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Well, at that moment, who should stalk
Forth boldly—to my face, indeed -
“ Bring torches ! Wind the penance-sheet
" About her! Let her shun the chaste, “Or lay herself before their feet!
“Shall she, whose body I embraced “A night long, queen it in the day? "For honour's sake no crowns, I say !"
I never fancied such a thing
What says the body when they spring Some monstrous torture-engine's whole Strength on it? No more says the soul.
Till out strode Gismond; then I knew
That I was saved. I never met His face before, but, at first view,
I felt quite sure that God had set Himself to Satan : who would spend A minute's mistrust on the end ?
Gave him the lie, then struck his mouth
In blood men's verdict there. North, South, East, West, I looked. The lie was dead, And damned, and truth stood up instead,
The heart o' the joy, with my content
By any doubt of the event :
His armourer just brace his greaves,
The while! His foot ... my memory leaves No least stamp out, nor how anon He pulled his ringing gauntlets on.
Was finished, prone lay the false knight,
Gismond flew at him, used no sleight O'the sword, but open-breasted drove, Cleaving till out the truth he clove.
Which done, he dragged him to my feet
And said, “Here die, but end thy breath “In full confession, lest thou fleet
“From my first, to God's second death! “Say, hast thou lied ?" And, “I have lied “ To God and her," he said, and died.
-What safe my heart holds, though no word
Could I repeat now, if I tasked
My powers for ever, to a third
Over my head his arm he flung
Against the world ; and scarce I felt
A little shifted in its belt :
We two walked forth to never more
Their life, untroubled as before
Our elder boy has got the clear
Great brow; tho' when his brother's black Full eye shows scorn, it ... Gismond here?
And have you brought my tercel back?
EURYDICE TO ORPHEUS.
A PICTURE BY FREDERICK LEIGHTON, R.A.
BUT give them me, the mouth, the eyes, the brow! Let them once more absorb me! One look now
Will lap me round for ever, not to pass Out of its light, though darkness lie beyond : Hold me but safe again within the bond
Of one immortal look! All woe that was, Forgotten, and all terror that may be, Defied, -no past is mine, no future : look at me!
(PETER RONSARD loquitur.)
“ HEIGHO,” yawned one day King Francis,
Such are the sorrowful chances
And so, to the courtyard proceeding,