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I waited for the train at Coventry;
I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge,
To watch the three tall spires; and there I shaped
The city's ancient legend into this:
Not only we, the latest seed of Time,
New men, that in the flying of a wheel
Cry down the past, not only we, that prate
Of rights and wrongs, have loved the people well,
And loathed to see them overtaxed; but she
Did more, and underwent, and overcame,
The woman of a thousand summers back,
Godiva, wife to that grim Earl, who ruled
In Coventry: for when he laid a tax
Upon his town, and all the mothers brought
Their children, clamouring, “If we pay, we starve;'
She sought her lord, and found him, where he strode
About the hall, among his dogs, alone,
His beard a foot before him, and his hair
A yard behind. She told him of their tears,
And pray'd him, “If they pay this tax, they starve.”
Whereat he stared, replying, half-amazed,
“ You would not let your little finger ache
For such as these ?" “ But I would die,” said she.
He laugh’d, and swore by Peter and by Paul :
Then fillip'd at the diamond in her ear,
- O ay, ay, ay, you talk ! ” 66 Alas !” she said,
“ But prove me what it is I would not do.”
And from a heart, as rough as Esau's hand,
He answer'd, “ Ride you naked thro' the town,
And I repeal it;” and nodding, as in scorn,
He parted, with great strides among his dogs!
So left alone, the passions of her mind,
As winds from all the compass shift and blow,
Made war upon each other for an hour,
Till pity won.
She sent a herald forth,
And bade him cry, with sound of trumpet, all
The hard condition ; but that she would loose
The people ; therefore, as they loved her well,
From then till noon no foot should
the street, No eye look down, she passing; but that all Should keep within, door shut, and window barr’d.
Then fled she to her inmost bower, and there Unclasp'd the wedded eagles of her belt, The grim earl's gift; but ever at a breath She linger’d, looking like a summer moon Half-dipt in cloud : anon she shook her head, And shower'd the rippled ringlets to her knee; Unclad herself in haste; adown the stair Stole on ; and, like a creeping sunbeam, slid From pillar unto pillar, until she reach'd The gateway; there she found her palfrey trapt In purple blazon'd with armorial gold.
Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity : The deep air listen’d round her as she rode, And all the low wind hardly breathed for fear. The little wide-mouth'd heads upon the spout Had cunning eyes to see: the barking cur Made her cheek flame : her palfrey's footfall shot
Light horrors thro' her pulses : the blind walls
Were full of chinks and holes ; and overhead
Fantastic gables, crowding, stared: but she
Not less thro' all bore up, till, last, she saw
The white-flower'd elder-thicket from the field
Gleam thro’ the Gothic archways in the wall.
Then she rode back, clothed on with chastity :
And one low churl, compact of thankless earth,
The fatal byword of all years to come,
Boring a little auger-hole in fear,
Peep'd — but his eyes, before they had their will,
Were shrivell'd into darkness in his head,
And dropt before him. So the Powers, who wait
On noble deeds, cancell'd a sense misused ;
And she, that knew not, pass'd : and all at once,
With twelve great shocks of sound, the shameless noon
Was clash'd and hammer'd from a hundred towers,
One after one : but even then she gain'd
Her bower; whence reissuing, robed and crown'd,
To meet her lord, she took the tax away,
And built herself an everlasting name.
A still small voice spake unto me,
" Thou art go full of misery,
Were it not better not to be ? "
Then to the still small voice I said ;
“ Let me not cast in endless shade
What is so wonderfully made."
To which the voice did urge reply; "Today I saw the dragon-fly Come from the wells where he did lie.