More than they were, And ever ascending. Leave all for love; Yet, hear me, yet, One word more thy heart behoved, Cling with life to the maid; But when the surprise, First vague shadow of surmise Flits across her bosom young Free be she, fancy-free; Nor thou detain her vesture's hem, Nor the palest rose she flung From her summer diadem. Though thou loved her as thyself, As a self of purer clay, Though her parting dims the day, Stealing grace from all alive; Heartily know, When half-gods go, The gods arrive. THE ROMANY GIRL. THE sun goes down, and with him takes Pale Northern girls! you scorn our race; And if I take you, dames, to task, If, on the heath, below the moon, Go, keep your cheek's rose from the rain, The wild air bloweth in our lungs, The keen stars twinkle in our eyes, The birds gave us our wily tongues, The panther in our dances flies. You doubt we read the stars on high, Nathless we read your fortunes true; The stars may hide in the upper sky, But without glass we fathom you. FATE. THAT you are fair or wise is vain, Well may Jove and Juno scorn. Which drives me mad with sweet desire, When thou lookest on his face, Thy heart saith, Brother, go thy ways! Or remember where thou liest, Or how thy supper is sodden'; To make the sun forgotten. Surely he carries a talisman Broad his shoulders are and strong; I hold it of little matter Whether your jewel be of pure water, But whether it dazzle me with light. Nor whether your name is base or brave; Bid my bread feed and my fire warm me, That one thing is Success, Dear to the Eumenides, And to all the heavenly brood. Who bides at home, nor looks abroad, Carries the eagles, and masters the sword. |