And now tall elms from the wet mossed ground Oh, the leaves, brown, yellow, and red, still fall, 'O weary hedge, O thorny hedge!' Quoth she in her lonesome bower, From the dark heart of that plane; And silence as sudden again. Oh, the shower and the sunshine every day 'Maiden Minnie she mopes by the fire, But, oh, he is so kingly strong, And, oh, he is kind and true; Shall not my babe, if God cares for me, Be his pride and his joy too? Oh, the leaves, brown, yellow, and red, still fall, 'I lean my faint heart against this tree The clouds like ghosts down into my prison Oh, the shower and the sunshine every day I tune my lute and I straight forget What I minded to play, woe 's me! Till it feebly moans to the sharp short gusts To the sill where my Jesu stands; Oh, the leaves, brown, yellow, and red, still fall, Fall and fall over churchyard or hall. The golden evening burns right through I listen, all round me is only a grave, Will he come? I pluck the flower-leaves off, I blow the down from the dry hawkweed, Oh, the shower and the sunshine every day 'Hark! he comes! yet his footstep sounds As it sounded never before! Perhaps he thinks to steal on me, But I'll hide behind the door.' She ran, she stopped, stood still as stone It was Queen Eleänore; And at once she felt that it was death The hungering she-wolf bore! Oh, the leaves, brown, yellow, and red, still fall, SAINT MARGARET. THE wan lights freeze on the dark cold floor, 'That door darkly golden, that noiseless door, Through which I can see sometimes,' said she, 'Will it ever be opened to close no more; Will those wet clouds cease pressing on me; Shall I cease to hear the sound of the sea?' Her handmaids miss her and rise. 'I've served in life's prison-house long,' she said, The night waxed darker than before; 'Are all the dear holy ones shut within, That none descend in my strait?' said she; 'Their songs are afar off, far off and thin, The terrible sounds of the prison-house flee About me, and the sound of the sea.' Lights gleam from room to room. Slowly a moonshine breaks over the glass, Her eyes are a-wide to the hallowèd light, With the flickering moonlight pale-purple and white; While her body still kneels, - but is it not dead? She is safe, she is well! PARTING AND MEETING AGAIN. LAST time I parted from my dear The stream too carolled full and clear, Since last I parted from my dear. But when he came again to me 'T was autumn merry as it could be, They brought him back again to me, Brought him safely o'er the sea. OUTSIDE THE TEMPLE. I. BIRTH. I STOOD before the vail of the Unknown, A goddess to whose eyes my heart at once Naked and white she was, her fire-girt hair And laid it on a young wife's breast and fled, II. DEATH. AGAIN that stage was vacant, that dusk crowd Stooping he raised within his long thin arms A scared old man and rolled him up, and fled: |