The hedge broke in, the banner blew, The parrot screamed, the peacock squalled, The maid and page renewed their strife, The palace banged, and buzzed and clackt, And all the long-pent stream of life Dashed downward in a cataract. And last of all the king awoke, And in his chair himself upreared, And yawned, and rubbed his face, and spoke, How say you? we have slept, my lords. "Pardy," returned the king, "but still The chancellor, sedate and vain, In courteous words returned reply: But dallied with his golden chain, And, smiling, put the question by. THE DEPARTURE. And on her lover's arm she leant, In that new world which is the old : Beyond their utmost purple rim, And deep into the dying day The happy princess followed him. “I'd sleep another hundred years, O love, for such another kiss ; "O wake forever, love," she hears, "O love, 't was such as this and this." And o'er them many a sliding star, And many a merry wind was borne, And, streamed through many a golden bar, The twilight melted into morn. "O eyes long laid in happy sleep! "O happy kiss, that woke thy sleep! "O love, thy kiss would wake the dead!" And o'er them many a flowing range "A hundred summers! can it be? And whither goest thou, tell me where ! "O seek my father's court with me, And o'er the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, MORAL. So, Lady Flora, take my lay, O, to what uses shall we put The wildweed-flower that simply blows? And is there any moral shut Within the bosom of the rose ? But any man that walks the mead, A meaning suited to his mind. In Art like Nature, dearest friend; So 't were to cramp its use, if I Should hook it to some useful end. L'ENVOI. You shake your head. A random string Your finer female sense offends. Well were it not a pleasant thing To fall asleep with all one's friends; To pass with all our social ties To silence from the paths of men ; And every hundred years to rise And learn the world, and sleep again; To sleep through terms of mighty wars, And wake on science grown to more, On secrets of the brain, the stars, As wild as aught of fairy lore; And all that else the years will show, The vast Republics that may grow, In divers seasons, divers climes ; And in the morning of the times. So sleeping, so aroused from sleep Or gay quinquenniads, would we reap Ah, yet would I — and would I might ! That I might kiss those eyes awake! To choose your own you did not care; VOL. II. And, am I right or am I wrong, My fancy, ranging through and through, To search a meaning for the song, Perforce will still revert to you; 7 |