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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: Harry</p> +<p>Author: Fanny Wheeler Hart</p> +<p>Release Date: June 28, 2005 [eBook #16144]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARRY***</p> +<p> </p> +<h3>E-text preparerd by Barbara Tozier, William Flis,<br /> + and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br /> + (https://www.pgdp.net)</h3> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<h1>HARRY.</h1> + +<h4>BY</h4> + +<h2 class="sc">Fanny Wheeler Hart</h2> + +<h3>THE AUTHOR</h3> + +<h4>OF</h4> + +<h3>'<i>MRS. JERNINGHAM'S JOURNAL</i>'</h3> + +<h3>FOURTH EDITION.</h3> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h4>New York</h4> + +<h4>MACMILLAN AND CO.</h4> + +<h4>1877</h4> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<h4>DEDICATED TO</h4> + +<h3 class="sc">Menella Smedley,</h3> + +<h4>AS A TINY TOKEN</h4> + +<h4>OF</h4> + +<h3>BOUNDLESS LOVE AND ADMIRATION.</h3> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page1" id="page1"></a>[pg 1]</span> + + + + +<h1>HARRY.</h1> + + + +<h2>PART I.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Love caught his heart in a lovely surprise,</p> +<p>Just the first moment he looked in my eyes:</p> +<p>Poor little eyes! by no prescience lit,</p> +<p>They saw him three weeks ere I lov'd him one bit.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Fair is the book<a id="footnotetag1" name="footnotetag1"></a><a href="#footnote1"><sup>1</sup></a> where we read of a life</p> +<p>Born to a throne, taking love for its bliss,</p> +<p>Self-reproach wounding the sweet royal wife</p> +<p>For keeping two years he had asked for as his.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page2" id="page2"></a>[pg 2]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>So <i>I</i> might suffer a sort of remorse,</p> +<p>Thinking of days that I cared not, yet knew;</p> +<p>Only, he says, ''Tis a matter of course</p> +<p>Girls should be woo'd and their lovers should woo.'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Only, the blossom he stoops not to touch.</p> +<p>Sparkling with beauty that lies at his feet;</p> +<p>Only, the blossom he coveteth much,</p> +<p>Is one that shineth as distant as sweet.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Only, a bird may fly helplessly near,</p> +<p>Chirping aloud in a manner too free;</p> +<p>Only, the bird he delighteth to hear,</p> +<p>Sings from the far-away top of a tree.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Is it for this he first fancied me, then?</p> +<p>He to whom earth her allegiance brings,</p> +<p>Noblest of nobles, a king among men,</p> +<p>Hero of heroes! a god among kings!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page3" id="page3"></a>[pg 3]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'Twill be very nice to be very old,</p> +<p>And with wrinkled brows and eyes that are dim,</p> +<p>To sit by the fire and in dreams behold</p> +<p>The face of the child that was woo'd by him.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Eve in her Eden, belov'd and preferr'd,</p> +<p>Sun, moon, and stars for her benefit made,</p> +<p>Bright as a blossom and gay as a bird,</p> +<p>Earth at her feet like a pleasure-ground laid;</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>All things about her benignant and fair—</p> +<p>Was she of Adam an actual part?</p> +<p>Love shining over her everywhere—</p> +<p>Had he no trouble in winning her heart?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Born with a mind even Kant must admit</p> +<p>Had no antecedents for doubt or regret,</p> +<p>Only white paper where nothing is writ,</p> +<p>Was she his wife the first moment they met?</p> +<p>Did she no gradual wooing receive?</p> +<p>Was she never a girl?—I am sorry for Eve!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page4" id="page4"></a>[pg 4]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Or if like others her history sped,</p> +<p>In those lovely regions to mortals unknown;</p> +<p>Flirting and courting and woo'd ere she wed,</p> +<p>Was the bird of her paradise Eve's chaperone?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I wonder if Adam my fancy would strike</p> +<p>As something like Harry!—What <i>is</i> Harry like?</p> +<p>Handsome and tall, with command in his eye,</p> +<p>The sweetest of smiles giving sternness the lie;</p> +<p>His soldierly bearing keeps foemen at bay;</p> +<p>His hair is clipped close in the orthodox way;</p> +<p>His nose has a curve from the bridge to the tip:</p> +<p>A statue might envy his short upper lip.</p> +<p>He dances divinely, and walks with an air</p> +<p>Half autocratic and half debonair,</p> +<p>With something about him no words can define:</p> +<p>Eve, was your hero as handsome as mine?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page5" id="page5"></a>[pg 5]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And oh! the years that pass'd over my head</p> +<p>When I was leisurely growing or grown;</p> +<p>And oh! the minutes that suddenly led</p> +<p>To the sweetest thought that ever was known.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Only one glad little glance that I gave,</p> +<p>Where by the window the passion-flower grew,</p> +<p>And a strong man was turn'd into a slave,</p> +<p>Watching and waiting for all that I do.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And a strong man's heart beat only for me—</p> +<p>Only for me while it answers life's call;</p> +<p>Till <i>I</i> was compell'd to hear and to see;</p> +<p>And only one little look did it all!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page6" id="page6"></a>[pg 6]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Oh, such an infinitesimal thing!</p> +<p>One unthought-of minute hurrying by,</p> +<p>And the whole of two lives yet in their spring</p> +<p>Are utterly chang'd for ever and aye!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>If with idle heart and with careless eyes</p> +<p>I had not happened just there and just then</p> +<p>To smile at a flower beneath the skies,</p> +<p>Should I never have lov'd the first of men?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Had he seen me first in a festal hour,</p> +<p>Or riding, or driving, or by the sea,</p> +<p>And not with a smile for the passion-flower,</p> +<p>Would he never, never have cared for me?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Who planted the root, and its climbing plann'd?</p> +<p>Who water'd below or cherish'd above?</p> +<p>Is it the work of a gardener's hand</p> +<p>That causes my Harry and me to love?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page7" id="page7"></a>[pg 7]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Had that gardener never been born or hir'd,</p> +<p>Or done this one insignificant thing;</p> +<p>Had the passion-flower died;—my heart is tir'd</p> +<p>With the troublesome sudden thoughts that spring;</p> +<p>And mine eyes are filling with foolish tears,</p> +<p>And the pang that I feel is sharp and keen,</p> +<p>As I see the empty unhappy years,</p> +<p>And I think of all that might <i>not</i> have been.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> + * * * * * + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Treason to love, that such thoughts should arise!</p> +<p>In Heaven I <i>know</i> our marriage was made;</p> +<p>Heaven <i>is</i> somewhere beyond those blue skies,</p> +<p>Why am I weeping and feeling afraid?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Happy the angels, who tenderly plan</p> +<p>These beautiful compacts to glorify man!</p> +<p>Happy the man and the woman who take</p> +<p>Humbly their crown for the dear angels' sake!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page8" id="page8"></a>[pg 8]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Love in our hearts giving strength to endure,</p> +<p>Eternal itself, makes eternity sure;</p> +<p>Earth growing perfect, unspeakably dear,</p> +<p>Only makes heaven seem yet more near.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Why do I tremble in fanciful doubt?</p> +<p>All things—or nothing—had brought it about;</p> +<p>Whatever might happen, <i>I must</i> be his;</p> +<p>What signifies <i>talking</i>, since <i>so it is</i>?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page9" id="page9"></a>[pg 9]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>So there came the last of the careless days:</p> +<p>Did time in the very same manner move?</p> +<p>(My heart almost stops in a mute amaze</p> +<p>To think that it ever was <i>not</i> in love.)</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Up in the morning, as gay as a lark,</p> +<p>With a glad good-bye to the pleasant night;</p> +<p>Without an idea I am in the dark,</p> +<p>Or that just beyond is the real light;</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Running down stairs, with a laugh as I ran,</p> +<p>Free as 'the blossom that hangs on the bough'—</p> +<p>I never had given a thought to a man,</p> +<p>And why in the world should I give one now.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page10" id="page10"></a>[pg 10]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Dancing along through the hawthorn-crown'd lane,</p> +<p>'Neath showers of flowers whose name I bear,</p> +<p>Was it not strange I should find Harry Vane</p> +<p>Coming to meet me just then and just there?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Is it for this our two lives have been led,</p> +<p>Each travelling on its different way,</p> +<p>To meet with the blue sky over our head</p> +<p>Shaded by delicate blossoms of may?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Little reck'd I whom I happened to meet,</p> +<p>That I had a lover I never guess'd,</p> +<p>As I danc'd along with my careless feet,</p> +<p>And the heart of a child within my breast.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I had seen him a dozen times before,</p> +<p>With a pleasure that brought no sudden change;</p> +<p>I knew that he lik'd me—but nothing more:</p> +<p>O Harry! to think of it <i>is</i> so strange!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page11" id="page11"></a>[pg 11]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Sauntering on with the birds and the flowers,</p> +<p>Talking of things that we know or we knew—</p> +<p>Of the pretty wishes that once were ours</p> +<p>In long-ago times when our years were few:</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>A wild little bird skims rapidly by;</p> +<p>And I tell of a day when my heart was stirr'd,</p> +<p>And I cried as only a child can cry,</p> +<p>That I was a girl instead of a bird.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'And oh!' in an eager manner I cried,</p> +<p>'I am feeling the very same wish to-day:</p> +<p>Oh for two wild wings, and to spread them wide,</p> +<p>And rush through the sky away and away.'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I cast up my eyes, to the smiling skies,</p> +<p>And smiling I lower'd their glance again,</p> +<p>And as they were lower'd they met his eyes,</p> +<p>And a thrill went through me of sweetest pain.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page12" id="page12"></a>[pg 12]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I blush'd when I thought of my eager words—</p> +<p>But why do I blush? and why do I care?</p> +<p>What does it matter to me and the birds,</p> +<p>Or the pretty blossoms or scented air?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'And I,' he replied, 'have my wishes too:</p> +<p>Time teaches the real meaning of things;</p> +<p>And only this moment, looking at you,</p> +<p>I felt that an angel need <i>not</i> have wings.'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>We had sauntered on to the garden gate:</p> +<p>He look'd in my eyes ere we turn'd to part:</p> +<p>I walk'd away in a manner sedate,</p> +<p>And with something new just touching my heart.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page13" id="page13"></a>[pg 13]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>When the first violet open'd in bloom,</p> +<p>Was it surpris'd at its lovely perfume?</p> +<p>Why does not History tell us, who met</p> +<p>First, the sweet breath of the first violet?</p> +<p>Rather I'd know it than facts that are known—</p> +<p>As when some tyrant ascended some throne,</p> +<p>A battle was fought, a comet display'd,</p> +<p>Coals were discover'd, or steam-engines made.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I can no moment recall, ere I knew</p> +<p>Perfume pertain'd to those blossoms of blue;</p> +<p>Had the first knowledge of sweetness like this</p> +<p>Touch'd me to-day, what perfection of bliss!</p> +<p>Children with all that creation can grant</p> +<p>Scarcely will miss the one pleasure I want,</p> +<p>Just to <i>remember</i> the day and the hour</p> +<p>When, by spring breezes caressingly blown,</p> +<p>Delicate fragrance of violet flower</p> +<p>First touch'd my senses, becoming my own!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page14" id="page14"></a>[pg 14]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And what can it be—oh, what can it be,</p> +<p>That has garnish'd earth with a golden grace?</p> +<p>What is this something that entering me</p> +<p>Changes my life in a minute of space?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>When I first notic'd the power in his eyes—</p> +<p>Watching to see if they praise or condemn,</p> +<p>Blushing to meet them—came into the skies</p> +<p>Beauty that never has vanish'd from them.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>When I first stopp'd in the midst of my mirth,</p> +<p>While my heart beat in a tremulous way</p> +<p>Only to see him,—came over the earth,</p> +<p>Glory that earth has retain'd to this day.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page15" id="page15"></a>[pg 15]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>When the first whisper assaulted my ear,</p> +<p>When the first pressure astonish'd my hand,</p> +<p>When I first fancied that <i>I</i> might be dear—</p> +<p>Life was a miracle joyous and grand.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>When he first woo'd me with prayers, for his own,</p> +<p>Suddenly came an eclipse of the light:</p> +<p>Sighing, I wish'd he would let me alone;</p> +<p>Smiling, I long'd to hide out of his sight.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Life being lit by a fairy-like gleam,</p> +<p>Sparkling and glittering, tender and pure,</p> +<p>Was not he stupid to change such a dream</p> +<p>Into reality tame and secure?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'Tis sweet to find I am wrong in the thought,</p> +<p>Joy is but brighter for being confess'd;</p> +<p>Every moment has happiness brought,</p> +<p>Every stage of true love is the best.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page16" id="page16"></a>[pg 16]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>They wish me at home to sit and to sew—</p> +<p>And I like to do what my aunt thinks right—</p> +<p>But the stitching never seem'd half so slow,</p> +<p>Nor zigzagg'd itself as it did one night.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And my work kept slipping out of my hand</p> +<p>As wonderful thoughts came into my head:</p> +<p>Sure, life is becoming too bright and grand</p> +<p>To be given up to needles and thread!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I was thinking of words that Harry spake,</p> +<p>And of looks that more than mere words betray,</p> +<p>With a joy as pure as the first snow-flake,</p> +<p>And almost as ready to melt away.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page17" id="page17"></a>[pg 17]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And with little tears beginning to start,</p> +<p>And with smiles and blushes that come and go;</p> +<p>And I did not know what was in my heart,</p> +<p>Or else I pretended I did not know!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>O sudden awaking from dream so fair!</p> +<p>'Tis the voice of my aunt, and I hear it say—</p> +<p>'Child, are you falling asleep in your chair?</p> +<p>Will you <i>ever</i> finish that collar, May?'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I caught up my work (I knew I was wrong),</p> +<p>Determin'd to finish it ere we sup;</p> +<p>But something within me, for me too strong,</p> +<p>Conquer'd myself, and I <i>had</i> to give up.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'O, my Aunt Bridget,' I timidly said,</p> +<p>'I am <i>tired</i> of stitching—I <i>want</i> to rest;</p> +<p>O let me gather the roses instead,</p> +<p>The young little roses the first and best.'</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page18" id="page18"></a>[pg 18]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Soft summer twilights caressing the air</p> +<p>Have buried the garden in lovely gloom;</p> +<p>But I knew that the eagerest roses there</p> +<p>Were just beginning to think they might bloom.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The pretty wee stars kept peeping about,</p> +<p>And even peep'd in through our prison bars,</p> +<p>As she gravely said, 'Who ever went out</p> +<p>To gather a rose by the light of stars?'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>My heart beat fast at the beautiful phrase;</p> +<p>She had not intended it, I suppose,</p> +<p>But I felt I could love her all my days,</p> +<p>If under the stars I might pluck one rose!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Pleading my cause in so ardent a way,</p> +<p>Almost evoking an answering glow,</p> +<p>Crying, 'You once were as young and as gay'—</p> +<p>Then, she smil'd a little and let me go.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page19" id="page19"></a>[pg 19]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'Twas pleasure enough to be out of doors;</p> +<p>I look'd at the stars and I felt content:</p> +<p>But it never rains, you know, but it pours,</p> +<p>And the path that I <i>had</i> to go—I went!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Playing with fancies, in fanciful play,</p> +<p>'If I want a rose,' I demurely said,</p> +<p>'I must look for an omen to point the way,</p> +<p>And I must look for it over my head.'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>So I found a star that shone in the sky,</p> +<p>And mark'd how it glitter'd down on a tree,</p> +<p>And felt—but I swear that I know not why—</p> +<p>There grow the roses intended for me!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And as I approach the shadowy boughs</p> +<p>That are spreading out over earth and air,</p> +<p>A gay little miracle fate allows,</p> +<p>And the star appears to be sparkling there!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page20" id="page20"></a>[pg 20]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Gladly I ran o'er the daisy-clad plain,</p> +<p>Led by the shimmering light of the star,</p> +<p>And under the tree I found—Harry Vane</p> +<p>Lying, and smoking a 'mild cigar!'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I started astonish'd—he stood upright,</p> +<p>And said, in a voice persuasively kind,</p> +<p>'Don't you <i>know</i> that I come here every night,</p> +<p>To see your shadow flit by on the blind?'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I look'd where he pointed, as if 'twas I</p> +<p>Could see my own phantom flicker and pass,—</p> +<p>And <i>Aunt Bridget's</i> shadow mov'd solemnly by,</p> +<p>Over the canvas that hangs by the glass!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Oh, how could we help it?—we laugh'd aloud</p> +<p>(Birds never cease their sweet voices in spring;</p> +<p>And I think in youth little laughters crowd</p> +<p>And spring to our lips at everything!)</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page21" id="page21"></a>[pg 21]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>In laughter we lost all sense of surprise;</p> +<p>It seem'd only natural we should meet;</p> +<p>And a star shot flaming across the skies,</p> +<p>And a little glow-worm gleam'd at my feet.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And a distant bell swung its solemn chime,</p> +<p>That seem'd to me like the voice of a star;</p> +<p>And I think, through a century of time,</p> +<p>I shall always believe that such things are.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And then—it was then—he spoke, and I heard;</p> +<p>And the moon rose up, and the stars grew dim,</p> +<p>And all of a sudden the nightingale-bird</p> +<p>Triumphantly chanted her jubilant hymn.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page22" id="page22"></a>[pg 22]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>What are you singing about, little birds,</p> +<p>Twittering loudly in lime-tree and oak?</p> +<p>Telling each other the wonderful words</p> +<p>On a sweet May evening a lover spoke?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Butterflies, floating away from the trees,</p> +<p>With blossom-like wings of delicate dye,</p> +<p>You are bearing tidings certain to please,</p> +<p>Scatter them freely, but do not ask why.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Two lovers stood 'neath a star-lighted sky,</p> +<p>Half fearfully touching enchanted ground:</p> +<p>One lover was Harry, and one was I,</p> +<p>And the world went merrily round and round.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page23" id="page23"></a>[pg 23]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Souls rushing together from distant parts,</p> +<p>Vows utter'd that cannot be ever undone;</p> +<p>A minute ago two lives and two hearts,</p> +<p>Through time and eternity now but one.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>O foolish butterflies! chattering birds!</p> +<p>Instinct in vain with humanity strives;</p> +<p>You can't understand the wonderful words</p> +<p>Or magical kisses that changed two lives!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page24" id="page24"></a>[pg 24]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>What is Nature made for? is it for us</p> +<p>The beautiful world is burnish'd and blent?</p> +<p>If we had not eyes, would blossoms shine thus?</p> +<p>If we had not nostrils, would they have scent?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I heard a philosopher say—in isles</p> +<p>Surrounded by ocean, apart, alone,</p> +<p>With no living creature to reckon miles,</p> +<p>Wherein life had never been born or known,</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>That the clouds with electric flash may meet,</p> +<p>And thunder may rattle its dreadful breath,</p> +<p>Yet never a sound break the rest complete,</p> +<p>Or the silence of this eternal death;</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page25" id="page25"></a>[pg 25]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>That the fierce storm-wind may bluster and blow,</p> +<p>Tearing the trees from the root-broken ground,</p> +<p>Or the wild sea-surf may leap and may flow</p> +<p>In solemn silence with never a sound.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>For sound is but the vibrations of air</p> +<p>That strike on the drum of the living ear;</p> +<p>So if never a living ear is there,</p> +<p>There is nothing to strike and nothing to hear.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Though the vibrations move on, and live,</p> +<p>And thus the law of their being obey,</p> +<p>'Tis the ear produces the sound they give—</p> +<p>That's what I heard a philosopher say.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>So if thunder, roll'd through quivering air,</p> +<p>With that awful silence reigning around,</p> +<p>And you or I suddenly landed there,</p> +<p>All Nature would break at once into sound.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page26" id="page26"></a>[pg 26]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>It seems very strange and eerie, you know;</p> +<p>I don't understand how it is—do you?</p> +<p>But a philosopher said it, so</p> +<p>I really suppose that it must be true.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And is not there something in human hearts</p> +<p>(Mountains, you know, must spring out of the flat)</p> +<p>That at Love's light touch into music starts?</p> +<p>Ah, what would philosophers say to <i>that</i>?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page27" id="page27"></a>[pg 27]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There never was summer so bright as this,</p> +<p>And the world will always be burnished thus;</p> +<p>For if Love the magical painter is,</p> +<p>He for ever will paint the same for us.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'Tis a light within that illumes the land;</p> +<p>And free as the birds from sorrow or strife,</p> +<p>Very close together, and hand in hand,</p> +<p>We shall walk on through unlimited life.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'Ah, Harry!' I cried, 'I shall lean on <i>you</i>!</p> +<p>'Tis the purest joy to look up so high;</p> +<p>You will teach me all that I ought to do;</p> +<p>On your noble strength can my steps rely.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page28" id="page28"></a>[pg 28]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I hope that you know I am very weak,</p> +<p>Only a poor little thing at the best;</p> +<p>But children can love before they can speak,</p> +<p>And I hope that love will make up the rest.'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Oh beautiful pathway, untouched by care;</p> +<p>Oh you scattered roses on which we tread;</p> +<p>You lead to a church with its holy prayer,</p> +<p>And its Heaven-blessing over us shed!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page29" id="page29"></a>[pg 29]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Nightingales singing an exquisite tune</p> +<p>All the sweet music for me and for you,</p> +<p>Saying my prayers by the light of the moon,</p> +<p>Happy the prayers that are utter'd for two!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Stars in the depth of a fathomless space,</p> +<p>Summer-blue sky by no shadow o'ercast,</p> +<p>Joy pointing on to a far-away grace</p> +<p>Brighter than e'en the beneficent past;</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Trouble to measureless distances fled,</p> +<p>Death too remote to be worthy a sigh—</p> +<p>Can there be any one sorry or dead?</p> +<p>Sorrow or death 'neath a summer-blue sky!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page30" id="page30"></a>[pg 30]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Was there a moment we never had met?</p> +<p>Was there a time unexalted by him?</p> +<p>Shone the same lustre in suns when they set?</p> +<p>Sparkled the river with joy to the brim?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Glitter'd the blue over heaven and sea?</p> +<p>Flutter'd the birds to a musical call?</p> +<p>Could he be happy unconscious of me?</p> +<p>And, without Harry, what was I at all?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I stand on a rock where two rivers meet,</p> +<p>With a life behind and a life before;</p> +<p>And one is ebbing away from my feet,</p> +<p>And the other is rising more and more.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Ah, poor little maiden! ah, dear little wife!</p> +<p>Ah, days that are past and days that will come!</p> +<p>The past is nothing—this only is life;</p> +<p>I am going with <i>him</i> and am going <span class="sc">Home</span>.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page31" id="page31"></a>[pg 31]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And such a sweet pretty home as it is!</p> +<p>What shall I do with my exquisite bliss?</p> +<p>How can I ever be charming enough,</p> +<p>Where rumpling a roseleaf will make the path rough?</p> +<p>How can I thank the great Father above</p> +<p>For showing His child such abundance of love?</p> +<p>With Harry a home in a hovel were sweet,</p> +<p>And this is a palace that lies at my feet.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I look at the gardens spread out in the sun,</p> +<p>Where every rosebud a prize might have won;</p> +<p>Where lilies lift up tinted crowns to the skies,</p> +<p>And clematis strike you aghast by their size;</p> +<p>Where lawns smooth as ice tempt your feet as they pass,</p> +<p>Though only a fairy should tread on such grass;</p> +<p>And big forest trees on the slopes, spread afar</p> +<p>Those branches that grander than anything are.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page32" id="page32"></a>[pg 32]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I sweep through the rooms where the mirrors portray</p> +<p>A slender young thing in a robe of pale gray,</p> +<p>And catching quick glimpses, now here and now there,</p> +<p>I own with delight she is graceful and fair;</p> +<p>I study the creature, and smile as I see</p> +<p>How handsome a woman one day she may be;</p> +<p>I draw myself up with a stately expanse</p> +<p>And try to look grand, while I'm longing to dance;</p> +<p>I flourish, I curtsey, I slip and I slide;—</p> +<p>This will do for a wife, this is fit for a bride.</p> +<p>I smile and I bow, in a dignified way,</p> +<p>And even shake hands with the lady in gray;</p> +<p>Then draw back astonish'd, afraid to offend,</p> +<p>It is all a mistake, and she is not a friend.</p> +<p>In a moment sweeps over the vision a change</p> +<p>Deliciously sweet and suddenly strange,</p> +<p>A blush in the cheek and a light in the eyes;—</p> +<p>A step in the passage, to meet it she flies,</p> +<p>And still in the mirror I mark the embrace,</p> +<p>Where the strong manly arms hide the small blushing face.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page33" id="page33"></a>[pg 33]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>When the sun rises early to call people out,</p> +<p>There is nothing so sweet as to wander about,</p> +<p>A hand on an arm or an arm round a waist,</p> +<p>In lover-like leisure or holiday haste.</p> +<p>Then, all is delightful we see or we hear,</p> +<p>And speaking or silence are equally dear;</p> +<p>The earth at our feet of an emerald hue,</p> +<p>The Heaven above us incredibly blue,</p> +<p>The flowers baptiz'd with miraculous dew.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>While yet the sky blushes to welcome the sun,</p> +<p>Through the gay gardens we stroll and we run;</p> +<p>In fields where lambs gambol less happy than we,</p> +<p>Glittering grass makes a sheen like the sea;</p> +<p>Birds unexpectedly set up a chant,</p> +<p>Adding a joy that the world seem'd to want.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page34" id="page34"></a>[pg 34]</span> +<p>Creation is made for our pleasure alone:</p> +<p>Adam and Eve, with no sin to atone,</p> +<p>Knowledge untasted, less rapture have known!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Keeping by Harry, a friend who is fond</p> +<p>Follows as closely as follow he can:</p> +<p><i>Is</i> there an earthly affection beyond</p> +<p>The love a good dog feels for a good man?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>If twenty people fling down twenty gloves</p> +<p>Our Rover has never been known to fail;</p> +<p>He picks out the glove of the man he loves,</p> +<p>And brings it triumphantly, wagging his tail.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Rover and I, under shadowy yew,</p> +<p>List'ning for Harry's dear step on the path—</p> +<p>He <i>always</i> hears it the first of the two,</p> +<p>Which gives me a feeling half joy, half wrath.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page35" id="page35"></a>[pg 35]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>By divers states can our spirits be mov'd</p> +<p>Our hearts will answer to many a touch;</p> +<p>We love one creature for being much lov'd,</p> +<p>And we love another for loving much.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>By delicate touches our souls are stirr'd,</p> +<p>Fraught with a meaning life never reveals:</p> +<p>I wonder the Bible says not a word</p> +<p>Of the faithful love that a good dog feels.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page36" id="page36"></a>[pg 36]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Good are the mornings for birds in a nest,</p> +<p>Fluttering out from a beautiful home;</p> +<p>Good are the mornings, but evenings are best,</p> +<p>Seeking its shelter nor asking to roam.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Life, like a secret, is too much for one—</p> +<p>May be too little where numbers are great—</p> +<p>All <i>may</i> be vanity under the sun,</p> +<p>But all <i>is</i> charming when done <i>tête à tête</i>.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Neighbours <i>will</i> call—what a trouble it is!</p> +<p>Dinners and parties are made for our sake:</p> +<p>Why must society trouble our bliss?</p> +<p>Dinners and neighbours are quite a mistake!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page37" id="page37"></a>[pg 37]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Drest as a bride, I must dine at the Grange;</p> +<p>Harry beside me, I have not a care;</p> +<p>Only it seems so exceedingly strange</p> +<p>Not to be thinking of meeting him there!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Jane does my hair with a skill, I confess,</p> +<p>Smilingly thinking of days that are gone,</p> +<p>When for a party I ran up to dress</p> +<p>With neither a husband nor maid of my own.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Life that is past, did you certainly pass?</p> +<p>When were you actual? how did you change?</p> +<p>Who is this girl that I see in the glass</p> +<p>Thinking of things that are happy and strange?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Who is this man who may enter the room,</p> +<p>Placidly certain his presence must please,</p> +<p>Settle her colours, select her perfume,</p> +<p>Hands in his pockets serenely at ease:</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page38" id="page38"></a>[pg 38]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Who can the girl be, and who is the man?</p> +<p>Light-hearted creatures who live but to love!</p> +<p>'Tis the result of the Angels' kind plan,</p> +<p>One of the marriages made up above!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Hand laid in hand to the stairs we advance,</p> +<p>Feet scarcely touching the carpet at all:</p> +<p>Why should they walk who are able to dance?</p> +<p>Clasping each other, we waltz through the hall!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Pleasant the drive in the twilight's soft gloom;</p> +<p>Dazzling the change to society's light;</p> +<p>Proud of my Harry I enter the room,</p> +<p>Every eye on my gallant young knight.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Lovely the welcome around me I see—</p> +<p>Will it be thus through a beautiful life?</p> +<p>Everybody attentive to me,</p> +<p>And only because I am Harry's wife?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page39" id="page39"></a>[pg 39]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Dear to my heart are the glitter and grace;</p> +<p>But nothing so charming, or bright, is here</p> +<p>As the gracious smile upon Harry's face,</p> +<p>Or his manly voice as it greets my ear.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>As from the banquet the ladies depart</p> +<p>I hear two gentlemen murmuring low—</p> +<p>'The Captain has got an excellent start</p> +<p>But he won't set the Thames on fire, you know!'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then I look back and attempt to decide</p> +<p><i>Who</i> is this Captain who must not aspire;</p> +<p>I meet Harry's eyes, and I smile with pride,</p> +<p>For I know <i>he</i> could set the Thames on fire!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Afterwards music; he sings and I sing,</p> +<p>She sings and they sing, and minutes flit past:—</p> +<p>Harmony certainly quickens Time's wing,</p> +<p>And the lark sings loudest when flying fast.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page40" id="page40"></a>[pg 40]</span> + + + + +<h4 class="sc">His Song.</h4> + + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Must he toil beneath the sun</p> +<p>Who has nothing else to do?</p> +<p>What's the use of such a one?</p> +<p>I know not—pray do you?</p> +<p>Skies are not aflame for him;</p> +<p><i>He</i> converses not with elves;</p> +<p>Primroses on river's brim</p> +<p><i>Can</i> be nothing but themselves.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Need he interfere with me,</p> +<p>Who care only to be blest?</p> +<p>Go thy way, unhappy bee,</p> +<p>Leave a butterfly at rest.</p> +<p>Butterflies with painted wings</p> +<p>Are a part of Nature's plan;</p> +<p>Is not every bird that sings,</p> +<p>Wiser than a busy man?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page41" id="page41"></a>[pg 41]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Harry's rich tenor delighteth my ears</p> +<p>Oft as I hear it; 'tis ever the same;</p> +<p>Brings to my eyes a soft <i>soupçon</i> of tears,</p> +<p>Sends from my heart little thrills through my frame.</p> + </div> </div> + + + + +<h4 class="sc">My Song.</h4> + + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i6">When the sea</p> +<p class="i6">Speaks to me,</p> +<p>Sure I may reply to it;</p> +<p class="i6">When the skies</p> +<p class="i6">Catch my eyes,</p> +<p>I must smile a little bit.</p> +<p class="i6">When the trees</p> +<p class="i6">Try to please</p> +<p>With their buds and blossoms new,</p> +<p class="i6">Shall I dare</p> +<p class="i6">Not to care</p> +<p>For a world so bright and true?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page42" id="page42"></a>[pg 42]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i6">Earth and sky,</p> +<p class="i6">Tell me why</p> +<p>Sorrow ever comes between?</p> +<p class="i6">Is it you,</p> +<p class="i6">Heaven blue?</p> +<p>Is it you, my earth so green?</p> +<p class="i6">Is it there</p> +<p class="i6">In the air</p> +<p>That you neither of you touch?</p> +<p class="i6">Is the wind</p> +<p class="i6">So unkind</p> +<p>When I love its kiss so much?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i6">Let it be</p> +<p class="i6">Earth or sea,</p> +<p>Skies or breezes as they move,</p> +<p class="i6">Earth is sweet</p> +<p class="i6">'Neath my feet,</p> +<p>Heaven sweeter yet above;</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page43" id="page43"></a>[pg 43]</span> +<p class="i6">And the air</p> +<p class="i6">Ev'rywhere</p> +<p>Is the sweetest of the three;</p> +<p class="i6">I will take,</p> +<p class="i6">For their sake,</p> +<p>Anything they bring to me!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Men flocking round me, I find I'm admir'd;</p> +<p>Praise is as sweet as a gratified whim;</p> +<p>When a girl pleases she never feels tir'd—</p> +<p>Harry smiles at me, and I smile at him.</p> +<p>Through the open doors of a crystal dome</p> +<p>Sweet is the scent of the tropical flowers,</p> +<p>The splendid exiles who, banish'd from home,</p> +<p>Are sparkling and shining to gladden ours.</p> +<p>Figures appearing 'mid blossom and fruit,</p> +<p>In an airy, fairy, magical way;</p> +<p>Their lips keep moving altho' they are mute</p> +<p>For ears too distant to hear what they say.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page44" id="page44"></a>[pg 44]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>From a lily bud can a voice be sent?—</p> +<p>'Let us hope the Captain's wild oats are sown;</p> +<p>A pretty young wife should make him content'—</p> +<p>Only a word in a soft-spoken tone!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Moving serenely 'mid beauty and song,</p> +<p>Am not I born for the glittering throng?</p> +<p>Treading on roses with delicate feet,</p> +<p>Is not a life a perpetual treat?</p> +<p>Can we be more than delighted and blest?</p> +<p>Pleasure is beautiful—is it the best?</p> +<p>Highest and best that our nature can know?</p> +<p>Answer my heart—and my heart answers No.</p> +<p>And my heart answers, 'more beautiful yet</p> +<p>Life is for those who leave <i>Home</i> with regret,</p> +<p>And greet it again as the sailor greets shore,</p> +<p>Gaily returning to life gone before.'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Thus from the banquet two lovers depart,</p> +<p>Owning thy truth, lovely voice of my heart;</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page45" id="page45"></a>[pg 45]</span> +<p>Seeking a home that, whatever befall,</p> +<p>Is brighter and sweeter and dearer than all;</p> +<p>Better than all that the world can decree,</p> +<p>For happy young creatures like Harry and me!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Self-ordained critics, we sit at our ease,</p> +<p>Life spread before us to judge as we please;</p> +<p>Harry in quite a ridiculous way</p> +<p>Prates about wine, like a swell in a play;</p> +<p>Next, the made dishes proceeding to scan,</p> +<p>With wisdom becoming a greedy old man;</p> +<p>Looking so charmingly youthful and gay,</p> +<p>I laugh in his face at his airs of <i>gourmet</i>;</p> +<p>Admitting myself but three things to be nice—</p> +<p>Champagne, lobster salad, and strawberry ice.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then pass the people in sparkling review;</p> +<p>I ask fifty questions beginning with Who?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page46" id="page46"></a>[pg 46]</span> +<p>Midnight approaches—a sense of repose</p> +<p>Floating about me, my eyelids half close;</p> +<p>Rising, I languidly say, 'By the bye,</p> +<p>Who is the Captain?' he laughs in reply,</p> +<p>Stands up in front of me, just face to face,</p> +<p>Makes me a bow with an air and a grace:</p> +<p>'The Captain this moment before you' you see—</p> +<p>That's my nickname in the country,' says he.</p> +<p>Pleasantly sleepy I felt ere he spake,</p> +<p>Now I am thoroughly widely awake;</p> +<p>A shock passes through me of horrid surprise,</p> +<p>I turn upon Harry my wondering eyes,</p> +<p>Catching at hopes, as the drowning at straws,</p> +<p>I cry, as the truth for a moment withdraws,</p> +<p>'You're quizzing me, Harry—that's what you're at,</p> +<p>It <i>cannot</i> be <i>you</i> that they speak of like that!'</p> +<p>Then he insists on my telling, displeas'd</p> +<p>At any concealment, <span class="sc">What</span> have I heard?</p> +<p>Worried and wearied, bewilder'd and teaz'd,</p> +<p>I blurt it out and repeat every word!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page47" id="page47"></a>[pg 47]</span> +<p>Harry regards me with almost a stare—</p> +<p>Pulls his moustache with a sort of amaze—</p> +<p>Passes his hand through his clustering hair</p> +<p>And—bursts out laughing, as if it was praise!</p> +<p>There is nothing so sweet or full of grace</p> +<p>(Can one who has seen it ever forget?)</p> +<p>As the smile that comes over Harry's face;</p> +<p>It is Heaven on earth—and yet—and yet—</p> +<p>I feel a strange chill steal into my heart—</p> +<p>Should he permit such remarks from the crowd?</p> +<p>Can it be their part? Can it be his part?</p> +<p>They the mean snobs! he the noble and proud!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page48" id="page48"></a>[pg 48]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>No shooting to-day of partridge or snipe;</p> +<p>It has steadily rained since morning broke,</p> +<p>In dancing spirits I kindle his pipe</p> +<p>(I am learning to like the smell of smoke!)</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He has given up such a deal for me!</p> +<p>He likes to give up his bachelor way;</p> +<p>He says it is charming <i>not</i> to be free,</p> +<p>So he only smokes one pipe in the day.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Together we sit in his little room,</p> +<p>Which is fitted up like a dainty toy;</p> +<p>And if without there is darkness and gloom,</p> +<p>Within there is plenty of light and joy.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page49" id="page49"></a>[pg 49]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'Tell me of all you have done, if you can,'</p> +<p>I cry, as the pretty smoke lightly curls;</p> +<p>'I want to hear of the life of a man</p> +<p>I, who only know of the life of girls!'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He shakes his head with a smile and a nod,</p> +<p>The smoke curling round it with idle aim;</p> +<p>He is like the picture of some young god,</p> +<p>Who, from painted clouds, looks out of a frame.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'The life of a girl is a fairy thing,</p> +<p>With a sweetness none can wish to forget,</p> +<p>Caught from a snowdrop in earliest spring</p> +<p>Or the first faint breath of a violet;</p> +<p>The life of a man, as it is and was,</p> +<p>Is like autumn leaves decaying and dead,</p> +<p>With a flavour of bad theatrical gas,</p> +<p>And of last night's banquet,' my husband said.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page50" id="page50"></a>[pg 50]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I laugh'd at the gay nonsensical speech,</p> +<p>In my merry pride at being his wife;</p> +<p>I sat at his feet, and I bade him teach</p> +<p>A neophyte out of his noble life.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He mutter'd 'My noble life!' with a frown,</p> +<p>'With noble lives I have little to do;</p> +<p>My dear, put those frivolous notions down,</p> +<p>I am but a man, and a weak one too.</p> +<p>My life has been full of confounded things,</p> +<p>I am only a man, like other men;</p> +<p>But we hear a flutter of angel-wings,</p> +<p>And our demons forsake us, there and then.</p> +<p>In marrying <i>thee</i>, my innocent sprite,</p> +<p>I had caught a glimpse of a purer joy;</p> +<p>I turn'd a new page, and the page was white;</p> +<p>I'm quite determin'd to be a good boy!'</p> +<p>His hand sought my head with a careless grace,</p> +<p>And the sun shone suddenly out on us;</p> +<p>O gracious and sweet was my Harry's face,—</p> +<p>Why should a hero belie himself thus?</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page51" id="page51"></a>[pg 51]</span> + + + + +<h2>PART II.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>When turf is level how rapid the pace!</p> +<p>Linger ye moments!—be patient my life!</p> +<p>Marriage is only an idyl of grace,</p> +<p>What knows a bride of the bliss of a wife?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Are all things the dearer for growing old?</p> +<p>As flowers <i>are</i> sweeter deep in a wood;</p> +<p>Will the warmth of May in July seem cold?</p> +<p>Was earth less perfect when God call'd it 'good'?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Even roses when young are only green,</p> +<p>And the exquisite perfume faint and small,</p> +<p>If roses are lovely when just half seen,</p> +<p>When blown they are sweetest and best of all.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page52" id="page52"></a>[pg 52]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Time passes on, and they open <i>too</i> much;</p> +<p>Still the rich fragrance about them is shed;</p> +<p>Delicate petals fall off with a touch;</p> +<p>Happy and mourn'd for, the roses are dead!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And when <i>we</i> die (if death ever can be,</p> +<p>Life leaping in me, it sounds like a jest),</p> +<p>May it be thus with my Harry and me—</p> +<p>Love's latest perfume its sweetest and best.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He, whom I speak to, smiles into my face,</p> +<p>Crying, with kisses, that life would restore,</p> +<p>'All that you say has a feminine grace;</p> +<p>But <i>hasn't</i> Moore said something like it before?'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>From the piano I draw forth a peal,</p> +<p>Greeting the sound with a smile and a sigh,</p> +<p>Singing 'The Last Rose of Summer,' I feel</p> +<p>That summer and roses can <i>never</i> die!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page53" id="page53"></a>[pg 53]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'Twas a beautiful evening, fresh and fair,</p> +<p>Earth sweeter far than impossible skies;</p> +<p>My heart beating light as a bird in air,</p> +<p>When Harry brought home with him Jack Devize.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Did no presentiment touch me that day?</p> +<p>Never a <i>soupçon</i> of evil or ill?</p> +<p>No, the world was bright with Harry away,</p> +<p>And when Harry came back it was brighter still.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The man stood there, and his shadow was laid</p> +<p>Straight at my feet by the sunset decrees;</p> +<p>I mark'd it well, and I was not afraid;</p> +<p>And when Harry nam'd him I smil'd with ease.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page54" id="page54"></a>[pg 54]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The roses poured out their exquisite scent,</p> +<p>Birds gave us the sweetest music they had,</p> +<p>And the little grasses daintily bent</p> +<p>In the tender breeze, as if they were glad.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Are there not angels to guard us and keep?</p> +<p>Are spirits <i>not</i> round us hidden from sight?</p> +<p>Oh! angels and spirits were all asleep,</p> +<p>Or they must have warn'd me that fatal night.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I have wak'd with the thought of an absent friend</p> +<p>(And others I know who have done the same),</p> +<p>And have felt 'ere I see the daylight's end,</p> +<p>Her letter must come—and her letter came.</p> +<p>I have run indoors with the happy thought</p> +<p>That something pleasant was going to be,</p> +<p>And—coincidence strange!—my eye has caught</p> +<p>The sight of the thing it desired to see.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page55" id="page55"></a>[pg 55]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I have felt a depression all the day,</p> +<p>A dullness for which I could not account,</p> +<p>And a flower has died—a dog run away—</p> +<p>Or a horse gone lame that I wish'd to mount.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And if from the regions of mysteries</p> +<p><i>Something</i> can warn us of trifles like these;</p> +<p>How could it be I met Mr. Devize</p> +<p>With a smiling face and a heart at ease?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>No dream at night, when by wonderful laws</p> +<p>The bodies are dead, the spirits alive;</p> +<p>No little heart—sinking without a cause</p> +<p>When the perfect sunshine made nature thrive;</p> +<p>No omen or signal, little or great,</p> +<p>Not a quicken'd pulse or a flutter'd breath;—</p> +<p>So Harry and I rush'd on to our fate,</p> +<p>And the unseen world was passive as Death.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page56" id="page56"></a>[pg 56]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>We stroll'd through the gardens till dinner came,</p> +<p>The scented breezes were faultlessly sweet;</p> +<p>The sun went suddenly down in a flame,</p> +<p>While the birds their jubilant hymns repeat,</p> +<p>We chatted at dinner, and afterwards,</p> +<p>And the moments pleasantly slid away,</p> +<p>But when Mr. Devize suggested cards,</p> +<p>I laughingly told him I could not play.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The cards are produced; the men begin;</p> +<p>I sit by Harry and watch his hand;</p> +<p>I am very eager that he should win,</p> +<p>And when he does so, I feel very grand.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'Twas all very well for once you see;</p> +<p>Its novelty made it a thing to praise;</p> +<p>It was quite a joke for a girl like me,</p> +<p>Living with men and observing their ways.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page57" id="page57"></a>[pg 57]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But when Jack had dined again and again,</p> +<p>And with others enjoy'd the cards and fare.</p> +<p>With a little shiver that felt like pain,</p> +<p>I would say 'good night' and leave Harry there.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Cool is the chamber and pleasant the light,</p> +<p>Tranquil and innocent, tender and calm;</p> +<p>Sweet are the thoughts that approach us at night,</p> +<p>Sweet as the breeze with its perfumy balm.</p> +<p>And if I am reading the happy Word,</p> +<p>Or saying my prayers by the taper's glow,</p> +<p>I wish that my Harry had <i>this</i> preferr'd</p> +<p>To the painted toys and the men below.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<hr /> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'I wish that my Harry had this preferr'd'—</p> +<p>But ought I to wish it, if he does not?</p> +<p>Has my foolish heart from its duty err'd,</p> +<p>And the soft compliance of love forgot?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page58" id="page58"></a>[pg 58]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There <i>can</i> be no question 'twixt wrong and right;</p> +<p>And surely we all can be brave and strong;</p> +<p>Yet I seem a little perplex'd to-night,</p> +<p>And hardly to know what <i>is</i> right or wrong.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I'm very young to be anyone's wife,</p> +<p>And to know about serious things like these—</p> +<p>Must my little hand touch my husband's life</p> +<p>With a thought of something <i>more</i> than to please?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>What shall I do with this ghost of a care</p> +<p>That makes my silly heart flutter and sink?</p> +<p>I will first kneel down and will say a prayer,</p> +<p>And then I'll ask Harry what I should think!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page59" id="page59"></a>[pg 59]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Harry stalk'd into my room in a rage—</p> +<p>'Hilton and Wilton have clear'd me out quite;</p> +<p>A run of ill luck at every stage—</p> +<p>Fifty pounds lost since you left us to-night!</p> +<p>I'll have my revenge on the rogues I vow!'</p> +<p>Marks of strange anger disfigure his face,</p> +<p>A dry parch'd lip and a thundery brow,</p> +<p>And a sharp bright eye that has lost its grace.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>So a lov'd little hand comes smoothing down—</p> +<p>Wandering kisses can anger eclipse;</p> +<p>The beautiful forehead has ceased to frown,</p> +<p>And sweet is the kiss I find on my lips.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page60" id="page60"></a>[pg 60]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'Ah, dearest,' I whisper, 'mourn not for this,</p> +<p>On a summer day with a heap of flowers;</p> +<p>This cannot be sorrow, or if it is,</p> +<p>It is a sorrow that cannot be ours.'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>All the strange passion had vanish'd, I ween;</p> +<p>The Harry I knew had come back again;</p> +<p>And on his sweet face I had never seen</p> +<p>A sweeter smile than illumin'd it then.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>With smiles he caress'd me: 'you little thing—</p> +<p>You dear little thing,' he tenderly said;</p> +<p>'We have banish'd you by the cards we bring;</p> +<p>Let us banish cards and have you instead.'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I clapp'd my hands, and my heart beat light,</p> +<p>As I softly whisper'd, 'Indeed you may,</p> +<p>For I'm certain, Harry, it is not <span class="sc">right</span></p> +<p>To spend so much money and time at play.'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He gave me an odd little look askance,</p> +<p>And mutter'd, 'A man must do something though;'</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page61" id="page61"></a>[pg 61]</span> +<p>I answer'd the look with a loving glance,</p> +<p>'But the something need not be cards, you know;</p> +<p>There is plenty to do before we die,</p> +<p>That may suit a gay and a careless mood;</p> +<p>We are <i>so</i> happy, Harry, you and I,</p> +<p>That I think we ought to be ever so good.</p> +<p>Playing at cards for money, I'm clear,</p> +<p>Is an alien thing in beautiful lives'—</p> +<p>He grumbled, 'The fellows will think me queer;</p> +<p>But then the poor fellows have <i>not</i> got wives.'</p> +<p>We talk'd the matter delightfully out;</p> +<p>Our words were earnest and bright and free;</p> +<p>We twisted it round, we turn'd it about,</p> +<p>And we both agreed that it should not be.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'You are my angel,' he cried, with a kiss;</p> +<p>'I fear lest your wings are spreading to fly,'</p> +<p>And his angel I <i>ought</i> to be, in this,</p> +<p>For 'tis he who is tempted, and not I.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page62" id="page62"></a>[pg 62]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>O, women have no temptations at all;</p> +<p>They have only to keep their white lives white;</p> +<p>But men are so tempted, that men must fall—</p> +<p>O wonderful Harry who stands upright!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<hr /> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Again the sweet evenings we had at first:</p> +<p>He reads, and I work; or we play and sing;</p> +<p>And looks and words that, if life were accurs'd,</p> +<p>In memory only, would rapture bring.</p> +<p>Engagements of course will sometimes arise;</p> +<p>But the joy is still in the coming back;</p> +<p>And sometimes he dines with us (Jack Devize),</p> +<p>And sometimes my husband dines out with Jack.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Under the cliff with its towering crest,</p> +<p>Where the wandering sea has fill'd the space,</p> +<p>A sweet little village has made its nest,</p> +<p>A sort of miniature watering place.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page63" id="page63"></a>[pg 63]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Scarcely a mile by the upper cliff way—</p> +<p>Further of course by the beach-shaded road—</p> +<p>Little Bellhaven contentedly lay,</p> +<p>Easily reached from our pleasant abode.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Therein a Church, and a place of Dissent,</p> +<p>A shop where we purchase our sugar and shoes,</p> +<p>Therein a Library ladies frequent;</p> +<p>Therein a club where the men read the news;</p> +<p>Also a chamber where, lit from above,</p> +<p>Balls white and crimson disport on green baize,</p> +<p>That capital game which gentlemen love,</p> +<p>Where Harry conquers whenever he plays.</p> +<p>Billiards require grace, agility, skill;</p> +<p>No one without them can hope to excel;</p> +<p>But Harry never did anything ill</p> +<p>That it is manly and right to do well.</p> +<p>In my pretty turn-out with ponies gray,</p> +<p>At a rattling pace to the club I come,</p> +<p>And feel like a queen triumphantly gay,</p> +<p>As I drive my conquering Hero home.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page64" id="page64"></a>[pg 64]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I like him to play; I like him to win;</p> +<p>I like to wait by the Ocean expanse,</p> +<p>To watch its wild waves come careering in,</p> +<p>In regular order unknown to chance.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I like the scent of the weeds that they bear,</p> +<p>And their rolling sound on the pebbly beach;</p> +<p>I like the touch of the salt-flavour'd air;</p> +<p>There is beauty, pleasure, and health in each.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>A little hotel in Bellhaven stands,</p> +<p>Where dinners are serv'd remarkably well,</p> +<p>And sometimes Harry slips out of my hands</p> +<p>And dines with Jack at this little hotel.</p> +<p>I'm not very fond of the place, I own;</p> +<p>Ought I to mind it, if Harry's amused?</p> +<p>But I feel so lonely when I'm alone,</p> +<p>And sometimes I feel a little ill-used.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page65" id="page65"></a>[pg 65]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'Tis seldom my husband deserts me thus,</p> +<p>He is always home ere the clock strikes ten;</p> +<p>So I won't be foolish and make a fuss,</p> +<p>But try to remember that men are men.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page66" id="page66"></a>[pg 66]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Sitting and waiting for Harry alone,</p> +<p>Watching the minutes, and wanting him back—</p> +<p>Why are you absent, my Harry, my own?</p> +<p>Am not I nicer than billiards and Jack?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Traitress to ask such a question! for shame!</p> +<p>Thou art, thou knowest, beginning and end!</p> +<p>His whole life is thine—he is <i>not</i> to blame!</p> +<p>May not thy husband go out with a friend?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Thou art the false one, and he is the true—</p> +<p>Fretful and idle, unworthy thy king!</p> +<p>Hast thou not anything useful to do,</p> +<p>Thou good-for-nothing and cross little thing?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page67" id="page67"></a>[pg 67]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Scolding myself, I spring up from my chair,</p> +<p>Calling out loud that the time is <i>not</i> long;</p> +<p>March down the room with a resolute air,</p> +<p>Seize my guitar, and burst out into song!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Poor little girl, sitting singing alone,</p> +<p>Pretty guitar round a slender neck hung,</p> +<p>Smiles on thy lips, but a sad little moan,</p> +<p>Deep in a heart that is foolish and young.</p> + </div> </div> + + +<h4 class="sc">Song.</h4> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>To one whose footsteps fall</p> +<p>Upon a mountain's height,</p> +<p>Earth must seem very small,</p> +<p>And heaven infinite.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page68" id="page68"></a>[pg 68]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then why do misty tears</p> +<p>Conceal each lofty crest,</p> +<p>If earth so far appears,</p> +<p>So near the land of rest?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Hush! for the mists withdraw</p> +<p>The Hidden shines in bliss;</p> +<p>Who in a valley saw</p> +<p>A heaven-light like this?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I think when earth can speak</p> +<p>(She will one of these days),</p> +<p>That every mountain-peak</p> +<p>Will give a shout of praise.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I did not care for the song that I sang;</p> +<p>I was not thinking of mountains at all;</p> +<p>Tiresome and strange in mine ears the words rang—</p> +<p>'Heaven is infinite, earth is so small'—</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page69" id="page69"></a>[pg 69]</span> +<p>Rang in that eerie monotonous way</p> +<p>Words sometimes will, when <i>we</i> don't will one bit.</p> +<p>Which proves they're alive—It is hard in the day,</p> +<p>But in the night <i>who</i> can battle with it?</p> +<p>And a little sob rose up in my throat—</p> +<p>'Harry, Harry, Harry,' thrill'd through the sob;</p> +<p>I touch'd the guitar, and its answering note</p> +<p>Came unexpected, and made my heart throb.</p> + </div> </div> + + +<h4 class="sc">Song.</h4> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>It was once upon a time,</p> +<p>Ere the roses bud and blow,</p> +<p>Underneath the scented lime,</p> +<p>Long ago, ah, long ago!</p> +<p>Is it I that was so fair,</p> +<p>When the sun is slanting low,</p> +<p>With a lily in my hair,</p> +<p>Ah, so very long ago?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page70" id="page70"></a>[pg 70]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Was my heart as light as this</p> +<p>Was the lily white as snow?</p> +<p>What a happy hour it is,</p> +<p>Long ago, ah, long ago?</p> +<p>Then the lily bloom'd to save,</p> +<p>Ere a tear had learn'd to flow</p> +<p>Now it lies upon a grave,</p> +<p>Ah, so very long ago!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page71" id="page71"></a>[pg 71]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>While I sat singing, steps came on the path,</p> +<p>Outside the window—what marvel is this?</p> +<p>Steady and solemn, they make my heart wrath,</p> +<p>Steps come towards me, and they are not his!</p> +<p>Steps in the night time pass up to my door;</p> +<p>Then comes a knocking might waken the dead:</p> +<p>Instead of one Harry there must be four,</p> +<p>Only not one has his light springy tread.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>My old nurse's son to sea ran away—</p> +<p>At a 'Norwester,' or gale from the South,</p> +<p>I've heard the poor woman tremblingly say</p> +<p>The sound 'brought her heart up into her mouth!'</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page72" id="page72"></a>[pg 72]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I, little prattler, crouched down at her feet,</p> +<p>Would stop aghast in my innocent play,</p> +<p>Wondering, will she be able to eat,</p> +<p>Supposing her heart in her mouth shall <i>stay</i>?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Strange are our minds and their workings, I'm sure</p> +<p>Studying them might drive Solomon wild:</p> +<p>At the loud knocking, I ran to the door</p> +<p>With a sudden thought of that nurse and child.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I saw her rocking herself in her chair,</p> +<p>While the mad wind blew 'neath the stormy sky;</p> +<p>I saw the little child watching her there,</p> +<p>And knew, with a pang, that the child was I.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>(Strange are the pangs, that, when life is most fair,</p> +<p>With not a regret to shadow the scene,</p> +<p>Seize on the heart with a sudden despair,</p> +<p>From a passing mem'ry of what <i>has been</i>.)</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page73" id="page73"></a>[pg 73]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And while to the door I ran with a start,</p> +<p>Frighten'd to death at the knocking without,</p> +<p>I was thinking of my old nurse's heart,</p> +<p>And <i>not</i> of what all the noise was about!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page74" id="page74"></a>[pg 74]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Four men without peering sharply within;</p> +<p>One girl within looking out at the men;</p> +<p>Silence at first—you might have heard a pin</p> +<p>Drop on the doorsteps—silence—and then,</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'What do you want?' cried the girl. She spoke loud,</p> +<p>In a voice that sounded unlike her own.</p> +<p>'We want Mr. Vane,' said a man, who bowed,</p> +<p>And uttered the words in a gentle tone.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>They were very well dressed—they were not poor—</p> +<p>They had shining hats and cloaks wrapp'd about,</p> +<p>These men who stood at the happy hall-door,</p> +<p>Where Harry and I run in and run out.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page75" id="page75"></a>[pg 75]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>(You want him? <i>I</i> want him, I might have said;</p> +<p>But only to say so seem'd like a sin):</p> +<p>'He is not within'; and I shook my head,</p> +<p>And while I yet spoke <i>the men were</i> within.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>They did not appear to wish to intrude;</p> +<p>They did not attempt to frighten me now;</p> +<p>They did not push by me; they were not rude;—</p> +<p>But <i>somehow</i> they enter'd—I know not how.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'It's no use trying to 'ide 'im, my dear,'</p> +<p>Said one, in a really fatherly way;</p> +<p>'In course we knows that the gen'leman's 'ere;</p> +<p>And till he turns up we shall 'ave to stay.'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'The gentleman's here? but no one has come;</p> +<p>And no one <i>can</i> come—it is much too late.</p> +<p>Mr. Vane is out—he will soon be home;</p> +<p>But I really must ask you not to wait.'</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page76" id="page76"></a>[pg 76]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The man laid a finger against his nose;</p> +<p>With a horrible slyness look'd at me:</p> +<p>'We understands all that 'ere, I suppose;</p> +<p>But you'd <i>better</i> come to terms,' said he.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I stared at the man with my vacant eyes,</p> +<p>That dreamily question'd him how he dared?</p> +<p>And suddenly saw, with extreme surprise,</p> +<p>It was a policeman at whom I stared.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page77" id="page77"></a>[pg 77]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The five of us stood in the pleasant hall;</p> +<p>And four were policemen, and one was I;</p> +<p>And Harry had never come home at all;</p> +<p>And the clock struck one with a gasping sigh.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>My heart grew cold, and my courage ran down;</p> +<p>I pinch'd my finger—I tried <i>not</i> to scream—</p> +<p>I felt like a creature about to drown,</p> +<p>And I cried aloud 'It <span class="sc">must</span> be a dream!'</p> +<p>I angrily spoke,—and I spoke out loud;</p> +<p>I <i>knew</i> 'twas a dream and nothing in it;</p> +<p>I spurn'd the dream with a gesture proud,</p> +<p>And <span class="sc">ordered</span> myself to wake that minute.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page78" id="page78"></a>[pg 78]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Of course, I just fell asleep where I sat,</p> +<p>And this is a dream—yes I know it is—</p> +<p>But O it is stranger than dreaming, that</p> +<p>Harry has not waken'd me with a kiss!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I looked at the men, who are searching round,</p> +<p>And taking a note of all they can find;</p> +<p>Examining ceiling and walls and ground,—</p> +<p>—I am surely going out of my mind!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I said to myself in a coaxing way—</p> +<p>'I am wide awake, and he <i>has</i> come back;</p> +<p>Harry is acting a sort of a play:</p> +<p>He has dress'd himself up, and so has Jack.'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>A glance or a signal dispers'd the men:</p> +<p>Two went upstairs, and another below;</p> +<p>The leader sat down in the hall; and then—</p> +<p>What am <i>I</i> to do? Where am <i>I</i> to go?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page79" id="page79"></a>[pg 79]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I rush'd to the door, and I flung it wide—</p> +<p>A frighten'd creature can anything dare—</p> +<p>And I saw the darkness that lay outside,</p> +<p>And I heard the silence—and nothing was there.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'Harry! Harry! Harry!' was all my cry,</p> +<p>As I stood alone at the open door;</p> +<p>And the night heard me—and so did the sky,</p> +<p>And the wind and the earth—and nothing more.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I turn'd from the door with a sad surprise:</p> +<p>I could call for my love and call in vain;</p> +<p>And I met that horrid policeman's eyes,</p> +<p>Keenly and quietly watching my pain.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He suddenly called for his men to come;</p> +<p>So they made their appearance one by one,</p> +<p>And he said, 'The gen'leman's <i>not</i> been 'ome,</p> +<p>And she 'asn't a notion what he's done.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page80" id="page80"></a>[pg 80]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And he <i>won't</i> come now, you may swear to that;</p> +<p>I rayther think he'll look arter a ship:</p> +<p>I rayther suspect we've been rayther flat,</p> +<p>And the gen'leman's given us the slip!'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>With a regular march they trod the ground,</p> +<p>Suddenly left me alone in the hall;</p> +<p>In the dreadful silence that settled round,</p> +<p>Again I <i>knew</i> I was dreaming it all?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page81" id="page81"></a>[pg 81]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>A voice that can banish my sleep I know;</p> +<p>I know a voice that could wake me if dead;</p> +<p>A loud cheery voice, but it might speak low,</p> +<p>And 'May, little May,' it whispering said.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I stand like a statue of silence. Hush!</p> +<p>I listen not with my ears, but my soul;</p> +<p>And I feel the sudden accustom'd blush,</p> +<p>As again the whisper reaches its goal.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I open the window. 'Mid blossom and bough</p> +<p>Of clustering laurel and Daphne white,</p> +<p>I am showering kisses on Harry's brow,</p> +<p>And dropping the first tears I've shed to-night.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page82" id="page82"></a>[pg 82]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>His face is as white as the Daphne-bud;</p> +<p>He is hiding down on the hidden sward;</p> +<p>He is wan and haggard, and splashed with mud;</p> +<p>He is crouching frighten'd—my king and lord!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He whisper'd, and fill'd my heart with dismay,—</p> +<p>Scared by the sounds that used once to rejoice!—</p> +<p>O Harry, my Harry, speak loudly, I pray,</p> +<p>And <i>not</i> in that shocking whispering voice.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He whisper'd, 'I've got in a horrid scrape;</p> +<p>Fetch me some money, and bid me good-bye;</p> +<p>I must run away, and make my escape,'—</p> +<p>'I shall run with you, my darling,' said I.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'You cannot,' he murmur'd;—a speechless love</p> +<p>Shone out of his eyes; he return'd my kiss—</p> +<p>'I never intended—Great Father above,</p> +<p>You <i>know</i> that I never intended this.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page83" id="page83"></a>[pg 83]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Fetch me some money—the desk and the key—</p> +<p>You know them—be quick! or dearly you'll rue—</p> +<p>My life's in your hands!—have mercy on me—</p> +<p>Fetch me some money—It's all you can do.'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>A horrible haste in manner and voice,</p> +<p>A desperate hungry imploring haste;</p> +<p>I rush'd up the stairs—I had not a choice,</p> +<p>And I snatch'd the notes from where they were plac'd</p> +<p>All that I had—to the window I rush'd—</p> +<p>With kisses and tears in his hands I laid;</p> +<p>He return'd the kisses, with lips that crush'd</p> +<p>Their vehement kisses on lips dismay'd.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He was almost gone; but I held him tight,</p> +<p>And cried in my anguish, 'You have forgot—</p> +<p>When shall I follow you, darling? to-night?'</p> +<p>He shook his head, and he answer'd me not!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page84" id="page84"></a>[pg 84]</span> +<p>He threw off my hands in a savage way;</p> +<p>He cried, 'I adore you,' in fondest tone;</p> +<p>'You <i>shall</i> follow me, sweet—I dare not stay—</p> +<p>I'll write to you, darling;' and he is gone!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page85" id="page85"></a>[pg 85]</span> + + + + +<h2>PART III.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>O the weary, dark, impossible days,</p> +<p>That have dragg'd their lingering length since then!</p> +<p>O the cruel sunshine's merciless blaze!</p> +<p>O the unnatural faces of men!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I was told it all—it was all explain'd;</p> +<p>And they all declar'd that I understood;</p> +<p>But only one knowledge on earth remain'd,</p> +<p>I knew that Harry was noble and good.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>They had dined together—together play'd,</p> +<p>Together quarrell'd—who cares about what?</p> +<p>And somebody, speaking about them, said,</p> +<p>'They were out and out a thorough bad lot!'</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page86" id="page86"></a>[pg 86]</span> +<p>'They left the village, they rush'd to the cliff,</p> +<p>A dissolute crew that good Christians condemn'—</p> +<p>This is the way they keep talking, as if</p> +<p>I did not know <i>Harry</i> was one of them!</p> +<p>'Shouting and swearing, and heated and flush'd,</p> +<p>All talking together, and running pell mell,</p> +<p>Out to the cliff from the village they rush'd,</p> +<p>And two men were fighting, and one man fell.'</p> +<p>And the man who fell over the dreadful edge,</p> +<p>For ever lost, and for ever must be;</p> +<p>There was never a sandbank, rock, or ledge,</p> +<p>There was <i>nothing</i> but the pitiless sea!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I hear it said, without doubt or surmise,</p> +<p>Over and over and over again,</p> +<p>The man who was murder'd was Jack Devize,</p> +<p>And the man who murder'd him, Harry Vane!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page87" id="page87"></a>[pg 87]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I dream I am standing on purple heights,</p> +<p>Alone and alone for ever and aye;</p> +<p>The sun is shining with pitiless lights;</p> +<p>I pray that darkness may cover the sky.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I dream I am lying buried in sand,</p> +<p>Alone and alone for ever and aye;</p> +<p>Parch'd and dry is the terrible land;</p> +<p>I pray but for water before I die.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I dream I am tossing on ocean waves,</p> +<p>Alone and alone for ever and aye;</p> +<p>I shudder to think of the open graves;</p> +<p>Under daisy blossoms I pray to lie.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page88" id="page88"></a>[pg 88]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>O daisy buds I am dreaming of <i>you</i>,</p> +<p>Alone and alone for ever and aye;</p> +<p>From a dream of daisies scatter'd with dew</p> +<p>I wake with a start, and a piercing cry.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Let me but dream of affliction and shame,</p> +<p>Of saints that punish and sinners that cower,</p> +<p>Of troubles by sickness and sword and flame,</p> +<p>And <i>not</i> of an innocent daisy flower!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I am haunted by words—by seven words—</p> +<p>Seven words echoing everywhere;</p> +<p>They are borne on breezes, and sung by birds,</p> +<p>They are written on earth and sea and air.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I think there is nothing else is my own;</p> +<p>I think there is nothing else is alive;</p> +<p>Seven words and I are always alone;</p> +<p>The world about me may hunger and strive.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page89" id="page89"></a>[pg 89]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I have heard that mystic meaning is hid,</p> +<p>I have heard that wonderful things are made,</p> +<p>Of the number seven—may God forbid—</p> +<p>For I cannot tell, and I feel afraid.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The sweetest poem that ever was writ—</p> +<p>Do you not know it?—is 'We are seven;'</p> +<p>For the dear little girl who talks in it,</p> +<p>Will not give up her brothers in Heaven.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>What the stupid sense of the grown-up man</p> +<p>Urges, she cannot perceive; but prefers</p> +<p>The simple faith of her own sweet plan,</p> +<p>And the brothers in Heaven still are hers.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The very last day that Harry was here</p> +<p>I read him those verses, and Harry smil'd;</p> +<p>And we held some converse, divinely dear,</p> +<p>Which was all about that dear little child.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page90" id="page90"></a>[pg 90]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Is it for this that I think of it now?</p> +<p>Is it for this he let seven words fall?</p> +<p>O pulses are beating behind my brow,</p> +<p>And I think my heart is not beating at all!</p> +<p>And my brain, it keeps whirling round and round,</p> +<p>Like a sing-song wheel through a ship at night;</p> +<p>And the seven words that constantly sound</p> +<p>Are 'you shall follow me, sweet,' and 'I'll write.'</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page91" id="page91"></a>[pg 91]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I wonder if I have been going mad,</p> +<p>In the strange wild world I am living in?</p> +<p>I think that I have—I hop'd that I had—</p> +<p>For I weary with wondering, what is sin?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There's blood on your hand—there's blood on your soul—</p> +<p>O lily-white hand—soul noble and true!</p> +<p>You murder'd him where the blue waters roll,</p> +<p>And he set the seal of his death on you.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I have sat so happily by your side,</p> +<p>I have lain so tranquilly on your breast;</p> +<p>But I think that you died, and I think that I died—</p> +<p>And death is the end of all, and the best.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page92" id="page92"></a>[pg 92]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>It was God who created men and time;</p> +<p>And a better than you He could not need;</p> +<p>So if you did it, it was not a crime,</p> +<p>And if 'twas a crime, you did not the deed.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I am fighting with life, with death I strive;</p> +<p>Ready for neither; both crush with their might;</p> +<p>Only those seven words keep me alive—</p> +<p>You said 'you shall follow me,' and 'I'll write.'</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page93" id="page93"></a>[pg 93]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>They stealthily talk; I hear what they say—</p> +<p>Sharply she hears who each syllable dreads—</p> +<p>Glancing at me in significant way,</p> +<p>Touching their foreheads and shaking their heads.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'Mad?'—'not exactly—bewilder'd—confus'd;</p> +<p>Thoughts turn'd astray by grief's terrible force;</p> +<p>Not even by love is murder excus'd;</p> +<p>She cannot believe that he did it, of course.</p> +<p>She thinks him a hero, and so loves on;</p> +<p>Reason enthron'd would annihilate this;</p> +<p>Love would have nothing to nestle upon,</p> +<p>Did she perceive him the sinner he is.'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> + * * * * * +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page94" id="page94"></a>[pg 94]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Words striking my brain like sunshine on ice,</p> +<p>Bursting the bulwarks that kept the flood in;</p> +<p>Is love only madness? Will reason suffice</p> +<p>To crucify love at the presence of sin?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Reason comes back with all honours she had,</p> +<p>Calmly accepting my life as it is;</p> +<p>I will not go mad—I dare not go mad—</p> +<p>I must <i>prove</i> love is not treason like this!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Is he not all that I thought him? Be still</p> +<p>O treacherous heart—then <i>you</i> were to blame:</p> +<p>I married my Harry for good or ill,</p> +<p>And through good and ill I love him the same.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>If God died for us, and lay in a grave,</p> +<p>Leaving His mansions of glory for this;</p> +<p>It must have been from a longing to save</p> +<p>Such a noble sinner as Harry is.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page95" id="page95"></a>[pg 95]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>In His own image created He him,</p> +<p>And He called man 'good' on the virgin sod;</p> +<p>And when He beheld His image grow dim,</p> +<p>He died to redeem it—the gracious God!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Rebuking myself with an angry pain—</p> +<p>What was I wishing for? What would I have?</p> +<p>A paragon fram'd by my shallow brain,</p> +<p>And not the sinner God died to save?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page96" id="page96"></a>[pg 96]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I have <i>driven</i> madness out of my brain,</p> +<p>Studying life with intolerant eyes;</p> +<p>Praying and weeping and praying again—</p> +<p>Earth is good for nothing but prayers and sighs.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>We all are made up of follies and faults,</p> +<p>That, if time but serv'd, would lead us to crime;</p> +<p>And for every time my darling halts,</p> +<p>I am sure I have halted fifty times!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I am not blinded or prejudiced here;</p> +<p>I have sought the truth and found what I sought;</p> +<p>I know you were wrong, my Harry, my dear;</p> +<p>You should not have play'd and quarrell'd and fought.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page97" id="page97"></a>[pg 97]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Had you been <i>here</i> on that evening—a cry</p> +<p>Comes out of my heart as <i>one</i> grace I implore:</p> +<p>Let me not think of our evenings, or I</p> +<p>Shall suddenly die, and see him no more.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I know you were wrong, my darling; I know</p> +<p>That we all do wrong, and must all repent;</p> +<p>But this horrible depth of nameless woe</p> +<p>Was nothing on earth but an accident.</p> +<p>With your tender heart and your gracious way,</p> +<p>And your temper as gay as cloudless skies,</p> +<p>You would sooner have died that fatal day</p> +<p>Than taken the life of Jack Devize.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>O tender heart, art thou lonely and cold,</p> +<p>With no one to comfort or take thy part?</p> +<p>O sweet gay words in the days that are old!</p> +<p>And oh, to be clasp'd to that tender heart!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page98" id="page98"></a>[pg 98]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I am so afraid that you feel remorse</p> +<p>For an end that <i>indeed</i> you could not prevent;</p> +<p>And I am not there to put gentle force</p> +<p>On what you should and should <i>not</i> repent.</p> +<p>I am so afraid that you grieve <i>too</i> much,</p> +<p>With a sorrow that nothing will stop or stay:</p> +<p>O Harry, don't <i>let</i> your sorrow be such;</p> +<p>O darling, you <i>shall</i> be happy some day!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>They want to have you; they hunt you to death:</p> +<p>They <i>cannot</i> believe that you <i>meant</i> the deed!</p> +<p>Have they no sense? no perception? no faith?</p> +<p>Are they helmless boats, without God or Creed?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page99" id="page99"></a>[pg 99]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Waiting, waiting, waiting, Harry, for you,</p> +<p>While the dreadful days drag wearily by;</p> +<p>I cannot wait longer—what shall I do?</p> +<p>For till I have kiss'd you I cannot die.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Frighten'd at every movement or sound—</p> +<p>Every thing except one thing forgot—</p> +<p>Always in terror that you have been found—</p> +<p>Would the <i>first moment</i> be rapture or not?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Wandering aimlessly everywhere,</p> +<p>Upstairs and downstairs, from room into room,</p> +<p>Searching for nothing—for nothing is there,</p> +<p>Only the changeless impregnable gloom.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page100" id="page100"></a>[pg 100]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Stifled within, the cool gardens I seek;—</p> +<p>Like poor human souls the flowers all die;</p> +<p>Even the birds are refusing to speak,</p> +<p>Crush'd by the weight of a leaden-gray sky.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Is this the whole of it? is this the end?</p> +<p>Life finish'd off by a heartless Amen?</p> +<p>When will you write to me? when will you send?</p> +<p>When shall I follow you, Harry?—Ah when?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I wander'd far from my hateful abode;</p> +<p>The hour was becoming a little late;</p> +<p>Just there a gate open'd into a road,</p> +<p>And a boy was leaning upon the gate.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Faithful old Rover, who follow'd me out,</p> +<p>Went perfectly frantic beholding this boy,</p> +<p>Sniff'd at his coat, leaping wildly about,</p> +<p>And danced like a dog that dances for joy.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page101" id="page101"></a>[pg 101]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He was a stripling both slender and tall</p> +<p>(My idle eyes vacantly take the view),</p> +<p>His coat was too large, or he was too small,</p> +<p>His nose was a snub, and his eyes were blue.</p> +<p>Angry I felt to see Rover rejoice,</p> +<p>But he suddenly stopp'd, began to quake,</p> +<p>And howl'd in a most deplorable voice,</p> +<p>As if his dog-heart was ready to break.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then the boy, stooping down, <i>something</i> slipp'd in</p> +<p>(The something was little and square and white)</p> +<p>Between the steel collar and hairy skin,</p> +<p>Saw that I saw it, and so took to flight.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Wagging his tail, a hurrah in each beat,</p> +<p>Expanding his chest with a gesture grand,</p> +<p>Rover ran back to crouch down at my feet,</p> +<p>Licking my eager incredulous hand.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> + * * * * * +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page102" id="page102"></a>[pg 102]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>It was in my hands—I tore it apart,</p> +<p>This letter that Harry had writ to me;</p> +<p>My head turn'd giddy, and so did my heart,</p> +<p>And turn'd my eyes blind that I could not see.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>O wicked blind eyes, will you <i>not</i> be clear?</p> +<p>Have I not <i>told</i> you 'tis written by him?</p> +<p>'Tis a piece of Heaven I am holding here,</p> +<p>And my horrible earthly eyes are dim!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The cruel letters run out and run in,</p> +<p>Fluttering, tottering, stammering by,</p> +<p>Mixing together like threads that you spin,</p> +<p>Flying apart, as birds recklessly fly.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Is it for years that I helplessly stand,</p> +<p>While tremulous lights into shadows flit,</p> +<p>With a piece of Heaven held in my hand,</p> +<p>Which is mine—and I cannot enter it!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page103" id="page103"></a>[pg 103]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>At last—O my wonderful dear at last!</p> +<p>Thou always comest, howe'er it is—</p> +<p>The senseless signs into symmetry pass'd,</p> +<p>For a few short seconds it <i>must</i> be bliss!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And so standing there in the twilight's fall</p> +<p>(What happen'd is nothing but what must be)</p> +<p>I read the first words that ever at all</p> +<p>My Harry (God bless him!) has written me.</p> + </div> </div> + + +<h3 class="sc">Harry's Letter.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>'O Child, when my words your sweet youth beguil'd</p> +<p>I <i>meant</i> to make you the happiest child!</p> +<p>I <i>meant</i> that no earthly life should be known</p> +<p>As bless'd as the life I had made my own;</p> +<p>My weakness and follies I had forgot—</p> +<p>But you <i>were</i> happy with me, were you not?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page104" id="page104"></a>[pg 104]</span> +<p>I am not worthy my Love should come,</p> +<p>Forsaking for my sake her English home;</p> +<p>Exiled from all that is happy and good,</p> +<p>Caress'd by a hand that is stain'd with blood.</p> +<p>Your innocent face shall never be kiss'd</p> +<p>By him who his Heaven and Hope has miss'd!</p> +<p>I suffer for sin, as I ought to do;</p> +<p>But, my darling, it shall not fall on you.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'I am safely hous'd by a faithful friend,</p> +<p>And the letter I write his hands will send;</p> +<p>I'm at Clarendon Crescent, Liverpool</p> +<p>(I've told you, Love, of the dear old school);</p> +<p>Clarence will help me all ways that he can</p> +<p>(<i>Though</i> a good tutor, he is a good man).</p> +<p>I shall sail for another hemisphere,</p> +<p>Leaving behind me my anguish and fear;</p> +<p>Leaving behind me my joy and my grace,</p> +<p>I shall soon pass over limitless space.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page105" id="page105"></a>[pg 105]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'Could I <i>but</i> have seen you but once again!</p> +<p>It is hard to suffer and not complain!</p> +<p>'Tis my sin against <i>you</i> I most repent</p> +<p>(I <i>did</i> make you happy? you <i>were</i> content?)</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'O fool, who possessing all man may win,</p> +<p>Could not keep his fool-nature free from sin!</p> +<p>Love must have changed to a useless regret;</p> +<p>You cannot forgive me—can you forget?'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<hr /> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Without an hour's or a minute's delay</p> +<p>All is arranged, I decide what to do;</p> +<p>My brain is at work, my heart is at play,</p> +<p>I am running, flying, Harry, to you.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>O stricken woman, whose life is all black,</p> +<p>Wearily walking in sorrow and shame!</p> +<p>O gay little girl who comes running back,</p> +<p>You are not, I'm certain, one and the same!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page106" id="page106"></a>[pg 106]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The sky is hid in its lead-coloured pall,</p> +<p>Not a bird utters the least little tone;</p> +<p>The blossoms about me wither and fall;</p> +<p>The change <i>must</i> be in <i>me</i>—and me alone!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> + * * * * * + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I tell them I cannot endure it more;</p> +<p>That the empty house is killing my heart;</p> +<p>They have done their best to assist before,</p> +<p>And they eagerly help me to depart.</p> +<p>The world is very good-natured, I find</p> +<p>(Why do worldlings often their home condemn?)</p> +<p>And servants are always extremely kind,</p> +<p>If mistresses only are kind to them.</p> +<p>'I go to London to meet a friend'—</p> +<p>They are all agreed I want change and rest—</p> +<p>I give a direction where they may send,</p> +<p>I take my own maid, and I leave the rest.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page107" id="page107"></a>[pg 107]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I know that detectives are on my track,</p> +<p>Watching the house—watching all that I do—</p> +<p>I have to pretend I am coming back,</p> +<p>And enact this drama, Harry, for you.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I am sorry to say goodbye to all—</p> +<p>For all had been kind in days that are dead;</p> +<p>But the only tear that my eyes let fall</p> +<p>Was dropp'd upon Rover's shaggy old head.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>My London friend I can trust; she is one</p> +<p>That I knew at school, and have lov'd for years—</p> +<p>O happy school-days that are past and done!</p> +<p>O beautiful friendship, unsoiled by tears!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Restlessly, wearily eager am I—</p> +<p>(Do girls feel thus when about to elope?)—</p> +<p>I leave Harry's home 'neath a star-lit sky,</p> +<p>And my heart beats high with a single hope.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page108" id="page108"></a>[pg 108]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And my heart beats high with a single hope,</p> +<p>Which has come on a sudden when unsought;</p> +<p>In all the wide world there is only scope</p> +<p>For a single hope and a single thought.</p> +<p>O why should a wide world have more than this?</p> +<p>When after all has been done and been said,</p> +<p>'Tis a single grief or a single bliss</p> +<p>That rekindles a life or strikes it dead.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page109" id="page109"></a>[pg 109]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Clasp'd in her arms, with her tears on my cheek,</p> +<p>Her kind husband warmly grasping my hand,</p> +<p>In statue-like calm, I move not nor speak—</p> +<p>A silent machine for one purpose plann'd.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'O white little face,' she tremblingly cries,</p> +<p>'It cannot be yours, that white little face;</p> +<p>O when did you get those far-seeking eyes?</p> +<p>And the stillness in lieu of girlish grace?'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And looking at me she drew back alarm'd,</p> +<p>She felt that <i>something</i> divided us;</p> +<p>She, who lived the life of the happy charm'd,</p> +<p>And I, who am battling with fortune thus.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page110" id="page110"></a>[pg 110]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Out spake her husband—'I know what to do;</p> +<p>Put her to bed—she will wake by-and-by—</p> +<p>Then let her have, in the boudoir with you,</p> +<p>A hot cup of tea and thorough good cry.'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>As a judge in court he summ'd up the whole;</p> +<p>I laugh'd my first laugh since the grief began;</p> +<p>For I thought, this is how a woman's soul</p> +<p>Is held at the hands of a worthy man!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I answer'd him with a sort of a scorn—</p> +<p>The least little bend from a haughty height—</p> +<p>'I left home last evening, was here at morn,</p> +<p>And shall be in Liverpool long ere night.'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>They were startled, eager, anxious and kind</p> +<p>(They had read the papers and learn'd the fact),</p> +<p>But they question'd not, from the touch refin'd</p> +<p>Of a sweet good-nature that men call tact.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page111" id="page111"></a>[pg 111]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I told where he was—I trusted them both,</p> +<p>Sounding the depths of their souls in their eyes;</p> +<p>The man was too honest to need an oath,</p> +<p>And the woman too tender not to be wise.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>They were ready to help with hand and heart</p> +<p>(And a kindness no balancing prudence bounds),</p> +<p>Fed me and petted me, let me depart,</p> +<p>And lent me at parting five hundred pounds.</p> +<p>We started as if for an airing gay,</p> +<p>No coachman or footman, not even Jane;</p> +<p>The husband drove us the whole of the way,</p> +<p>And saw me safe in the Liverpool train.</p> +<p>The tears of my friend lie wet on my cheek,</p> +<p>I pointed onward, and wistfully smil'd;</p> +<p>Her husband smil'd too, though he did not speak</p> +<p>And kiss'd me as if I had been his child.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page112" id="page112"></a>[pg 112]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Never a slumber the whole of the night,</p> +<p>Never a slumber with day in the skies;</p> +<p>Nature assumes preternatural light,</p> +<p>Set in sharp outlines that dazzle my eyes.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Blackness and whiteness—no colour there is—</p> +<p>Terrible contrast of lustre and shade—</p> +<p>Yet no surprise thrills my spirit at this</p> +<p>Wonderful world into silhouettes made.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Countries and cities rush hastily by,</p> +<p>Hedgerows and forests excitedly fly;</p> +<p>Rapidly earth pirouettes through the sky;</p> +<p>All things are madly in motion, but I—</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page113" id="page113"></a>[pg 113]</span> +<p>If they would stop for one minute, but one,</p> +<p>Thought might return from spheres distant and dim;</p> +<p>Thought has forsaken me; I am alone,</p> +<p>With but one consciousness—nothing but <i>him</i>.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page114" id="page114"></a>[pg 114]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>We have reach'd the station—the train is left:</p> +<p>What I am doing I know must be done;</p> +<p>I am a creature whose body's bereft</p> +<p>Of all sensations and feelings save one.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I don't think I <i>see</i> the streets and the lights,</p> +<p>Or <i>hear</i> the answers my questions brought;</p> +<p>Yet <i>something</i> guides me, and guides me aright—</p> +<p><i>Is</i> mesmerism the nonsense I thought?</p> +<p>If the brain, engross'd by a single fact,</p> +<p>Fails the whole army of nerves to sustain,</p> +<p>The outposts perhaps, refusing to act,</p> +<p>Transmit neither sight nor sound to the brain.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page115" id="page115"></a>[pg 115]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But are <span class="sc">souls</span> dependent on eye and ear?</p> +<p>Does <i>nothing</i> come straight to them from above?</p> +<p>Are there no spirit-instincts, to see and hear,</p> +<p>And <i>no</i> miraculous power of Love?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I have found the Crescent, and number Two—</p> +<p>I have rung the bell—the servant has come—</p> +<p>I have opened my lips, and words run through,</p> +<p>And they ask 'Is Mr. Clarence at home?'</p> +<p>A man has appear'd from some inner place</p> +<p>(I heard him describ'd 'ere this trance began)—</p> +<p>Is he moving away into empty space?</p> +<p>I must come to life and must stop this man.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>A terrible nightmare on throat and brain—</p> +<p>A body and soul in bewilder'd strife—</p> +<p>Shall I never be quite alive again?—</p> +<p>I'll make a desperate struggle for life!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page116" id="page116"></a>[pg 116]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I catch at his arm as he passes by,</p> +<p>As a drowning creature clutches at life;</p> +<p>And I whisper low as a lullaby—</p> +<p>'Give him me <i>instantly</i>—I am his wife!'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He stares in my face with nothing to say—</p> +<p>A tremor comes over his brow and lip—</p> +<p>He flings up his arms in a helpless way,</p> +<p>And stammers—'Alas! he's on board the ship!'</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page117" id="page117"></a>[pg 117]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I am not fainting—I am not appall'd—</p> +<p>I am not beat down—I feel no despair:</p> +<p>It seems all expected and all forestall'd,</p> +<p>As I utter my three words, 'When and where?'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'Two hours ago at the Northern quay'—</p> +<p>He offers me food, and to rest and sit—</p> +<p>I have left the house—I am on my way—</p> +<p>I have hail'd a cab and jump'd into it.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>O faster! O faster! O yet more fast!</p> +<p>There's nothing on earth but driving like this:</p> +<p>I <i>know</i> it will all come right at the last,</p> +<p>But I am not certain what the right is.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page118" id="page118"></a>[pg 118]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There is a river and there is a boat</p> +<p>(I read it all in a far-away tale)—</p> +<p>O faster! O faster! you do but float;</p> +<p>Pull away with your oars, shake out your sail!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>A woman, I know, must sail in a skiff,</p> +<p>And reach a ship ere it reaches the sea;</p> +<p>But it <i>is</i> a wonderful matter if</p> +<p>The woman who sits here is really me!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>O faster! O faster! you scarcely stir—</p> +<p>The ship has grown large that was but a speck!</p> +<p>We have reached the ship—we have boarded her—</p> +<p>And I <span class="sc">see</span> who is standing on her deck!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I see who stands there, I hear and see</p> +<p>His incredulous joy and startled cry,</p> +<p>His beautiful wonder at sight of me;</p> +<p>I feel his embraces, and then—I die!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page119" id="page119"></a>[pg 119]</span> + + + + +<h2>PART IV.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>I know not how long I was lying dead;</p> +<p>I know not what happen'd day after day:</p> +<p>But I know whose breast supported my head;</p> +<p>I know in whose arms I passively lay.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I know whose voice I was hearing again;</p> +<p>With no vivid emotion through me sent,</p> +<p>But only with that sweet absence of pain</p> +<p>The young call repose, and the old, content.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I know of the presence that o'er me shed</p> +<p>Through all that I suffer'd a perfect ease;</p> +<p>I know all this because I am dead—</p> +<p>I suppose the dead can know what they please!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page120" id="page120"></a>[pg 120]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Can I be dead? It is foolish to die,</p> +<p>Earth shining brighter than any bright star.</p> +<p>Death, do you <i>know</i> it is Harry and I?</p> +<p>Heaven is here—must I seek it afar?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Death, seize thy prey from the world-weary track;</p> +<p>Let not the happy by thee be remov'd;</p> +<p>Slowly and softly and sweetly come back,</p> +<p>Life that she loves to a girl that is lov'd!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<hr /> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Cut through the waves, happy ship 'neath my feet;</p> +<p>Scatter thy prow with beneficent spray!</p> +<p>Never an admiral leading a fleet</p> +<p>Felt as triumphant as I do to-day!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Ocean around us, and Heaven above;</p> +<p>Hands clasp'd together in innocent bliss;</p> +<p>Heart meeting heart with the fulness of love—</p> +<p>Can there be anything sweeter than this?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page121" id="page121"></a>[pg 121]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Seeking a home on a far-distant shore,</p> +<p>Mid gigantic forests and splendid flow'rs,</p> +<p>Where sorrow cannot bewilder us more,</p> +<p>Or fear reach a solitude perfect as ours.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Crossing blue oceans 'neath heavens as blue,</p> +<p>Seeking new worlds with new winters and springs;</p> +<p>Even the old stars are changing to new,</p> +<p>Lovely confusion of wonderful things!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Almost forgetting to feel a regret—</p> +<p>Almost forgotten the world whence we came—</p> +<p>Only our hearts, Harry, cannot forget;</p> +<p>Only our love will be ever the same!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Talking together through nights and through days;</p> +<p>Talking together through days and through nights;</p> +<p>Facing futurity's fathomless haze;</p> +<p>Piercing its shadows with delicate lights.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page122" id="page122"></a>[pg 122]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Forward our glances immutably cast</p> +<p>(Pillars of salt will not garnish our way!)</p> +<p>Just for the present forgetting the past,</p> +<p>Planning the future in all that we say.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Where neither sorrow nor sin has beguil'd,</p> +<p>Deep in a forest, a home will be made;</p> +<p>Nature contrasting with hand undefil'd</p> +<p>Novel creations of sunlight and shade.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Softness and grandeur enchantingly blent,</p> +<p>Deep in a forest two lives pass away;</p> +<p>Wrapp'd in each other, supremely content,</p> +<p>Lighted by love's irrefrangible ray.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page123" id="page123"></a>[pg 123]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>So the ship flew on that contain'd us two,</p> +<p>With ocean around and heaven above;</p> +<p>It seem'd there was nothing for us to do</p> +<p>But to love and live, and to live and love.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>So the ship flew on to the sinless shore,</p> +<p>Where a younger world from the deep sea starts;</p> +<p>Where sorrow cannot bewilder us more,</p> +<p>Or fear lay her cold hand over our hearts.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page124" id="page124"></a>[pg 124]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>It is just as lovely as what we plann'd,</p> +<p>With its exquisite air of bright repose;</p> +<p>And 'tis Harry himself must till the land,</p> +<p>And 'tis I must sweep and cook, I suppose!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Is it playing at life, this life of ours?</p> +<p>Has childhood come back with its pleasant plays?</p> +<p>Mid gigantic trees and delicious flow'rs</p> +<p>We are passing our happy nights and days.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But the little cloud—O the little cloud—</p> +<p>So little at first it might almost please—</p> +<p>That covers us up like a dead man's shroud,</p> +<p>Growing bigger and bigger by degrees.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page125" id="page125"></a>[pg 125]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Alas! is it only in some bright past</p> +<p>That love can be perfect and bliss secure?</p> +<p>O days of delight that flew by too fast,</p> +<p>Leaving the present too empty and poor!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I had sometimes fancied a pang like this,</p> +<p>From a passing tone, or a look in his face;</p> +<p>But the meeting was such unclouded bliss,</p> +<p>And the days that follow'd it full of grace.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>In the sweet content of finding a home,</p> +<p>There was not leisure for joy to grow dim;</p> +<p>But the cloud was there, and ready to come,</p> +<p>And the cloud was the fear of change in <i>him</i>!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page126" id="page126"></a>[pg 126]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Harry is changed—he is graver,—I think</p> +<p>Never I'll see the old Harry again:</p> +<p>There's a look in his face that makes my heart sink,</p> +<p>For it is a look of a hopeless pain.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Sometimes I hardly can keep down my cries—</p> +<p>I could wring my hands—I could tear my hair—</p> +<p>When an expression comes into his eyes,</p> +<p>Which is the expression of a despair.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He never alludes to the dreadful past;</p> +<p>But when his lips tremble and brow is knit,</p> +<p>I cannot bear it, and cry out at last,</p> +<p>'O talk of it, Harry—O talk of <i>it</i>!'</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page127" id="page127"></a>[pg 127]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>His eyes are full of a helpless regret</p> +<p>(And I almost wish I was lying dead);</p> +<p>Will he not talk of it? not even yet?—</p> +<p>He speaks in a whisper, and shakes his head.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'I cannot—I dare not.' 'You can—you dare—</p> +<p>You must do it, Harry—just for my sake;</p> +<p>For this burthen, which it is <i>not</i> to bear,</p> +<p>Is crushing my heart, and my heart will break.'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He kisses my lips—he presses my hand—</p> +<p>Looking straight in my face without surprise;</p> +<p>But it seems that he <i>cannot</i> understand,</p> +<p>And very wide of the mark he replies—</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'I will not shadow that innocent heart</p> +<p>With the lightest cloud that may dim its light.'</p> +<p>'But my life in your life must take its part,</p> +<p>Or I am lost in the darkness of night.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page128" id="page128"></a>[pg 128]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I married you, Harry, for good or ill,</p> +<p>For better or worse, for sickness or health.</p> +<p>O let me the beautiful vow fulfil,</p> +<p>Joyously, utterly—never by stealth!</p> +<p>I am <i>not</i> your wife while you treat me thus,</p> +<p>And life is becoming too hard to bear;</p> +<p>Is there that in the heart of one of <i>us</i>,</p> +<p>That the heart of the other must not share?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'I almost died when you left me, my dear;</p> +<p>Yet you did it quite for my good, you know;</p> +<p>O where should I be if I was not here?</p> +<p>'Neath a little grass hillock lying low!</p> +<p>You would be living, to labour and strive,</p> +<p>And I should be lying quite dead—quite dead!</p> +<p>You would be thinking of me as alive,</p> +<p>While daisies were growing over my head.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page129" id="page129"></a>[pg 129]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And now—for my good—will you crush my life</p> +<p>With a burthen it cannot bear, I <i>know</i>?</p> +<p>O Harry, my darling, I <i>am</i> your wife—</p> +<p>O what have I done that you treat me so?'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He stared in my eyes with a sort of frown,</p> +<p>That more than a smile gave promise of grace;</p> +<p>The mask that he wore fell suddenly down,</p> +<p>A wonderful change came over his face.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He sat at my feet, and his head he laid</p> +<p>Low down on my lap, and he did not move,</p> +<p>But he murmur'd softly, 'I am afraid</p> +<p>I shall make a fool of myself, my love.'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And then he suddenly burst into tears</p> +<p>(I had never seen tears in Harry's eyes),</p> +<p>And he cried, 'If I live a hundred years,</p> +<p>I shall see the wild face of Jack Devize!'</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page130" id="page130"></a>[pg 130]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then I felt the doom that was o'er us laid,</p> +<p>And our lives stood before me pale and gray;</p> +<p>My heart turn'd sick—I was feeling afraid—</p> +<p>As I kept kissing Harry's tears away.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And must his life be so faint and so dim?</p> +<p>And his heart be rack'd by a useless pain?</p> +<p>While I'm always trying to comfort him,</p> +<p>And always trying to comfort in vain?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Ah no, my beloved, it shall <i>not</i> be so,</p> +<p>I will try so hard—I will pray so much;</p> +<p>Comfort will come to you, Harry, I know,</p> +<p>And grief die out 'neath her delicate touch.</p> +<p>We must both be brave and must play our parts;</p> +<p>We must fight the battle with weapons fit;</p> +<p>Time will take sorrow out of our hearts,</p> +<p>But oh, the pity—the pity of it!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page131" id="page131"></a>[pg 131]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There are no more secrets 'twixt you and me;</p> +<p>Our hearts may reveal their thoughts as they pass;</p> +<p>There is a ripple the less on the sea,</p> +<p>And a purer light flits over the grass.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>If shadows are dark, and lights are not clear,</p> +<p>It is only the common lot of man;</p> +<p>We must live our actual lives, my dear,</p> +<p>And make the best of those lives that we can.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I used to be certain of perfect bliss,</p> +<p>And find it in every breath I drew;</p> +<p>And now the height of my happiness is</p> +<p>To lessen the sorrow that burthens <i>you</i>!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Thank God that we met when our lives were bright,</p> +<p>And earth was as fair as heaven above,</p> +<p>And stood in the lovely religious light,</p> +<p>And vowed the sweet vows to cherish and love.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page132" id="page132"></a>[pg 132]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>O Harry, my dear! if we had not met,</p> +<p>What would you do with your desolate life?</p> +<p>O merciful God, can I ever forget</p> +<p>Your goodness in <i>letting</i> me be his wife?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<hr /> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>We walk 'neath the weight that we have to bear</p> +<p>(I suppose all people walk under weights);</p> +<p>They say that a road of trouble and care</p> +<p>Is the straightest road to the Heaven-gates.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I hope we shall find the gates open far,</p> +<p>So that close together we both come in;</p> +<p>I shrink from the thoughts of the gates ajar,</p> +<p>When only the one might an entrance win.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I wonder if Heaven is brighter yet,</p> +<p>Than the home that lies o'er a distant main;</p> +<p>I wonder if there we shall <i>quite</i> forget</p> +<p>That we never saw that dear home again!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page133" id="page133"></a>[pg 133]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I must not be tired, or think of my load;</p> +<p>I must try to walk with a step more free;</p> +<p>I have to help Harry along the road,</p> +<p>That is so much harder for him than me.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Living alone in the depths of a wood,</p> +<p>Life catches meanings, and things become clear;</p> +<p>But Harry is growing so very good,</p> +<p>That it almost gives me a sort of fear.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'O little May-blossom!' he softly cries,</p> +<p>As together we tread the well-worn way,</p> +<p>'There is nothing sweeter beneath the skies,</p> +<p>Than a little shining blossom of May!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>O lie on my heart, as you ever do,</p> +<p>Till my heart grows lighter under your touch;</p> +<p>O little May-blossom! while I have <i>you</i></p> +<p>No shaft of misfortune can hurt me much!'</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page134" id="page134"></a>[pg 134]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He has work'd all day on the virgin sod;</p> +<p>We have eaten the meal that my hands prepare;</p> +<p>We have said our prayers to the Father-God,</p> +<p>And Harry is placidly sleeping there.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He is sleeping there, while I work away—</p> +<p>My busy needle has plenty to do;</p> +<p>And my thoughts turn idly to yesterday,</p> +<p>And a world where troubles were very few;</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>To a world that shines in a distance fair,</p> +<p>Like a fairy dream, impossibly sweet,—</p> +<p><i>Was</i> life what it seem'd when we liv'd out there?</p> +<p>Or was it only a lovely deceit?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page135" id="page135"></a>[pg 135]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Slumber approach'd not my eyes—open'd wide—</p> +<p>My wide-open eyes that so seldom weep!</p> +<p>Harry turn'd in his sleep, and turning sigh'd—</p> +<p>It breaks my heart when he sighs in his sleep.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And while I sat there in the twilight-gloom,</p> +<p>Looking at life with my wide-open eyes,</p> +<p>A ghost slipp'd suddenly into the room,</p> +<p>And that ghost was the ghost of Jack Devize!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>A shiver ran o'er me from head to foot—</p> +<p>The crisis had come, and fate wrought her worst—</p> +<p>I tried to speak, but my tongue was quite mute,</p> +<p>And I knew that a ghost could <i>not</i> speak first.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>O ought I to wake my Harry, or no?</p> +<p>To question the Thing, and let it depart?</p> +<p>The good God would never frighten me so,</p> +<p>If it was not to ease my Harry's heart.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page136" id="page136"></a>[pg 136]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But while I was doubting in fear and pain,</p> +<p>And praying for light to see my way clear,</p> +<p>The ghost said—'My goodness! it's Mrs. Vane!</p> +<p>How in the world did the woman come here?'</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page137" id="page137"></a>[pg 137]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The ghost stalk'd towards me with outstretch'd hand:</p> +<p>I put mine behind me, and back'd away;</p> +<p>My terrified brain could not understand,</p> +<p>And my arid lips had nothing to say.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Yet for Harry's sake no time must be lost:</p> +<p>I must ask the dreadful Thing why it came;</p> +<p>Then I remember'd 'twas he kill'd the ghost,</p> +<p>And I hung down my head and blush'd for shame.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Suddenly turning, my Harry it saw;</p> +<p>Suddenly sprang t'wards the couch where he lay;—</p> +<p>A deadlier terror conquering awe,</p> +<p>Brave as a lion, I stood in its way.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page138" id="page138"></a>[pg 138]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I wav'd both my hands to signal it back:</p> +<p>'You shall not come near him!' I wildly said;</p> +<p>'He never intended to kill you, Jack—</p> +<p>O Jack, I <i>hope</i> you don't mind being dead!'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Strive as we will, fate can calmly defeat—</p> +<p>What <i>is</i> to be, happens—and always will;</p> +<p>Harry awoke, and stood up on his feet,</p> +<p>And my heart leapt madly and then stood still.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I trembled for Harry, all unprepar'd!</p> +<p>I stood between the Alive and the Dead!</p> +<p>The man and the ghost at each other star'd—</p> +<p>And the man got white, and the ghost got red.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The man kept on staring with hungry eyes,</p> +<p>Pointing at it, till I trembled to see;</p> +<p>Then said in a whisper, 'It's Jack Devize!'—</p> +<p>Shook himself wildly and turn'd upon <i>me</i>.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page139" id="page139"></a>[pg 139]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>His hand sought his brow in a weak sad way,</p> +<p>A pitiful look came into his face:</p> +<p>'It is a brain-phantom,' I heard him say,</p> +<p>'Which my weary brain engenders in space!'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'No, Harry,' I whisper'd, 'it is not so;</p> +<p>I wish that it was—from my heart I do'—</p> +<p>I held him tight, whispering very low,</p> +<p>'Tis a real ghost, for—I see it too!'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I felt his arm quiver under my clasp;</p> +<p>He started backwards with such a great start;</p> +<p>He flung up his arms, and cried with a gasp,</p> +<p>'Oh speak to me, Jack, whatever thou art!'</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The ghost caught his hands with a cheer almost,</p> +<p>And shook them right manfully where it stood,</p> +<p>Shouting 'I'm neither a phantom nor ghost;</p> +<p>I am Jack Devize, and am flesh and blood!'</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page140" id="page140"></a>[pg 140]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And so the sorrow was only a dream</p> +<p>(As the sun uprises the dream departs);</p> +<p>And the false false sorrow did only seem,</p> +<p>And the true true joy came into our hearts.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I had so determin'd to be resign'd,</p> +<p>And to school myself to a patient mood,</p> +<p>That I felt a little ill-used to find</p> +<p>There was no occasion for being good.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But oh the joy, like the sweetest surprise,</p> +<p>With a light light heart and nothing to bear!</p> +<p>And oh to be looking in Harry's eyes</p> +<p>And never a fear of what I see there!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page141" id="page141"></a>[pg 141]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And when earth is deck'd in eternal spring,</p> +<p>Singing we go on a flowery way;</p> +<p>And happiness <i>is</i> such a happy thing,</p> +<p>And it seems so natural to be gay.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> <br /></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I think that the dullest will understand</p> +<p>Jack was not drown'd when he fell from the height;</p> +<p>A ship passing by, as if it was plann'd,</p> +<p>Carried him off mid the darkness of night.</p> +<p>He was up to the neck in debts and scrapes;</p> +<p>And when the west wind refreshingly blew,</p> +<p>He thought it the pleasantest of escapes</p> +<p>To sail for new worlds with nothing to do.</p> +<p>Strolling and idling by day and by night,</p> +<p>He liv'd by his wits, with a laugh for fate;</p> +<p>And his wits not being extremely bright,</p> +<p>He accomplish'd nothing remarkably great.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page142" id="page142"></a>[pg 142]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Wandering ev'rywhere, ragged and poor,</p> +<p>With nothing to do and plenty to say,</p> +<p>By the merest chance he enter'd our door</p> +<p>To ask for a meal and a bed by the way.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>So the three of us met delighted there,</p> +<p>And set sail together that perfect spring,</p> +<p>When the skies were fine and the winds were fair,</p> +<p>And our hearts were lighter than anything.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>From the midst of the sea the white cliffs rise—</p> +<p>The snowy white cliffs of the ocean gem!</p> +<p>And they smile their welcome into our eyes</p> +<p>As Harry and I smile it back on them.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Standing together alone on the deck,</p> +<p>With a hope that almost becomes a fear,</p> +<p>We can watch that wonderful little speck</p> +<p>Grow into places unspeakably dear.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page143" id="page143"></a>[pg 143]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Is it years or days since we sail'd away?</p> +<p>And are we returning the self-same track?</p> +<p>Did we cross the ocean but yesterday?</p> +<p>And is it to-day we are coming back?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Back to the home whence he vanish'd that night,</p> +<p>In through the hall where I talk'd with the men,—</p> +<p>Can it be true that our hearts are so light?</p> +<p>When did we dream? Is it now? Was it then?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And oh! to stand on the well-known road</p> +<p>In the bright uncertain English weather;</p> +<p>And oh! the hearts that are free from a load,</p> +<p>And oh! the hands that are knit together!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And oh! to see Rover leap to his side</p> +<p>With a yell as if he doubted his sight!</p> +<p>I thought the old dog would have really died</p> +<p>In his vehement agony of delight.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page144" id="page144"></a>[pg 144]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And I know the present is <i>not</i> a dream,</p> +<p>For I feel a touch and a well-known kiss;</p> +<p>And they are not phantoms that shine and gleam</p> +<p>From days that are past with a solemn bliss.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>From days that are lit by a heaven-ray,</p> +<p>To kindle our hearts and strengthen our faith;</p> +<p>For Harry and I are changed in a way,</p> +<p>Like people whose eyes have looked upon death.<a id="footnotetag2" name="footnotetag2"></a><a href="#footnote2"><sup>2</sup></a></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>My Harry has won such a patient mood,</p> +<p>And has grown so resolute and so wise;</p> +<p>He is always trying to do some good,</p> +<p>And always succeeding in what he tries.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The trials I trembled that he should bear,</p> +<p>His noble heart has accepted as such;</p> +<p>And I see they were sent with a tender care,</p> +<p>And never intended to be too much.</p> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page145" id="page145"></a>[pg 145]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> + +<p>My heart is too full of its joy, I fear,</p> +<p>When he whispers in fond caressing tone—</p> +<p>'It was not my trials that won me, dear;</p> +<p>It was watching my darling bear her own.</p> + +<p>Afar from the hut in the dusky wood,</p> +<p>We sometimes recall with a yearning sigh,</p> +<p>The days of our sorrowful solitude,</p> +<p>When the world was nothing but he and I.</p> + </div> </div> + +<blockquote class="footnote"><a id="footnote1" name="footnote1"></a><b>Footnote 1: </b><a href="#footnotetag1">(return) </a><p>See 'Life of Prince Consort,' vol. i.</p></blockquote> + +<blockquote class="footnote"><a id="footnote2" name="footnote2"></a><b>Footnote 2: </b><a href="#footnotetag2">(return) </a> +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>For she had look'd upon a great man's death</p> +<p>And she was changed.</p> + </div> </div> +<p class="author"><i>Queen Isabel</i>, by <span class="sc">Menella Smedley</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p>***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARRY***</p> +<p>******* This file should be named 16144-h.txt or 16144-h.zip *******</p> +<p>This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:<br /> +<a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/6/1/4/16144">https://www.gutenberg.org/1/6/1/4/16144</a></p> +<p>Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed.</p> + +<p>Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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