Out spake the bride's mother-' The vileness is thine, Bring the charge, prove the charge, brother! speak it aloud- Let thy father and her's, hear it deep in his shroud! '— O father, thou seest-for dead eyes can see How she wears on her bosom a brown rosary, O my father beloved!' Then outlaughed the bridegroom, and outlaughed withal Both maidens and youths, by the old chapel-wall So she weareth no love-gift, kind brother,' quoth he, She may wear an she listeth, a brown rosary, Like a pure-hearted lady.' Then swept through the chapel the long bridal train: Though he spake to the bride she replied not again : On, as one in a dream, pale and stately she went Where the altar lights burn o'er the great sacrament, Faint with daylight, but steady. But her brother had passed in between them and her, And calmly knelt down on the high-altar stair Of an infantine aspect so stern to the view That the priest could not smile on the child's eyes of blue As he would for another. He knelt like a child marble-sculptured and white That seems kneeling to pray on the tomb of a knight, With a look taken up to each iris of stone From the greatness and death where he kneeleth, but none From the face of a mother. In your chapel, O priest, ye have wedded and shriven Fair wives for the hearth, and fair sinners for Heaven! But this fairest my sister, ye think now to wed, Bid her kneel where she standeth, and shrive her instead— O shrive her and wed not!' In tears, the bride's mother, Sir priest, unto thee Would he lie, as he lied to this fair company!' In wrath, the bride's lover,- The lie shall be clear! Speak it out, boy! the saints in their niches shall hearBe the charge proved or said not!' Then serene in his childhood he lifted his face, The youths looked aside-to laugh there were a sin— And the maidens' lips trembled from smiles shut within : Quoth the priest, Thou art wild, pretty boy! Blessed she Who prefers at her bridal a brown rosary To a worldly arraying!' The bridegroom spake low and led onward the bride, They have knelt down together to rise up as one-- The maidens looked forward, the youths looked around,— The bridegroom's eye flashed from his prayer at the sound; And each saw the bride, as if no bride she were, The priest never knew that she did so, but still ‘I have sinned,' quoth he, ‘I have sinned, I wot '— And the tears ran adown his old cheeks at the thought; They dropped fast on the book, but he read on the same,And aye was the silence where should be the NAME,— As the choristers told it. The rite-book is closed, and the rite being done VOL. II. D What aileth the bridegroom? He glares blank and wide Then suddenly turning he kisseth the bride His lip stung her with cold: she glanced upwardly mute : Mine own wife,' he said, and fell stark at her foot In the word he was saying. They have lifted him up,—but his head sinks away, Long and still was her gaze, while they chafed him there And low on his body she droppeth adown'Didst call me thine own wife, beloved-thine own? Then take thine own with thee! thy coldness is warm To the world's cold without thee! Come, keep me from harm In a calm of thy teaching!" She looked in his face earnest long, as in sooth There were hope of an answer,--and then kissed his mouth, And with head on his bosom, wept, wept bitterly,'Now, O God, take pity-take pity on me! God, hear my beseeching!' She was 'ware of a shadow that crossed where she lay; She dashed it in scorn to the marble-paved ground Where it fell mute as snow, and a weird music-sound Crept up, like a chill, up the aisles long and dim,As the fiends tried to mock at the choristers' hymn And moaned at the trying. FOURTH PART. ONORA looketh listlessly adown the garden walk: 'Mother, brother, pull the flowers I planted in the spring And smiled to think I should smile more upon their gathering. |