O sweet pale Margaret, O rare pale Margaret, Come down, come down, and hear me speak. Tie up the ringlets on your cheek. The sun is just about to set, Where all day long you sit between Or only look across the lawn, Look out below your bower-eaves, Look down, and let your blue eyes dawn Upon me thro' the jasmine-leaves. ROSALIND Printed in 1833, but suppressed until 1884. See Notes. I My Rosalind, my Rosalind, My frolic falcon, with bright eyes, Whose free delight, from any height of rapid flight, Stoops at all game that wing the skies, My bright-eyed, wild-eyed falcon, whither, II The quick lark's closest-caroll'd strains, III Come down, come home, my Rosalind, And clip your wings, and make you love. From North to South, We'll bind you fast in silken cords, And kiss away the bitter words From off your rosy mouth. ELEÄNORE Reprinted in 1842 from the 1833 volume. See Notes. I THY dark eyes open'd not, To thee, with fruitage golden-rinded IV How may full-sail'd verse express, Nor first reveal'd themselves to English The full-flowing harmony air, For there is nothing here Which, from the outward to the inward The luxuriant symmetry Every turn and glance of thine, And the steady sunset glow V I stand before thee, Eleänore; 40 I see thy beauty gradually unfold, 70 Daily and hourly, more and more. I muse, as in a trance, the while Slowly, as from a cloud of gold, Comes out thy deep ambrosial smile. I muse, as in a trance, whene'er The languors of thy love-deep eyes Float on to me. I would I were So tranced, so rapt in ecstasies, To stand apart, and to adore, Gazing on thee for evermore, Serene, imperial Eleänore! As thunder-clouds that, hung on high, In thee all passion becomes passionless, In a silent meditation, Falling into a still delight, And luxury of contemplation. As waves that up a quiet cove Rolling slide, and lying still His bow-string slacken'd, languid Love, VIII 100 120 But when I see thee roam, with tresses un confined, While the amorous odorous wind Breathes low between the sunset and the moon; Or, in a shadowy saloon, On silken cushions half reclined; I watch thy grace, and in its place To lapse far back in some confused dream To states of mystical similitude, If one but speaks or hems or stirs his chair, Ever the wonder waxeth more and more, So that we say, 'All this hath been before, All this hath been, I know not when or where;' So, friend, when first I look'd upon your face, Our thought gave answer each to each, so true Opposed mirrors each reflecting each II TO J. M. K. Reprinted in 1842 from the 1830 volume. Addressed to John Mitchell Kemble (18071857) who was a fellow-student of the poet at Cambridge. My hope and heart is with thee — thou wilt be A latter Luther, and a soldier-priest To scare church-harpies from the master's feast; Our dusted velvets have much need of thee: Thou art no Sabbath-drawler of old saws, Distill'd from some worm-canker'd homily; But spurr'd at heart with fieriest energy To embattail and to wall about thy cause With iron-worded proof, hating to hark The humming of the drowsy pulpit-drone Half God's good Sabbath, while the wornout clerk Brow-beats his desk below. Thou from a throne Mounted in heaven wilt shoot into the dark Arrows of lightnings. I will stand and mark. First published in the 'Library Edition' of the Poems' in 1872. WARRIOR of God, whose strong right arm debased The throne of Persia, when her Satrap bled At Issus by the Syrian gates, or fled Beyond the Memmian naphtha-pits, disgraced For ever thee (thy pathway sand-erased) Gliding with equal crowns two serpents led Joyful to that palm-planted fountain-fed Ammonian Oasis in the waste. There in a silent shade of laurel brown Only they saw thee from the secret shrine V BUONAPARTE This sonnet and the next were in the 1833 volume, but were suppressed in 1842. HE thought to quell the stubborn hearts of oak, Madman! to chain with chains, and bind with bands That island queen who sways the floods and lands From Ind to Ind, but in fair daylight woke, When from her wooden walls,— lit by sure hands, With thunders, and with lightnings, and with smoke, VI POLAND |