Glide out from Godmar's sheath, his hand In Robert's hair; she saw him bend Back Robert's head; she saw him send The thin steel down; the blow told well, Right backward the knight Robert fell, And moan'd as dogs do, being half dead, Unwitting, as I deem so then Godmar turn'd grinning to his men, Who ran, some five or six, and beat His head to pieces at their feet.
Then Godmar turn'd again and said: "So, Jehane, the first fitte is read! Take note, my lady, that your way Lies backward to the Chatelet!" She shook her head and gazed awhile At her cold hands with a rueful smile, As though this thing had made her mad.
This was the parting that they had Beside the haystack in the floods.
FROM "THE LIFE AND DEATH OF JASON”
Now Neptune, joyful of the sacrifice Beside the sea, and all the gifts of price
That Jason gave him, sent them wind at will, And swiftly Argo climbed each changing hill, And ran through rippling valleys of the sea; Nor toiled the heroes unmelodiously,
For by the mast sat great Eager's son,
And through the harp-strings let his fingers run Nigh soundless, and with closed lips for a while; But soon across his face there came a smile, And his glad voice brake into such a song That swiftlier sped the eager ship away.
"O bitter sea, tumultuous sea,
Full many an ill is wrought by thee!- Unto the wasters of the land
Thou holdest out thy wrinkled hand; And when they leave the conquered town, Whose black smoke makes thy surges brown, Driven betwixt thee and the sun,
As the long day of blood is done,
From many a league of glittering waves Thou smilest on them and their slaves. "The thin bright-eyed Phoenician Thou drawest to thy waters wan, With ruddy eve and golden morn Thou temptest him, until, forlorn, Unburied, under alien skies Cast up ashore his body lies. "Yea, whoso sees thee from his door, Must ever long for more and more; Nor will the beechen bowl suffice, Or homespun robe of little price, Or hood well-woven from the fleece Undyed, or unspiced wine of Greece; So sore his heart is set upon Purple, and gold, and cinnamon; For as thou cravest, so he craves, Until he rolls beneath thy waves. Nor in some landlocked, unknown bay, Can satiate thee for one day.
"Now, therefore, O thou bitter sea, With no long words we pray to thee, But ask thee, hast thou felt before Such strokes of the long ashen oar? And hast thou yet seen such a prow Thy rich and niggard waters plough?
"Nor yet, O sea, shalt thou be cursed, If at thy hands we gain the worst, And, wrapt in water, roll about Blind-eyed, unheeding song or shout, Within thine eddies far from shore. Warmed by no sunlight any more. "Therefore, indeed, we joy in thee, And praise thy greatness, and will we Take at thy hands both good and ill, Yea, what thou wilt, and praise thee still, Enduring not to sit at home,
And wait until the last days come, When we no more may care to hold White bosoms under crowns of gold, And our dulled hearts no longer are Stirred by the clangorous noise of war, And hope within our souls is dead, And no joy is remembered.
"So, if thou hast a mind to slay, Fair prize thou hast of us to-day;
And if thou hast a mind to save,
Great praise and honour shalt thou have ; But whatso thou wilt do with us,
Our end shall not be piteous, Because our memories shall live
When folk forget the way to drive
The black keel through the heaped-up sea, And half dried up by waters be."
"I know a little garden close Set thick with lily and red rose, Where I would wander if I might From dewy dawn to dewy night, And have one with me wandering.
"And though within it no birds sing, And though no pillared house is there, And though the apple boughs are bare Of fruit and blossom, would to God, Her feet upon the green grass trod, And I beheld them as before.
"There comes a murmur from the shore, And in the place two fair streams are, Drawn from the purple hills afar, Drawn down unto the restless sea;
The hills whose flowers ne'er fed the bee, The shore no ship hath ever seen, Still beaten by the billows green, Whose murmur comes unceasingly Unto the place for which I cry.
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