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Since with saintly
Watch unfaintly Out of heaven shall o'er you lean “Sweetest eyes, were ever seen.”
But, but now—yet unremovëd
Up to heaven, they glisten fast;
Such old phrases
May be praises For some fairer bosom-queen“Sweetest eyes, were ever seen!”
Eyes of mine, what are ye doing ?
Faithless, faithless,--praised amiss If a tear be of your showing, Dropt for any hope of his !
Death has boldness
Beside coldness, If unworthy tears demean “Sweetest eyes, were ever seen.”
I will look out to his future ;
I will bless it till it shine.
Sunshine gild them,
Angels shield them,
LADY GERALDINE'S COURTSHIP.
A ROMANCE OF THE AGE.
A poet writes to his friend. PLACE-A room in Wycombe Hall.
TIME-Late in the evening:
DEAR my friend and fellow-student, I would lean my
spirit o'er you! Down the purple of this chamber tears should scarcely
run at will. I am humbled who was humble. Friend, I bow my head
before you :
You should lead me to my peasants, but their faces are
There's a lady, an earl's daughter,—she is proud and she
is noble, And she treads the crimson carpet and she breathes the
perfumed air, And a kingly blood sends glances up, her princely eye to
trouble, And the shadow of a monarch's crown is softened in her
She has halls among the woodlands, she has castles by
the breakers, She has farms and she has manors, she can threaten and
command, And the palpitating engines snort in steam across her
acres, As they mark upon the blasted heaven the measure of There are none of England's daughters who can show a
prouder presence : Upon princely suitors praying, she has looked in her
disdain. She was sprung of English nobles, I was born of English
peasants ; What was I that I should love her, save for competence
I was only a poor poet, made for singing at her case
ment, As the finches or the thrushes, while she thought of other
things. Oh, she walked so high above me, she appeared to my
abasement, In her lovely silken murmur, like an angel clad in wings !
Many vassals bow before her as her carriage sweeps their
doorways ; She has blest their little children, as a priest or queen
were she : Far too tender, or too cruel far, her smile upon the poor
was, For I thought it was the same smile which she used to
smile on me.
She has voters in the commons, she has lovers in the
palace, And of all the fair court ladies, few have jewels half as
Oft the prince has named her beauty 'twixt the red wine
and the chalice : Oh, and what was I to love her ? my beloved, my
Yet I could not choose but love her : I was born to
poet-uses, *To love all things set above me, all of good and all of
fair. Nymphs of mountain, not of valley, we are wont to call
the Muses; And in nympholeptic climbing, poets pass from mount to
And because I was a poet, and because the public
praised me, With a critical deduction for the modern writer's
fault, I could sit at rich men's tables,-though the courtesies
that raised me, Still suggested clear between us the pale spectrum of the
And they praised me in her presence ;—“Will your book
appear this summer ?" Then returning to each other—“Yes, our plans are for
the moors." Then with whisper dropped behind me—“There he is !
the latest comer. Oh, she only likes his verses ! what is over, she endures.
* Quite low-born, self-educated ! somewhat gifted though
by nature, And we make a point of asking him,--of being very
kind. You may speak, he does not hear you! and besides, he
writes no satire,All these serpents kept by charmers leave the natural
I grew scornfuller, grew colder, as I stood up there
among them, Till as frost intense will burn you, the cold scorning
scorched my brow ; When a sudden silver speaking, gravely cadenced, over
rung them, And a sudden silken stirring touched my inner nature
I looked upward and beheld her : with a calm and reg
nant spirit, Slowly round she swept her eyelids, and said clear before
them all“Have you such superfluous honour, sir, that able to
confer it You will come down, Mister Bertram, as my guest to
Here she paused; she had been paler at the first word of
her speaking, But because a silence followed it, blushed somewhat, as
for shame, Then, as scorning her own feeling, resumed calmly—“I
am seeking More distinction than these gentlemen think worthy of
“ Ne’ertheless, you see, I seek it—not because I am a
woman," (Here her smile sprang like a fountain, and, so, over
flowed her mouth,) “But because my woods in Sussex have some purple
shades at gloaming Which are worthy of a king in state, or poet in his youth.