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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
As if to balance the prone brow
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,”
And held himself erect
(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
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 !
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 !
What are we two ?
now, As of old, I am I, thou art thou !
Say again, what we are ?
Nor stop till, where the cold sea raves The sprite of a star,
By Lido's wet accursed graves,
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,
And formal lines without a curve,
O'er the small sea-water thread
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
Escape just then, of all times then,
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
To let lie curling o'er their bosoms.
She speaks To-morrow, if a harp-string, say, Is used to tie the jasmine back
“ HOW THEY BROUGHT THE
And one eye's black intelligence,
that glance GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX”
O'er its white edge at me, his own master,
askance ! [16-]
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!”
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
on his track ;
without peer ;