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WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY W. GRAHAM ROBERTSON <span class='c005'>❧ ☙︎ ❧ ☙︎</span></h1> +</div> + +<div class='nf-center-c0'> +<div class='nf-center c003'> + <div>JOHN LANE: PUBLISHER</div> + <div>LONDON AND NEW YORK</div> + <div class='c006'><span class='small'>MDCCCCIV</span></div> + </div> +</div> + +</div> + +<div class='nf-center-c0'> +<div class='nf-center c003'> + <div><span class='small'>Wm. Clowes & Sons, Limited, Printers, London.</span></div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='nf-center-c0'> +<div class='nf-center c003'> + <div>TO</div> + <div>THE HOLY MEMORY</div> + <div>OF</div> + <div>A LITTLE CHILD</div> + <div>AND</div> + <div>TO ALL WHO HAVE MOURNED ONE</div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='chapter'> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_9'>9</span> + <h2 class='c007'>Introductory Note</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>Elizabeth Rachel Chapman, whose sonnets are +now republished as a memorial volume, was born at +Woodford, Essex, in February, 1850. She was +descended through her father from a Yorkshire family +associated, in many of its generations, with Whitby, +and was connected through both father and mother +with the Gurneys of Earlham. She was a great-grand-daughter +of Elizabeth Fry, and was said to bear +her a noticeable resemblance. That this likeness was +also in her mind is attested by the “genius for benevolence” +which she inherited from her ancestress, and +by the tenderness of her affection and pity for all +sufferers. In her <cite>Book of Sibyls</cite> Mrs. Ritchie (Miss +Thackeray) describes the Gurneys of Earlham as +ordained to “a sort of natural priesthood.” Elizabeth +<span class='pageno' id='Page_10'>10</span>Chapman was of that company of devoted spirits. +Her love for children was boundless; and the <cite>Wreath</cite> +was consecrated to the memory of a little nephew, +tenderly loved, in whose grave she now lies.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Miss Chapman’s writings were published between +the years 1881 and 1897; at earlier date appeared +her first work, <cite>Master of All</cite>, and at the later her last, +<cite>Marriage Questions in Modern Fiction</cite>. Meanwhile +she wrote what was perhaps her best-known work, +<cite>A Companion to “In Memoriam,”</cite> which drew from +Tennyson the letter published in the <cite>Life</cite>: “I am +grateful to you,” he says, “for your book ... +excellent in taste and judgment. I like, too, what +you say about Comtism. I really could almost fancy +that page 95 was written by myself. I have been +saying the same thing for years in all but the same +words.” The passage treats of her perfect belief in +immortality, and her sense of the mockery of life +<span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span>without a future. Again, he said that her commentary +on his poem was “the best ever done.” <cite>A Tourist +Idyll and other Stories</cite>, <cite>The New Godiva and other +Studies</cite>, and <cite>A Comtist Lover and other Studies</cite> had +followed each other at intervals of a year or two, +and in 1887 appeared a volume of verse, <cite>The New +Purgatory and other Poems</cite>. <cite>A Little Child’s Wreath</cite> was +published in 1894 and reprinted in the year following.</p> + +<p class='c009'>There is a sense in which the simplest things of +literature are the most difficult. The primary and +original griefs and felicities of the heart need to-day +something more than the original emotion, if poetry +is to re-tell them. We know too well the formula in +literature, whereas in the heart there is no formula; +and thus the simple and primitive passion inclines to +be more silent now than at any earlier day. Women +no longer cry out at a funeral, and they say little +when a child dies. The outcry has ceased to reach +<span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span>the sensibility of the hearer, and the phrase of grief has +grown relaxed and dull by custom. Therefore it is +with some of the courage of unconsciousness, and of a +grief secluded in its own completeness, that a writer +takes up the old history of the loss of a beloved child. +For this sorrow is so constantly with us—with mankind—as +to have become the ready subject of another +kind of literature. The sentimentalist has used it, +and the sincere mourner, who had at hand only a +sentimentalist’s diction, has vainly essayed to convey +the true feeling in the strained and depreciated phrase. +When Elizabeth Rachel Chapman undertook her +<cite>Little Child’s Wreath</cite>, she must have been well aware +that two kinds of insincerity—the insincerity of the +sentimentalist, which is insincerity of character, and +that other sort which is merely insincerity of literature, +and may be the disabled utterance of a true heart—had +made much, especially in the course of the +<span class='pageno' id='Page_13'>13</span>nineteenth century, of the death of children. But she +forgot or disregarded all this unworthiness, for it can +always be put aside; and freshly and tenderly arranged +her thoughts and rhymed her phrases, writing out of a +heart doubly sincere.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Obviously her work must have been done in the +after-time of grief. Her sorrow for the little boy, +which no mother could have excelled, had grown, when +she began to write, not gentler—for we can hardly +imagine it anything but gentle even in the first speechless +hours—but more able to endure. She had the +literary sincerity which led her to this expression, and +made the craftsmanship of verse a natural exercise in +the leisure of her loss. There is no rhetoric, no mere +borrowing of excessive language, no violence of feeling +or of diction. The laws of poetry, spiritual as well as +metrical, control, or rather direct, the writer’s statement +of love and loss, and she has given the right of this +<span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span>discipline to a form of verse—the Shakespearian sonnet—long +neglected, but better fitted than the Petrarchan +to the quantity and quality of English rhyme. The +poems do not profess despair or revolt; they have the +dignity of another spirit, older, newer, and doubtless +more perdurable. Miss Chapman’s studies of <cite>In +Memoriam</cite> had instructed her in the responsibilities of +a profound affliction.</p> + +<p class='c009'>Slightly, with the slightness of tenderness, she reveals +the portrait of a wonderful child, one of whom the +world was not worthy. His death at seven years old +silenced the doubts, not whether he would be good, +but whether he would be strong, whether he would +have the force, the enterprise to face the strife, to +grapple with the ill. The imminence of death was +evidently visible in him as it has been in so many +children who have died, as it is visible even in an infant +who is not to survive infancy—a greater sweetness, a +<span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span>lovelier smile, not imagined by a mother’s memory +after the child’s death, but noted during his life +and during his health, and confessed then as the inevitable +sign of near mortality. The portrait in +<cite>A Little Child’s Wreath</cite> is an exquisite one of an +exquisite subject; and unconsciously the author—now +that she too has passed from this world we may +say it—has shown her own beautiful and noble soul +to have been marked for a too early, though a later, +passage.</p> + +<div class='lg-container-r'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Alice Meynell.</span></div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c010'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span><i>Our darling loved the meadows and the trees;</i></div> + <div class='line'><i>Great London jarred him ; he was ill at ease</i></div> + <div class='line'><i>And alien in the stir, the noise, the press;</i></div> + <div class='line'><i>The city vexed his perfect gentleness.</i></div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'><i>So, loving him, we sent him from the town</i></div> + <div class='line'><i>To where the autumn leaves were falling brown,</i></div> + <div class='line'><i>And the November primrose, pale and dim,</i></div> + <div class='line'><i>In his own garden-plot delighted him.</i></div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'><i>There, like his flowers, he would thrive and grow,</i></div> + <div class='line'><i>We in our fondness thought. But God said: No,</i></div> + <div class='line'><i>Your way is loving, but not wholly wise;</i></div> + <div class='line'><i>My way is best—to give him Paradise.</i></div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='chapter'> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span> + <h2 class='c007'>Illustrations</h2> +</div> + +<table class='table0'> + <tr> + <td class='c011'>“Content I leave with God what once I missed”</td> + <td class='c012'><i><a href='#Frontispiece'>Frontispiece</a></i></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class='c011'>“Round me the city looms, void, waste and wild”</td> + <td class='c012'><i>Page</i> <a href='#Page_23'>23</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class='c011'>“The jocund dance of wind-swept daffodils”</td> + <td class='c012'>„ <a href='#Page_29'>29</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class='c011'>“From heaven to heaven, along an azure sea”</td> + <td class='c012'>„ <a href='#Page_35'>35</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class='c011'>“O’er hill and dale, through waste and wood”</td> + <td class='c012'>„ <a href='#Page_47'>47</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class='c011'>“Or heaven reflected in the serious face”</td> + <td class='c012'>„ <a href='#Page_61'>61</a></td> + </tr> +</table> + +<div class='chapter'> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span> + <h2 class='c007'>A LITTLE CHILD’S WREATH</h2> +</div> + +<h3 class='c013'>I.</h3> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>If, where thou walkest, dear, we too could walk,</div> + <div class='line'>Close in the footsteps of our little saint,</div> + <div class='line'>Now, on this earth ; and hear the angels talk,</div> + <div class='line'>Living this very life (without life’s taint);</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>If, where thou goest, we could also go,</div> + <div class='line'>Calm in the heavenly places, waiting not</div> + <div class='line'>For death’s enfranchisement to overthrow</div> + <div class='line'>The world in us, with every flaw and blot;</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>If thy small hands, that late were clasped in pain,</div> + <div class='line'>Could clasp us every day to God and thee,</div> + <div class='line'>Drawing us childwards, heavenwards again</div> + <div class='line'>By their mere whiteness, everlastingly—</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Then, humbled and consoled by so much grace,</div> + <div class='line'>We might less hungrily desire thy face.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span> + <h3 class='c015'>II.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Turn where I will, I miss, I miss my sweet;</div> + <div class='line'>By my lone fire, or in the crowded way</div> + <div class='line'>Once so familiar to his joyous feet,</div> + <div class='line'>I miss, I hunger for him all the day.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>This is the house wherefrom his welcome rang;</div> + <div class='line'>These are the wintry walks where he and I</div> + <div class='line'>Would pause to mark if a stray robin sang,</div> + <div class='line'>Or some new sunset-flame enriched the sky.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Here, where we crossed the dangerous road, and where</div> + <div class='line'>Unutterably desolate I stand,</div> + <div class='line'>How often, peering through the sombre air,</div> + <div class='line'>I felt the sudden tightening of his hand!</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Round me the city looms, void, waste and wild,</div> + <div class='line'>Wanting the presence of one little child.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='figcenter id001'> +<span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span> +<img src='images/i_023.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'> +<div class='ic001'> +<p>“Round me the city looms, void, waste and wild.”</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span> + <h3 class='c015'>III.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>They bid me go forget my grief in Art;</div> + <div class='line'>But, dear, what art is so aloof and so</div> + <div class='line'>Distinct from thee that it can bring my heart</div> + <div class='line'>The balm less all-embracing sorrows know?</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Most surely not the painter’s; he, alas!</div> + <div class='line'>With all the cunning of his craft divine,</div> + <div class='line'>But disappoints my sight with what might pass</div> + <div class='line'>For beauty—had I never looked on thine.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And music, what can music do but fill</div> + <div class='line'>The trembling cup of longing to the brim?</div> + <div class='line'>There is no music—save a child’s voice still</div> + <div class='line'>Soft singing in the dusk the evening hymn.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>My very art, my art of song—ah me!</div> + <div class='line'>What is it now but one long sob for thee?</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span> + <h3 class='c015'>IV.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Move through the flames with us, transcendent form,</div> + <div class='line'>As of the Son of God, in splendour move!</div> + <div class='line'>Divide the anguish, breast with us the storm,</div> + <div class='line'>Companion perfect grief with perfect love.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Shine through the burning, more refulgent thou</div> + <div class='line'>Than fire with will subdued and mastered pain;</div> + <div class='line'>Unharmed sustain us in the furnace now,</div> + <div class='line'>And unconsumèd lead us forth again.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Word of the Highest! Mystic effluence</div> + <div class='line'>Of That which calms us most, which helps us best!</div> + <div class='line'>Compose our hearts, control our shattered sense,</div> + <div class='line'>And, in our tribulation, give us rest.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Nerve us to watch the night of weeping through,</div> + <div class='line'>Wisely to bear and nobly still to do.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span> + <h3 class='c015'>V.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>When spring comes and the long, unwonted snows</div> + <div class='line'>Fade from the shrouded parks, and little green</div> + <div class='line'>Adventurous points show where the crocus grows,</div> + <div class='line'>And soon the dazzling phalanx will be seen—</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Then, in your favourite “flower-walk,” my dear,</div> + <div class='line'>Will troops of happy, living children play;</div> + <div class='line'>But I the shouts, the laughter shall not hear,</div> + <div class='line'>For I, dear heart, I shall not pass that way.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Was it not there that, bounding at my side,</div> + <div class='line'>Last year in glorious sympathy with spring,</div> + <div class='line'>You the first crocus suddenly espied</div> + <div class='line'>With musical sweet cries of welcoming?</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>In less frequented spots, observed of none,</div> + <div class='line'>My steps will stray, bereaved, forlorn, alone.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span> + <h3 class='c015'>VI.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Our woodland poet who on Nature’s breast</div> + <div class='line'>Lay wisely passive through the tranquil years,</div> + <div class='line'>Wrote of the comrade whom he loved the best</div> + <div class='line'>This praise: She gave me eyes, she gave me ears.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>The jocund dance of wind-swept daffodils;</div> + <div class='line'>The marvel of the nest the sparrows made;</div> + <div class='line'>The secrets of the vales and of the hills</div> + <div class='line'>The child had slowlier learned without her aid.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>For me, my best instructor in the spells</div> + <div class='line'>And wiles of Nature was a seven-years’ boy,</div> + <div class='line'>To whom she had revealed the soul that dwells</div> + <div class='line'>Beneath her careless outward robe of joy.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>She knew him true; she made him one with her,</div> + <div class='line'>Her little prophet and interpreter.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='figcenter id001'> +<span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span> +<img src='images/i_029.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'> +<div class='ic001'> +<p>“The jocund dance of wind-swept daffodils.”</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span> + <h3 class='c015'>VII.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Deep-curving lashes, long and soft and dark;</div> + <div class='line'>Deep gentle eyes that late were lit in heaven</div> + <div class='line'>With God’s most sacred, most immaculate spark,</div> + <div class='line'>To His elect among the children given;</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Dark hair, where wistful hands laid on to bless</div> + <div class='line'>Might pause, blest rather, overshadowèd</div> + <div class='line'>By wings of angels and the blamelessness</div> + <div class='line'>That crowned the innocent brow, the gracious head;</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>A cheek, where tremulous colour came and went,</div> + <div class='line'>Transparent, sensitive, and smooth and fine;</div> + <div class='line'>Well-chiselled features, mutely eloquent</div> + <div class='line'>Of the great Master-workman’s touch divine—</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>These were the parts that made a perfect whole,</div> + <div class='line'>The faultless temple of a spotless soul.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span> + <h3 class='c015'>VIII.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>More than the faith of childhood’s years he had;</div> + <div class='line'>He did not doubt the depth of our desire</div> + <div class='line'>That he should be perpetually glad,</div> + <div class='line'>Nor dream our joy in him could ever tire.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>He trusted all the world; the world was kind,</div> + <div class='line'>And men and women loving; so he went</div> + <div class='line'>To dwell with strangers undismayed in mind,</div> + <div class='line'>And smiled, and did not deem it banishment.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>In every heart he knew he found a home,</div> + <div class='line'>A sanctuary in every human face;</div> + <div class='line'>And when God, missing him in heaven, said: Come!</div> + <div class='line'>It did not seem a solitary place.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>I think he only flushed in sweet surprise</div> + <div class='line'>To see the golden floor beneath his eyes.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span> + <h3 class='c015'>IX.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>So docile was my dear, so wise to know</div> + <div class='line'>And love the tender rule he should obey,</div> + <div class='line'>So childly tractable, withal so slow</div> + <div class='line'>To childish wrath, so clean from passion’s sway,</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>The momentary doubt would sometimes rise</div> + <div class='line'>If in the patient child reposed the will</div> + <div class='line'>The man would need, the force, the enterprise</div> + <div class='line'>To face the strife, to grapple with the ill.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>I know not, but I know that manhood’s crown</div> + <div class='line'>Was ever meekness, since the children’s friend</div> + <div class='line'>Rode humbly royal through the palm-strewn town</div> + <div class='line'>Unto a stern retributory end.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>I see foreshadowed in that seven-years’ span</div> + <div class='line'>The fulness of the stature of a man.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span> + <h3 class='c015'>X.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>From heaven to heaven<a id='r1'></a><a href='#f1' class='c016'><sup>[1]</sup></a>, along an azure sea,</div> + <div class='line'>Fanned by light airs, his little sail was set;</div> + <div class='line'>Young angels went with him for company,</div> + <div class='line'>And smiles and sunshine all the way he met.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>His pretty mates and he had communings</div> + <div class='line'>So fair, he could possess his soul in peace,</div> + <div class='line'>And scorn to be disturbed by earthly things</div> + <div class='line'>And chafed by trivial jars that soon must cease.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Why should he fret who was in sight of port</div> + <div class='line'>Before almost he left his native shore,</div> + <div class='line'>And did but change a well-beloved resort</div> + <div class='line'>For one that would content and charm him more?</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>His great serenity to him was given</div> + <div class='line'>Because his conversation was in heaven.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='footnote' id='f1'> +<p class='c009'><a href='#r1'>1</a>. </p> + +<div class='nf-center-c0'> + <div class='nf-center'> + <div>“Heaven lies about us in our infancy.”—<i>Wordsworth.</i></div> + </div> +</div> + +</div> + +<div class='figcenter id001'> +<span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span> +<img src='images/i_035.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'> +<div class='ic001'> +<p>“From heaven to heaven, along an azure sea.”</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XI.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>“Flowers in my garden! Flowers!” Love’s willing thrall,</div> + <div class='line'>Responsive ever to her tyrant’s will,</div> + <div class='line'>Sped through the house, nor heeded other call,</div> + <div class='line'>To where, without, he stood and claimed her still.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>“My garden” in the town required the grace</div> + <div class='line'>He had to call it such—a dust-grimed square—</div> + <div class='line'>But his content emparadised the place,</div> + <div class='line'>And made it bud and blossom everywhere.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>“Where are your flowers?” I mocked, for all around,</div> + <div class='line'>Under the dismal walls, smoke-tainted green,</div> + <div class='line'>Dim laurel, sad spent crocus on the ground,</div> + <div class='line'>Sad ivy-tendrils, could alone be seen.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>But while I mocked, laughing and kissing too—</div> + <div class='line'>Lo! three small stems of scylla frail and blue.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XII.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Under the flowers he loved my flower lies,</div> + <div class='line'>Pansy, and primrose pale, and violet,</div> + <div class='line'>And in my heart the season’s sweetness dies,</div> + <div class='line'>And all my joy is faded to regret.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>My garden, mine, is his new-planted grave,</div> + <div class='line'>Beneath the elm where birds, new-mated, sing,</div> + <div class='line'>Whose green-tipped branches in the west-wind wave,</div> + <div class='line'>And make their glad obeisance to the spring.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Tell me not spring is fair and fraught with hope,</div> + <div class='line'>Bid me not go seek solace at her hands!</div> + <div class='line'>Spring is my autumn, my year’s downward slope,</div> + <div class='line'>And he is lying where the tall elm stands.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>My only spring, my only hope is this—</div> + <div class='line'>Soon, soon to follow where my treasure is.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XIII.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>I know not by what sorcery of sleep</div> + <div class='line'>Last night I held him radiant in my arms,</div> + <div class='line'>Yet knew him soon to die, but did not weep,</div> + <div class='line'>That he might think death blesses us, not harms.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>In health, in love, in life, it seemed my lot</div> + <div class='line'>To tell my lovely dear that he must go</div> + <div class='line'>Where we who were so one with him could not,</div> + <div class='line'>But needs must linger, if we would or no.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And musing how I best could keep him brave,</div> + <div class='line'>And knowing well the hopes and fears of seven,</div> + <div class='line'>And well the liveliest joy his heart could have,</div> + <div class='line'>I smiled and told him flowers grew in heaven.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>But while to his, athirst, my lips I pressed,</div> + <div class='line'>The bright face fell; he thought to stay was best.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XIV.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>“Ill-placed my heart; I love another’s child,”<a id='r2'></a><a href='#f2' class='c016'><sup>[2]</sup></a></div> + <div class='line'>Sings wistfully, and sighs, a bard of France;</div> + <div class='line'>And ah! the hunger in the accents mild,</div> + <div class='line'>The pain behind the smiling countenance!</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Vexed with the ache of uncompanioned souls,</div> + <div class='line'>His playmate at his mother’s side he sees,</div> + <div class='line'>And scarce his tender jealousy controls</div> + <div class='line'>When swift he springs upon his father’s knees.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Nay, poet, sing for joy, exult and sing!</div> + <div class='line'>Thy dear one lives, though not for thee his heart;</div> + <div class='line'>He lives, he breathes, he ails not anything;</div> + <div class='line'>Watch him and love, and, praising God, depart.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>’Tis but his father sweetly rivals thee,</div> + <div class='line'>While death, alas! requires my love of me.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='footnote' id='f2'> +<p class='c009'><a href='#r2'>2</a>. </p> + +<div class='nf-center-c0'> + <div class='nf-center'> + <div>“<span lang="fr">J’ai mal placé mon cœur—j’aime l’enfant d’un autre.</span>”—<i>Sully Prudhomme.</i></div> + </div> +</div> + +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XV.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>When in the twilight, round my lonely room,</div> + <div class='line'>Leaving the pictured features that I love,</div> + <div class='line'>My sad eyes, aching in the childless gloom,</div> + <div class='line'>From one mute image to the other rove,</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>They dwell with most repose, most solacement</div> + <div class='line'>On the fair stripling, strong, erect and calm,</div> + <div class='line'>Of Andrea’s dream, from whose sweet lips “Repent!”</div> + <div class='line'>Fell soft, I think, like odoriferous balm.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Deep, gentle eyes; pure, finely-moulded mouth,</div> + <div class='line'>Like his but now I looked my last upon;</div> + <div class='line'>He seems my angel grown to god-like youth,</div> + <div class='line'>And my belovèd seems the young St. John.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>With even such loveliness of soul and limb</div> + <div class='line'>Time and God’s grace would have anointed him.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XVI.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Within a petal of the blessed Rose,</div> + <div class='line'>Of Dante’s blessed Rose of Paradise,</div> + <div class='line'>Sits my belovèd, radiant in repose,</div> + <div class='line'>Love on his lips, and laughter in his eyes.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>There, with the tender jocund company</div> + <div class='line'>Of little hurrying folk<a id='r3'></a><a href='#f3' class='c016'><sup>[3]</sup></a> that haste to heaven,</div> + <div class='line'>To him the sunshine of the life to be,</div> + <div class='line'>To him the perfectness of joy is given.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Above the Flower’s mystic heart of light</div> + <div class='line'>His rose-leaf curls, a perfumed, delicate nest,</div> + <div class='line'>And whitely folds around his raiment white,</div> + <div class='line'>Encircling him in beauty and in rest.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And in and out, like bees, the angels flit,</div> + <div class='line'>With stores of bliss that he may feed on it.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='footnote' id='f3'> +<p class='c009'><a href='#r3'>3</a>. </p> + +<div class='nf-center-c0'> + <div class='nf-center'> + <div>“Questa festinata gente a vera vita.”—<i>Dante.</i></div> + </div> +</div> + +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XVII.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>If haply, dear, I may to thee attain,</div> + <div class='line'>And be, I too, a child in heaven with thee,<a id='r4'></a><a href='#f4' class='c016'><sup>[4]</sup></a></div> + <div class='line'>Let me for evermore a child remain,</div> + <div class='line'>And where thou dwellest, let my dwelling be.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>A childish-lowly seat, but next thine own;</div> + <div class='line'>If this, through perfect grace, should be my lot,</div> + <div class='line'>I would not climb to any loftier throne,</div> + <div class='line'>And loftier hopes I would remember not.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>The elder life brought strife, not peace, on earth,</div> + <div class='line'>The growing years dismay and hate and feud;</div> + <div class='line'>To share for ever thy unconscious mirth—</div> + <div class='line'>This were my heaven and my beatitude;</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And all the lore that saints and sages teach</div> + <div class='line'>Were foolishness beside thy prattling speech.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='footnote' id='f4'> +<p class='c009'><a href='#r4'>4</a>. </p> + +<div class='nf-center-c0'> + <div class='nf-center'> + <div>“I think we shall all be children to begin with, when we get to heaven.”—<i>Tennyson.</i></div> + </div> +</div> + +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XVIII.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Like Mary’s mother, moving not her gaze,</div> + <div class='line'>For all her singing, from her daughter’s smile,</div> + <div class='line'>I would give endless thanks, give endless praise,</div> + <div class='line'>And look on thee, thee only, all the while.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Close to thy side, my wound made whole again,</div> + <div class='line'>I would not raise my eyes to where, serene,</div> + <div class='line'>With Rachel, Ruth, and Beatrice, freed from pain,</div> + <div class='line'>Sits regal, crowned with angels, heaven’s queen.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>I would not even glance to where he stands,</div> + <div class='line'>Proud at her feet, while loud his <i>Aves</i> swell,</div> + <div class='line'>With wings outspread, intent on her commands,</div> + <div class='line'>The mighty Love<a id='r5'></a><a href='#f5' class='c016'><sup>[5]</sup></a>, God’s herald, Gabriel.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>How could I choose but ever feast on this,</div> + <div class='line'>To see my heart’s delight again in bliss?</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='footnote' id='f5'> +<p class='c009'><a href='#r5'>5</a>. </p> + +<div class='nf-center-c0'> + <div class='nf-center'> + <div>“Quell’ amor che primo li discese.”—<i>Dante.</i></div> + </div> +</div> + +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XIX.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Where jaded London pauses, climbing north,</div> + <div class='line'>For very weariness, and leaves large room</div> + <div class='line'>For May in magic vesture to come forth</div> + <div class='line'>And spread the hills with fern and yellow broom,</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>I go to breathe; I go, without my dear,</div> + <div class='line'>And think how he, with ball or mimic bow,</div> + <div class='line'>Danced up and down the happy slopes last year,</div> + <div class='line'>His eye joy-kindled and his cheek aglow.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>I hear him call my name; I see the far</div> + <div class='line'>Blue distance shine beyond the hawthorn-flowers;</div> + <div class='line'>I cry to God to give me back my star,</div> + <div class='line'>My sweet, to give me back those golden hours.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>How cool upon the heights the breezes blew!</div> + <div class='line'>How swift into the air his arrow flew!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XX.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>At midnight, in my dream, a cry was heard,</div> + <div class='line'>As of the bridegroom’s coming. Through the black</div> + <div class='line'>And solitary void no echo stirred</div> + <div class='line'>Sounded this melody: He has come back!</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>A little moment, and behold once more</div> + <div class='line'>I saw him, as he lived, before me stand,</div> + <div class='line'>But to a deeper hue than erst it wore</div> + <div class='line'>By largesse of the sun his cheek was tanned.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>They said that gipsies had decoyed my love,</div> + <div class='line'>And he, o’er hill and dale, through waste and wood,</div> + <div class='line'>Where’er such pensioners of nature rove,</div> + <div class='line'>Had shared their wandering life and found it good.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>In careless joy glad day had followed day;</div> + <div class='line'>And that was why he was so long away.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='figcenter id001'> +<span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span> +<img src='images/i_047.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'> +<div class='ic001'> +<p>“O’er hill and dale, through waste and wood.”</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XXI.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And wilt thou never feel the hurrying tide</div> + <div class='line'>Of virile blood pulse quick along thy veins,</div> + <div class='line'>And stand magnificent in manly pride,</div> + <div class='line'>And know a man’s fierce joys and glorious pains?</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Strong vital thrills that lift the human up,</div> + <div class='line'>Transfigured, rapt, to mix with the divine;</div> + <div class='line'>Beats of the music, foamings of the cup,</div> + <div class='line'>Filled to the splendid brim with youth’s new wine—</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>These wilt thou never taste—not taste the bliss</div> + <div class='line'>Of our mere being, mere recurrent breath,</div> + <div class='line'>Mere oneness with the life in all that is,</div> + <div class='line'>The cosmic energies that laugh at death—</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Not know the moments when some god in us</div> + <div class='line'>Seems to exalt and crown our manhood thus?</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XXII.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And when the god speaks, when potential force</div> + <div class='line'>Springs into actual, as the bud to flower,</div> + <div class='line'>And, like a storm-fed stream along its course,</div> + <div class='line'>Rush the first promptings of creative power;</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>When from mere man we grow to maker, bard,</div> + <div class='line'>Sage, prophet, scholar, artist; scale the heights;</div> + <div class='line'>Assume the sceptre; drink the whole unmarred,</div> + <div class='line'>Completed draught of richest life’s delights;</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>When we control and rule, inspire and lead,</div> + <div class='line'>Mould laws for men, bid empires feel our sway,</div> + <div class='line'>Probe nature’s secrets, wrest them to our need,</div> + <div class='line'>Live glorious years in one heroic day—</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>This full fruition of our human lot</div> + <div class='line'>Wilt thou for evermore inherit not?</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XXIII.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Dying a child, thou wilt not see the birth</div> + <div class='line'>Of beauty from the blossom-foam of May</div> + <div class='line'>Again at all, or June enchant the earth</div> + <div class='line'>With scent of hedge-rose and of new-mown hay.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>No more the pageant of October woods</div> + <div class='line'>Wilt thou behold, nor feel the mystical</div> + <div class='line'>Hushed charm of Nature in her wintry moods</div> + <div class='line'>Of weird white silence any more at all.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Unseen by thee to mingle with the skies</div> + <div class='line'>The alp shall rear his everlasting snow;</div> + <div class='line'>Unhallowed by the wonder in thine eyes</div> + <div class='line'>Through the clear heaven the harvest moon shall go;</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Unblest by gaze of thine, perennial rills</div> + <div class='line'>Breathe answering peace among the little hills.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XXIV.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Nor, thus untimely dying, shall the throes</div> + <div class='line'>Of mightier births touch thee, afar, asleep,</div> + <div class='line'>As back to youth divine the old world grows,</div> + <div class='line'>And forward into light the lost truths leap.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Not thine, upborne upon the gathering wave</div> + <div class='line'>Of spirit-forces, perfecting the man,</div> + <div class='line'>Thy joy to seek, thy crown of joy to have</div> + <div class='line'>In newly leading him to Canaan.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>The toiler, human-free, and strong in might</div> + <div class='line'>And meekness, shall not come within thy ken;</div> + <div class='line'>Nor woman rising to her pristine height</div> + <div class='line'>Sublime of patriot and of citizen;</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Nor that slow loosening of the secular chain</div> + <div class='line'>That binds the brutes in dumb, vicarious pain.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XXV.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Shall Love not bless thee? Shalt thou ever miss</div> + <div class='line'>His mysteries of healing and content,</div> + <div class='line'>His balm of Gilead garnered in a kiss,</div> + <div class='line'>The bounteousness of his good government?</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Lo, where he walks in pureness beauty springs,</div> + <div class='line'>And flowers of gladness where his feet have trod,</div> + <div class='line'>And all the way from off his rainbow wings</div> + <div class='line'>Drop to the earth benignant dews of God.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Who come within his gentle seigniory,</div> + <div class='line'>Whom his hand touches and his lips caress</div> + <div class='line'>Are straightway set from thrall of evil free,</div> + <div class='line'>And proudly tread the ways of righteousness.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Alas! shall Love, the saviour, not draw nigh</div> + <div class='line'>At all to thee? Shall he too pass thee by?</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XXVI.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Again my dear was with me yesternight,</div> + <div class='line'>But now his brow was vexed, his eye was dim,</div> + <div class='line'>And he distressed and tired, and worn and white,</div> + <div class='line'>As when the pains of death gat hold on him.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>On the bare deck of some tall phantom ship,</div> + <div class='line'>Tossed by rude waves, unnursed and lone he lay,</div> + <div class='line'>No tender hand to cool his fevered lip,</div> + <div class='line'>No voice love’s little language soft to say.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Amazed with grief to succour him I flew,</div> + <div class='line'>And made his hard bed smooth and warm and fair,</div> + <div class='line'>And one faint flickering smile of comfort drew,</div> + <div class='line'>Which pierced my heart, and still inhabits there.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Yet, waking, grieve I less, dear love! I see</div> + <div class='line'>How far more softly Death hath pillowed thee.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XXVII.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Fondly the wise man said that foolishness</div> + <div class='line'>In a child’s heart was bound, and said the rod</div> + <div class='line'>Could perfect that which surelier one caress</div> + <div class='line'>Lays, love-baptized, before the feet of God.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And fondly he, the passionate saint who steeped</div> + <div class='line'>His virgin soul in Carthaginian mire,</div> + <div class='line'>Found in the weanling babe that laughed and leaped,</div> + <div class='line'>Glad from its mother’s arm, hate, spite and ire.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>They erred. The child is, was, and still shall be</div> + <div class='line'>The world’s deliverer; in his heart the springs</div> + <div class='line'>Of our salvation ever rise, and we</div> + <div class='line'>Mount on his innocency as on wings.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>I, at the least, who knew and ever grieve</div> + <div class='line'>One little lovely soul, must so believe.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_56'>56</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XXVIII.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>More grateful to the human heart, and more</div> + <div class='line'>Wise with the wisdom human mothers earn</div> + <div class='line'>By pangs of birth and pains of loss, his lore</div> + <div class='line'>Who bade mankind of little children learn.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Pure, he could feel their splendid guilelessness;</div> + <div class='line'>Kingly, he recognised their royalty;</div> + <div class='line'>Longsuffering, he was one with them, nor less</div> + <div class='line'>Grandly magnanimous than they was he.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>He dared to judge mankind best fed by truth,</div> + <div class='line'>Best led by love, desiring most of all—</div> + <div class='line'>Not lures of sin—but grace to walk like Ruth</div> + <div class='line'>Where natural ties and home affections call.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And so he “took a child,” with father’s touch,</div> + <div class='line'>And therefore said God’s kingdom was of such.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XXIX.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>A quiet southern bay; a quiet sea</div> + <div class='line'>That scarcely breaks along the level sands;</div> + <div class='line'>An ecstasy of little children’s glee;</div> + <div class='line'>A weight of grief that no one understands.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Slow-moving sails, with curves of grace complete</div> + <div class='line'>As ever beauty-loving pencil drew;</div> + <div class='line'>A ceaseless play of pretty hands and feet;</div> + <div class='line'>A want for ever deep, for ever new.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Peace on the teeming earth, goodwill and peace</div> + <div class='line'>In the clear blue and floating cloudlets white;</div> + <div class='line'>Crownèd the land with joy of her increase;</div> + <div class='line'>Quenched my desire and vanished my delight.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>A sea-bird said: I know, I know the pain;</div> + <div class='line'>He will not see the summer-tide again.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XXX.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Kind little lad, with dark, disordered hair,</div> + <div class='line'>Who, friendly-wise, forsake your half-built fort</div> + <div class='line'>To make me in the sand a high-backed chair,</div> + <div class='line'>So kind, so keen to join the livelier sport—</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Haste to your trenches! Fly! To arms! to arms!</div> + <div class='line'>The foe prepares to storm your citadel;</div> + <div class='line'>Your comrades sound excursions and alarms,</div> + <div class='line'>And those stout hands must fight that build so well.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Laugh, happy soul!—nor dream you brought me tears.</div> + <div class='line'>His beauty had you not—for that the earth</div> + <div class='line'>Holds not his equal—but you had his years,</div> + <div class='line'>Almost his eyes, and something of his mirth;</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And one stray lock on your bare neck that curled</div> + <div class='line'>Made sudden twilight of the summer world.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XXXI.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>What draws us childwards? Cherub charm and grace,</div> + <div class='line'>The frolic kitten and the tricksy elf,</div> + <div class='line'>Or heaven reflected in the serious face,</div> + <div class='line'>And the divine unconscious of itself?</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>What art makes magnets of the helpless hands</div> + <div class='line'>That fitfully caress and feebly touch,</div> + <div class='line'>What sorcery entwines the flowery bands</div> + <div class='line'>That chafe so sweetly and compel so much?</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>For thee I know not, but for me I know;</div> + <div class='line'>I know the charm that everywhere, abroad,</div> + <div class='line'>At home, and wheresoever I may go,</div> + <div class='line'>Enthrones the child my sovereign and my lord.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Not beauty, no, nor grace, nor gleams of heaven;</div> + <div class='line'>The passport to my heart is—being seven.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XXXII.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>I dreamed I did but dream my love was dead,</div> + <div class='line'>And all for nought had been my long complaint;</div> + <div class='line'>He had come back and stood beside my bed,</div> + <div class='line'>Grown tall and straight and fair as Andrea’s saint.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>He has come back! Again the tidings rang;</div> + <div class='line'>Again my pulses leaped with wild delight;</div> + <div class='line'>Again the choric stars together sang,</div> + <div class='line'>And joyous pæans sounded through the night.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>But with the calm of heaven on me he smiled,</div> + <div class='line'>There where in feverish ecstasy I lay,</div> + <div class='line'>As on a mother her home-coming child,</div> + <div class='line'>When childish things have long been put away.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>“’Tis thou art now my care,” looks such an one,</div> + <div class='line'>“And I thy stay, thy comforter, thy son.”</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='figcenter id001'> +<span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span> +<img src='images/i_061.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'> +<div class='ic001'> +<p>“Or heaven reflected in the serious face.”</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XXXIII.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Where loving Francis shed on Umbrian ways</div> + <div class='line'>And fruitful slopes of sun-kissed Apennine</div> + <div class='line'>The benediction of his cheerful praise,</div> + <div class='line'>The oil and spikenard of his speech benign,</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>I wandered, musing how so dark an age</div> + <div class='line'>Had borne a heart so pitying and so sweet,</div> + <div class='line'>To whom all bruisèd things made pilgrimage—</div> + <div class='line'>All hunted things—to shelter at his feet.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And fancy, wistful-fond, began to paint</div> + <div class='line'>A greeting yonder in the far-off land,</div> + <div class='line'>And how the merciful Assisian saint</div> + <div class='line'>Had taken mine, rejoicing, by the hand;</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Not so much glad that he was safe and whole,</div> + <div class='line'>As proud to welcome a companion soul.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_64'>64</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XXXIV.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>The lowliest timid creature that had life,</div> + <div class='line'>Had from the prophet tenderest look and word;</div> + <div class='line'>He saved the lambs from torture and the knife,</div> + <div class='line'>And bare them in his bosom like his Lord.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>While furious men through blood to greatness won,</div> + <div class='line'>And women’s eyes with weeping still were wet,</div> + <div class='line'>He taught his “sister birds” their antiphon,</div> + <div class='line'>Or fondled “little brother leveret.”</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Now in his native heaven serene he moves,</div> + <div class='line'>With comrades wise, benignant, courteous, kind,</div> + <div class='line'>With whatsoever succours, yearns and loves,</div> + <div class='line'>With men of godlike and of childlike mind;</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And near him walks, familiar and at ease,</div> + <div class='line'>My angel-love, for he too was of these.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_65'>65</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XXXV.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>With him too gracious Pity made her home,</div> + <div class='line'>And furled her sad soiled wings in sweet content,</div> + <div class='line'>Forgetful that it is her lot to roam</div> + <div class='line'>From age to age in woeful banishment.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>His small heart seemed to her no narrow space,</div> + <div class='line'>But, like God’s many mansions, wide and fair;</div> + <div class='line'>And so she chose it for a resting-place,</div> + <div class='line'>And hospitably she was harboured there.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And grateful for the boon, she taught him lore</div> + <div class='line'>Of heaven, and how the tender angels know</div> + <div class='line'>The merciful are blest for evermore,</div> + <div class='line'>Although the wise and prudent say not so;</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And how God holds him least among the least</div> + <div class='line'>Who is not pitiful to bird and beast.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_66'>66</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XXXVI.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Superbly still they vaunt their ancient pride,</div> + <div class='line'>Those lofty eyries of old Italy</div> + <div class='line'>That ruled the land when Francis lived and died,</div> + <div class='line'>Glorious in might, erect, and fair to see.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Perugia’s portals and Siena’s towers,</div> + <div class='line'>And dear Assisi’s walls that shine afar,</div> + <div class='line'>What seem they to this distant age of ours?—</div> + <div class='line'>Lairs of fierce men that took delight in war.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Yet, while we deprecate, our Europe groans</div> + <div class='line'>Beneath her armaments the livelong day;</div> + <div class='line'>Her peoples cry for bread—we give them stones,</div> + <div class='line'>And crush and curse with mailèd peace alway;</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And still to Moloch babes are sacrificed</div> + <div class='line'>By men that call upon the name of Christ.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_67'>67</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XXXVII.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Yea, lonely still and evermore without,</div> + <div class='line'>Shamed and forgotten by the weed-grown door,</div> + <div class='line'>Standeth the Christ, while rings the battle-shout,</div> + <div class='line'>While statesmen wrangle and while madmen roar.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Spurned is the lord of peace, his message spurned</div> + <div class='line'>As when his people thorns for solace gave;</div> + <div class='line'>As when Servetus or when Cranmer burned,</div> + <div class='line'>Or England dared to side against the slave.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Hark! from the savage wilds they go to tame</div> + <div class='line'>Hark, what discordant sounds affront the ear!</div> + <div class='line'>His very priests, contending in his name,</div> + <div class='line'>Make it a thing of hate and scorn and fear.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Only the child his loving liegeman is,</div> + <div class='line'>And lays a timid hand, consoled, in his.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_68'>68</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XXXVIII.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Blest are the trusting eyes that close in sleep</div> + <div class='line'>Or e’er the soilure of the world they see;</div> + <div class='line'>And blest art thou—I feel it while I weep—</div> + <div class='line'>Yea, well is thee and happy shalt thou be.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Blest is the guileless heart that never guessed</div> + <div class='line'>How faith is tainted and how love defiled,</div> + <div class='line'>But only knew them fresh from God and dressed</div> + <div class='line'>In whiteness in the fancy of a child.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Blest is the voice that never strove nor cried,</div> + <div class='line'>Nor swerved from truth, nor raged in vain desire;</div> + <div class='line'>Blest is the hour in which our darling died,</div> + <div class='line'>Saved from the evil, rescued from the fire.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Bow we the head; cease we the piteous knell;</div> + <div class='line'>God is the judge, and doeth all things well.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_69'>69</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XXXIX.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>I do thee wrong to mourn thee; I blaspheme</div> + <div class='line'>The Power that gave thee joy, that gives thee rest,</div> + <div class='line'>And while I chafe and fret, and sigh and dream,</div> + <div class='line'>Lulls thee in slumber on its sheltering breast.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>This earth was not for thee, oh, not for thee</div> + <div class='line'>The turmoil and the wearying storm and stress,</div> + <div class='line'>The hungering hope deferred for good to be,</div> + <div class='line'>The mocking shows, the maddening lovelessness.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Thou spirit-child, for soothing formed, not strife!</div> + <div class='line'>Thou gracious tender joy an instant given!</div> + <div class='line'>Thou didst but beautify and bless our life</div> + <div class='line'>A little while to perfect us for heaven;</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>And see, for us hath life become a prayer</div> + <div class='line'>That we may merit grace to meet thee there.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_70'>70</span> + <h3 class='c015'>XL.</h3> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-l c014'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Rest, little love! rest well, my heart’s desire!</div> + <div class='line'>Sleep while the storm-winds blow, the furious rage;</div> + <div class='line'>Sleep till the foes of God and goodness tire;</div> + <div class='line'>Sleep till the earth fulfils her pilgrimage.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Sleep where the slender snowdrop bells in peace</div> + <div class='line'>Kiss the small crystals off the hoary grass;</div> + <div class='line'>Sleep where all angry things and hurtful cease,</div> + <div class='line'>Where calms brood ever and where tempests pass.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Hushed by the gracious hand of pitying death,</div> + <div class='line'>I hush thee too with my low song of praise;</div> + <div class='line'>Thou gentlest thing that ever yet drew breath,</div> + <div class='line'>My thanks for this thy rest to heaven I raise!</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Content I leave with God what once I missed,</div> + <div class='line'>And keep upon thy grave my Eucharist.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='pbb'> + <hr class='pb c006'> +</div> +<div class='border'> + +<div class='nf-center-c0'> +<div class='nf-center c001'> + <div><span class='xlarge'>Flowers of Parnassus</span></div> + <div class='c006'><span class='large'><i>A Series of Famous Poems Illustrated</i></span></div> + </div> +</div> + +</div> +<div class='border'> + +<table class='table1'> + <tr><td class='c017' colspan='3'>Size 5½ × 4½ inches, gilt top</td></tr> + <tr> + <td class='c018'>Price 1/- net</td> + <td class='c018'>Bound in Cloth</td> + <td class='c019'>Price 50 cents net</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class='c018'>Price 1/6 net</td> + <td class='c018'>Bound in Leather</td> + <td class='c019'>Price 75 cents net</td> + </tr> +</table> + +</div> +<div class='border'> + +<div class='nf-center-c0'> +<div 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With Eight + Illustrations by <span class='sc'>Donald Maxwell</span>. + </dd> + <dt>Vol. XX.</dt> + <dd>THE TOMB OF BURNS. By <span class='sc'>William Watson</span>. With Nine Illustrations by + <span class='sc'>D. Y. Cameron</span>. + </dd> + <dt>Vol. XXI.</dt> + <dd>A LITTLE CHILD’S WREATH. By <span class='sc'>Elizabeth Rachel Chapman</span>. With an + Introduction by Mrs. <span class='sc'>Meynell</span>, and Illustrations by <span + class='sc'>W. Graham Robertson</span>. + </dd> + <dt>Vol. XXII.</dt> + <dd>THE DEFENCE OF GUENEVERE. By <span class='sc'>William Morris</span>. With Eight + Illustrations by <span class='sc'>Jessie M. King</span>. + </dd> + <dt>Vol. XXIII.</dt> + <dd>KILMENY. By <span class='sc'>James Hogg</span>. With Eight Illustrations by <span + class='sc'>Mary Corbett</span>. + </dd> + <dt>Vol. XXIV.</dt> + <dd>ODE ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST’S NATIVITY. By <span class='sc'>John Milton</span>. With + Eight Illustrations by <span class='sc'>J. Collier James</span>. + </dd> + <dt>Vol. XXV.</dt> + <dd>THE BALLAD OF A NUN. By <span class='sc'>John Davidson</span>. With Eight Illustrations + by <span class='sc'>Paul Henry</span>. + </dd> + <dt>Vol. XXVI.</dt> + <dd>RESOLUTION AND INDEPENDENCE. By <span class='sc'>William Wordsworth</span>. With Eight + Illustrations by <span class='sc'>Donald Maxwell</span>. + </dd> + </dl> + +</div> +<div class='border'> + +<div class='nf-center-c0'> + <div class='nf-center'> + <div>JOHN LANE, London & New York</div> + </div> +</div> + +</div> +<div class='pbb'> + <hr class='pb c006'> +</div> +<div class='tnotes x-ebookmaker'> + +<div class='chapter ph2'> + +<div class='nf-center-c0'> +<div class='nf-center c001'> + <div>TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES</div> + </div> +</div> + +</div> + + <ul class='ul_1 c003'> + <li>Typos fixed; non-standard spelling and dialect retained. + + </li> + <li>Used numbers for footnotes. + </li> + </ul> + +</div> + +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77707 ***</div> + </body> + <!-- created with ppgen.py 3.57i (with regex) on 2026-01-14 23:24:03 GMT --> +</html> |