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And seem'd as they would ask me, if they Much the same smile? This grew; I gave durst,

commands ; How such a glance came there ; so, not the Then all smiles stopp'd together. There first

she stands Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 't was As if alive. Will 't please you rise ? We'll not

meet Her husband's presence only, callid that The company below, then. I repeat, spot

The Count your master's known munifiOf joy into the Duchess' cheek : perhaps Fra Pandolf chanced to say “ Her mantle Is ample warrant that no just pretence laps

Of mine for dowry will be disallow'd ; Over my lady's wrist too much," or Though his fair daughter's self, as I avow'd “ Paint

At starting, is my object. Nay, we 'll go Must never hope to reproduce the faint Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, Half-flush that dies along her throat : " such though, stuff

Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity, Was courtesy, she thought, and cause Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze enough

for me? For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart – how shall I say ? — too soon made glad,

INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH Too easily impress’d ; she lik'd whate'er

CAMP She look'd on, and her looks went everywhere.

You know, we French storm'd Ratisbon : Sir,'t was all one! My favor at her breast,

A mile or so away
The dropping of the daylight in the West, On a little mound, Napoleon
The bough of cherries some officious fool Stood on our storming-day ;
Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule With neck out-thrust, you fancy how,
She rode with round the terrace - all and Legs wide, arms lock'd behind,

As if to balance the prone brow
Would draw from her alike the approving Oppressive with its mind.

speech, Or blush, at least. She thank'd men,

Just as perhaps he mus'd “My plans good ! but thank'd

That soar, to earth may fall, Somehow -I know not how — as if she Let once my army leader Lannes rank'd

Waver at yonder wall,”
My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name Out 'twixt the battery smokes there flew
With anybody's gift. Who'd stoop to blame A rider, bound on bound
This sort of trifling? Even had you skill Full-galloping ; nor bridle drew
In speech — (which I have not) — to make Until he reach'd the mound.
Quite clear to such an one, and say, “ Just Then off there flung in smiling joy,

And held himself erect
Or that in you disgusts me ; here you miss, By just his horse's mane, a boy:
Or there exceed the mark” - and if she You hardly could suspect

(So tight he kept his lips compress’d, Herself be lesson'd so, nor plainly set Scarce any blood came through) Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made ex- You look'd twice ere you saw his breast cuse,

Was all but shot in two. - E'en then would be some stooping ; and I choose

“Well,” cried he, “Emperor, by God's Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smild, no grace doubt,

We've got you Ratisbon ! Whene'er I pass'd her ; but who pass’d The Marshal is in the market-place, without

And you 'll be there anon

your will

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She sings The moth's kiss, first ! Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve, How my face, your flower, had purs'd Its petals up ; so, here and there You brush it, till I grow aware Who wants me, and wide ope I burst.

The bee's kiss, now !
Kiss me as if


My heart at some noonday,
A bud that dares not disallow
The claim, so, all is render'd up,
And passively its shatter'd cup
Over your head to sleep I bow.

She speaks Say after me, and try to say My very words, as if each word Came from you of your own accord, In your own voice, in your own way : “ This woman's heart and soul and brain Are mine as much as this gold chain She bids me wear ; which (say again) “I choose to make by cherishing A precious thing, or choose to fling Over the boat-side, ring by ring." And yet once more say

no word more ! Since words are only words. Give o'er ! Unless you call me, all the same, Familiarly by my pet name, Which if the Three should hear you call, And me reply to, would proclaim At once our secret to them all. Ask of me, too, command me, blame — Do, break down the partition-wall 'Twixt us, the daylight world beholds Curtain'd in dusk and splendid folds !

He sings

What are we two ?
I am a Jew,
And carry thee, farther than friends can

To a feast of our tribe;
Where they need thee to bribe
The devil that blasts them unless he imbibe
Thy ... Scatter the vision for ever! And

now, As of old, I am I, thou art thou !


And now,

you ?

Say again, what we are ?

Nor stop till, where the cold sea raves The sprite of a star,

By Lido's wet accursed graves,
I lure thee above where the destinies bar They scoop mine, roll me to its brink,
My plumes their full play


on thy breast I sink ! Tiil à ruddier ray Than my pale one announce there is wither

She replies, musing ing away Some Scatter the vision for ever! Dip your arm o'er the boat side, elbow

deep, As of old, I am I, thou art thou !

As I do : thus : were death so unlike sleep,

Caught this way? Death's to fear from He muses

flame or steel,

Or poison doubtless ; but from waterOh, which were best, to roam or rest ?

feel ! The land's lap or the water's breast ? To sleep on yellow millet-sheaves,

Go find the bottom ! Would you stay me ? Or swim in lucid shallows, just

There ! Eluding water-lily leaves,

Now pluck a great blade of that ribbonAn inch from Death's black fingers, thrust

grass To lock you, whom release he must; To plait in where the foolish jewel was, Which life were best on Summer eves ? I flung away : since you have prais'd my

hair, He speaks, musing

'T is proper to be choice in what I wear. Lie back : could thought of mine improve

He speaks From this shoulder let there spring

Row home? must we row home? Too surely A wing ; from this, another wing ;

Know I where its front's demurely Wings, not legs and feet, shall move Over the Guidecca pil'd ;

Window just with window mating, Snow-white must they spring, to blend Door on door exactly waiting, With your flesh, but I intend

All's the set face of a child : They shall deepen to the end,

But behind it, where 's a trace Broader, into burning gold,

Of the staidness and reserve,
Till both wings crescent-wise enfold

And formal lines without a curve,
Your perfect self, from 'neath your feet In the same child's playing-face ?
To o'er your head, where, lo, they meet No two windows look one way
As if a million sword-blades huri'd

O'er the small sea-water thread
Defiance from you to the world !

Below them. Ah, the autumn day Rescue me thou, the only real !

I, passing, saw you overhead ! And scare away this mad ideal

First, out a cloud of curtain blew, That came, nor motions to depart !

Then a sweet cry, and last came you
Thanks ! Now, stay ever as thou art ! To catch your lory that must needs

Escape just then, of all times then,
Still he muses

To peck a tall plant's fleecy seeds

And make me happiest of men. What if the Three should catch at last I scarce could breathe to see you reach Thy serenader? While there 's cast So far back o'er the balcony, Paul's cloak about my head, and fast To catch him ere he climb'd too high Gian pinions me, Himself has past

Above you in the Smyrna peach, His stylet through my back; I reel; That quick the round smooth cord of gold, And . .. is it thou I feel ?

This coil'd hair on your head, unroll’d,

Fell down you like a gorgeous snake They trail me, these three godless knaves, The Roman girls were wont, of old, Past every church that saints and saves, When Rome there was, for coolness' sake

you !

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To let lie curling o'er their bosoms.
Dear lory, may his beak retain
Ever its delicate rose stain,
As if the wounded lotus-blossoms
Had mark'd their thief to know again.
Stay longer yet, for others' sake
Than mine! What should your chamber

do ?
With all its rarities that ache
In silence while day lasts, but wake
At night-time and their life renew,
Suspended just to pleasure you
Who brought against their will together
These objects, and, while day lasts, weave
Around them such a magic tether
That dumb they look : your harp, believe,
With all the sensitive tight strings
Which dare not speak, now to itself
Breathes slumberously, as if some elf
Went in and out the chords, — his wings
Make murmur, wheresoe'er they graze,
As an angel may, between the maze
Of midnight palace-pillars, on
And on, to sow God's plagues, have gone
Through guilty glorious Babylon.
And while such murmurs flow, the nymph
Bends o'er the harp-top from her shell
As the dry limpet for the lymph
Come with a tune he knows so well.
And how your statues' hearts must swell!
And how your pictures must descend
To see each other, friend with friend !
Oh, could you take them by surprise,
You'd find Schidone's eager Duke
Doing the quaintest courtesies
To that prim saint by Haste-thee-Luke!
And, deeper into her rock den,
Bold Castelfranco's Magdalen
You'd find retreated from the ken
Of that rob'd counsel-keeping Ser -
As if the Tizian thinks of her,
And is not, rather, gravely bent
On seeing for himself what toys
Are these his progeny invent,
What litter now the board employs
Whereon he sign'd a document
That got him murder'd ! Each enjoys
Its night so well, you cannot break
The sport up : so, indeed must make
More stay with me, for others' sake.

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And one eye's black intelligence,


O'er its white edge at me, his own master,

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And the thick heavy spume-flakes which I SPRANG to the stirrap, and Joris, and he ; aye and anon I gallop'd, Dirck gallop'd, we gallop'd all His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping

three ; “Good speed !cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;

By Hasselt, Dirck groan'd ; and cried Speed !” echoed the wall to us galloping

Joris “ Stay spur! through ;

Your Roos gallop'd bravely, the fault 's Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to not in her, rest,

We'll remember at Aix" for one heard And into the midnight we gallop'd abreast.

the quick wheeze

Of her chest, saw the stretch'd neck and Not a word to each other ; we kept the

staggering knees, great pace

And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the Neck by neck, stride by stride, never

flank, changing our place;

As down on her haunches she shudder'd I turn'd in my saddle and made its girths

and sank. tight, Then shorten'd each stirrup, and set the So, we were left galloping, Joris and I, pique right,

Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chain'd slacker

the sky; the bit,

The broad sun above laugh'd a pitiless Nor gallop'd less steadily Roland a whit.


'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright 'T was moonset at starting ; but while we stubble like chaff ; drew near

Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang Lokeren, the cocks crew and twilight white, dawn'd clear ;

And “Gallop,” gasped Joris, “ for Aix is in At Boom, a great yellow star came out to sight!

see; At Düffeld, 't was morning as plain as could “How they 'll greet us !” — and all in a

moment his roan And from Mechelm church-steeple we heard Roll'd neck and croup over, lay dead as a the half chime,

stone ; So, Joris broke silence with, “Yet there is And there was my Roland to bear the time!”

whole weight

Of the news which alone could save Aix At Aershot, up leap'd of a sudden the sun,

from her fate, And against him the cattle stood black With his nostrils like pits full of blood to every one,

the brim, To stare thro’ the mist at us galloping past, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' And I saw my stout galloper Roland at

rim. last, With resolute shoulders, each butting away Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster The haze, as some bluff river headland its

let fall, spray :

Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt

and all, And his low head and crest, just one sharp Stood up in the stirrnp, lean'd, patted his ear bent back

ear, For my voice, and the other prick'd out Calld my Roland his pet name, my horse

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