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Robert Laurence Binyon

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At Tiro in her father's tower	A
The young Cristina had her bower	A
Over blue Bolsena's lake	B
Where small frolic ripples break	B
Under a grove of sycamore	C
On the sandy eastern shore	C
There one clear May eve she sat	D
Leaning over the rich mat	D
Hung across the window sill	E
While her doves with eager bill	E
Fluttered round her for the grain	F
In her spread hands up again	G
Now they soared through golden light	H
Radiant in a swerve of white	H
Round the trees now scattering	I
With a shiver of many a wing	I
Soft as snowy drops of foam	J
Singly they alighted home	J
And swaying each a sheeny throat	K
Crooned their comfortable note	K
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On a sudden another sound	L
Smote Cristina from the ground	L
Bending over she espied	L
Wretched ragged folk who cried	L
Hoarsely See the doves are fed	L
We men and women have not bread ''	-
While Cristina with a shy	M
Courteous simplicity	L
Looked upon them her young heart	L
New to sorrow felt the dart	L
Of pity pierce her body through	N
And she spoke What must I do ''	-
Then with a thought her bosom beat	L
And swift away on frightened feet	L
To her father's chapel rich	O
With images in carven niche	O
Breathless and bright eyed she sped	L
Most in dread of her own dread	L
Traitor to her purpose took	P
The idols in her hands that shook	P
And brought them gathered in her gown	Q
And from the window cast them down	Q
The ragged people cried and snatched	L
This broken treasure then were matched	L
Strange companions here the bust	L
Of gazing Jupiter august	L
Weighed on a sore blotched cripple there	R
Against a scullion's clouted hair	R
Apollo's silver shoulder shone	S
While near by a withered crone	S
Hugged into her bosom old	L
Venus' arm and breast of gold	L
Mumbling o'er their spoils they went	L
A troop to stir the merriment	L
Of gods but sad Cristina sobbed	L
	-
When the stately father robbed	L
Entering found his pagan shrine	T
Emptied of its works divine	T
Each by a famous craftsman wrought	L
Chosen well and dearly bought	L
And suffered only to be scanned	L
With fond touches of the hand	L
By the nice appraising eye	M
Duke Urban cried a grievous cry	M
But when at last he understood	L
The crime of his own flesh and blood	L
Grief was swallowed up in rage	U
Pest on this corrupted age ''	-
He cried This is this new god's work	V
And now I find the venom lurk	V
In my own child in my own home	J
I am a citizen of Rome	J
She shall have justice take her hence	W
And let my dungeon teach her sense ''	-
Cristina weeping pleads the pain	F
Of the famished folk in vain	F
Straightway she is cast and bound	L
In a dungeon underground	L
Three days went Now bring her out ''	-
Said Urban Servants much in doubt	L
Led her from the dungeon door	C
Much in doubt yet wondering more	C
For the damp and starving gloom	X
Had but glorified her bloom	X
And her brow was brave as she	L
Stepped before her father he	L
With a sullen doubtful glance	Y
Some moments looked on her askance	Y
Art thou taught '' at last he said	L
Proud she lifted up her head	L
Father if I wronged thee thou	Z
Didst mar the face of mercy Now	Z
By God's grace thy cruel wrong	A2
Hath but made my soul more strong	A2
I have suffered for thy pride	L
Let thy poor be satisfied	L
See God stands upon my side ''	-
Duke Urban flushed an angry hue	N
Wilt thou brave me to thy rue	N
Child '' he cried Since in thee still	E
Some imp of evil works his will	E
Pricking thee outrageously	L
I will burn him out of thee	L
Go build a furnace bind her in	B2
And let the flame purge out her sin ''	-
All her women wept implored	L
Ah be merciful dear lord ''	-
But the more imperious came	C2
His answer Cast her to the flame ''	-
	-
When that evening fell a light	L
Rose and shuddered up the night	L
On the reddened shore around	L
Soldiers kept the fiery ground	L
Where amid the furnace stood	L
Cristina spite of hardihood	L
None but turned away his eye	M
To see so sweet a creature die	M
Swifter roared the bright fire dancing	I
Madder on their armour glancing	I
While the people kneeling wailed	L
Suddenly all faces paled	L
In their ears a clear voice sang	D2
From amidst the fire it sprang	D2
Joyous and the soldiers raised	L
Their heads and all the people gazed	L
There in the moving crimson core	C
Of the flames that sound and soar	C
Coil and quiver twist and spire	E2
'Mid the insufferable fire	A
Like a breathing beauteous rose	F2
Nay like a precious vase that glows	F2
Outlined intense and clear and white	L
Absorbing all the burning light	L
Into its tissue through and through	N
To purify the shell like hue	N
They behold Cristina stand	L
Lifting either little hand	L
And with parted lips and eyes	G2
That the fierce flame glorifies	G2
See her form transfigured shine	T
Singing in that fiery shrine	T
An embodied rapture Awe	H2
Fell upon all them that saw	I2
The young voice melted in their ears	J2
And beauty hushed them into tears	K2
Heaven seemed opening on their sight	L
To its inmost soul of light	L
And the daily world of woes	F2
Fell from off them and they rose	F2
In a rapture faces turned	L
Each unto his neighbour burned	L
While they cried with voices full	L2
A miracle a miracle ''	-
	-
Urban in his dark tower heard	L
Trembling that exultant word	L
Rage by stabbing terror spurred	L
Swelled his heart to madness Straight	L
With a torch from the open gate	L
Striding he commanded Curst	L
Be this snake that I have nursed	L
She has witched to her desire	A
A demon lover a fiend of fire	A
Yet she shall not 'scape me now	Z
Ere another night I vow	Z
She shall die With morning take	B
And throw her deep into the lake ''	-
	-
Though men groaned and women shrieked	L
At such cruel vengeance wreaked	L
None this old man's rage gainsaid	L
For within their hearts they prayed	L
Some new marvel should confound	L
All his fury Morning found	L
On the glimmering shore assembled	L
A great multitude that trembled	L
Half with hope and half with fear	M2
Hemmed behind the levelled spear	M2
Of armed ranks and over all	N2
Ringed by silent lances tall	N2
In a high seat Urban sat	L
By threatening fingers pointed at	L
Motionless with eager frown	Q
And on the wide lake gazing down	Q
Soon the sun's uprising glowed	L
Over the eastern hill and showed	L
'Mid the waters that anew	N
Shivered silvering into blue	N
A single boat it brightly shone	S
Where Cristina knelt thereon	O2
And the hangman at her side	L
Busy bending over tied	L
Round her neck a great mill stone	S
In the water she was thrown	S
Passionate arose the groan	S
From those watchers but as soon	P2
Changed into a paean's tune	P2
For she sank not but was seen	Q2
Where death's bubble should have been	B2
Standing on the stone that bore	C
Her bare feet floating toward the shore	C
With little tremblings at the knees	R2
As the buoyant urging breeze	R2
Rocked her onward With a shout	L
Thronged the people stretching out	L
Eager arms or under spears	J2
Thrust their heads with joyful tears	K2
Clapped their hands and cried to see	L
So magical a wonder She	L
Simple in her loveliness	L
By one hand holding up her dress	L
From the wave that washed its hem	S2
With white sparkle seemed to them	S2
Fresh as Venus on her shell	T2
Borne o'er the blue Ionian swell	T2
Round her head the soft blown hair	R
Played in sunny streams of air	R
Save one long tress on her breast	L
That her clasping fingers pressed	L
In a dream she heard the cries	L
Saw the bright and crowding eyes	L
Near and nearer when a strong	A2
Sudden tumult rose the throng	A2
Turned and lo on his high chair	R
'Mid the spearmen struggling there	R
Duke Urban with head fallen back	U2
And the full vein swollen black	U2
On his throat his fingers tear	R
At the suffocating fear	M2
That holds him by the panting heart	L
Breathless and his fixed eyes start	L
While the heaving hubbub round	L
Rocks about him in hoarse sound	L
Of vengeance his death gasp is drowned	L
	-
But Cristina floating nigh	M
When she saw this piteously	T2
Bowed her gentle forehead low	T2
In her hands and cried Ah woe	T2
On me and mine O Lord of Peace	L
Now my wretchedness release ''	-
Even as in despair she prayed	L
One that on the shore delayed	L
At the crowd's edge watching all	T2
And doubtful what might yet befall	T2
Scowled and said within his teeth	V2
This witch girl comes to be our death ''	-
Strung his bow and spurred by fear	M2
Drew an arrow to his ear	W2
And while still this fierce uproar	C
Held the wild throng on the shore	C
Sharp upon the tender throat	L
The iron barb Cristina smote	L
Ere a man had turned to note	L
She was falling ere a tongue	X2
Had one cry of warning rung	X2
She had fallen and the foam	J
Tossing shoreward washed her home	J
As a sudden silence rushed	L
Over lips in terror hushed	L
Rolled amid the shallow spray	Y2
At their feet her body lay	Y2
	-
Dark is the world to the weak will	T2
As to feet stumbling on a hill	T2
Benighted when no stars appear	M2
But as a star that beacons clear	M2
O beauty of courage thou dost shine	T
On souls that falter and that pine	T
But most in bodies frail and young	X2
Is thy beauty seen and sung	X2
There like a fountain ever new	N
Thou dost scatter sunny dew	N
Troubling our self bewildered night	L
With simplicity of light	L
Therefore is Bolsena's lake	B
Dear for fair Cristina's sake	B
Yea the stone that bore her feet	L
And still bears the footprint sweet	L
Housed in alabaster shrine	T
Of carved work as a thing divine	T
And by dead lips' kisses worn	Z2
Shall be kissed in sorrow's scorn	Z2
By lips of thousands yet unborn	Z2