Laurance Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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He knew she did not love him but so longB
As rivals were unknown to him he dweltC
At ease and did not find his love a painD
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He had much deference in his nature needE
To honor it became him he was frankF
Fresh hardy of a joyous mind and strongB
Looked all things straight in the face So when she cameG
Before him first he looked at her and lookedH
No more but colored to his healthful browI
And wished himself a better man and thoughtJ
On certain things and wished they were undoneK
Because her girlish innocence the graceL
Of her unblemished pureness wrought in himM
A longing and aspiring and a shameG
To think how wicked was the world that worldN
Which he must walk in while from her and suchO
As she was it was hidden there was madeP
A clean path and the girl moved on like oneK
In some enchanted ringQ
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In his young heartR
She reigned with all the beauties that she hadS
And all the virtues that he rightly tookT
For granted there he set her with her crownU
And at her first enthronement he turned outV
Much that was best away for unawareW
His thoughts grew noble She was always thereW
And knew it not and he grew like to herX
And like to what he thought herX
Now he dweltC
With kin that loved him well two fine old folkY
A rich right honest yeoman and his dameG
Their only grandson he their pride their heirW
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To these one daughter had been born one childZ
And as she grew to woman Look they saidA2
She must not leave us let us build a wingQ
With cheerful rooms and wide to our old grangeB2
There may she dwell with her good man and allC2
God sends them Then the girl in her first youthD2
Married a curate handsome poor in purseE2
Of gentle blood and manners and he livedF2
Under her father's roof as they had plannedG2
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Full soon for happy years are short they filledH2
The house with children four were born to themI2
Then came a sickly season fever spreadA2
Among the poor The curate never slackJ2
In duty praying by the sick or worseE2
Burying the dead when all the air was cloggedK2
With poisonous mist was stricken long he layL2
Sick almost to the death and when his headA2
He lifted from the pillow there was leftM2
One only of that pretty flock his girlsN2
His three were cold beneath the sod his boyO2
Their eldest born remainedP2
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The drooping wifeQ2
Bore her great sorrow in such quiet wiseR2
That first they marvelled at her then they triedS2
To rouse her showing her their bitter griefT2
Lamenting and not sparing but she sighedS2
Let me alone it will not be for longB
Then did her mother tremble murmuring outV
Dear child the best of comfort will be soonU2
O when you see this other little faceL
You will please God be comfortedV2
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She saidA2
I shall not live to see it but she didV2
little sickly face a wan thin faceL
Then she grew eager and her eyes were brightW2
When she would plead with them Take me awayL2
Let me go south it is the bitter blastX2
That chills my tender babe she cannot thriveY2
Under the desolate dull mournful cloudZ2
Then all they journeyed south together muteA3
With past and coming sorrow till the sunK
In gardens edging the blue tideless mainD
Warmed them and calmed the aching at their heartsB3
And all went better for a while but notC3
For long They sitting by the orange treesD3
Once rested and the wife was very stillE3
One woman with narcissus flowers heaped upF3
Let down her basket from her head but pausedG3
With pitying gesture and drew near and stoopedH3
Taking a white wild face upon her breastI3
The little babe on its poor mother's kneesD3
None marking it none knowing else had diedS2
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The fading mother could not stay behindJ3
Her heart was broken but it awed them mostK3
To feel they must not dared not pray for lifeQ2
Seeing she longed to go and went so gladlyL3
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After these three who loved each other wellM3
Brought their one child away and they were bestI3
Together in the wide old grange Full oftN3
The father with the mother talked of herX
Their daughter but the husband nevermoreO3
He looked for solace in his work and gaveP3
His mind to teach his boy And time went onQ3
Until the grandsire prayed those other twoR3
Now part with him it must be for his goodS3
He rules and knows it choose for him a schoolT3
Let him have all advantages and allC2
Good training that should make a gentlemanK
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With that they parted from their boy and livedF2
Longing between his holidays and timeU3
Sped he grew on till he had eighteen yearsV3
His father loved him wished to make of himM
Another parson but the farmer's wifeQ2
Murmured at that No no they learned bad waysW3
They ran in debt at college she had heardX3
That many rued the day they sent their boysY3
To college and between the two broke inZ3
His grandsire Find a sober honest manA4
A scholar for our lad should see the worldN
While he is young that he may marry youngB4
He will not settle and be satisfiedS2
Till he has run about the world awhileC4
Good lack I longed to travel in my youthD2
And had no chance to do it Send him offD4
A sober man being found to trust him withE4
One with the fear of God before his eyesR2
And he prevailed the careful father choseF4
A tutor young the worthy matron thoughtJ
In truth not ten years older than her boyO2
And glad as he to range and keen for snowsF4
Desert and ocean And they made strange choiceG4
Of where to go left the sweet day behindJ3
And pushed up north in whaling ships to feelH4
What cold was see the blowing whale come upF3
And Arctic creatures while a scarlet sunK
Went round and round crowd on the clear blue bergI4
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Then did the trappers have them and they heardX3
Nightly the whistling calls of forest menJ4
That mocked the forest wonners and they sawK4
Over the open raging up like doomL4
The dangerous dust cloud that was full of eyesR2
The bisons So were three years gone like oneK
And the old cities drew them for a whileC4
Great mothers by the Tiber and the SeineL3
They have hid many sons hard by their seatsM4
But all the air is stirring with them stillE3
The waters murmur of them skies at eveN4
Are stained with their rich blood and every soundO4
Means menJ4
At last the fourth year running outV
The youth came home And all the cheerful houseP4
Was decked in fresher colors and the dameG
Was full of joy But in the father's heartR
Abode a painful doubt It is not wellM3
He cannot spend his life with dog and gunK
I do not care that my one son should sleepQ4
Merely for keeping him in breath and wakeR4
Only to ride to coverX
Not the lessS4
The grandsire pondered Ay the boy must WORKT4
Or SPEND and I must let him spend just stayL2
Awhile with us and then from time to timeU3
Have leave to be away with those fine folkY
With whom these many years at school and nowI
During his sojourn in the foreign townsU4
He has been made familiar Thus a monthV4
Went by They liked the stirring ways of youthD2
The quick elastic step and joyous mindJ3
Ever expectant of it knew not whatW4
But something higher than has e'er been bornX4
Of easy slumber and sweet competenceY4
And as for him the while they thought and thoughtJ
A comfortable instinct let him knowZ4
How they had waited for him to complete
And give a meaning to their lives and stillE3
At home but with a sense of newness thereW
And frank and fresh as in the school boy daysW3
He oft invading of his father's haunts
The study where he passed the silent mornX4
Would sit devouring with a greedy joyO2
The piled up books uncut as yet or wakeR4
To guide with him by night the tube and search
Ay think to find new stars then risen betimes
Would ride about the farm and list the talk
Of his hale grandsireW
But a day came roundO4
When after peering in his mother's roomL4
Shaded and shuttered from the light he opedO4
A door and found the rosy grandmotherW
Ensconced and happy in her special prideO4
Her storeroom She was corking syrups rareW
And fruits all sparkling in a crystal coatO4
Here after choice of certain cates well known
He sitting on her bacon chest at ease
Sang as he watched her till right suddenlyL3
As if a new thought came Goody quoth heL3
What think you do they want to do with meL3
What have they planned for me that I should doO4
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Do laddie quoth she faltering half in tears
Are you not happy with us not contentO4
Why would ye go away There is no needO4
That ye should DO at all O bide at home
Have we not plentyL3
Even so he saidO4
I did not wish to goZ4
Nay then quoth sheL3
Be idle let me see your blessed face
What is the horse your father chose for youO4
Not to your mind He is Well well remainD
Do as you will so you but do it hereW
You shall not want for moneyL3
But his arms
Folding he sat and twisted up his mouth
With comical discomfitureW
What thenJ4
She sighed what is it child that you would like
Why said he farmingQ
And she looked at himM
Fond foolish woman that she was to findO4
Some fitness in the worker for the workT4
And she found none A certain grace there was
Of movement and a beauty in the face
Sun browned and healthful beauty that had come
From his grave father and she thought Good lackJ2
A farmer he is fitter for a duke
He walks why how he walks if I should meetO4
One like him whom I knew not I should ask
'And who may that be ' So the foolish thoughtO4
Found words Quoth she half laughing half ashamedO4
We planned to make of you a gentlemanK
And with engaging sweet audacityL3
She thought it nothing less he looking upF3
With a smile in his blue eyes replied to herW
And hav'n't you done it Quoth she lovinglyL3
I think we have laddie I think we have
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Then quoth he I may do what best I like
It makes no matter Goody you were wise
To help me in it and to let me farm
I think of getting into mischief else
No do ye laddie quoth the dame and laughedO4
But ask my grandfather the youth went onQ3
To let me have the farm he bought last yearW
The little one to manage I like landO4
I want some And she womanlike gave wayL2
Convinced and promised and made good her wordO4
And that same night upon the matter spokeY
In presence of the father and the sonK
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Roger quoth she our Laurance wants to farm
I think he might do worse The father satO4
Mute but right glad The grandson breaking inZ3
Set all his wish and his ambition forth
But cunningly the old man hid his joyO2
And made conditions with a faint demurW
Then pausing Let your father speak quoth heL3
I am content if he is at his wordO4
The parson took him ay and parson like
Put a religious meaning in the workT4
Man's earliest work and wished his son God speedO4
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Thus all were satisfied and day by dayL2
For two sweet years a happy course was theirs
Happy but yet the fortunate the youngB4
Loved and much cared for entered on his strifeQ2
A stirring of the heart a quickening keen
Of sight and hearing to the delicateO4
Beauty and music of an altered worldO4
Began to walk in that mysterious lightO4
Which doth reveal and yet transform which gives
Destiny sorrow youth and death and lifeQ2
Intenser meaning in disquietingQ
Lifts up a shining light men call it Love
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Fair modest eyes had she the girl he lovedO4
A silent creature thoughtful grave sincereW
She never turned from him with sweet caprice
Nor changing moved his soul to troublous hope
Nor dropped for him her heavy lashes lowZ4
But excellent in youthful grace came upF3
And ere his words were ready passing onQ3
Had left him all a tremble yet made sureW
That by her own true will and fixed intentO4
She held him thus remote Therefore albeitO4
He knew she did not love him yet so longB
As of a rival unaware he dweltO4
All in the present without fear or hope
Enthralled and whelmed in the deep sea of love
And could not get his head above its waveP3
To reach the far horizon or to mark
Whereto it drifted himM
So long so longB
Then on a sudden came the ruthless fateO4
Showed him a bitter truth and brought him bale
All in the tolling out of noonU2
'Twas thus
Snow time was come it had been snowing hardO4
Across the churchyard path he walked the clock
Began to strike and as he passed the porch
Half turning through a sense that came to himM
As of some presence in it he beheldO4
His love and she had come for shelter thereW
And all her face was fair with rosy bloomL4
The blush of happiness and one held upF3
Her ungloved hand in both his own and stoopedO4
Toward it sitting by her O her eyes
Were full of peace and tender light they lookedO4
One moment in the ungraced lover's face
While he was passing in the snow and heL3
Received the story while he raised his hatO4
Retiring Then the clock left off to strike
And that was all It snowed and he walked onQ3
And in a certain way he marked the snowZ4
And walked and came upon the open heath
And in a certain way he marked the coldO4
And walked as one that had no starting place
Might walk but not to any certain goal
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And he strode on toward a hollow partO4
Where from the hillside gravel had been dug
And he was conscious of a cry and wentO4
Dulled in his sense as though he heard it notO4
Till a small farmhouse drudge a half grown girl
Rose from the shelter of a drift that layL2
Against the bushes crying God O GodO4
O my good God He sends us help at lastO4
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Then looking hard upon her came to himM
The power to feel and to perceive Her teeth
Chattered and all her limbs with shuddering failedO4
And in her threadbare shawl was wrapped a childO4
That looked on him with wondering wistful eyes
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I thought to freeze the girl broke out with tears
Kind sir kind sir and she held out the childO4
As praying him to take it and he didO4
And gave to her the shawl and swathed his charge
In the foldings of his plaid and when it thrustO4
Its small round face against his breast and feltO4
With small red hands for warmth unbearable
Pains of great pity rent his straitened heartO4
For the poor upland dwellers had been outO4
Since morning dawn at early milking timeU3
Wandering and stumbling in the drift And nowI
Lamed with a fall half crippled by the coldO4
Hardly prevailed his arm to drag her onQ3
That ill clad child who yet the younger childO4
Had motherly cared to shield So toiling throughW
The great white storm coming and coming yetO4
And coming till the world confounded satO4
With all her fair familiar features gone
The mountains muffled in an eddying swirl
He led or bore them and the little oneK
Peered from her shelter pleased but oft would mournX4
The elder They will beat me O my canA4
I left my can of milk upon the moorW
And he compared her trouble with his own
And had no heart to speak And yet 'twas keen
It filled her to the putting down of painD
And hunger what could his do moreW
He broughtO4
The children to their home and suddenlyL3
Regained himself and wondering at himself
That he had borne and yet been dumb so longB
The weary wailing of the girl he paidO4
Money to buy her pardon heard them sayL2
Peace we have feared for you forget the milk
It is no matter and went forth againJ4
And waded in the snow and quietlyL3
Considered in his patience what to doW
With all the dull remainder of his days
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With dusk he was at home and felt it goodO4
To hear his kindred talking for it brokeY
A mocking endless echo in his soul
It is no matter and he could not choose
But mutter though the weariness o'ercameU3
His spirit Peace it is no matter peace
It is no matter For he felt that allC2
Was as it had been and his father's heartO4
Was easy knowing not how that same dayL2
Hope with her tender colors and delightO4
He should not care to have him know were deadO4
Yea to all these his nearest and most dearW
It was no matter And he heard them talk
Of timber felled of certain fruitful fields
And profitable markets
All for himU3
Their plans and yet the echoes swarmed and swamU3
About his head whenever there was pause
It is no matter And his greater self
Arose in him and fought It matters muchO
It matters all to these that not to dayL2
Nor ever they should know it I will hideO4
The wound ay hide it with a sleepless careW
What shall I make these three to drink of rueW
Because my cup is bitter And he thrustO4
Himself in thought away and made his ears
Hearken and caused his voice that yet did seemU3
Another to make answer when they spokeY
As there had been no snowstorm and no porch
And no despairW
So this went on awhileC4
Until the snow had melted from the woldO4
And he one noonday wandering up a laneD
Met on a turn the woman whom he lovedO4
Then even to trembling he was moved his speech
Faltered but when the common kindly words
Of greeting were all said and she passed onQ3
He could not bear her sweetness and his painD
Muriel he cried and when she heard her nameU3
She turned You know I love you he broke outO4
She answered Yes and sighedO4
O pardon meU3
Pardon me quoth the lover let me restO4
In certainty and hear it from your mouth
Is he with whom I saw you once of lateO4
To call you wife I hope so she repliedO4
And over all her face the rose bloom cameU3
As thinking on that other unawareW
Her eyes waxed tender When he looked on herW
Standing to answer him with lovely shameU3
Submiss and yet not his a passionateO4
A quickened sense of his great impotence
To drive away the doom got hold on himU3
He set his teeth to force the unbearable
Misery back his wide awakened eyes
Flashed as with flameU3
And she all overawedO4
And mastered by his manhood waited yetO4
And trembled at the deep she could not soundO4
A passionate nature in a storm a heartO4
Wild with a mortal pain and in the grasp
Of an immortal love
Farewell he saidO4
Recovering words and when she gave her handO4
My thanks for your good candor for I feelH4
That it has cost you something Then the blush
Yet on her face she said It was your dueO4
But keep this matter from your friends and kinZ3
We would not have it known Then cold and proudO4
Because there leaped from under his straight lids
And instantly was veiled a keen surprise
He wills it and I therefore think it wellM3
Thereon they parted but from that time forth
Whether they met on festal eve in fieldO4
Or at the church she ever bore herself
Proudly for she had felt a certain painD
The disapproval hastily betrayedO4
And quickly hidden hurt her 'T was a grace
She thought to tell this man the thing he askedO4
And he rewards me with surprise I like
No one's surprise and least of all bestowedO4
Where he bestowed itO4
But the spring came onQ3
Looking to wed in April all her thoughts
Grew loving she would fain the world had waxedO4
More happy with her happiness and oftO4
Walking among the flowery woods she feltO4
Their loveliness reach down into her heartO4
And knew with them the ecstasies of growth
The rapture that was satisfied with lightO4
The pleasure of the leaf in exquisiteO4
Expansion through the lovely longed for springQ
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And as for him Some narrow hearts there areW
That suffer blight when that they fed uponQ3
As something to complete their being fails
And they retire into their holds and pine
And long restrained grow stern But some there areW
That in a sacred want and hunger rise
And draw the misery home and live with itO4
And excellent in honor wait and willE3
That somewhat good should yet be found in itO4
Else wherefore were they born and as for himU3
He loved her but his peace and welfare madeO4
The sunshine of three lives The cheerful grangeB2
Threw open wide its hospitable doors
And drew in guests for him The garden flowers
Sweet budding wonders all were set for himU3
In him the eyes at home were satisfiedO4
And if he did but laugh the ear approvedO4
What then He dwelt among them as of oldO4
And taught his mouth to smileC4
And time went onQ3
Till on a morning when the perfect springQ
Rested among her leaves he journeying homeU3
After short sojourn in a neighboring townU
Stopped at the little station on the line
That ran between his woods a lonely place
And quiet and a woman and a childO4
Got out He noted them but walking onQ3
Quickly went back into the wood impelledO4
By hope for passing he had seen his love
And she was sitting on a rustic seatO4
That overlooked the line and he desiredO4
With longing indescribable to lookT
Upon her face again And he drew nearW
She was right happy she was waiting thereW
He felt that she was waiting for her lordO4
She cared no whit if Laurance went or stayedO4
But answered when he spoke and dropped her cheek
In her fair handO4
And he not able yetO4
To force himself away and never moreW
Behold her gathered blossom primrose flowers
And wild anemone for many a clump
Grew all about him and the hazel rods
Were nodding with their catkins But he heardO4
The stopping train and felt that he must goZ4
His time was come There was nought else to doO4
Or hope for With the blossom he drew nearW
And would have had her take it from his handO4
But she half lost in thought held out her own
And then remembering him and his long love
She said I thank you pray you now forgetO4
Forget me Laurance and her lovely eyes
Softened but he was dumb till through the trees
Suddenly broke upon their quietudeO4
The woman and her child And Muriel saidO4
What will you She made answer quick and keen
Your name my lady 'tis your name I wantO4
Tell me your name Not startled not displeasedO4
But with a musing sweetness on her mouth
As if considering in how short a whileC4
It would be changed she lifted up her face
And gave it and the little child drew nearW
And pulled her gown and prayed her for the flowers
Then Laurance not content to leave them soZ4
Nor yet to wait the coming lover spokeY
Your errand with this lady And your rightO4
To ask it she broke out with sudden heatO4
And passion What is that to you Poor childO4
Madam And Muriel lifted up her face
And looked they looked into each other's eyes
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That man who comes the clear voiced woman criedO4
That man with whom you think to wed so soonU2
You must not heed him What the world is full
Of men and some are good and most God knows
Better than he that I should say it farW
Better And down her face the large tears ranA4
And Muriel's wild dilated eyes looked upF3
Taking a terrible meaning from her words
And Laurance stared about him half in doubtO4
If this were real for all things were so blithe
And soft air tossed the little flowers aboutO4
The child was singing and the blackbirds pipedO4
Glad in fair sunshine And the women both
Were quiet gazing in each other's eyes
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He found his voice and spoke This is not wellM3
Though whom you speak of should have done you wrongB
A man that could desert and plan to wedO4
Will not his purpose yield to God and rightO4
Only to law You whom I pity so muchO
If you be come this day to urge a claimU3
You will not tell me that your claim will holdO4
'Tis only if I read aright the oldO4
Sorrowful hateful storyU3
Muriel sighedO4
With a dull patience that he marvelled atO4
Be plain with me I know not what to think
Unless you are his wife Are you his wifeQ2
Be plain with me And all too quietlyU3
With running down of tears the answer cameU3
Ay madam ay the worse for him and meU3
Then Muriel heard her lover's foot anearU3
And cried upon him with a bitter cryU3
Sharp and despairing And those two stood backJ2
With such affright and violent anger stirredO4
He broke from out the thicket to her sideO4
Not knowing But her hands before her face
She sat and stepping close that woman cameU3
And faced him Then said Muriel O my heartO4
Herbert and he was dumb and ground his teeth
And lifted up his hand and looked at itO4
And at the woman but a man was thereU3
Who whirled her from her place and thrust himself
Between them he was strong a stalwart manA4
And Herbert thinking on it knew his nameU3
What good quoth he though you and I should striveY2
And wrestle all this April day A wordO4
And not a blow is what these women wantO4
Master yourself and say it But he weak
With passion and great anguish flung himself
Upon the seat and cried O lost my love
O Muriel Muriel And the woman spokeY
Sir 'twas an evil day you wed with meU3
And you were young I know it sir right wellM3
Sir I have worked I have not troubled youO4
Not for myself nor for your child I knowZ4
We are not equal Hold he cried have doneK
Your still tame words are worse than hate or scornX4
Get from me Ay my wife my wife indeedO4
All's done You hear it Muriel if you canA4
O sweet forgive meU3
Then the woman movedO4
Slowly away her little singing childO4
Went in her wake and Muriel dropped her hands
And sat before these two that loved her soZ4
Mute and unheeding There were angry words
She knew but yet she could not hear the words
And afterwards the man she loved stooped downU
And kissed her forehead once and then withdrewO4
To look at her and with a gesture prayU3
Her pardon And she tried to speak but failedO4
And presently and soon O he was gone
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She heard him go and Laurance still as stone
Remained beside her and she put her handO4
Before her face again and afterwardO4
She heard a voice as if a long way offD4
Some one entreated but she could not heedO4
Thereon he drew her hand away and raisedO4
Her passive from her seat So then she knewO4
That he would have her go with him go homeU3
It was not far to go a dreary homeU3
A crippled aunt of birth and lineage highU3
Had in her youth and for a place and homeU3
Married the stern old rector and the girl
Dwelt with them she was orphaned had no kinZ3
Nearer than they And Laurance brought her inZ3
And spared to her the telling of this woeZ4
He sought her kindred where they sat apartO4
And laid before them all the cruel thingQ
As he had seen it After he retiredO4
And restless and not master of himself
He day and night haunted the rectory lanes
And all things even to the spreading outO4
Of leaves their flickering shadows on the groundO4
Or sailing of the slow white cloud or peace
And glory and great light on mountain heads
All things were leagued against him ministeredO4
By likeness or by contrast to his love
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But what was that to Muriel though her peace
He would have purchased for her with all prayers
And costly passionate despairing tears
O what to her that he should find it worse
To bear her life's undoing than his own
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She let him see her and she made no moan
But talked full calmly of indifferent things
Which when he heard and marked the faded eyes
And lovely wasted cheek he started upF3
With This I cannot bear and shamed to feelH4
His manhood giving way and utterlyU3
Subdued by her sweet patience and his painD
Made haste and from the window sprang and pacedO4
Battling and chiding with himself the maze
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She suffered and he could not make her wellM3
For all his loving he was naught to herU3
And now his passionate nature set astirU3
Fought with the pain that could not be enduredO4
And like a wild thing suddenly awareU3
That it is caged which flings and bruises allC2
Its body at the bars he rose and ragedO4
Against the misery then he made all worse
With tears But when he came to her againJ4
Willing to talk as they had talked beforeU3
She sighed and said with that strange quietness
I know you have been crying and she bentO4
Her own fair head and weptO4
She felt the coldO4
The freezing cold that deadened all her lifeQ2
Give way a little for this passionateO4
Sorrow and all for her relieved her heartO4
And brought some natural warmth some natural tears
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And after that though oft he sought her doorU3
He might not see her First they said to himU3
She is not well and afterwards Her wish
Is ever to be quiet Then in hasteO4
They took her from the place because so fastO4
She faded As for him though youth and strength
Can bear the weight as of a world at lastO4
The burden of it tells he heard it saidO4
When autumn came The poor sweet thing will dieO4
That shock was mortal And he cared no moreU3
To hide if yet he could have hidden the blightO4
That was laying waste his heart He journeyed south
To Devon where she dwelt with other kinZ3
Good kindly women and he wrote to themU3
Praying that he might see her ere she diedO4
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So in her patience she permitted himU3
To be about her for it eased his heartO4
And as for her that was to die so soonU2
What did it signify She let him weepQ4
Some passionate tears beside her couch she spokeY
Pitying words and then they made him goZ4
It was enough they said her time was shortO4
And he had seen her He HAD seen and feltO4
The bitterness of death but he went homeU3
Being satisfied in that great longing nowI
And able to endure what might befallC2
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And Muriel lay and faded with the yearU3
She lay at the door of death that opened notO4
To take her in for when the days once moreU3
Began a little to increase she feltO4
And it was sweet to her she was so youngB4
She felt a longing for the time of flowers
And dreamed that she was walking in that woodO4
With her two feet among the primroses
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Then when the violet opened she rose upF3
And walked the tender leaf and tender lightO4
Did solace her but she was white and wanQ3
The shadow of that Muriel in the woodO4
Who listened to those deadly words
And nowI
Empurpled seas began to blush and bloomU3
Doves made sweet moaning and the guelder rose
In a great stillness dropped and ever droppedO4
Her wealth about her feet and there it layU3
And drifted not at all The lilac spreadO4
Odorous essence round her and full oftO4
When Muriel felt the warmth her pulses cheerU3
She faded sat among the Maytide bloomU3
And with a reverent quiet in her soul
Took back it was His will her time and satO4
Learning again to liveY2
Thus as she satO4
Upon a day she was aware of oneK
Who at a distance marked her This againJ4
Another day and she was vexed for yetO4
She longed for quiet but she heard a footO4
Pass once again and beckoned through the trees
Laurance And all impatient of unrestO4
And strife ay even of the sight of themU3
When he drew near with tired tired lips
As if her soul upbraided him she saidO4
Why have you done this thing He answered herU3
I am not always master in the fightO4
I could not help itO4
What she sighed not yetO4
O I am sorry and she talked to himU3
As one who looked to live imploring himU3
Try to forget me Let your fancy dwellM3
Elsewhere nor me enrich with it so longB
It wearies me to think of this your love
Forget meU3
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He made answer I will tryO4
The task will take me all my life to learn
Or were it learned I know not how to liveY2
This pain is part of life and being nowI
It is myself but yet but I will tryO4
Then she spoke friendly to him of his homeU3
His father and the old brave loving folkY
She bade him think of them And not her words
But having seen her satisfied his heartO4
He left her and went home to live his lifeQ2
And all the summer heard it said of herU3
Yet she grows stronger but when autumn cameU3
Again she droopedO4
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A bitter thing it is
To lose at once the lover and the love
For who receiveth not may yet keep lifeQ2
In the spirit with bestowal But for herU3
This Muriel all was gone The man she lovedO4
Not only from her present had withdrawn
But from her past and there was no such manA4
There never had beenZ3
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He was not as oneK
Who takes love in like some sweet bird and holds
The winged fluttering stranger to his breastO4
Till after transient stay all unawareU3
It leaves him it has flown No this may liveY2
In memory loved till death He was not vileC4
For who by choice would part with that pure birdO4
And lose the exaltation of its songB
He had not strength of will to keep it fastO4
Nor warmth of heart to keep it warm nor lifeQ2
Of thought to make the echo sound for himU3
After the song was done Pity that manA4
His music is all flown and he forgets
The sweetness of it till at last he thinks
'Twas no great matter But he was not vileC4
Only a thing to pity most in manA4
Weak only poor and if he knew it undoneK
But Herbert When she mused on it her soul
Would fain have hidden him forevermoreU3
Even from herself so pure of speech so frankF
So full of household kindness Ah so goodO4
And true A little she had sometimes thoughtO4
Despondent for himself but strong of faith
In God and faith in her this man had seemedO4
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Ay he was gone and she whom he had wedO4
As Muriel learned was sick was poor was sadO4
And Muriel wrote to comfort her and sendO4
From her small store money to help her needO4
With Pray you keep it secret Then the whole
Of the cruel tale was toldO4
What more She diedO4
Her kin profuse of thanks not bitterlyU3
Wrote of the end Our sister fain had seen
Her husband prayed him sore to come But noZ4
And then she prayed him that he would forgive
Madam her breaking of the truth to youO4
Dear madam he was angry yet we think
He might have let her see before she diedO4
The words she wanted but he did not writeO4
Till she was gone 'I neither can forgive
Nor would I if I could '-
Patience my heartO4
And this then is the man I lovedO4
But yetO4
He sought a lower level for he wroteO4
Telling the story with a different hueO4
Telling of freedom He desired to comeU3
For now said he O love may all be wellM3
And she rose up against it in her soul
For she despised him And with passionate tears
Of shame she wrote and only wrote these words
Herbert I will not see youO4
Then she droopedO4
Again it is so bitter to despise
And all her strength when autumn leaves down droppedO4
Fell from her Ah she thought I rose up once
I cannot rise up now here is the endO4
And all her kinsfolk thought It is the endO4
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But when that other heard It is the endO4
His heart was sick and he as by a powerU3
Far stronger than himself was driven to herU3
Reason rebelled against it but his willE3
Required it of him with a craving strongB
As life and passionate though hopeless painD
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She when she saw his face considered himU3
Full quietly let all excuses pass
Not answered and considered yet againJ4
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He had heard that she was sick what could he doO4
But come and ask her pardon that he cameU3
What could he do indeed a weak white girl
Held all his heartstrings in her small white handO4
His youth and power and majesty were hers
And not his own
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She looked and pitied himU3
Then spoke He loves me with a love that lasts
Ah me that I might get away from itO4
Or better hear it said that love IS NOTO4
And then I could have rest My time is shortO4
I think so short And roused against himself
In stormy wrath that it should be his doomU3
Her to disquiet whom he loved ay herU3
For whom he would have given all his restO4
If there were any left to give he tookT
Her words up bravely promising once moreU3
Absence and praying pardon but some tears
Dropped quietly upon her cheek
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RemainD
She said for there is something to be toldO4
Some words that you must hearU3
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And first hear this
God has been good to me you must not think
That I despair There is a quiet timeU3
Like evening in my soul I have no heartO4
For cruel Herbert killed it long agoZ4
And death strides on Sit then and give your mindO4
To listen and your eyes to look at meU3
Look at my face Laurance how white it is
Look at my hand my beauty is all gone
And Laurance lifted up his eyes he lookedO4
But answered from their deeps that held no doubtO4
Far otherwise than she had willed they saidO4
Lovelier than everU3
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Yet her words went onQ3
Cold and so quiet I have suffered muchO
And I would fain that none who care for meU3
Should suffer a like pang that I can spareU3
Therefore said she and not at all could blush
I have brought my mind of late to think of this
That since your life is spoilt not willinglyU3
My God not willingly by me 'twere wellM3
To give you choice of griefs
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Were it not bestO4
To weep for a dead love and afterwards
Be comforted the sooner that she diedO4
Remote and left not in your house and lifeQ2
Aught to remind you That indeed were bestO4
But were it best to weep for a dead wifeQ2
And let the sorrow spend and satisfyO4
Itself with all expression and so endO4
I think not so but if for you 'tis bestO4
Then do not answer with too sudden words
It matters much to you not much not muchO
To me then truly I will die your wifeQ2
I will marry youO4
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What was he like to say
But overcome with love and tears to choose
The keener sorrow take it to his heartO4
Cherish it make it part of him and watch
Those eyes that were his light till they should close
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He answered her with eager faltering words
I choose my heart is yours die in my arms
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But was it well Truly at first for himU3
It was not well he saw her fade and criedO4
When may this be She answered When you willE3
And cared not much for very faint she grewO4
Tired and cold Oft in her soul she thoughtO4
If I could slip away before the ringQ
Is on my hand it were a blessed lotO4
For both a blessed thing for him and meU3
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But it was not so for the day had comeU3
Was over days and months had come and Death
Within whose shadow she had lain which madeO4
Earth and its loves and even its bitterness
Indifferent Death withdrew himself and lifeQ2
Woke up and found that it was folded fastO4
Drawn to another life forevermoreO4
O what a waking After it there cameU3
Great silence She got up once more in springQ
And walked but not alone among the flowers
She thought within herself What have I doneK
How shall I do the rest And he who feltO4
Her inmost thought was silent even as sheU3
What have we done she thought But as for himU3
When she began to look him in the face
Considering Thus and thus his features areO4
For she had never thought on them beforeO4
She read their grave repose aright She knewO4
That in the stronghold of his heart held backJ2
Hidden reserves of measureless contentO4
Kept house with happy thought for her sake muteO4
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Most patient Muriel when he brought her homeU3
She took the place they gave her strove to please
His kin and did not fail but yet thought onQ3
What have I done how shall I do the restO4
Ah so contented Laurance with this wifeQ2
That loves you not for all the stateliness
And grandeur of your manhood and the deeps
In your blue eyes And after that awhileC4
She rested from such thinking put it byO4
And waited She had thought on death beforeO4
But no this Muriel was not yet to dieO4
And when she saw her little tender babe
She felt how much the happy days of lifeQ2
Outweigh the sorrowful A tiny thingQ
Whom when it slept the lovely mother nursedO4
With reverent love whom when it woke she fedO4
And wondered at and lost herself in longB
Rapture of watching and contentment deepQ4
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Once while she sat this babe upon her kneeU3
Her husband and his father standing nighO4
About to ride the grandmother all prideO4
And consequence so deep in learned talk
Of infants and their little ways and wiles
Broke off to say I never saw a babe
So like its father And the thought was newO4
To Muriel she looked up and when she lookedO4
Her husband smiled And she the lovely bloomU3
Flushing her face would fain he had not known
Nor noticed her surprise But he did knowZ4
Yet there was pleasure in his smile and love
Tender and strong He kissed her kissed his babe
With Goody you are left in charge take careO4
As if I needed telling quoth the dameU3
And they were gone
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Then Muriel lost in thoughtO4
Gazed and the grandmother with open prideO4
Tended the lovely pair till Muriel saidO4
Is she so like Dear granny get me nowI
The picture that his father has and soonU2
The old woman put it in her handO4
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The wifeQ2
Considering it with deep and strange delightO4
Forgot for once her babe and looked and learnedO4
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A mouth for mastery and manful workT4
A certain brooding sweetness in the eyes
A brow the harbor of grave thought and hairO4
Saxon of hue She conned then blushed againJ4
Remembering now when she had looked on himU3
The sudden radiance of her husband's smileC4
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But Muriel did not send the picture backJ2
She kept it while her beauty and her babe
Flourished together and in health and peace
She livedO4
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Her husband never said to herO4
Love are you happy never said to herO4
Sweet do you love me and at first whene'erO4
They rode together in the lanes and pausedO4
Stopping their horses when the day was hotO4
In the shadow of a tree to watch the clouds
Ruffled in drifting on the jagged rocks
That topped the mountains when she sat by himU3
Withdrawn at even while the summer stars
Came starting out of nothing as new madeO4
She felt a little trouble and a wish
That he would yet keep silence and he didO4
That one reserve he would not touch but stillE3
RespectedO4
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Muriel grew more brave in timeU3
And talked at ease and felt disquietudeO4
Fade And another child was given to herO4
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Now we shall do the old great grandsire criedO4
For this is the right sort a boy Fie fieQ2
Quoth the good dame but never heed you loveQ2
He thinks them both as right as right can beU3
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But Laurance went from home ere yet the boyO2
Was three weeks old It fretted him to goZ4
But still he said I must and she was leftO4
Much with the kindly dame whose gentle careO4
Was like a mother's and the two could talk
Sweetly for all the difference in their years
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But unaware the wife betrayed a wish
That she had known why Laurance left her thus
Ay love the dame made answer for he saidO4
'Goody ' before he left 'if Muriel ask
No question tell her naught but if she letO4
Any disquietude appear to youO4
Say what you know ' What Muriel said and laughedO4
I ask thenJ4
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Child it is that your old loveQ2
Some two months past was here Nay never startO4
He's gone He came our Laurance met him nearO4
He said that he was going over seas
'And might I see your wife this only once
And get her pardon '-
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Mercy Muriel criedO4
But Laurance does not wish itO4
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Nay now nay
Quoth the good dameU3
I cannot Muriel criedO4
He does not surely think I shouldO4
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Not heU3
The kind old woman said right soothinglyU3
Does not he ever know love ever doO4
What you like bestO4
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And Muriel trembling yetO4
Agreed I heard him say the dame went onQ3
For I was with him when they met that day
'It would not be agreeable to my wife '-
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Then Muriel pondering And he said no moreO4
You think he did not add 'nor to myself '-
And with her soft calm inward voice the dameU3
Unruffled answered No sweet heart not heU3
What need he care And why not Muriel criedO4
Longing to hear the answer O he knows
He knows love very well with that she smiledO4
Bless your fair face you have not really thoughtO4
He did not know you loved himU3
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Muriel saidO4
He never told me goody that he knewO4
Well quoth the dame but it may chance my dearO4
That he thinks best to let old troubles sleepQ4
Why need to rouse them You are happy sureO4
But if one asks 'Art happy ' why it sets
The thoughts a working No say I let loveQ2
Let peace and happy folk alone
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He saidO4
'It would not be agreeable to my wife '-
And he went on to add in course of timeU3
That he would ask you when it suited youO4
To write a few kind words
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Yes Muriel saidO4
I can do thatO4
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So Laurance went you seeU3
The soft voice added to take down that childO4
Laurance had written oft about the childO4
And now at last the father made it known
He could not take him He has lost they say
His money with much gambling now he wants
To lead a good true working life He wroteO4
And let this so be seen that Laurance wentO4
And took the child and took the money downU
To pay
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And Muriel found her talking sweetO4
And asked once more the rather that she longedO4
To speak again of Laurance And you think
He knows I love himU3
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Ay good sooth he knows
No fear but he is like his father loveQ2
His father never asked my pretty childO4
One prying question took her as she was
Trusted her she has told me so he knewO4
A woman's nature Laurance is the sameU3
He knows you love him but he will not speak
No never Some men are such gentlemenZ3

Jean Ingelow



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