grow cold; To know the gnawing pain I knew of old; To see one much more fair Fill up the vacant chair, Fill his heart, his children bear While thou and I together 60 In the outcast weather Toss and howl and spin. A SUMMER WISH Live all thy sweet life thro', Sweet Rose, dewsprent, Drop down thine evening dew To gather it anew When day is bright I fancy thou wast meant Chiefly to give delight. Sing in the silent sky, Glad soaring bird; Sing out thy notes on high 10 To sunbeam straying by Or passing cloud; Heedless if thou art heard Sing thy full song aloud. Oh that it were with me As with the flower; Blooming on its own tree For butterfly and bee Its summer morns That I might bloom mine hour 20 A rose in spite of thorns. Oh that my work were done As birds' that soar Rejoicing in the sun That when my time is run And daylight too, I so might rest once more Cool with refreshing dew. AN APPLE GATHERING I plucked pink blossoms from mine appletree And wore them all that evening in my hair Then in due season when I went to see I found no apples there. With dangling basket all along the grass As I had come I went the selfsame track My neighbours mocked me while they saw me pass So emptyhanded back. Lilian and Lilias smiled in trudging by, Their heapedup basket teased me like a jeer; 10 Sweetvoiced they sang beneath the sunset sky, Their mother's home was near. Plump Gertrude passed me with her basket full, A stronger hand than hers helped it along; A voice talked with her through the shadows cool More sweet to me than song. Ah Willie, Willie, was my love less worth Than apples with their green leaves piled above? I counted rosiest apples on the earth Of far less worth than love. 20 So once it was with me you stooped to talk Laughing and listening in this very lane To think that by this way we used to walk We shall not walk again! I let my neighbours pass me, ones and twos And groups; the latest said the night grew chill, And hastened but I loitered, while the dews Fell fast I loitered still. SONG Two doves upon the selfsame branch, Two lilies on a single stem, Two butterflies upon one flower Oh happy they who look on them. Who look upon them hand in hand Flushed in the rosy summer light; Who look upon them hand in hand And never give a thought to night. MAUDE CLARE Out of the church she followed them With a lofty step and mien His bride was like a village maid, Maude Clare was like a queen. 'Son Thomas,' his lady mother said, With smiles, almost with tears 'May Nell and you but live as true As we have done for years; 'Your father thirty years ago Had just your tale to tell; 10 But he was not so pale as you, Nor I so pale as Nell.' My lord was pale with inward strife, And Nell was pale with pride; My lord gazed long on pale Maude Clare Or ever he kissed the bride. 'Lo, I have brought my gift, my lord, Have brought my gift,' she said 'To bless the hearth, to bless the board, To bless the marriagebed. 20 'Here's my half of the golden chain You wore about your neck, That day we waded ankledeep For lilies in the beck 'Here's my half of the faded leaves We plucked from budding bough, With feet amongst the lily leaves, The lilies are budding now.' He strove to match her scorn with scorn, He faltered in his place 30 'Lady,' he said,'Maude Clare,' he said, 'Maude Clare'and hid his face. She turn'd to Nell 'My Lady Nell, I have a gift for you; Though, were it fruit, the bloom were gone, Or, were it flowers, the dew. 'Take my share of a fickle heart, Mine of a paltry love Take it or leave it as you will, I wash my hands thereof.' 40 'And what you leave,' said Nell, 'I'll take, And what you spurn, I'll wear; For he's my lord for better and worse, And him I love, Maude Clare. 'Yea, though you're taller by the head, More wise, and much more fair; I'll love him till he loves me best, Me best of all, Maude Clare.' ECHO Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet; Where thirsting longing eyes 10 Watch the slow door That opening, letting in, lets out no more. Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago! MY SECRET I tell my secret? No indeed, not I Perhaps some day, who knows? But not today; it froze, and blows, and snows, And you're too curious fie! You want to hear it? well Only, my secret's mine, and I won't tell. Or, after all, perhaps there's none Suppose there is no secret after all, But only just my fun. Today's a nipping day, a biting day; 10 In which one wants a shawl, A veil, a cloak, and other wraps I cannot ope to every one who taps, And let the draughts come whistling through my hall; Come bounding and surrounding me, Come buffeting, astounding me, Nipping and clipping through my wraps and all. I wear my mask for warmth who ever shows His nose to Russian snows To be pecked at by every wind that blows? 20 You would not peck? I thank you for good will, Believe, but leave that truth untested still. Spring's an expansive time yet I don't trust March with its peck of dust, Nor April with its rainbowcrowned brief showers, Nor even May, whose flowers One frost may wither through the sunless hours. Perhaps some languid summer day, When drowsy birds sing less and less, And golden fruit is ripening to excess, 30 If there's not too much sun nor too much cloud, And the warm wind is neither still nor loud, Perhaps my secret I may say, Or you may guess. ANOTHER SPRING If I might see another Spring I'd not plant summer flowers and wait I'd have my crocuses at once, My leafless pink mezereons, My chillveined snowdrops, choicer yet My white or azure violet, Leafnested primrose; anything To blow at once, not late. If I might see another Spring I'd listen to the daylight birds 10 That build their nests and pair and sing, Nor wait for mateless nightingale; I'd listen to the lusty herds, The ewes with lambs as white as snow, I'd find out music in the hail And all the winds that blow. If I might see another Spring Oh stinging comment on my past That all my past results in 'if' If I might see another Spring 20 I'd laugh today, today is brief; I would not wait for anything I'd use today that cannot last, Be glad today and sing. A PEAL OF BELLS Strike the bells wantonly, Tinkle tinkle well; Bring me wine, bring me flowers, Ring the silver bell. All my lamps burn scented oil, Hung on laden orangetrees, Whose shadowed foliage is the foil To golden lamps and oranges. Heap my golden plates with fruit, Golden fruit, freshplucked and ripe; 10 Strike the bells and breathe the pipe; Shut out showers from summer hours Silence that complaining lute Shut out thinking, shut out pain, From hours that cannot come again. Strike the bells solemnly, Ding dong deep My friend is passing to his bed, Fast asleep; There's plaited linen round his head, 20 While foremost go his feet His feet that cannot carry him. My feast's a show, my lights are dim; Be still, your music is not sweet, There is no music more for him His lights are out, his feast is done; His bowl that sparkled to the brim Is drained, is broken, cannot hold; My blood is chill, his blood is cold; His death is full, and mine begun. 30 FATA MORGANA A blueeyed phantom far before Is laughing, leaping toward the sun Like lead I chase it evermore, I pant and run. It breaks the sunlight bound on bound Goes singing as it leaps along To sheepbells with a dreamy sound A dreamy song. I laugh, it is so brisk and gay; It is so far before, I weep 10 I hope I shall lie down some day, Lie down and sleep. 'NO, THANK YOU, JOHN' I never said I loved you, John Why will you tease me day by day, And wax a weariness to think upon With always 'do' and 'pray'? You know I never loved you, John; No fault of mine made me your toast Why will you haunt me with a face as wan As shows an hourold ghost? I dare say Meg or Moll would take Pity upon you, if you'd ask 10 And pray don't remain single for my sake Who can't perform that task. I have no heart?Perhaps I have not; But then you're mad to take offence That I don't give you what I have not got Use your own common sense. Let bygones be bygones Don't call me false, who owed not to be true I'd rather answer 'No' to fifty Johns Than answer 'Yes' to you. 20 Let's mar our pleasant days no more, Songbirds of passage, days of youth Catch at today, forget the days before I'll wink at your untruth. Let us strike hands as hearty friends; No more, no less; and friendship's good Only don't keep in view ulterior ends, And points not understood In open treaty. Rise above Quibbles and shuffling off and on 30 Here's friendship for you if you like; but love, No, thank you, John. MAY I cannot tell you how it was; But this I know it came to pass Upon a bright and breezy day When May was young; ah, pleasant May! As yet the poppies were not born Between the blades of tender corn; The last eggs had not hatched as yet, Nor any bird forgone its mate. I cannot tell you what it was; But this I know it did but pass. 10 It passed away with sunny May, With all sweet things it passed away, And left me old, and cold, and grey. A PAUSE OF THOUGHT I looked for that which is not, nor can be, And hope deferred made my heart sick in truth But years must pass before a hope of youth Is resigned utterly. I watched and waited with a steadfast will And though the object seemed to flee away That I so longed for, ever day by day I watched and waited still. Sometimes I said This thing shall be no more; My expectation wearies and shall cease; 10 I will resign it now and be at peace Yet never gave it o'er. Sometimes I said It is an empty name I long for; to a name why should I give The peace of all the days I have to live? Yet gave it all the same. Alas, thou foolish one! alike unfit For healthy joy and salutary pain Thou knowest the chase useless, and again Turnest to follow it. 20 TWILIGHT CALM Oh, pleasant eventide! Clouds on the western side Grow grey and greyer hiding the warm sun The bees and birds, their happy labours done, Seek their close nests and bide. Screened in the leafy wood The stockdoves sit and brood The very squirrel leaps from bough to bough But lazily; pauses; and settles now Where once he stored his food. 10 One by one the flowers close, Lily and dewy rose Shutting their tender petals from the moon The grasshoppers are still; but not so soon Are still the noisy crows. The dormouse squats and eats Choice little dainty bits Beneath the spreading roots of a broad lime; Nibbling his fill he stops from time to time And listens where he sits. 20 From far the lowings come Of cattle driven home From farther still the wind brings fitfully The vast continual murmur of the sea, Now loud, now almost dumb. The gnats whirl in the air, The evening gnats; and there The owl opes broad his eyes and wings to sail For prey; the bat wakes; and the shellless snail Comes forth, clammy and bare. 30 Hark! that's the nightingale, Telling the selfsame tale Her song told when this ancient earth was young So echoes answered when her song was sung In the first wooded vale. We call it love and pain The passion of her strain; And yet we little understand or know Why should it not be rather joy that so Throbs in each throbbing vein? 40 In separate herds the deer Lie; here the bucks, and here The does, and by its mother sleeps the fawn Through all the hours of night until the dawn They sleep, forgetting fear. The hare sleeps where it lies, With wary halfclosed eyes; The cock has ceased to crow, the hen to cluck Only the fox is out, some heedless duck Or chicken to surprise. 50 Remote, each single star Comes out, till there they are All shining brightly how the dews fall damp! While close at hand the glowworm lights her lamp Or twinkles from afar. But evening now is done As much as if the sun Daygiving had arisen in the East For night has come; and the great calm has ceased, The quiet sands have run. 60 WIFE TO HUSBAND Pardon the faults in me, For the love of years ago Goodbye. I must drift across the sea, I must sink into the snow, I must die. You can bask in this sun, You can drink wine, and eat Goodbye. I must gird myself and run, 10 Though with unready feet I must die. Blank sea to sail upon, Cold bed to sleep in Goodbye. While you clasp, I must be gone For all your weeping I must die. A kiss for one friend, And a word for two, 20 Goodbye A lock that you must send, A kindness you must do I must die. Not a word for you, Not a lock or kiss, Goodbye. We, one, must part in two; Verily death is this I must die. 30 THREE SEASONS 'A cup for hope!' she said, In springtime ere the bloom was old The crimson wine was poor and cold By her mouth's richer red. 'A cup for love!' how low, How soft the words; and all the while Her blush was rippling with a smile Like summer after snow. 'A cup for memory!' Cold cup that one must drain alone 10 While autumn winds are up and moan Across the barren sea. Hope, memory, love Hope for fair morn, and love for day, And memory for the evening grey And solitary dove. MIRAGE The hope I dreamed of was a dream, Was but a dream; and now I wake, Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old, For a dream's sake. I hang my harp upon a tree, A weeping willow in a lake; I hang my silent harp there, wrung and snapt For a dream's sake. Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break 10 Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake. SHUT OUT The door was shut. I looked between Its iron bars; and saw it lie, My garden, mine, beneath the sky, Pied with all flowers bedewed and green From bough to bough the songbirds crossed, From flower to flower the moths and bees; With all its nests and stately trees It had been mine, and it was lost. A shadowless spirit kept the gate, Blank and unchanging like the grave. 10 I peering through said 'Let me have Some buds to cheer my outcast state.' He answered not. 'Or give me, then, But one small twig from shrub or tree; And bid my home remember me Until I come to it again.' The spirit was silent; but he took Mortar and stone to build a wall; He left no loophole great or small Through which my straining eyes might look 20 So now I sit here quite alone Blinded with tears; nor grieve for that, For nought is left worth looking at Since my delightful land is gone. A violet bed is budding near, Wherein a lark has made her nest And good they are, but not the best; And dear they are, but not so dear. SOUND SLEEP Some are laughing, some are weeping; She is sleeping, only sleeping. Round her rest wild flowers are creeping; There the wind is heaping, heaping Sweetest sweets of Summer's keeping. By the cornfields ripe for reaping. There are lilies, and there blushes The deep rose, and there the thrushes Sing till latest sunlight flushes In the west; a fresh wind brushes 10 Through the leaves while evening hushes. There by day the lark is singing And the grass and weeds are springing; There by night the bat is winging; There for ever winds are bringing Faroff chimes of churchbells ringing. Night and morning, noon and even, Their sound fills her dreams with Heaven The long strife at lent is striven Till her gravebands shall be riven 20 Such is the good portion given To her soul at rest and shriven. SONG She sat and sang alway By the green margin of a stream, Watching the fishes leap and play Beneath the glad sunbeam. I sat and wept alway Beneath the moon's most shadowy beam, Watching the blossoms of the May Weep leaves into the stream. I wept for memory; She sang for hope that is so fair 10 My tears were swallowed by the sea; Her songs died on the air. SONG When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; 10 I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget. DEAD BEFORE DEATH Sonnet Ah! changed and cold, how changed and very cold, With stiffened smiling lips and cold calm eyes Changed, yet the same; much knowing, little wise; This was the promise of the days of old! Grown hard and stubborn in the ancient mould, Grown rigid in the sham of lifelong lies We hoped for better things as years would rise, But it is over as a tale once told. All fallen the blossom that no fruitage bore, All lost the present and the future time, All lost, all lost, the lapse that went before So lost till death shutto the opened door, So lost from chime to everlasting chime, So cold and lost for ever evermore. BITTER FOR SWEET Summer is gone with all its roses, Its sun and perfumes and sweet flowers, Its warm air and refreshing showers And even Autumn closes. Yea, Autumn's chilly self is going, And winter comes which is yet colder; Each day the hoarfrost waxes bolder, And the last buds cease blowing. SISTER MAUDE Who told my mother of my shame, Who told my father of my dear? Oh who but Maude, my sister Maude, Who lurked to spy and peer. Cold he lies, as cold as stone, With his clotted curls about his face The comeliest corpse in all the world And worthy of a queen's embrace. You might have spared his soul, sister, Have spared my soul, your own soul too 10 Though I had not been born at all, He'd never have looked at you. My father may sleep in Paradise, My mother at Heavengate But sister Maude shall get no sleep Either early or late. My father may wear a golden gown, My mother a crown may win; If my dear and I knocked at Heavengate Perhaps they'd let us in 20 But sister Maude, oh sister Maude, Bide you with death and sin. REST Sonnet O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes; Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching, Earth; Lie close around her; leave no room for mirth With its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs. She hath no questions, she hath no replies, Hushed in and curtained with a blessd dearth Of all that irked her from the hour of birth; With stillness that is almost Paradise. Darkness more clear than noonday holdeth her, Silence more musical than any song; Even her very heart has ceased to stir Until the morning of Eternity Her rest shall not begin nor end, but be; And when she wakes she will not think it long. THE FIRST SPRING DAY I wonder if the sap is stirring yet, If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate, If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun And crocus fires are kindling one by one Sing, robin, sing; I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring. I wonder if the springtide of this year Will bring another Spring both lost and dear; If heart and spirit will find out their Spring, Or if the world alone will bud and sing 10 Sing, hope, to me; Sweet notes, my hope, soft notes for memory. The sap will surely quicken soon or late, The tardiest bird will twitter to a mate; So Spring must dawn again with warmth and bloom, Or in this world, or in the world to come Sing, voice of Spring, Till I too blossom and rejoice and sing. THE CONVENT THRESHOLD There's blood between us, love, my love, There's father's blood, there's brother's blood; And blood's a bar I cannot pass I choose the stairs that mount above, Stair after golden skyward stair, To city and to sea of glass. My lily feet are soiled with mud, With scarlet mud which tells a tale Of hope that was, of guilt that was, Of love that shall not yet avail; 10 Alas, my heart, if I could bare My heart, this selfsame stain is there I seek the sea of glass and fire To wash the spot, to burn the snare; Lo, stairs are meant to lift us higher Mount with me, mount the kindled stair. Your eyes look earthward, mine look up. I see the faroff city grand, Beyond the hills a watered land, Beyond the gulf a gleaming strand 20 Of mansions where the righteous sup; Who sleep at ease among their trees, Or wake to sing a cadenced hymn With Cherubim and Seraphim; They bore the Cross, they drained the cup, Racked, roasted, crushed, wrenched limb from limb, They the offscouring of the world The heaven of starry heavens unfurled, The sun before their face is dim. You looking earthward what see you? 30 Milkwhite wineflushed among the vines, Up and down leaping, to and fro, Most glad, most full, made strong with wines, Blooming as peaches pearled with dew, Their golden windy hair afloat, Lovemusic warbling in their throat, Young men and women come and go. You linger, yet the time is short Flee for your life, gird up your strength To flee; the shadows stretched at length 40 Show that day wanes, that night draws nigh; Flee to the mountain, tarry not. Is this a time for smile and sigh, For songs among the secret trees Where sudden blue birds nest and sport? The time is short and yet you stay Today while it is called today Kneel, wrestle, knock, do violence, pray; Today is short, tomorrow nigh Why will you die? why will you die? 50 You sinned with me a pleasant sin Repent with me, for I repent. Woe's me the lore I must unlearn! Woe's me that easy way we went, So rugged when I would return! How long until my sleep begin, How long shall stretch these nights and days? Surely, clean Angels cry, she prays; She laves her soul with tedious tears How long must stretch these years and years? 60 I turn from you my cheeks and eyes, My hair which you shall see no more Alas for joy that went before, For joy that dies, for love that dies. Only my lips still turn to you, My livid lips that cry, Repent. Oh weary life, oh weary Lent, Oh weary time whose stars are few. How should I rest in Paradise, Or sit on steps of heaven alone? 70 If Saints and Angels spoke of love Should I not answer from my throne Have pity upon me, ye my friends, For I have heard the sound thereof Should I not turn with yearning eyes, Turn earthwards with a pitiful pang? Oh save me from a pang in heaven. By all the gifts we took and gave, Repent, repent, and be forgiven This life is long, but yet it ends; 80 Repent and purge your soul and save No gladder song the morning stars Upon their birthday morning sang Than Angels sing when one repents. I tell you what I dreamed last night A spirit with transfigured face Firefooted clomb an infinite space. I heard his hundred pinions clang, Heavenbells rejoicing rang and rang, Heavenair was thrilled with subtle scents, 90 Worlds spun upon their rushing cars He mounted shrieking 'Give me light.' Still light was poured on him, more light; Angels, Archangels he outstripped Exultant in exceeding might, And trod the skirts of Cherubim. Still 'Give me light,' he shrieked; and dipped His thirsty face, and drank a sea, Athirst with thirst it could not slake. I saw him, drunk with knowledge, take 100 From aching brows the aureole crown His locks writhed like a cloven snake He left his throne to grovel down And lick the dust of Seraphs' feet For what is knowledge duly weighed? Knowledge is strong, but love is sweet; Yea all the progress he had made Was but to learn that all is small Save love, for love is all in all. I tell you what I dreamed last night 110 It was not dark, it was not light, Cold dews had drenched my plenteous hair Through clay; you came to seek me there. And 'Do you dream of me?' you said. My heart was dust that used to leap To you; I answered half asleep 'My pillow is damp, my sheets are red, There's a leaden tester to my bed Find you a warmer playfellow, A warmer pillow for your head, 120 A kinder love to love than mine.' You wrung your hands; while I like lead Crushed downwards through the sodden earth You smote your hands but not in mirth, And reeled but were not drunk with wine. For all night long I dreamed of you I woke and prayed against my will, Then slept to dream of you again. At length I rose and knelt and prayed I cannot write the words I said, 130 My words were slow, my tears were few; But through the dark my silence spoke Like thunder. When this morning broke, My face was pinched, my hair was grey, And frozen blood was on the sill Where stifling in my struggle I lay. If now you saw me you would say Where is the face I used to love? And I would answer Gone before; It tarries veiled in paradise. 140 When once the morning star shall rise, When earth with shadow flees away And we stand safe within the door, Then you shall lift the veil thereof. Look up, rise up for far above Our palms are grown, our place is set; There we shall meet as once we met And love with old familiar love. UPHILL Does the road wind uphill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a restingplace? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. 10 Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at that door. Shall I find comfort, travelsore and weak? Of labour you shall find the sum.