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“And the prize falls on its finder's heart;
“Into our arms for evermore; “And thou shalt know, those arms once curled
“About thee, what we knew before, “How love is the only good in the world. “Henceforth be loved as heart can love, “Or brain devise, or hand approve! “Stand up, look below, “It is our life at thy feet we throw “To step with into light and joy; “Not a power of life but we employ “To satisfy thy nature's want; “Art thou the tree that props the plant, “Or the climbing plant that seeks the tree“Canst thou help us, must we help thee? “If any two creatures grew into one, “They would do more than the world has done: “Though each apart were never so weak, “Ye vainly through the world should seek “For the knowledge and the might “Which in such union grew their right: “So, to approach at least that end, “And blend,-as much as may be, blend “Thee with us or us with thee,“As climbing plant or propping tree, “Shall some one deck thee, over and down
"Up and about, with blossoms and leaves? “Fix his heart's fruit for thy garland-crown,
“Cling with his soul as the gourd-vine cleaves, “Die on thy boughs and disappear “While not a leaf of thine is sere? “Or is the other fate in store, “And art thou fitted to adore, “To give thy wondrous self away,
"And take a stronger nature's sway? “I foresee and could foretell “Thy future portion, sure and well: “But those passionate eyes speak true, speak
true, “Let them say what thou shalt do! "Only be sure thy daily life, “In its peace or in its strife, “Never shall be unobserved;
“We pursue thy whole career,
“And hope for it, or doubt, or fear,“ Lo, hast thou kept thy path or swerved, “We are beside thee in all thy ways, “With our blame, with our praise, “Our shame to feel, our pride to show, “Glad, angry—but indifferent, no! “Whether it be thy lot to go, “For the good of us all, where the haters meet “In the crowded city's horrible street; “Or thou step alone through the morass “Where never sound yet was “Save the dry quick clap of the stork's bill, “For the air is still, and the water still, “When the blue breast of the dipping coot “Dives under, and all is mute. “So, at the last shall come old age, “Decrepit as befits that stage; “How else wouldst thou retire apart “With the hoarded memories of thy heart, “And gather all to the very least “Of the fragments of life's earlier feast, “Let fall through eagerness to find “The crowning dainties yet behind ? “ Ponder on the entire past “Laid together thus at last, “When the twilight helps to fuse “The first fresh with the faded hues, “And the outline of the whole,
“As round eve's shades their framework roll,
“Of yet another morning breaks,
“Touches the flesh and the soul awakes, “Then,
Ay, then indeed something would happen! But what? For here her voice changed like a
All I've forgotten as well as what lingers
And did it, not with hobnails but tintacks!
And the charm vanished!
And my sense returned, so strangely banished,
Another minute and I had entered,–
Stood, with a face where to my mind centred
The Duchess: I stopped as if struck by palsy. She was so different, happy and beautiful,
I felt at once that all was best,
And that I had nothing to do, for the rest, But wait her commands, obey and be dutiful. Not that, in fact, there was any commanding;
I saw the glory of her eye,
And I was hers to live or to die.
To tell one another all their desires,
So that each knows what his friend requires,
In the old style; both her eyes had slunk
In short, the soul in its body sunk
For though the moment I began setting His saddle on my own nag of Berold's begetting, (Not that I meant to be obtrusive)
She stopped me, while his rug was shifting,
By a single rapid finger's lifting, And, with a gesture kind but conclusive, And a little shake of the head, refused me,I say, although she never used me, Yet when she was mounted, the Gipsy behind her, And I ventured to remind her, I suppose with a voice of less steadiness
Than usual, for my feeling exceeded me, -Something to the effect that I was in readiness
Whenever God should please she needed me,-
So understood,—that a true heart so may gain
To wear, each for the other's sake,-
These are feelings it is not good to foster,-
And the palfry bounded,-and so we lost her.
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