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On that grave drop not a tear !
Else, though fathom-deep the place, Through the woollen shroud I wear
I shall feel it on my face.
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Kiss me close upon the eyes,
Sweetly, as it used to rise
So,-no more vain words be said !
The hosannas nearer roll, Mother, smile now on thy Dead,
I am death-strong in my soul. Mystic Dove alit on cross, Guide the poor bird of the snows Through the snow-wind above loss !
Jesus, Victim, comprehending
Love's divine self-abnegation, Cleanse my love in its self-spending,
And absorb the poor libation ! Wind my thread of life up higher. Up, through angels' hands of fire ! I aspire while I expire.
CATARINA TO CAMOENS;
DYING IN HIS ABSENCE ABROAD, AND REFERRING TO THE POEM IN WHICH
HE RECORDED THE SWEETNESS OF HER EYES.
On the door you will not enter,
I have gazed too long : adieu !
Come, O lover,
Close and cover
When I heard you sing that burden
In my vernal days and bowers,
But all changes. At this vesper,
Cold the sun shines down the door.
you stood there, would you whisper
Now, and shading
Yes. I think, were you beside them,
Near the bed I die upon,
As you stood there, looking down,
You would truly
Call them duly, For the love's sake found therein, “ Sweetest eyes, were ever seen.”
And if you looked down upon them,
And if they looked up to you, All the light which has foregone them Would be gathered back anew :
They would truly
Be as duly Love-transformed to beauty's sheen, “Sweetest eyes, were ever seen."
But, ah me! you only see me,
In your thoughts of loving man, Smiling soft perhaps and dreamy Through the wavings of my fan;
Go repeating, In your reverie serene, “ Sweetest eyes, were ever seen—"
While my spirit leans and reaches
From my body still and pale, .Fain to hear what tender speech is In your love to help my bale.
O my poet,
Come and show it : Come, of latest love, to glean “Sweetest eyes, were ever seen.”
O my poet, O my prophet,
When you praised their sweetness so, Did you think, in singing of it,
That it might be near to go ?
Had you fancies
From their glances, That the grave would quickly screen “Sweetest eyes, were ever seen ? "
No reply. The fountain's warble
In the courtyard sounds alone.
To this dying Death forerunneth Love to win “Sweetest eyes, were ever seen.”
Will you come? When I'm departed
Where all sweetnesses are hid, Where thy voice, my tender-hearted, Will not lift up either lid;
Cry, O lover,
Love is over ! Cry, beneath the cypress green, “Sweetest eyes, were ever seen !”
When the angelus is ringing,
Near the convent will you walk, And recall the choral singing Which brought angels down our talk ?
I viewed Heaven,
When beneath the palace-lattice
You ride slow as you have done, And you see a face there, that is
Not the old familiar one,
Will you oftly
Murmur softly, “ Here ye watched me morn and e'en, Sweetest eyes, were ever seen ?”
When the palace-ladies, sitting
Round your gittern, shall have said,
Will you tremble
Yet dissemble,Or sing hoarse, with tears between, “ Sweetest eyes, were ever seen ? "
“Sweetest eyes !” how sweet in flowings
The repeated cadence is !
I can hear it
'Twixt my spirit And the earth-noise intervene“ Sweetest eyes, were ever seen!”
But the priest waits for the praying,
And the choir are on their knees, And the soul must pass away in Strains more solemn-high than these.
For the weary! Oh, no longer for Catrine “Sweetest eyes, were ever seen!”
Keep my riband, take and keep it
(I have loosed it from my hair), Feeling, while you overweep it, Not alone in your despair,
She left him the riband from her hair.