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Too white, for the flower of life is red ;

Her flesh was the soft seraphic screen Of a soul that is meant (her parents said) ! To just see earth, and hardly be seen, And blossom in heaven instead.

III

Yet earth saw one thing, one how fair !

One grace that grew to its full on earth : Smiles might be sparse on her cheek so spare,

And her waist want half a girdle's girth, But she had her great gold hair.

IV

Hair, such a wonder of Alix and floss,

Freshness and fragrance-floods of it, too ! Gold, did I say? Nay, gold 's mere dross :

Here, Life smiled, “ Think what I meant to do !" And Love sighed, “Fancy my loss !”

So, when she died, it was scarce more strange

Than that, when some delicate evening dies, And you follow its spent sun's pallid range,

There 's a shoot of colour startles the skies With sudden, violent change,

VI

That, while the breath was nearly to seek,

As they put the little cross to her lips,
She changed ; a spot came out on her cheek,

A spark from her eye in mid-eclipse,
And she broke forth, “ I must speak !”

VII

"Not my hair !” made the girl her moan

"All the rest is gone or to go ; “But the last, last grace, my all, my own,

“Let it stay in the grave, that the ghosts may know ! “Leave my poor gold hair alone !"

VIII
The passion thus vented, dead lay she :

Her parents sobbed their worst on that,
All friends joined in, nor observed degree :

For indeed the hair was to wonder at, As it spread—not flowing free,

IX
But curled around her brow, like a crown,

And coiled beside her cheeks, like a cap,
And calmed about her neck—ay, down

To her breast, pressed flat, without a gap l' the gold, it reached her gown.

All kissed that face, like a silver wedge

'Mid the yellow wealth, nor disturbed its hair : E'en the priest allowed death's privilege,

As he planted the crucifix with care On her breast, 'twixt edge and edge.

XI

And thus was she buried, inviolate

Of body and soul, in the very space By the altar ; keeping saintly state

In Pornic church, for her pride of race, Pure life and piteous fate.

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XII

And in after-time would your fresh tear fall,

Though your mouth might twitch with a dubious smile, As they told you of gold both robe and pall,

How she prayed them leave it alone awhile, So it never was touched at all.

XIII

Years flew; this legend grew at last

The life of the lady; all she had done, All been, in the memories fading fast

Of lover and friend, was summed in one Sentence survivors passed :

XIV
To wit, she was meant for heaven, not earth;

Had turned an angel before the time :
Yet, since she was mortal, in such dearth

Of frailty, all you could count a crime Was-she knew her gold hair's worth.

XV
At little pleasant Pornic church,

It chanced, the pavement wanted repair,
Was taken to pieces : left in the lurch,

A certain sacred space lay bare, And the boys began research.

XVI

'T was the space where our sires would lay a saint,

A benefactor,- a bishop, suppose,
A baron with armour-adornments quaint,

Dame with chased ring and jewelled rose
Things sanctity saves from taint ;

XVII

So we come to find them in after-days

When the corpse is presumed to have done with gauds Of use to the living, in many ways :

For the boys get pelf, and the town applauds, And the church deserves the praise.

- XVIII

They grubbed with a will : and at length- cor

Humanum, pectora cæca, and the rest !They found—no gaud they were prying for,

No ring, no rose, but, who would have guessed ?A double Louis-d'or !

XIX
Here was a case for the priest : he heard,

Marked, inwardly digested, laid
Finger on nose, smiled, “A little bird

“ Chirps in my ear : " then, “ Bring a spade, “ Dig deeper !”—he gave the word.

XX

And lo, when they came to the coffin-lid,

Or rotten planks which composed it once, Why, there lay the girl's skull wedged amid

A mint of money, it served for the nonce To hold in its hair-heaps hid !

XXI
Hid there? Why? Could the girl be wont

(She the stainless soul) to treasure up . Money, earth's trash and heaven's affront ?

Had a spider found out the communion-cup, Was a toad in the christening-font?

XXII

Truth is truth : too true it was.

Gold! She hoarded and hugged it first, Longed for it, leaned o'er it, loved it- alas

Till the humour grew to a head and burst, And she cried, at the final pass,

XXIII

“ Talk not of God, my heart is stone !

“Nor lover nor friend—be gold for both ! “Gold I lack; and, my all, my own,

" It shall hide in my hair. I scarce die loth " If they let my hair alone !"

XXIV
Louis-d'ors, some six times five,

And duly double, every piece.
Now, do you see? With the priest to shrive,

With parents preventing her soul's release
By kisses that kept alive,-

XXV

With heaven's gold gates about to ope,

With friends' praise, gold-like, lingering still, An instinct had bidden the girl's hand grope

For gold, the true sort—“Gold in heaven, if you will ; “But I keep earth's too, I hope."

XXVI

Enough! The priest took the grave's grim yield :

The parents, they eyed that price of sin As if thirty pieces lay revealed

On the place to bury strangers in, The hideous Potter's Field.

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