The Lover's Tale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Here far away seen from the topmost cliff | B |
Filling with purple gloom the vacancies | C |
Between the tufted hills the sloping seas | C |
Hung in mid heaven and half way down rare sails | D |
White as white clouds floated from sky to sky | A |
Oh pleasant breast of waters quiet bay | E |
Like to a quiet mind in the loud world | F |
Where the chafed breakers of the outer sea | G |
Sank powerless as anger falls aside | H |
And withers on the breast of peaceful love | I |
Thou didst receive the growth of pines that fledged | J |
The hills that watch'd thee as Love watcheth Love | I |
In thine own essence and delight thyself | I |
To make it wholly thine on sunny days | K |
Keep thou thy name of 'Lover's Bay ' See sirs | K |
Even now the Goddess of the Past that takes | K |
The heart and sometimes touches but one string | L |
That quivers and is silent and sometimes | K |
Sweeps suddenly all its half moulder'd chords | K |
To some old melody begins to play | E |
That air which pleased her first I feel thy breath | M |
I come great Mistress of the ear and eye | A |
Thy breath is of the pinewood and tho' years | K |
Have hollow'd out a deep and stormy strait | N |
Betwixt the native land of Love and me | G |
Breathe but a little on me and the sail | O |
Will draw me to the rising of the sun | P |
The lucid chambers of the morning star | Q |
And East of Life | I |
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Permit me friend I prythee | M |
To pass my hand across my brows and muse | K |
On those dear hills that never more will meet | R |
The sight that throbs and aches beneath my touch | S |
As tho' there beat a heart in either eye | A |
For when the outer lights are darken'd thus | K |
The memory's vision hath a keener edge | T |
It grows upon me now the semicircle | O |
Of dark blue waters and the narrow fringe | U |
Of curving beach its wreaths of dripping green | V |
Its pale pink shells the summerhouse aloft | W |
That open'd on the pines with doors of glass | K |
A mountain nest the pleasure boat that rock'd | X |
Light green with its own shadow keel to keel | O |
Upon the dappled dimplings of the wave | I |
That blanch'd upon its side | H |
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O Love O Hope | Y |
They come they crowd upon me all at once | K |
Moved from the cloud of unforgotten things | K |
That sometimes on the horizon of the mind | Z |
Lies folded often sweeps athwart in storm | A2 |
Flash upon flash they lighten thro' me days | K |
Of dewy dawning and the amber eves | K |
When thou and I Camilla thou and I | A |
Were borne about the bay or safely moor'd | B2 |
Beneath a low brow'd cavern where the tide | H |
Plash'd sapping its worn ribs and all without | C2 |
The slowly ridging rollers on the cliffs | K |
Clash'd calling to each other and thro' the arch | D2 |
Down those loud waters like a setting star | Q |
Mixt with the gorgeous west the lighthouse shone | E2 |
And silver smiling Venus ere she fell | O |
Would often loiter in her balmy blue | O |
To crown it with herself | I |
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Here too my love | I |
Waver'd at anchor with me when day hung | F2 |
From his mid dome in Heaven's airy halls | K |
Gleams of the water circles as they broke | G2 |
Flicker'd like doubtful smiles about her lips | K |
Quiver'd a flying glory on her hair | H2 |
Leapt like a passing thought across her eyes | K |
And mine with one that will not pass till earth | M |
And heaven pass too dwelt on my heaven a face | K |
Most starry fair but kindled from within | I2 |
As 'twere with dawn She was dark hair'd dark eyed | H |
Oh such dark eyes a single glance of them | J2 |
Will govern a whole life from birth to death | M |
Careless of all things else led on with light | K2 |
In trances and in visions look at them | J2 |
You lose yourself in utter ignorance | K |
You cannot find their depth for they go back | L2 |
And farther back and still withdraw themselves | K |
Quite into the deep soul that evermore | M2 |
Fresh springing from her fountains in the brain | N2 |
Still pouring thro' floods with redundant life | I |
Her narrow portals | K |
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Trust me long ago | O2 |
I should have died if it were possible | O |
To die in gazing on that perfectness | K |
Which I do bear within me I had died | H |
But from my farthest lapse my latest ebb | P2 |
Thine image like a chants of light and strength | M |
Upon the waters push'd me back again | Q2 |
On these deserted sands of barren life | I |
Tho' from the deep vault where the heart of Hope | Y |
Fell into dust and crumbled in the dark | R2 |
Forgetting how to render beautiful | O |
Her countenance with quick and healthful blood | S2 |
Thou didst not sway me upward could I perish | T2 |
While thou a meteor of the sepulchre | M2 |
Didst swathe thyself all round Hope's quiet urn | U2 |
For ever He that saith it hath o'er stept | S2 |
The slippery footing of his narrow wit | S2 |
And fall'n away from judgment Thou art light | S2 |
To which my spirit leaneth all her flowers | K |
And length of days and immortality | S2 |
Of thought and freshness ever self renew'd | S2 |
For Time and Grief abode too long with Life | I |
And like all other friends i' the world at last | S2 |
They grew aweary of her fellowship | V2 |
So Time and Grief did beckon unto Death | M |
And Death drew nigh and beat the doors of Life | I |
But thou didst sit alone in the inner house | K |
A wakeful portress and didst parle with Death | M |
'This is a charmed dwelling which I hold ' | - |
So Death gave back and would no further come | W2 |
Yet is my life nor in the present time | X2 |
Nor in the present place To me alone | E2 |
Push'd from his chair of regal heritage | Y2 |
The Present is the vassal of the Past | S2 |
So that in that I have lived do I live | I |
And cannot die and am in having been | I2 |
A portion of the pleasant yesterday | S2 |
Thrust forward on to day and out of place | K |
A body journeying onward sick with toil | O |
The weight as if of age upon my limbs | K |
The grasp of hopeless grief about my heart | S2 |
And all the senses weaken'd save in that | S2 |
Which long ago they had glean'd and garner'd up | Z2 |
Into the granaries of memory | S2 |
The clear brow bulwark of the precious brain | N2 |
Chink'd as you see and seam'd and all the while | O |
The light soul twines and mingles with the growths | K |
Of vigorous early days attracted won | P |
Married made one with molten into all | O |
The beautiful in Past of act or place | K |
And like the all enduring camel driven | P |
Far from the diamond fountain by the palms | K |
Who toils across the middle moonlit nights | K |
Or when the white heats of the blinding noons | K |
Beat from the concave sand yet in him keeps | K |
A draught of that sweet fountain that he loves | K |
To stay his feet from falling and his spirit | S2 |
From bitterness of death | M |
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Ye ask me friends | K |
When I began to love How should I tell you | O |
Or from the after fulness of my heart | S2 |
Flow back again unto my slender spring | L |
And first of love tho' every turn and depth | M |
Between is clearer in my life than all | O |
Its present flow Ye know not what ye ask | A3 |
How should the broad and open flower tell | O |
What sort of bud it was when prest together | M2 |
In its green sheath close lapt in silken folds | K |
It seem'd to keep its sweetness to itself | I |
Yet was not the less sweet for that it seem'd | S2 |
For young Life knows not when young Life was born | B3 |
But takes it all for granted neither Love | I |
Warm in the heart his cradle can remember | M2 |
Love in the womb but resteth satisfied | S2 |
Looking on her that brought him to the light | S2 |
Or as men know not when they fall asleep | C3 |
Into delicious dreams our other life | I |
So know I not when I began to love | I |
This is my sum of knowledge that my love | I |
Grew with myself say rather was my growth | M |
My inward sap the hold I have on earth | M |
My outward circling air wherewith I breathe | M |
Which yet upholds my life and evermore | M2 |
Is to me daily life and daily death | M |
For how should I have lived and not have loved | S2 |
Can ye take off the sweetness front the flower | M2 |
The colour and the sweetness from the rose | K |
And place them by themselves or set apart | S2 |
Their motions and their brightness from the stars | K |
And then point out the flower or the star | M2 |
Or build a wall betwixt my life and love | I |
And tell me where I am 'Tis even thus | K |
In that I live I love because I love | I |
I live whate'er is fountain to the one | P |
Is fountain to the other and whene'er | M2 |
Our God unknits the riddle of the one | P |
There is no shade or fold of mystery | M2 |
Swathing the other | M2 |
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Many many years | K |
For they seem many and my most of life | I |
And well I could have linger'd in that porch | D3 |
So unproportion'd to the dwelling place | K |
In the Maydews of childhood opposite | S2 |
The flush and dawn of youth we lived together | M2 |
Apart alone together on those hills | K |
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Before he saw my day my father died | S2 |
And he was happy that he saw it not | S2 |
But I and the first daisy on his grave | I |
From the same day came into light at once | K |
As Love and I do number equal years | K |
So she my love is of an age with me | M2 |
How like each other was the birth of each | E3 |
On the same morning almost the same hour | M2 |
Under the selfsame aspect of the stars | K |
Oh falsehood of all starcraft we were born | B3 |
How like each other was the birth of each | E3 |
The sister of my mother she that bore | M2 |
Camilla close beneath her beating heart | S2 |
Which to the imprison'd spirit of the child | S2 |
With its true touched pulses in the flow | O2 |
And hourly visitation of the blood | S2 |
Sent notes of preparation manifold | S2 |
And mellow'd echoes of the outer world | S2 |
My mother's sister mother of my love | I |
Who had a twofold claim upon my heart | S2 |
One twofold mightier than the other was | K |
In giving so much beauty to the world | S2 |
And so much wealth as God had charged her with | M |
Loathing to put it from herself for ever | M2 |
Left her own life with it and dying thus | K |
Crown'd with her highest act the placid face | K |
And breathless body of her good deeds past | S2 |
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So were we born so orphan'd She was motherless | K |
And I without a father So from each | E3 |
Of those two pillars which from earth uphold | S2 |
Our childhood one had fallen away and all | O |
The careful burthen of our tender years | K |
Trembled upon the other He that gave | I |
Her life to me delightedly fulfill'd | S2 |
All loving kindnesses all offices | K |
Of watchful care and trembling tenderness | K |
He waked for both he pray'd for both he slept | S2 |
Dreaming of both nor was his love the less | K |
Because it was divided and shot forth | M |
Boughs on each side laden with wholesome shade | S2 |
Wherein we nested sleeping or awake | F3 |
And sang aloud the matin song of life | I |
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She was my foster sister on one arm | G3 |
The flaxen ringlets of our infancies | K |
Wander'd the while we rested one soft lap | H3 |
Pillow'd us both a common light of eyes | K |
Was on us as we lay our baby lips | K |
Kissing one bosom ever drew from thence | K |
The stream of life one stream one life one blood | S2 |
One sustenance which still as thought grew large | I3 |
Still larger moulding all the house of thought | S2 |
Made all our tastes and fancies like perhaps | K |
All all but one and strange to me and sweet | S2 |
Sweet thro' strange years to know that whatsoe'er | M2 |
Our general mother meant for me alone | E2 |
Our mutual mother dealt to both of us | K |
So what was earliest mine in earliest life | I |
I shared with her in whom myself remains | K |
As was our childhood so our infancy | K |
They tell me was a very miracle | O |
Of fellow feeling and communion | P |
They tell me that we would not be alone | E2 |
We cried when we were parted when I wept | S2 |
Her smile lit up the rainbow on my tears | K |
Stay'd on the cloud of sorrow that we loved | S2 |
The sound of one another's voices more | M2 |
Than the gray cuckoo loves his name and learn'd | S2 |
To lisp in tune together that we slept | S2 |
In the same cradle always face to face | K |
Heart beating time to heart lip pressing lip | V2 |
Folding each other breathing on each other | M2 |
Dreaming together dreaming of each other | M2 |
They should have added till the morning light | S2 |
Sloped thro' the pines upon the dewy pane | N2 |
Falling unseal'd our eyelids and we woke | G2 |
To gaze upon each other If this be true | M2 |
At thought of which my whole soul languishes | K |
And faints and hath no pulse no breath as tho' | M |
A man in some still garden should infuse | K |
Rich atar in the bosom of the rose | K |
Till drunk with its own wine and overfull | O |
Of sweetness and in smelling of itself | I |
It fall on its own thorns if this be true | M2 |
And that way my wish leads me evermore | M2 |
Still to believe it 'tis so sweet a thought | S2 |
Why in the utter stillness of the soul | O |
Doth question'd memory answer not nor tell | O |
Of this our earliest our closest drawn | J3 |
Most loveliest earthly heavenliest harmony | K |
O blossom'd portal of the lonely house | K |
Green prelude April promise glad new year | M2 |
Of Being which with earliest violets | K |
And lavish carol of clear throated larks | K |
Filled all the March of life I will not speak of thee | K |
These have not seen thee these can never know thee | K |
They cannot understand me Pass we then | Q2 |
A term of eighteen years Ye would but laugh | I |
If I should tell you how I hoard in thought | S2 |
The faded rhymes and scraps of ancient crones | K |
Gray relics of the nurseries of the world | S2 |
Which are as gems set in my memory | K |
Because she learnt them with me or what use | K |
To know her father left us just before | M2 |
The daffodil was blown or how we found | S2 |
The dead man cast upon the shore All this | K |
Seems to the quiet daylight of your minds | K |
But cloud and smoke and in the dark of mine | K3 |
Is traced with flame Move with me to the event | S2 |
There came a glorious morning such a one | P |
As dawns but once a season Mercury | K |
On such a morning would have flung himself | I |
From cloud to cloud and swum with balanced wings | K |
To some tall mountain when I said to her | M2 |
'A day for Gods to stoop ' she answered 'Ay | L3 |
And men to soar ' for as that other gazed | S2 |
Shading his eyes till all the fiery cloud | S2 |
The prophet and the chariot and the steeds | K |
Suck'd into oneness like a little star | M2 |
Were drunk into the inmost blue we stood | S2 |
When first we came from out the pines at noon | M3 |
With hands for eaves uplooking and almost | S2 |
Waiting to see some blessed shape in heaven | P |
So bathed we were in brilliance Never yet | S2 |
Before or after have I known the spring | L |
Pour with such sudden deluges of light | S2 |
Into the middle summer for that day | S2 |
Love rising shook his wings and charged the winds | K |
With spiced May sweets from bound to bound and blew | M2 |
Fresh fire into the sun and from within | I2 |
Burst thro' the heated buds and sent his soul | O |
Into the songs of birds and touch'd far off | I |
His mountain altars his high hills with flame | N3 |
Milder and purer | M2 |
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Thro' the rocks we wound | S2 |
The great pine shook with lonely sounds of joy | O3 |
That came on the sea wind As mountain streams | K |
Our bloods ran free the sunshine seem'd to brood | S2 |
More warmly on the heart than on the brow | M2 |
We often paused and looking back we saw | K |
The clefts and openings in the mountains fill'd | S2 |
With the blue valley and the glistening brooks | K |
And all the low dark groves a land of love | I |
A land of promise a land of memory | K |
A land of promise flowing with the milk | P3 |
And honey of delicious memories | K |
And down to sea and far as eye could ken | Q2 |
Each way from verge to verge a Holy Land | S2 |
Still growing holier as you near'd the bay | S2 |
For there the Temple stood | S2 |
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When we had reach'd | S2 |
The grassy platform on some hill I stoop'd | S2 |
I gather'd the wild herbs and for her brows | K |
And mine made garlands of the selfsame flower | M2 |
Which she took smiling and with my work thus | K |
Crown'd her clear forehead Once or twice she told me | K |
For I remember all things to let grow | M2 |
The flowers that run poison in their veins | K |
She said 'The evil flourish in the world ' | - |
Then playfully she gave herself the lie | O |
'Nothing in nature is unbeautiful | O |
So brother pluck and spare not ' So I wove | I |
Ev'n the dull blooded poppy stem 'whose flower | M2 |
Hued with the scarlet of a fierce sunrise | K |
Like to the wild youth of an evil prince | K |
Is without sweetness but who crowns himself | I |
Above the naked poisons of his heart | S2 |
In his old age ' A graceful thought of hers | K |
Grav'n on my fancy And oh how like a nymph | I |
A stately mountain nymph she look'd how native | I |
Unto the hills she trod on While I gazed | S2 |
My coronal slowly disentwined itself | I |
And fell between us both tho' while I gazed | S2 |
My spirit leap'd as with those thrills of bliss | K |
That strike across the soul in prayer and show us | K |
That we are surely heard Methought a light | S2 |
Burst from the garland I had wov'n and stood | S2 |
A solid glory on her bright black hair | M2 |
A light methought broke from her dark dark eyes | K |
And shot itself into the singing winds | K |
A mystic light flash'd ev'n from her white robe | Q3 |
As from a glass in the sun and fell about | S2 |
My footsteps on the mountains | K |
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Last we came | N3 |
To what our people call 'The Hill of Woe ' | - |
A bridge is there that look'd at from beneath | M |
Seems but a cobweb filament to link | R3 |
The yawning of an earthquake cloven chasm | W2 |
And thence one night when all the winds ere loud | S2 |
A woful man for so the story went | S2 |
Had thrust his wife and child and dash'd himself | I |
Into the dizzy depth below Below | O |
Fierce in the strength of far descent a stream | S3 |
Flies with a shatter'd foam along the chasm | W2 |
The path was perilous loosely strown with crags | K |
We mounted slowly yet to both there came | N3 |
The joy of life in steepness overcome | W2 |
And victories of ascent and looking down | T3 |
On all that had look'd down on us and joy | O3 |
In breathing nearer heaven and joy to me | K |
High over all the azure circled earth | M |
To breathe with her as if in heaven itself | I |
And more than joy that I to her became | N3 |
Her guardian and her angel raising her | M2 |
Still higher past all peril until she saw | K |
Beneath her feet the region far away | S2 |
Beyond the nearest mountain's bosky brows | K |
Arise in open prospect heath and hill | O |
And hollow lined and wooded to the lips | K |
And steep down walls of battlemented rock | U3 |
Gilded with broom or shatter'd into spires | K |
And glory of broad waters interfused | S2 |
Whence rose as it were breath and steam of gold | S2 |
And over all the great wood rioting | L |
And climbing streak'd or starr'd at intervals | K |
With falling brook or blossom'd bush and last | S2 |
Framing the mighty landscape to the west | S2 |
A purple range of mountain cones between | V |
Whose interspaces gush'd in blinding bursts | K |
The incorporate blaze of sun and sea | K |
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At length | M |
Descending from the point and standing both | M |
There on the tremulous bridge that from beneath | M |
Had seem'd a gossamer filament up in air | M2 |
We paused amid the splendour All the west | S2 |
And ev'n unto the middle south was ribb'd | S2 |
And barr'd with bloom on bloom The sun below | O |
Held for a space 'twixt cloud and wave shower'd down | T3 |
Rays of a mighty circle weaving over | M2 |
That various wilderness a tissue of light | S2 |
Unparallel'd On the other side the moon | M3 |
Half melted into thin blue air stood still | O |
And pale and fibrous as a wither'd leaf | I |
Nor yet endured in presence of His eyes | K |
To indue his lustre most unloverlike | L |
Since in his absence full of light and joy | O3 |
And giving light to others But this most | S2 |
Next to her presence whom I loved so well | O |
Spoke loudly even into my inmost heart | S2 |
As to my outward hearing the loud stream | S3 |
Forth issuing from his portals in the crag | L |
A visible link unto the home of my heart | S2 |
Ran amber toward the west and nigh the sea | K |
Parting my own loved mountains was received | S2 |
Shorn of its strength into the sympathy | K |
Of that small bay which out to open main | N2 |
Glow'd intermingling close beneath the sun | P |
Spirit of Love that little hour was bound | S2 |
Shut in from Time and dedicate to thee | K |
Thy fires from heaven had touch'd it and the earth | M |
They fell on became hallow'd evermore | M2 |
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We turn'd our eyes met hers were bright and mine | K3 |
Were dim with floating tears that shot the sunset | S2 |
In lightnings round me and my name was borne | B3 |
Upon her breath henceforth my name has been | I2 |
A hallow'd memory like the names of old | S2 |
A center'd glory circled memory | K |
And a peculiar treasure brooking not | S2 |
Exchange or currency and in that hour | M2 |
A hope flow'd round me like a golden mist | S2 |
Charm'd amid eddies of melodious airs | K |
A moment ere the onward whirlwind shatter it | S2 |
Waver'd and floated which was less than Hope | Y |
Because it lack'd the power of perfect Hope | Y |
But which was more and higher than all Hope | Y |
Because all other Hope had lower aim | N3 |
Even that this name to which her gracious lips | K |
Did lend such gentle utterance this one name | N3 |
In some obscure hereafter might in wreathe | M |
How lovelier nobler then her life her love | I |
With my life love soul spirit and heart and strength | M |
'Brother ' she said 'let this be call'd henceforth | M |
The Hill of Hope 'and I replied 'O sister | M2 |
My will is one with thine the Hill of Hope ' | - |
Nevertheless we did not change the name | N3 |
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I did not speak I could not speak my love | I |
Love lieth deep Love dwells not in lip depths | K |
Love wraps his wings on either side the heart | S2 |
Constraining it with kisses close and warm | A2 |
Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts | K |
So that they pass not to the shrine of sound | S2 |
Else had the life of that delighted hour | M2 |
Drunk in the largeness of the utterance | K |
Of Love but how should Earthly measure mete | S2 |
The Heavenly unmeasured or unlimited Love | I |
Who scarce can tune his high majestic sense | K |
Unto the thundersong that wheels the spheres | K |
Scarce living in the olian harmony | K |
And flowing odour of the spacious air | M2 |
Scarce housed within the circle of this Earth | M |
Be cabin'd up in words and syllables | K |
Which pass with that which breathes them Sooner Earth | M |
Might go round Heaven and the strait girth of Time | X2 |
Inswathe the fulness of Eternity | K |
Than language grasp the infinite of Love | I |
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O day which did enwomb that happy hour | M2 |
Thou art blessed in the years divinest day | S2 |
O Genius of that hour which dost uphold | S2 |
Thy coronal of glory like a God | S2 |
Amid thy melancholy mates far seen | V |
Who walk before thee ever turning round | S2 |
To gaze upon thee till their eyes are dim | V3 |
With dwelling on the light and depth of thine | K3 |
Thy name is ever worshipp'd among hours | K |
Had I died then I had not seem'd to die | S2 |
For bliss stood round me like the light of Heaven | P |
Had I died then I had not known the death | M |
Yea had the Power from whose right hand the light | S2 |
Of Life issueth and from whose left hand floweth | M |
The Shadow of Death perennial eflluences | K |
Whereof to all that draw the wholesome air | M2 |
Somewhile the one must overflow the other | M2 |
Then had he stemm'd my day with night and driven | P |
My current to the fountain whence it sprang | L |
Even his own abiding excellence | K |
On me methinks that shock of gloom had fall'n | Q2 |
Unfelt and in this glory I had merged | S2 |
The other like the sun I gazed upon | W3 |
Which seeming for the moment due to death | M |
And dipping his head low beneath the verge | X3 |
Yet bearing round about him his own day | S2 |
In confidence of unabated strength | M |
Steppeth from Heaven to Heaven from light to light | S2 |
And holdeth his undimmed forehead far | M2 |
Into a clearer zenith pure of cloud | S2 |
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We trod the shadow of the downward hill | O |
We past from light to dark On the other side | S2 |
Is scoop'd a cavern and a mountain hall | O |
Which none have fathom'd If you go far in | I2 |
The country people rumour you may hear | M2 |
The moaning of the woman and the child | S2 |
Shut in the secret chambers of the rock | L |
I too have heard a sound perchance of streams | K |
Running far on within its inmost halls | K |
The home of darkness but the cavern mouth | M |
Half overtrailed with a wanton weed | S2 |
Gives birth to a brawling brook that passing lightly | K |
Adown a natural stair of tangled roots | K |
Is presently received in a sweet grave | I |
Of eglantines a place of burial | O |
Far lovelier than its cradle for unseen | V |
But taken with the sweetness of the place | K |
It makes a constant bubbling melody | K |
That drowns the nearer echoes Lower down | T3 |
Spreads out a little lake that flooding leaves | K |
Low banks of yellow sand and from the woods | K |
That belt it rise three dark tall cypresses | K |
Three cypresses symbols of mortal woe | O |
That men plant over graves | K |
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Hither we came | N3 |
And sitting down upon the golden moss | K |
Held converse sweet and low low converse sweet | S2 |
In which our voices bore least part The wind | S2 |
Told a lovetale beside us how he woo'd | S2 |
The waters and the waters answering lisp'd | S2 |
To kisses of the wind that sick with love | I |
Fainted at intervals and grew again | Q2 |
To utterance of passion Ye cannot shape | Y3 |
Fancy so fair as is this memory | K |
Methought all excellence that ever was | K |
Had drawn herself from many thousand years | K |
And all the separate Edens of this earth | M |
To centre in this place and time I listen'd | S2 |
And her words stole with most prevailing sweetness | K |
Into my heart as thronging fancies come | W2 |
To boys and girls when summer days are new | M2 |
And soul and heart and body are all at ease | K |
What marvel my Camilla told me all | O |
It was so happy an hour so sweet a place | K |
And I was as the brother of her blood | S2 |
And by that name I moved upon her breath | M |
Dear name which had too much of nearness in it | S2 |
And heralded the distance of this time | X2 |
At first her voice was very sweet and low | O |
As if she were afraid of utterance | K |
But in the onward current of her speech | E3 |
As echoes of the hollow banked brooks | K |
Are fashion'd by the channel which they keep | C3 |
Her words did of their meaning borrow sound | S2 |
Her cheek did catch the colour of her words | K |
I heard and trembled yet I could but hear | M2 |
My heart paused my raised eyelids would not fall | O |
But still I kept my eyes upon the sky | S2 |
I seem'd the only part of Time stood still | O |
And saw the motion of all other things | K |
While her words syllable by syllable | O |
Like water drop by drop upon my ear | M2 |
Fell and I wish'd yet wish'd her not to speak | L |
But she spake on for I did name no wish | T2 |
What marvel my Camilla told me all | O |
Her maiden dignities of Hope and Love | I |
'Perchance ' she said 'return'd ' Even then the stars | K |
Did tremble in their stations as I gazed | S2 |
But she spake on for I did name no wish | T2 |
No wish no hope Hope was not wholly dead | S2 |
But breathing hard at the approach of Death | M |
Camilla my Camilla who was mine | K3 |
No longer in the dearest sense of mine | K3 |
For all the secret of her inmost heart | S2 |
And all the maiden empire of her mind | S2 |
Lay like a map before me and I saw | K |
There where I hoped myself to reign as king | L |
There where that day I crown'd myself as king | L |
There in my realm and even on my throne | E2 |
Another then it seem'd as tho' a link | L |
Of some tight chain within my inmost frame | N3 |
Was riven in twain that life I heeded not | S2 |
Flow'd from me and the darkness of the grave | I |
The darkness of the grave and utter night | S2 |
Did swallow up my vision at her feet | S2 |
Even the feet of her I loved I fell | O |
Smit with exceeding sorrow unto Death | M |
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Then had the earth beneath me yawning cloven | E2 |
With such a sound as when an iceberg splits | K |
From cope to base had Heaven from all her doors | K |
With all her golden thresholds clashing roll'd | S2 |
Her heaviest thunder I had lain as dead | S2 |
Mute blind and motionless as then I lay | S2 |
Dead for henceforth there was no life for me | K |
Mute for henceforth what use were words to me | K |
Blind for the day was as the night to me | K |
The night to me was kinder than the day | S2 |
The night in pity took away my day | S2 |
Because my grief as yet was newly born | E2 |
Of eyes too weak to look upon the light | S2 |
And thro' the hasty notice of the ear | M2 |
Frail Life was startled from the tender love | I |
Of him she brooded over Would I had lain | E2 |
Until the plaited ivy tress had wound | S2 |
Round my worn limbs and the wild brier had driven | E2 |
Its knotted thorns thro' my unpaining brows | K |
Leaning its roses on my faded eyes | K |
The wind had blown above me and the rain | E2 |
Had fall'n upon me and the gilded snake | L |
Had nestled in this bosom throne of Love | I |
But I had been at rest for evermore | M2 |
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Longtime entrancement held me All too soon | E2 |
Life like a wanton too officious friend | S2 |
Who will not hear denial vain and rude | S2 |
With proffer of unwished for services | K |
Entering all the avenues of sense | K |
Past thro' into his citadel the brain | E2 |
With hated warmth of apprehensiveness | K |
And first the chillness of the sprinkled brook | L |
Smote on my brows and then I seem'd to hear | M2 |
Its murmur as the drowning seaman hears | K |
Who with his head below the surface dropt | S2 |
Listens the muffled booming indistinct | S2 |
Of the confused floods and dimly knows | K |
His head shall rise no more and then came in | E2 |
The white light of the weary moon above | I |
Diffused and molten into flaky cloud | S2 |
Was my sight drunk that it did shape to me | K |
Him who should own that name Were it not well | O |
If so be that the echo of that name | N3 |
Ringing within the fancy had updrawn | E2 |
A fashion and a phantasm of the form | A2 |
It should attach to Phantom had the ghastliest | S2 |
That ever lusted for a body sucking | L |
The foul steam of the grave to thicken by it | S2 |
There in the shuddering moonlight brought its face | K |
And what it has for eyes as close to mine | E2 |
As he did better that than his than he | K |
The friend the neighbour Lionel the beloved | S2 |
The loved the lover the happy Lionel | O |
The low voiced tender spirited Lionel | O |
All joy to whom my agony was a joy | O3 |
O how her choice did leap forth from his eyes | K |
O how her love did clothe itself in smiles | K |
About his lips and not one moment's grace | K |
Then when the effect weigh'd seas upon my head | S2 |
To come my way to twit me with the cause | K |
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Was not the land as free thro' all her ways | K |
To him as me Was not his wont to walk | L |
Between the going light and growing night | S2 |
Had I not learnt my loss before he came | N3 |
Could that be more because he came my way | S2 |
Why should he not come my way if he would | S2 |
And yet to night to night when all my wealth | M |
Flash'd from me in a moment and I fell | O |
Beggar'd for ever why should he come my way | S2 |
Robed in those robes of light I must not wear | M2 |
With that great crown of beams about his brows | K |
Come like an angel to a damned soul | O |
To tell him of the bliss he had with God | S2 |
Come like a careless and a greedy heir | M2 |
That scarce can wait the reading of the will | O |
Before he takes possession Was mine a mood | S2 |
To be invaded rudely and not rather | M2 |
A sacred secret unapproached woe | O |
Unspeakable I was shut up with Grief | I |
She took the body of my past delight | S2 |
Narded and swathed and balm'd it for herself | I |
And laid it in a sepulchre of rock | L |
Never to rise again I was led mute | S2 |
Into her temple like a sacrifice | K |
I was the High Priest in her holiest place | K |
Not to be loudly broken in upon | E2 |
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Oh friend thoughts deep and heavy as these well nigh | S2 |
O'erbore the limits of my brain but he | K |
Bent o'er me and my neck his arm up stay'd | S2 |
I thought it was an adder's fold and once | K |
I strove to disengage myself but fail'd | S2 |
Being so feeble she bent above me too | S2 |
Wan was her cheek for whatsoe'er of blight | S2 |
Lives in the dewy touch of pity had made | S2 |
The red rose there a pale one and her eyes | K |
I saw the moonlight glitter on their tears | K |
And some few drops of that distressful rain | E2 |
Fell on my face and her long ringlets moved | S2 |
Drooping and beaten by the breeze and brush'd | S2 |
My fallen forehead in their to and fro | O |
For in the sudden anguish of her heart | S2 |
Loosed from their simple thrall they had flow'd abroad | S2 |
And floated on and parted round her neck | L |
Mantling her form halfway She when I woke | L |
Something she ask'd I know not what and ask'd | S2 |
Unanswer'd since I spoke not for the sound | S2 |
Of that dear voice so musically low | O |
And now first heard with any sense of pain | E2 |
As it had taken life away before | M2 |
Choked all the syllables that strove to rise | K |
From my full heart | S2 |
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The blissful lover too | S2 |
From his great hoard of happiness distill'd | S2 |
Some drops of solace like a vain rich man | E2 |
That having always prosper'd in the world | S2 |
Folding his hands deals comfortable words | K |
To hearts wounded for ever yet in truth | M |
Fair speech was his and delicate of phrase | K |
Falling in whispers on the sense address'd | S2 |
More to the inward than the outward ear | M2 |
As rain of the midsummer midnight soft | S2 |
Scarce heard recalling fragrance and the green | E2 |
Of the dead spring but mine was wholly dead | S2 |
No bud no leaf no flower no fruit for me | K |
Yet who had done or who had suffer'd wrong | L |
And why was I to darken their pure love | I |
If as I found they two did love each other | M2 |
Because my own was darken'd Why was I | S2 |
To cross between their happy star and them | J2 |
To stand a shadow by their shining doors | K |
And vex them with my darkness Did I love her | M2 |
Ye know that I did love her to this present | S2 |
My full orb'd love has waned not Did I love her | M2 |
And could I look upon her tearful eyes | K |
What had she done to weep Why should she weep | C3 |
O innocent of spirit let my heart | S2 |
Break rather whom the gentlest airs of Heaven | E2 |
Should kiss with an unwonted gentleness | K |
Her love did murder mine What then She deem'd | S2 |
I wore a brother's mind she call'd me brother | M2 |
She told me all her love she shall not weep | C3 |
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The brightness of a burning thought awhile | O |
In battle with the glooms of my dark will | O |
Moonlike emerged and to itself lit up | Z2 |
There on the depth of an unfathom'd woe | O |
Reflex of action Starting up at once | K |
As from a dismal dream of my own death | M |
I for I loved her lost my love in Love | I |
I for I loved her graspt the hand she lov'd | S2 |
And laid it in her own and sent my cry | S2 |
Thro' the blank night to Him who loving made | S2 |
The happy and the unhappy love that He | K |
Would hold the hand of blessing over them | J2 |
Lionel the happy and her and her his bride | S2 |
Let them so love that men and boys may say | S2 |
'Lo how they love each other ' till their love | I |
Shall ripen to a proverb unto all | O |
Known when their faces are forgot in the land | S2 |
One golden dream of love from which may death | M |
Awake them with heaven's music in a life | I |
More living to some happier happiness | K |
Swallowing its precedent in victory | K |
And as for me Camilla as for me | K |
The dew of tears is an unwholesome dew | S2 |
They will but sicken the sick plant the more | M2 |
Deem that I love thee but as brothers do | S2 |
So shalt thou love me still as sisters do | S2 |
Or if thou dream aught farther dream but how | M2 |
I could have loved thee had there been none else | K |
To love as lovers loved again by thee | K |
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Or this or somewhat like to this I spake | L |
When I beheld her weep so ruefully | K |
For sure my love should ne'er indue the front | S2 |
And mask of Hate who lives on others' moans | K |
Shall Love pledge Hatred in her bitter draughts | K |
And batten on her poisons Love forbid | S2 |
Love passeth not the threshold of cold Hate | S2 |
And hate is strange beneath the roof of Love | I |
O Love if thou be'st Love dry up these tears | K |
Shed for the love of Love for tho' mine image | Y2 |
The subject of thy power be cold in her | M2 |
Yet like cold snow it melteth in the source | K |
Of these sad tears and feeds their downward flow | O |
So Love arraign'd to judgment and to death | M |
Received unto himself a part of blame | N3 |
Being guiltless as an innocent prisoner | M2 |
Who when the woful sentence hath been past | S2 |
And all the clearness of his fame hath gone | E2 |
Beneath the shadow of the curse of man | E2 |
First falls asleep in swoon wherefrom awaked | S2 |
And looking round upon his tearful friends | K |
Forthwith and in his agony conceives | K |
A shameful sense as of a cleaving crime | X2 |
For whence without some guilt should such grief be | K |
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So died that hour and fell into the abysm | X2 |
Of forms outworn but not to me outworn | E2 |
Who never hail'd another was there one | E2 |
There might be one one other worth the life | I |
That made it sensible So that hour died | S2 |
Like odour rapt into the winged wind | S2 |
Borne into alien lands and far away | S2 |
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There be some hearts so airily built that they | S2 |
They when their love is wreck'd if Love can wreck | L |
On that sharp ridge of utmost doom ride highly | K |
Above the perilous seas of Change and Chance | K |
Nay more hold out the lights of cheerfulness | K |
As the tall ship that many a dreary year | M2 |
Knit to some dismal sandbank far at sea | K |
All thro' the livelong hours of utter dark | L |
Showers slanting light upon the dolorous wave | I |
For me what light what gleam on those black ways | K |
Where Love could walk with banish'd Hope no more | M2 |
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It was ill done to part you Sisters fair | M2 |
Love's arms were wreath'd about the neck of Hope | Y |
And Hope kiss'd Love and Love drew in her breath | M |
In that close kiss and drank her whisper'd tales | K |
They said that Love would die when Hope was gone | E2 |
And Love mourn'd long and sorrow'd after Hope | Y |
At last she sought out Memory and they trod | S2 |
The same old paths where Love had walk'd with Hope | Y |
And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears | K |
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II | S2 |
From that time forth I would not see her more | M2 |
But many weary moons I lived alone | E2 |
Alone and in the heart of the great forest | S2 |
Sometimes upon the hills beside the sea | K |
All day I watch'd the floating isles of shade | S2 |
And sometimes on the shore upon the sands | K |
Insensibly I drew her name until | O |
The meaning of the letters shot into | S2 |
My brain anon the wanton billow wash'd | S2 |
Them over till they faded like my love | I |
The hollow caverns heard me the black brooks | K |
Of the midforest heard me the soft winds | K |
Laden with thistledown and seeds of flowers | K |
Paused in their course to hear me for my voice | K |
Was all of thee the merry linnet knew me | K |
The squirrel knew me and the dragonfly | O |
Shot by me like a flash of purple fire | M2 |
The rough brier tore my bleeding palms the hemlock | L |
Brow high did strike my forehead as I past | S2 |
Yet trod I not the wildflower in my path | M |
Nor bruised the wildbird's egg | L |
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Was this the end | S2 |
Why grew we then together in one plot | S2 |
Why fed we from one fountain drew one sun | E2 |
Why were our mothers' branches of one stem | X2 |
Why were we one in all things save in that | S2 |
Where to have been one had been the cope and crown | E2 |
Of all I hoped and fear'd if that same nearness | K |
Were father to this distance and that one | E2 |
Vauntcourier to this double if Affection | E2 |
Living slew Love and Sympathy hew'd out | S2 |
The bosom sepulchre of Sympathy | K |
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Chiefly I sought the cavern and the hill | O |
Where last we roam'd together for the sound | S2 |
Of the loud stream was pleasant and the wind | S2 |
Came wooingly with woodbine smells Sometimes | K |
All day I sat within the cavern mouth | M |
Fixing my eyes on those three cypress cones | K |
That spired above the wood and with mad hand | S2 |
Tearing the bright leaves of the ivy screen | E2 |
I cast them in the noisy brook beneath | M |
And watch'd them till they vanish'd from my sight | S2 |
Beneath the bower of wreathed eglantines | K |
And all the fragments of the living rock | L |
Huge blocks which some old trembling of the world | S2 |
I lad loosen'd from the mountain till they fell | O |
Half digging their own graves these in my agony | K |
Did I make bare of all the golden moss | K |
Wherewith the dashing runnel in the spring | L |
Had liveried them all over In my brain | E2 |
The spirit seem'd to flag from thought to thought | S2 |
As moonlight wandering thro' a mist my blood | S2 |
Crept like marsh drains thro' all my languid limbs | K |
The motions of my heart seem'd far within me | K |
Unfrequent low as tho' it told its pulses | K |
And yet it shook me that my frame would shudder | M2 |
As if 'twere drawn asunder by the rack | L |
But over the deep graves of Hope and Fear | M2 |
And all the broken palaces of the Past | S2 |
Brooded one master passion evermore | M2 |
Like to a low hung and a fiery sky | S2 |
Above some fair metropolis earth shock'd | S2 |
Hung round with ragged rims and burning folds | K |
Embathing all with wild and woful hues | K |
Great hills of ruins and collapsed masses | K |
Of thundershaken columns indistinct | S2 |
And fused together in the tyrannous light | S2 |
Ruins the ruin of all my life and me | K |
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Sometimes I thought Camilla was no more | M2 |
Some one had told me she was dead and ask'd | S2 |
If I would see her burial then I seem'd | S2 |
To rise and through the forest shadow borne | E2 |
With more than mortal swiftness I ran down | E2 |
The steepy sea bank till I came upon | E2 |
The rear of a procession curving round | S2 |
The silver sheeted bay in front of which | Z3 |
Six stately virgins all in white upbare | M2 |
A broad earth sweeping pall of whitest lawn | E2 |
Wreathed round the bier with garlands in the distance | K |
From out the yellow woods upon the hill | O |
Look'd forth the summit and the pinnacles | K |
Of a gray steeple thence at intervals | K |
A low bell tolling All the pageantry | M2 |
Save those six virgins which upheld the bier | M2 |
Were stoled from head to foot in flowing black | L |
One walk'd abreast with me and veil'd his brow | M2 |
And he was loud in weeping and in praise | K |
Of her we follow'd a strong sympathy | M2 |
Shook all my soul I flung myself upon him | X2 |
In tears and cries I told him all my love | I |
How I had loved her from the first whereat | S2 |
He shrank and howl'd and from his brow drew back | L |
His hand to push me from him and the face | K |
The very face and form of Lionel | O |
Flash'd thro' my eyes into my innermost brain | E2 |
And at his feet I seem'd to faint and fall | O |
To fall and die away I could not rise | K |
Albeit I strove to follow They past on | E2 |
The lordly Phantasms in their floating folds | K |
They past and were no more but I had fallen | E2 |
Prone by the dashing runnel on the grass | K |
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Alway the inaudible invisible thought | S2 |
Artificer and subject lord and slave | I |
Shaped by the audible and visible | O |
Moulded the audible and visible | O |
All crisped sounds of wave and leaf and wind | S2 |
Flatter'd the fancy of my fading brain | E2 |
The cloud pavilion'd element the wood | S2 |
The mountain the three cypresses the cave | I |
Storm sunset glows and glories of the moon | E2 |
Below black firs when silent creeping winds | K |
Laid the long night in silver streaks and bars | K |
Were wrought into the tissue of my dream | X2 |
The moanings in the forest the loud brook | L |
Cries of the partridge like a rusty key | M2 |
Turn'd in a lock owl whoop and dor hawk whirr | M2 |
Awoke me not but were a part of sleep | C3 |
And voices in the distance calling to me | M2 |
And in my vision bidding me dream on | E2 |
Like sounds without the twilight realm of dreams | K |
Which wander round the bases of the hills | K |
And murmur at the low dropt eaves of sleep | C3 |
Half entering the portals Oftentimes | K |
The vision had fair prelude in the end | S2 |
Opening on darkness stately vestibules | K |
To caves and shows of Death whether the mind | S2 |
With some revenge even to itself unknown | E2 |
Made strange division of its suffering | L |
With her whom to have suffering view'd had been | E2 |
Extremest pain or that the clear eyed Spirit | S2 |
Being blunted in the Present grew at length | M |
Prophetical and prescient of whate'er | M2 |
The Future had in store or that which most | S2 |
Enchains belief the sorrow of my spirit | S2 |
Was of so wide a compass it took in | E2 |
All I had loved and my dull agony | M2 |
Ideally to her transferr'd became | X2 |
Anguish intolerable | O |
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The day waned | S2 |
Alone I sat with her about my brow | M2 |
Her warm breath floated in the utterance | K |
Of silver chorded tones her lips were sunder'd | S2 |
With smiles of tranquil bliss which broke in light | S2 |
Like morning from her eyes her eloquent eyes | K |
As I have seen them many a hundred times | K |
Fill'd all with pure clear fire thro' mine down rain'd | S2 |
Their spirit searching splendours As a vision | E2 |
Unto a haggard prisoner iron stay'd | S2 |
In damp and dismal dungeons underground | S2 |
Confined on points of faith when strength is shock'd | S2 |
With torment and expectancy of worse | K |
Upon the morrow thro' the ragged walls | K |
All unawares before his half shut eyes | K |
Comes in upon him in the dead of night | S2 |
And with the excess of sweetness and of awe | A4 |
Makes the heart tremble and the sight run over | M2 |
Upon his steely gyves so those fair eyes | K |
Shone on my darkness forms which ever stood | S2 |
Within the magic cirque of memory | M2 |
Invisible but deathless waiting still | O |
The edict of the will to reassume | X2 |
The semblance of those rare realities | K |
Of which they were the mirrors Now the light | S2 |
Which was their life burst through the cloud of thought | S2 |
Keen irrepressible | O |
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It was a room | X2 |
Within the summer house of which I spake | L |
Hung round with paintings of the sea and one | E2 |
A vessel in mid ocean her heaved prow | M2 |
Clambering the mast bent and the ravin wind | S2 |
In her sail roaring From the outer day | S2 |
Betwixt the close set ivies came a broad | S2 |
And solid beam of isolated light | S2 |
Crowded with driving atomies and fell | O |
Slanting upon that picture from prime youth | M |
Well known well loved She drew it long ago | O |
Forthgazing on the waste and open sea | M2 |
One morning when the upblown billow ran | E2 |
Shoreward beneath red clouds and I had pour'd | S2 |
Into the shadowing pencil's naked forms | K |
Colour and life it was a bond and seal | O |
Of friendship spoken of with tearful smiles | K |
A monument of childhood and of love | I |
The poesy of childhood my lost love | I |
Symbol'd in storm We gazed on it together | M2 |
In mute and glad remembrance and each heart | S2 |
Grew closer to the other and the eye | S2 |
Was riveted and charm bound gazing like | L |
The Indian on a still eyed snake low couch'd | S2 |
A beauty which is death when all at once | K |
That painted vessel as with inner life | I |
Began to heave upon that painted sea | M2 |
An earthquake my loud heart beats made the ground | S2 |
Reel under us and all at once soul life | I |
And breath and motion past and flow'd away | S2 |
To those unreal billows round and round | S2 |
A whirlwind caught and bore us mighty gyres | M2 |
Rapid and vast of hissing spray wind driven | E2 |
Far thro' the dizzy dark Aloud she shriek'd | S2 |
My heart was cloven with pain I wound my arms | M2 |
About her we whirl'd giddily the wind | S2 |
Sung but I clasp'd her without fear her weight | S2 |
Shrank in my grasp and over my dim eyes | M2 |
And parted lips which drank her breath down hung | L |
The jaws of Death I groaning from me flung | L |
Her to empty phantom all the sway and whirl | O |
Of the storm dropt to windless calm and I | S2 |
Down welter'd thro' the dark ever and ever | M2 |
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III | S2 |
I came one day and sat among the stones | M2 |
Strewn in the entry of the moaning cave | I |
A morning air sweet after rain ran over | M2 |
The rippling levels of the lake and blew | O |
Coolness and moisture and all smells of bud | S2 |
And foliage from the dark and dripping woods | M2 |
Upon my fever'd brows that shook and throbb'd | S2 |
From temple unto temple To what height | S2 |
The day had grown I know not Then came on me | M2 |
The hollow tolling of the bell and all | O |
The vision of the bier As heretofore | M2 |
I walk'd behind with one who veil'd his brow | M2 |
Methought by slow degrees the sullen bell | O |
Toll'd quicker and the breakers on the shore | M2 |
Sloped into louder surf those that went with me | M2 |
And those that held the bier before my face | M2 |
Moved with one spirit round about the bay | S2 |
Trod swifter steps and while I walk'd with these | M2 |
In marvel at that gradual change I thought | S2 |
Four bells instead of one began to ring | L |
Four merry bells four merry marriage bells | M2 |
In clanging cadence jangling peal on peal | O |
A long loud clash of rapid marriage bells | M2 |
Then those who led the van and those in rear | M2 |
Rush'd into dance and like wild Bacchanals | M2 |
Fled onward to the steeple in the woods | M2 |
I too was borne along and felt the blast | S2 |
Beat on my heated eyelids all at once | M2 |
The front rank made a sudden halt the bells | M2 |
Lapsed into frightful stillness the surge fell | O |
From thunder into whispers those six maids | M2 |
With shrieks and ringing laughter on the sand | S2 |
Threw down the bier the woods upon the hill | O |
Waved with a sudden gust that sweeping down | E2 |
Took the edges of the pall and blew it far | M2 |
Until it hung a little silver cloud | S2 |
Over the sounding seas I turn'd my heart | S2 |
Shrunk in me like a snowflake in the hand | S2 |
Waiting to see the settled countenance | M2 |
Of her I loved adorn'd with fading flowers | M2 |
But she from out her death like chrysalis | M2 |
She from her bier as into fresher life | I |
My sister and my cousin and my love | I |
Leapt lightly clad in bridal white her hair | M2 |
Studded with one rich Provence rose a light | S2 |
Of smiling welcome round her lips her eyes | M2 |
And cheeks as bright as when she climb'd the hill | O |
One hand she reach'd to those that came behind | S2 |
And while I mused nor yet endured to take | L |
So rich a prize the man who stood with me | M2 |
Stept gaily forward throwing down his robes | M2 |
And claspt her hand in his again the bells | M2 |
Jangled and clang'd again the stormy surf | I |
Crash'd in the shingle and the whirling rout | S2 |
Led by those two rush'd into dance and fled | S2 |
Wind footed to the steeple in the woods | M2 |
Till they were swallow'd in the leafy bowers | M2 |
And I stood sole beside the vacant bier | M2 |
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There there my latest vision then the event | S2 |
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IV | I |
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THE GOLDEN SUPPER | M2 |
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Another speaks | M2 |
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He flies the event he leaves the event to me | M2 |
Poor Julian how he rush'd away the bells | M2 |
Those marriage bells echoing in ear and heart | S2 |
But cast a parting glance at me you saw | M2 |
As who should say 'Continue ' Well he had | S2 |
One golden hour of triumph shall I say | M2 |
Solace at least before he left his home | X2 |
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Would you had seen him in that hour of his | M2 |
He moved thro' all of it majestically | M2 |
Restrain'd himself quite to the close but now | M2 |
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Whether they were his lady's marriage bells | M2 |
Or prophets of them in his fantasy | M2 |
I never ask'd but Lionel and the girl | O |
Were wedded and our Julian came again | E2 |
Back to his mother's house among the pines | M2 |
But these their gloom the mountains and the Bay | M2 |
The whole land weigh'd him down as tna does | M2 |
The Giant of Mythology he would go | O |
Would leave the land for ever and had gone | E2 |
Surely but for a whisper 'Go not yet ' | - |
Some warning sent divinely as it seem'd | S2 |
By that which follow'd but of this I deem | X2 |
As of the visions that he told the event | S2 |
Glanced back upon them in his after life | I |
And partly made them tho' he knew it not | S2 |
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And thus he stay'd and would not look at her | M2 |
No not for months but when the eleventh moon | E2 |
After their marriage lit the lover's Bay | M2 |
Heard yet once more the tolling bell and said | S2 |
Would you could toll me out of life but found | S2 |
All softly as his mother broke it to him | X2 |
A crueller reason than a crazy ear | M2 |
For that low knell tolling his lady dead | S2 |
Dead and had lain three days without a pulse | M2 |
All that look'd on her had pronounced her dead | S2 |
And so they bore her for in Julian's land | S2 |
They never nail a dumb head up in elm | X2 |
Bore her free faced to the free airs of heaven | E2 |
And laid her in the vault of her own kin | E2 |
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What did he then not die he is here and hale | O |
Not plunge headforemost from the mountain there | M2 |
And leave the name of Lover's Leap not he | M2 |
He knew the meaning of the whisper now | M2 |
Thought that he knew it 'This I stay'd for this | M2 |
O love I have not seen you for so long | L |
Now now will I go down into the grave | I |
I will be all alone with all I love | I |
And kiss her on the lips She is his no more | M2 |
The dead returns to me and I go down | E2 |
To kiss the dead ' | - |
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The fancy stirr'd him so | O |
He rose and went and entering the dim vault | S2 |
And making there a sudden light beheld | S2 |
All round about him that which all will be | M2 |
The light was but a flash and went again | E2 |
Then at the far end of the vault he saw | M2 |
His lady with the moonlight on her face | M2 |
Her breast as in a shadow prison bars | M2 |
Of black and bands of silver which the moon | E2 |
Struck from an open grating overhead | S2 |
High in the wall and all the rest of her | M2 |
Drown'd in the gloom and horror of the vault | S2 |
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'It was my wish ' he said 'to pass to sleep | C3 |
To rest to be with her till the great day | S2 |
Peal'd on us with that music which rights all | O |
And raised us hand in hand ' And kneeling there | M2 |
Down in the dreadful dust that once was man | E2 |
Dust as he said that once was loving hearts | M2 |
Hearts that had beat with such a love as mine | E2 |
Not such as mine no nor for such as her | M2 |
He softly put his arm about her neck | L |
And kiss'd her more than once till helpless death | M |
And silence made him bold nay but I wrong him | X2 |
He reverenced his dear lady even in death | M |
But placing his true hand upon her heart | S2 |
'O you warm heart ' he moan'd 'not even death | M |
Can chill you all at once ' then starting thought | S2 |
His dreams had come again 'Do I wake or sleep | C3 |
Or am I made immortal or my love | I |
Mortal once more ' It beat the heart it beat | S2 |
Faint but it beat at which his own began | E2 |
To pulse with such a vehemence that it drown'd | S2 |
The feebler motion underneath his hand | S2 |
But when at last his doubts were satisfied | S2 |
He raised her softly from the sepulchre | M2 |
And wrapping her all over with the cloak | L |
He came in and now striding fast and now | M2 |
Sitting awhile to rest but evermore | M2 |
Holding his golden burthen in his arms | M2 |
So bore her thro' the solitary land | S2 |
Back to the mother's house where she was born | E2 |
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There the good mother's kindly ministering | L |
With half a night's appliances recall'd | S2 |
Her fluttering life she rais'd an eye that ask'd | S2 |
'Where ' till the things familiar to her youth | M |
Had made a silent answer then she spoke | L |
'Here and how came I here ' and learning it | S2 |
They told her somewhat rashly as I think | L |
At once began to wander and to wail | O |
'Ay but you know that you must give me back | L |
Send bid him come ' but Lionel was away | S2 |
Stung by his loss had vanish'd none knew where | M2 |
'He casts me out ' she wept 'and goes' a wail | O |
That seeming something yet was nothing born | E2 |
Not from believing mind but shatter'd nerve | I |
Yet haunting Julian as her own reproof | I |
At some precipitance in her burial | O |
Then when her own true spirit had return'd | S2 |
'Oh yes and you ' she said 'and none but you | O |
For you have given me life and love again | E2 |
And none but you yourself shall tell him of it | S2 |
And you shall give me back when he returns ' | - |
'Stay then a little ' answer'd Julian 'here | M2 |
And keep yourself none knowing to yourself | I |
And I will do your will I may not stay | S2 |
No not an hour but send me notice of him | X2 |
When he returns and then will I return | E2 |
And I will make a solemn offering of you | O |
To him you love ' And faintly she replied | S2 |
'And I will do your will and none shall know ' | - |
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Not know with such a secret to be known | E2 |
But all their house was old and loved them both | M |
And all the house had known the loves of both | M |
Had died almost to serve them any way | S2 |
And all the land was waste and solitary | M2 |
And then he rode away but after this | M2 |
An hour or two Camilla's travail came | X2 |
Upon her and that day a boy was born | E2 |
Heir of his face and land to Lionel | O |
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And thus our lonely lover rode away | S2 |
And pausing at a hostel in a marsh | B4 |
There fever seized upon him myself was then | E2 |
Travelling that land and meant to rest an hour | M2 |
And sitting down to such a base repast | S2 |
It makes me angry yet to speak of it | S2 |
I heard a groaning overhead and climb'd | S2 |
The moulder'd stairs for everything was vile | O |
And in a loft with none to wait on him | X2 |
Found as it seem'd a skeleton alone | E2 |
Raving of dead men's dust and beating hearts | M2 |
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A dismal hostel in a dismal land | S2 |
A flat malarian world of reed and rush | C4 |
But there from fever and my care of him | X2 |
Sprang up a friendship that may help us yet | S2 |
For while we roam'd along the dreary coast | S2 |
And waited for her message piece by piece | M2 |
I learnt the drearier story of his life | I |
And tho' he loved and honour'd Lionel | O |
Found that the sudden wail his lady made | S2 |
Dwelt in his fancy did he know her worth | M |
Her beauty even should he not be taught | S2 |
Ev'n by the price that others set upon it | S2 |
The value of that jewel he had to guard | S2 |
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Suddenly came her notice and we past | S2 |
I with our lover to his native Bay | S2 |
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This love is of the brain the mind the soul | O |
That makes the sequel pure tho' some of us | M2 |
Beginning at the sequel know no more | M2 |
Not such am I and yet I say the bird | S2 |
That will not hear my call however sweet | S2 |
But if my neighbour whistle answers him | X2 |
What matter there are others in the wood | S2 |
Yet when I saw her and I thought him crazed | S2 |
Tho' not with such a craziness as needs | M2 |
A cell and keeper those dark eyes of hers | M2 |
Oh such dark eyes and not her eyes alone | E2 |
But all from these to where she touch'd on earth | M |
For such a craziness as Julian's look'd | S2 |
No less than one divine apology | M2 |
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So sweetly and so modestly she came | X2 |
To greet us her young hero in her arms | M2 |
'Kiss him ' she said 'You gave me life again | E2 |
He but for you had never seen it once | M2 |
His other father you Kiss him and then | E2 |
Forgive him if his name be Julian too ' | - |
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Talk of lost hopes and broken heart his own | E2 |
Sent such a flame into his face I knew | O |
Some sudden vivid pleasure hit him there | M2 |
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But he was all the more resolved to go | O |
And sent at once to Lionel praying him | X2 |
By that great love they both had borne the dead | S2 |
To come and revel for one hour with him | X2 |
Before he left the land for evermore | M2 |
And then to friends they were not many who lived | S2 |
Scatteringly about that lonely land of his | M2 |
And bad them to a banquet of farewells | M2 |
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And Julian made a solemn feast I never | M2 |
Sat at a costlier for all round his hall | O |
From column on to column as in a wood | S2 |
Not such as here an equatorial one | E2 |
Great garlands swung and blossom'd and beneath | M |
Heirlooms and ancient miracles of Art | S2 |
Chalice and salver wines that Heaven knows when | E2 |
Had suck'd the fire of some forgotten sun | E2 |
And kept it thro' a hundred years of gloom | X2 |
Yet glowing in a heart of ruby cups | M2 |
Where nymph and god ran ever round in gold | S2 |
Others of glass as costly some with gems | M2 |
Moveable and resettable at will | O |
And trebling all the rest in value Ah heavens | M2 |
Why need I tell you all suffice to say | S2 |
That whatsoever such a house as his | M2 |
And his was old has in it rare or fair | M2 |
Was brought before the guest and they the guests | M2 |
Wonder'd at some strange light in Julian's eyes | M2 |
I told you that he had his golden hour | M2 |
And such a feast ill suited as it seem'd | S2 |
To such a time to Lionel's loss and his | M2 |
And that resolved self exile from a land | S2 |
He never would revisit such a feast | S2 |
So rich so strange and stranger ev'n than rich | Z3 |
But rich as for the nuptials of a king | L |
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And stranger yet at one end of the hall | O |
Two great funereal curtains looping down | E2 |
Parted a little ere they met the floor | M2 |
About a picture of his lady taken | E2 |
Some years before and falling hid the frame | X2 |
And just above the parting was a lamp | D4 |
So the sweet figure folded round with night | S2 |
Seem'd stepping out of darkness with a smile | O |
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Well then our solemn feast we ate and drank | L |
And might the wines being of such nobleness | M2 |
Have jested also but for Julian's eyes | M2 |
And something weird and wild about it all | O |
What was it for our lover seldom spoke | L |
Scarce touch'd the meats but ever and anon | E2 |
A priceless goblet with a priceless wine | E2 |
Arising show'd he drank beyond his use | M2 |
And when the feast was near an end he said | S2 |
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'There is a custom in the Orient friends | M2 |
I read of it in Persia when a man | E2 |
Will honour those who feast with him he brings | M2 |
And shows them whatsoever he accounts | M2 |
Of all his treasures the most beautiful | O |
Gold jewels arms whatever it may be | M2 |
This custom ' | - |
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Pausing here a moment all | O |
The guests broke in upon him with meeting hands | M2 |
And cries about the banquet 'Beautiful | O |
Who could desire more beauty at a feast ' | - |
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The lover answer'd 'There is more than one | E2 |
Here sitting who desires it Laud me not | S2 |
Before my time but hear me to the close | M2 |
This custom steps yet further when the guest | S2 |
Is loved and honour'd to the uttermost | S2 |
For after he hath shown him gems or gold | S2 |
He brings and sets before him in rich guise | M2 |
That which is thrice as beautiful as these | M2 |
The beauty that is dearest to his heart | S2 |
O my heart's lord would I could show you he says | M2 |
Ev'n my heart too And I propose to night | S2 |
To show you what is clearest to my heart | S2 |
And my heart too | S2 |
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'But solve me first a doubt | S2 |
I knew a man nor many years ago | O |
He had a faithful servant one who loved | S2 |
His master more than all on earth beside | S2 |
He falling sick and seeming close on death | M |
His master would not wait until he died | S2 |
But bad his menials bear him from the door | M2 |
And leave him in the public way to die | S2 |
I knew another not so long ago | O |
Who found the dying servant took him home | X2 |
And fed and cherish'd him and saved his life | I |
I ask you now should this first master claim | X2 |
His service whom does it belong to him | X2 |
Who thrust him out or him who saved his life ' | - |
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This question so flung clown before the guests | M2 |
And balanced either way by each at length | M |
When some were doubtful how the law would hold | S2 |
Was handed over by consent of all | O |
To one who had not spoken Lionel | O |
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Fair speech was his and delicate of phrase | M2 |
And he beginning languidly his loss | M2 |
Weigh'd on him yet but warming as he went | S2 |
Glanced at the point of law to pass it by | S2 |
Affirming that as long as either lived | S2 |
By all the laws of love and gratefulness | M2 |
The service of the one so saved was due | S2 |
All to the saver adding with a smile | O |
The first for many weeks a semi smile | O |
As at a strong conclusion 'body and soul | O |
And life and limbs all his to work his will ' | - |
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Then Julian made a secret sign to me | M2 |
To bring Camilla down before them all | O |
And crossing her own picture as she came | X2 |
And looking as much lovelier as herself | I |
Is lovelier than all others on her head | S2 |
A diamond circlet and from under this | M2 |
A veil that seemed no more than gilded air | M2 |
Flying by each fine ear an Eastern gauze | M2 |
With seeds of gold so with that grace of hers | M2 |
Slow moving as a wave against the wind | S2 |
That flings a mist behind it in the sun | E2 |
And hearing high in arms the mighty babe | E4 |
The younger Julian who himself was crown'd | S2 |
With roses none so rosy as himself | I |
And over all her babe and her the jewels | M2 |
Of many generations of his house | M2 |
Sparkled and flash'd for he had decked them out | S2 |
As for a solemn sacrifice of love | I |
So she came in I am long in telling it | S2 |
I never yet beheld a thing so strange | F4 |
Sad sweet and strange together floated in | E2 |
While all the guests in mute amazement rose | M2 |
And slowly pacing to the middle hall | O |
Before the board there paused and stood her breast | S2 |
Hard heaving and her eyes upon her feet | S2 |
Not daring yet to glance at Lionel | O |
But him she carried him nor lights nor feast | S2 |
Dazed or amazed nor eyes of men who cared | S2 |
Only to use his own and staring wide | S2 |
And hungering for the gilt and jewell'd world | S2 |
About him look'd as he is like to prove | I |
When Julian goes the lord of all he saw | M2 |
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'My guests ' said Julian 'you are honour'd now | E2 |
Ev'n to the uttermost in her behold | S2 |
Of all my treasures the most beautiful | O |
Of all things upon earth the dearest to me ' | - |
Then waving us a sign to seat ourselves | M2 |
Led his dear lady to a chair of state | S2 |
And I by Lionel sitting saw his face | M2 |
Fire and dead ashes and all fire again | E2 |
Thrice in a second felt him tremble too | S2 |
And heard him muttering 'So like so like | L |
She never had a sister I knew none | E2 |
Some cousin of his and hers O God so like ' | - |
And then he suddenly ask'd her if she were | M2 |
She shook and cast her eyes down and was dmnb | E4 |
And then some other question'd if she came | X2 |
From foreign lands and still she did not speak | L |
Another if the boy were hers but she | M2 |
To all their queries answer'd not a word | S2 |
Which made the amazement more till one of them | X2 |
Said shuddering 'Her spectre ' But his friend | S2 |
Replied in half a whisper 'Not at least | S2 |
The spectre that will speak if spoken to | S2 |
Terrible pity if one so beautiful | O |
Prove as I almost dread to find her dumb ' | - |
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But Julian sitting by her answer'd all | O |
She is but dumb because in her you see | M2 |
That faithful servant whom we spoke about | S2 |
Obedient to her second master now | E2 |
Which will not last I have here to night a guest | S2 |
So bound to me by common love and loss | M2 |
What I shall I bind him more in his behalf | I |
Shall I exceed the Persian giving him | X2 |
That which of all things is the dearest to me | M2 |
Not only showing and he himself pronounced | S2 |
That my rich gift is wholly mine to give | I |
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'Now all be dumb and promise all of you | S2 |
Not to break in on what I say by word | S2 |
Or whisper while I show you all my heart ' | - |
And then began the story of his love | I |
As here to day but not so wordily | O |
The passionate moment would not suffer that | S2 |
Past thro' his visions to the burial thence | M2 |
Down to this last strange hour in his own hall | O |
And then rose up and with him all his guests | M2 |
Once more as by enchantment all but he | M2 |
Lionel who fain had risen but fell again | E2 |
And sat as if in chains to whom he said | S2 |
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'Take my free gift my cousin for your wife | I |
And were it only for the giver's sake | L |
And tho' she seem so like the one you lost | S2 |
Yet cast her not away so suddenly | M2 |
Lest there be none left here to bring her back | L |
I leave this land for ever ' Here he ceased | S2 |
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Then taking his dear lady by one hand | S2 |
And bearing on one arm the noble babe | E4 |
He slowly brought them both to Lionel | O |
And there the widower husband and dead wife | I |
Rush'd each at each with a cry that rather seem'd | S2 |
For some new death than for a life renew'd | S2 |
Whereat the very babe began to wail | O |
At once they turn'd and caught and brought him in | E2 |
To their charm'd circle and half killing him | X2 |
With kisses round him closed and claspt again | E2 |
But Lionel when at last he freed himself | I |
From wife and child and lifted up a face | M2 |
All over glowing with the sun of life | I |
And love and boundless thanks the sight of this | M2 |
So frighted our good friend that turning to me | M2 |
And saying 'It is over let us go' | L |
There were our horses ready at the doors | M2 |
We bad them no farewell but mounting these | M2 |
He past for ever from his native land | S2 |
And I with him my Julian back to mine | E2 |
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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