MARIANA. "Mariana in the moated grange."-Measure for Measure. I. WITH blackest moss the flower-plots Were thickly crusted, one and all: The rusted nails fell from the knots That held the peach to the garden-wall. The broken sheds look'd sad and strange: Unlifted was the clinking latch; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said "My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said "I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!" II. Her tears fell with the dews at even; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried; She could not look on the sweet heaven, Either at morn or eventide. After the flitting of the bats, When thickest dark did trance the sky, She said "I am aweary, aweary, III. Upon the middle of the night, Waking she heard the night-fowl crow: The cock sung out an hour ere light : In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn, Till cold winds woke the gray-eyed morn About the lonely moated grange. She only said, "The day is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, "I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead! IV. About a stone-cast from the wall A sluice with blacken'd waters slept, And o'er it many, round and small, Hard by a poplar shook alway, All silver-green with gnarled bark: For leagues no other tree did mark She only said, "My life is dreary, I would that I were dead!" And ever when the moon was low, And the shrill winds were up In the white curtain, to and fro, and away, She saw the gusty shadow sway. But when the moon was very low, And wild winds bound within their cell, The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed, across her brow. She only said, "The night is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, "I am aweary, aweary, VI. All day within the dreamy house, The doors upon their hinges creak'd; The blue fly sung i' the pane; the mouse Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd, Or from the crevice peer'd about. Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors, |