Then his men looked to and fro, when they heard him
speaking
so--
_Toll slowly.
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Elizabeth Browning
Six abeles i' the churchyard grow on the north side in a row,
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And the shadows of their tops rock across the little slopes
Of the grassy graves below.
III.
On the south side and the west a small river runs in haste,
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And, between the river flowing and the fair green trees a-growing,
Do the dead lie at their rest.
IV.
On the east I sate that day, up against a willow grey:
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Through the rain of willow-branches I could see the low hill-ranges
And the river on its way.
V.
There I sate beneath the tree, and the bell tolled solemnly,
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While the trees' and river's voices flowed between the solemn noises,--
Yet death seemed more loud to me.
VI.
There I read this ancient rhyme while the bell did all the time
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And the solemn knell fell in with the tale of life and sin,
Like a rhythmic fate sublime.
THE RHYME.
I.
Broad the forests stood (I read) on the hills of Linteged,
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And three hundred years had stood mute adown each hoary wood,
Like a full heart having prayed.
II.
And the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west,
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And but little thought was theirs of the silent antique years,
In the building of their nest.
III.
Down the sun dropt large and red on the towers of Linteged,--
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Lance and spear upon the height, bristling strange in fiery light,
While the castle stood in shade.
IV.
There the castle stood up black with the red sun at its back--
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Like a sullen smouldering pyre with a top that flickers fire
When the wind is on its track.
V.
And five hundred archers tall did besiege the castle wall--
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And the castle, seethed in blood, fourteen days and nights had stood
And to-night was near its fall.
VI.
Yet thereunto, blind to doom, three months since, a bride did come--
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One who proudly trod the floors and softly whispered in the doors,
"May good angels bless our home. "
VII.
Oh, a bride of queenly eyes, with a front of constancies:
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Oh, a bride of cordial mouth where the untired smile of youth
Did light outward its own sighs!
VIII.
'T was a Duke's fair orphan-girl, and her uncle's ward--the Earl--
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Who betrothed her twelve years old, for the sake of dowry gold,
To his son Lord Leigh the churl.
IX.
But what time she had made good all her years of womanhood--
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Unto both these lords of Leigh spake she out right sovranly,
"My will runneth as my blood.
X.
"And while this same blood makes red this same right hand's veins,"
she said--
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"'T is my will, as lady free, not to wed a lord of Leigh,
But Sir Guy of Linteged. "
XI.
The old Earl he smiled smooth, then he sighed for wilful youth--
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"Good my niece, that hand withal looketh somewhat soft and small
For so large a will, in sooth. "
XII.
She too smiled by that same sign, but her smile was cold and fine--
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"Little hand clasps muckle gold, or it were not worth the hold
Of thy son, good uncle mine! "
XIII.
Then the young lord jerked his breath, and sware thickly in his teeth--
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"He would wed his own betrothed, an she loved him an she loathed,
Let the life come or the death. "
XIV.
Up she rose with scornful eyes, as her father's child might rise--
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"Thy hound's blood, my lord of Leigh, stains thy knightly heel,"
quoth she,
"And he moans not where he lies:
XV.
"But a woman's will dies hard, in the hall or on the sward"--
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"By that grave, my lords, which made me orphaned girl and dowered lady,
I deny you wife and ward! "
XVI.
Unto each she bowed her head and swept past with lofty tread.
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Ere the midnight-bell had ceased, in the chapel had the priest
Blessed her, bride of Linteged.
XVII.
Fast and fain the bridal train along the night-storm rode amain--
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Hard the steeds of lord and serf struck their hoofs out on the turf,
In the pauses of the rain.
XVIII.
Fast and fain the kinsmen's train along the storm pursued amain--
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Steed on steed-track, dashing off,--thickening, doubling, hoof on hoof,
In the pauses of the rain.
XIX.
And the bridegroom led the flight on his red-roan steed of might--
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And the bride lay on his arm, still, as if she feared no harm,
Smiling out into the night.
XX.
"Dost thou fear? " he said at last. "Nay," she answered him in haste,--
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"Not such death as we could find--only life with one behind.
Ride on fast as fear, ride fast! "
XXI.
Up the mountain wheeled the steed--girth to ground, and fetlocks
spread--
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Headlong bounds, and rocking flanks,--down he staggered, down the
banks,
To the towers of Linteged.
XXII.
High and low the serfs looked out, red the flambeaus tossed about--
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In the courtyard rose the cry, "Live the Duchess and Sir Guy! "
But she never heard them shout.
XXIII.
On the steed she dropped her cheek, kissed his mane and kissed his
neck--
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"I had happier died by thee than lived on, a Lady Leigh,"
Were the first words she did speak.
XXIV.
But a three months' joyaunce lay 'twixt that moment and to-day--
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When five hundred archers tall stand beside the castle wall
To recapture Duchess May.
XXV.
And the castle standeth black with the red sun at its back--
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And a fortnight's siege is done, and, except the duchess, none
Can misdoubt the coming wrack.
XXVI.
Then the captain, young Lord Leigh, with his eyes so grey of blee--
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And thin lips that scarcely sheath the cold white gnashing of his
teeth,
Gnashed in smiling, absently,--
XXVII.
Cried aloud, "So goes the day, bridegroom fair of Duchess May! "
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"Look thy last upon that sun! if thou seest to-morrow's one
'T will be through a foot of clay.
XXVIII.
"Ha, fair bride! dost hear no sound save that moaning of the hound? "
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"Thou and I have parted troth, yet I keep my vengeance-oath,
And the other may come round.
XXIX.
"Ha! thy will is brave to dare, and thy new love past compare"--
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"Yet thine old love's falchion brave is as strong a thing to have,
As the will of lady fair.
XXX.
"Peck on blindly, netted dove! If a wife's name thee behove"--
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"Thou shalt wear the same to-morrow, ere the grave has hid the sorrow
Of thy last ill-mated love.
XXXI.
"O'er his fixed and silent mouth, thou and I will call back troth":
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"He shall altar be and priest,--and he will not cry at least
'I forbid you, I am loth! '
XXXII.
"I will wring thy fingers pale in the gauntlet of my mail":
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"'Little hand and muckle gold' close shall lie within my hold,
As the sword did, to prevail. "
XXXIII.
Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west--
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Oh, and laughed the Duchess May, and her soul did put away
All his boasting, for a jest.
XXXIV.
In her chamber did she sit, laughing low to think of it,--
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"Tower is strong and will is free: thou canst boast, my lord of Leigh,
But thou boastest little wit. "
XXXV.
In her tire-glass gazed she, and she blushed right womanly--
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She blushed half from her disdain, half her beauty was so plain,
--"Oath for oath, my lord of Leigh! "
XXXVI.
Straight she called her maidens in--"Since ye gave me blame herein"--
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"That a bridal such as mine should lack gauds to make it fine,
Come and shrive me from that sin.
XXXVII.
"It is three months gone to-day since I gave mine hand away":
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"Bring the gold and bring the gem, we will keep bride-state in them,
While we keep the foe at bay.
XXXVIII.
"On your arms I loose mine hair; comb it smooth and crown it fair":
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"I would look in purple pall from this lattice down the wall,
And throw scorn to one that's there! "
XXXIX.
Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west--
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On the tower the castle's lord leant in silence on his sword,
With an anguish in his breast.
XL.
With a spirit-laden weight did he lean down passionate:
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They have almost sapped the wall,--they will enter therewithal
With no knocking at the gate.
XLI.
Then the sword he leant upon, shivered, snapped upon the stone--
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"Sword," he thought, with inward laugh, "ill thou servest for a staff
When thy nobler use is done!
XLII.
"Sword, thy nobler use is done! tower is lost, and shame begun! "--
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"If we met them in the breach, hilt to hilt or speech to speech,
We should die there, each for one.
XLIII.
"If we met them at the wall, we should singly, vainly fall"--
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"But if _I_ die here alone,--then I die who am but one,
And die nobly for them all.
XLIV.
"Five true friends lie for my sake in the moat and in the brake"--
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"Thirteen warriors lie at rest with a black wound in the breast,
And not one of these will wake.
XLV.
"So, no more of this shall be! heart-blood weighs too heavily"--
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"And I could not sleep in grave, with the faithful and the brave
Heaped around and over me.
XLVI.
"Since young Clare a mother hath, and young Ralph a plighted faith"--
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"Since my pale young sister's cheeks blush like rose when Ronald
speaks,
Albeit never a word she saith--
XLVII.
"These shall never die for me: life-blood falls too heavily":
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"And if _I_ die here apart, o'er my dead and silent heart
They shall pass out safe and free.
XLVIII.
"When the foe hath heard it said--'Death holds Guy of Linteged'"--
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"That new corse new peace shall bring, and a blessed, blessed thing
Shall the stone be at its head.
XLIX.
"Then my friends shall pass out free, and shall bear my memory"--
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"Then my foes shall sleek their pride, soothing fair my widowed bride
Whose sole sin was love of me:
L.
"With their words all smooth and sweet, they will front her and
entreat"--
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"And their purple pall will spread underneath her fainting head
While her tears drop over it.
LI.
"She will weep her woman's tears, she will pray her woman's prayers"--
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"But her heart is young in pain, and her hopes will spring again
By the suntime of her years.
LII.
"Ah, sweet May! ah, sweetest grief! --once I vowed thee my belief"--
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"That thy name expressed thy sweetness,--May of poets, in completeness!
Now my May-day seemeth brief. "
LIII.
All these silent thoughts did swim o'er his eyes grown strange and
dim--
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Till his true men, in the place, wished they stood there face to face
With the foe instead of him.
LIV.
"One last oath, my friends that wear faithful hearts to do and dare! "
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"Tower must fall and bride be lost--swear me service worth the cost! "
Bold they stood around to swear.
LV.
"Each man clasp my hand and swear by the deed we failed in there"--
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"Not for vengeance, not for right, will ye strike one blow to-night! "
Pale they stood around to swear.
LVI.
"One last boon, young Ralph and Clare! faithful hearts to do and dare! "
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"Bring that steed up from his stall, which she kissed before you all.
Guide him up the turret-stair.
LVII.
"Ye shall harness him aright, and lead upward to this height:"
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"Once in love and twice in war hath he borne me strong and far:
He shall bear me far to-night. "
LVIII.
Then his men looked to and fro, when they heard him speaking so--
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"'Las! the noble heart," they thought, "he in sooth is grief-
distraught:
Would we stood here with the foe! "
LIX.
But a fire flashed from his eye, 'twixt their thought and their reply--
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"Have ye so much time to waste? We who ride here, must ride fast
As we wish our foes to fly. "
LX.
They have fetched the steed with care, in the harness he did wear--
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Past the court and through the doors, across the rushes of the floors,
But they goad him up the stair.
LXI.
Then from out her bower chambere did the Duchess May repair:
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"Tell me now what is your need," said the lady, "of this steed,
That ye goad him up the stair? "
LXII.
Calm she stood; unbodkined through, fell her dark hair to her shoe:
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And the smile upon her face, ere she left the tiring-glass,
Had not time enough to go.
LXIII.
"Get thee back, sweet Duchess May! hope is gone like yesterday":
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One half-hour completes the breach; and thy lord grows wild of speech--
Get thee in, sweet lady, and pray!
LXIV.
"In the east tower, high'st of all, loud he cries for steed from
stall":
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"'He would ride as far,' quoth he, 'as for love and victory,
Though he rides the castle-wall. '
LXV.
"And we fetch the steed from stall, up where never a hoof did fall"--
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"Wifely prayer meets deathly need: may the sweet Heavens hear thee
plead
If he rides the castle-wall! "
LXVI.
Low she dropt her head, and lower, till her hair coiled on the floor--
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And tear after tear you heard fall distinct as any word
Which you might be listening for.
LXVII.
"Get thee in, thou soft ladye! here is never a place for thee! "
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"Braid thine hair and clasp thy gown, that thy beauty in its moan
May find grace with Leigh of Leigh. "
LXVIII.
She stood up in bitter case, with a pale yet steady face:
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Like a statue thunderstruck, which, though quivering, seems to look
Right against the thunder-place.
LXIX.
And her foot trod in, with pride, her own tears i' the stone beside--
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"Go to, faithful friends, go to! judge no more what ladies do,
No, nor how their lords may ride! "
LXX.
Then the good steed's rein she took, and his neck did kiss and stroke:
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Soft he neighed to answer her, and then followed up the stair
For the love of her sweet look:
LXXI.
Oh, and steeply, steeply wound up the narrow stair around--
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Oh, and closely, closely speeding, step by step beside her treading
Did he follow, meek as hound.
LXXII.
On the east tower, high'st of all,--there, where never a hoof did
fall--
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Out they swept, a vision steady, noble steed and lovely lady,
Calm as if in bower or stall.
LXXIII.
Down she knelt at her lord's knee, and she looked up silently--
_Toll slowly. _
And he kissed her twice and thrice, for that look within her eyes
Which he could not bear to see.
LXXIV.
Quoth he, "Get thee from this strife, and the sweet saints bless thy
life! "
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"In this hour I stand in need of my noble red-roan steed,
But no more of my noble wife. "
LXXV.
Quoth she, "Meekly have I done all thy biddings under sun":
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"But by all my womanhood, which is proved so, true and good,
I will never do this one.
LXXVI.
"Now by womanhood's degree and by wifehood's verity"--
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"In this hour if thou hast need of thy noble red-roan steed,
Thou hast also need of _me_.
LXXVII.
"By this golden ring ye see on this lifted hand pardie"--
_Toll slowly. _
"If, this hour, on castle-wall can be room for steed from stall,
Shall be also room for _me_.
LXXVIII.
"So the sweet saints with me be," (did she utter solemnly)--
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"If a man, this eventide, on this castle wall will ride,
He shall ride the same with _me_. "
LXXIX.
Oh, he sprang up in the selle and he laughed out bitter-well--
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"Wouldst thou ride among the leaves, as we used on other eves,
To hear chime a vesper-bell? "
LXXX.
She clung closer to his knee--"Ay, beneath the cypress-tree! "
_Toll slowly. _
"Mock me not, for otherwhere than along the greenwood fair
Have I ridden fast with thee.
LXXXI.
"Fast I rode with new-made vows from my angry kinsman's house":
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"What, and would you men should reck that I dared more for love's sake
As a bride than as a spouse?
LXXXII.
"What, and would you it should fall, as a proverb, before all"--
_Toll slowly. _
"That a bride may keep your side while through castle-gate you ride,
Yet eschew the castle-wall? "
LXXXIII.
Ho! the breach yawns into ruin and roars up against her suing--
_Toll slowly. _
With the inarticulate din and the dreadful falling in--
Shrieks of doing and undoing!
LXXXIV.
Twice he wrung her hands in twain, but the small hands closed again.
_Toll slowly. _
Back he reined the steed--back, back! but she trailed along his track
With a frantic clasp and strain.
LXXXV.
Evermore the foemen pour through the crash of window and door--
_Toll slowly. _
And the shouts of Leigh and Leigh, and the shrieks of "kill! " and
"flee! "
Strike up clear amid the roar.
LXXXVI.
Thrice he wrung her hands in twain, but they closed and clung again--
_Toll slowly. _
While she clung, as one, withstood, clasps a Christ upon the rood,
In a spasm of deathly pain.
LXXXVII.
She clung wild and she clung mute with her shuddering lips half-shut.
_Toll slowly. _
Her head fallen as half in swound, hair and knee swept on the ground,
She clung wild to stirrup and foot.
LXXXVIII.
Back he reined his steed back-thrown on the slippery coping-stone:
_Toll slowly. _
Back the iron hoofs did grind on the battlement behind
Whence a hundred feet went down:
LXXXIX.
And his heel did press and goad on the quivering flank bestrode--
_Toll slowly. _
"Friends and brothers, save my wife! Pardon, sweet, in change for
life,--
But I ride alone to God. "
XC.
Straight as if the Holy name had upbreathed her like a flame--
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She upsprang, she rose upright, in his selle she sate in sight,
By her love she overcame.
XCI.
And her head was on his breast where she smiled as one at rest--
_Toll slowly. _
"Ring," she cried, "O vesper-bell in the beechwood's old chapelle--
But the passing-bell rings best! "
XCII.
They have caught out at the rein which Sir Guy threw loose--in vain--
_Toll slowly. _
For the horse in stark despair, with his front hoofs poised in air,
On the last verge rears amain.
XCIII.
Now he hangs, he rocks between, and his nostrils curdle in--
_Toll slowly. _
Now he shivers head and hoof and the flakes of foam fall off,
And his face grows fierce and thin:
XCIV.
And a look of human woe from his staring eyes did go:
_Toll slowly. _
And a sharp cry uttered he, in a foretold agony
Of the headlong death below,--
XCV.
And, "Ring, ring, thou passing-bell," still she cried, "i' the old
chapelle! "
_Toll slowly. _
Then, back-toppling, crashing back--a dead weight flung out to wrack,
Horse and riders overfell.
* * * * *
Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west--
_Toll slowly. _
And I read this ancient Rhyme, in the churchyard, while the chime
Slowly tolled for one at rest.
II.
The abeles moved in the sun, and the river smooth did run--
_Toll slowly. _
And the ancient Rhyme rang strange, with its passion and its change,
Here, where all done lay undone.
III.
And beneath a willow tree I a little grave did see--
_Toll slowly_--
Where was graved--HERE, UNDEFILED, LIETH MAUD, A THREE-YEAR CHILD,
EIGHTEEN HUNDRED FORTY-THREE.
IV.
Then O spirits, did I say, ye who rode so fast that day--
_Toll slowly. _
Did star-wheels and angel wings with their holy winnowings
Keep beside you all the way?
V.
Though in passion ye would dash, with a blind and heavy crash--
_Toll slowly_--
Up against the thick-bossed shield of God's judgment in the field,--
Though your heart and brain were rash,--
VI.
Now, your will is all unwilled; now, your pulses are all stilled:
_Toll slowly. _
Now, ye lie as meek and mild (whereso laid) as Maud the child
Whose small grave was lately filled.
VII.
Beating heart and burning brow, ye are very patient now--
_Toll slowly. _
And the children might be bold to pluck the kingcups from your mould
Ere a month had let them grow.
VIII.
And you let the goldfinch sing in the alder near in spring--
_Toll slowly. _
Let her build her nest and sit all the three weeks out on it,
Murmuring not at anything.
IX.
In your patience ye are strong, cold and heat ye take not wrong--
_Toll slowly. _
When the trumpet of the angel blows eternity's evangel,
Time will seem to you not long.
X.
Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west--
_Toll slowly. _
And I said in underbreath,--All our life is mixed with death,
And who knoweth which is best?
XI.
Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west--
_Toll slowly. _
And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our
incompleteness,--
Round our restlessness, His rest.
_THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST. _
So the dreams depart,
So the fading phantoms flee,
And the sharp reality
Now must act its part.
WESTWOOD'S _Beads from a Rosary_
I.
Little Ellie sits alone
'Mid the beeches of a meadow,
By a stream-side on the grass,
And the trees are showering down
Doubles of their leaves in shadow
On her shining hair and face.
II.
She has thrown her bonnet by,
And her feet she has been dipping
In the shallow water's flow:
Now she holds them nakedly
In her hands, all sleek and dripping,
While she rocketh to and fro.
III.
Little Ellie sits alone,
And the smile she softly uses
Fills the silence like a speech
While she thinks what shall be done,
And the sweetest pleasure chooses
For her future within reach.
IV.
Little Ellie in her smile
Chooses--"I will have a lover
Riding on a steed of steeds:
He shall love me without guile,
And to _him_ I will discover
The swan's nest among the reeds.
V.
"And the steed shall be red-roan,
And the lover shall be noble,
With an eye that takes the breath:
And the lute he plays upon
Shall strike ladies into trouble,
As his sword strikes men to death.
VI.
"And the steed it shall be shod
All in silver, housed in azure,
And the mane shall swim the wind;
And the hoofs along the sod
Shall flash onward and keep measure,
Till the shepherds look behind.
VII.
"But my lover will not prize
All the glory that he rides in,
When he gazes in my face:
He will say, 'O Love, thine eyes
Build the shrine my soul abides in,
And I kneel here for thy grace! '
VIII.
"Then, ay, then he shall kneel low,
With the red-roan steed anear him
Which shall seem to understand,
Till I answer, 'Rise and go!
For the world must love and fear him
Whom I gift with heart and hand. '
IX.
"Then he will arise so pale,
I shall feel my own lips tremble
With a _yes_ I must not say,
Nathless maiden-brave, 'Farewell,'
I will utter, and dissemble--
'Light to-morrow with to-day! '
X.
"Then he'll ride among the hills
To the wide world past the river,
There to put away all wrong;
To make straight distorted wills,
And to empty the broad quiver
Which the wicked bear along.
XI.
"Three times shall a young foot-page
Swim the stream and climb the mountain
And kneel down beside my feet--
'Lo, my master sends this gage,
Lady, for thy pity's counting!
What wilt thou exchange for it? '
XII.
"And the first time I will send
A white rosebud for a guerdon,
And the second time, a glove;
But the third time--I may bend
From my pride, and answer--'Pardon
If he comes to take my love. '
XIII.
"Then the young foot-page will run,
Then my lover will ride faster,
Till he kneeleth at my knee:
'I am a duke's eldest son,
Thousand serfs do call me master,
But, O Love, I love but _thee_! '
XIV.
"He will kiss me on the mouth
Then, and lead me as a lover
Through the crowds that praise his deeds;
And, when soul-tied by one troth,
Unto _him_ I will discover
That swan's nest among the reeds. "
XV.
Little Ellie, with her smile
Not yet ended, rose up gaily,
Tied the bonnet, donned the shoe,
And went homeward, round a mile,
Just to see, as she did daily,
What more eggs were with the two.
XVI.
Pushing through the elm-tree copse,
Winding up the stream, light-hearted,
Where the osier pathway leads,
Past the boughs she stoops--and stops.
Lo, the wild swan had deserted,
And a rat had gnawed the reeds!
XVII.
Ellie went home sad and slow.
If she found the lover ever,
With his red-roan steed of steeds,
Sooth I know not; but I know
She could never show him--never,
That swan's nest among the reeds!
_BERTHA IN THE LANE. _
I.
Put the broidery-frame away,
For my sewing is all done:
The last thread is used to-day,
And I need not join it on.
Though the clock stands at the noon
I am weary. I have sewn,
Sweet, for thee, a wedding-gown.
II.
Sister, help me to the bed,
And stand near me, Dearest-sweet.
