XVIII They grubbed with a will: and at length- O cor No ring, no rose, but - who would have guessed? A double Louis-d'or! XIX. Here was a case for the priest: he heard, Finger on nose, smiled, "There's a bird XX. And lo, when they came to the coffin-lid, XXI. Hid there? Why? Could the girl be wont XXII. Truth is truth: too true it was. Gold! She hoarded and hugged it first, Longed for it, leaned o'er it, loved it- alasTill the humour grew to a head and burst, And she cried, at the final pass, XXIII. "Talk not of God, my heart is stone! It shall hide in my hair. I scarce die loth до 100 ΣΙΟ XXIV. Louis-d'or, some six times five, And duly double, every piece. Now, do you see? With the priest to shrive, 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. XXVII. But the priest bethought him: "Milk that's spilt' Saints tumble to earth with so slight a tilt! XXVᎥᏞ. Why I deliver this horrible verse? As the text of a sermon, which now I preach: Evil or good may be better or worse In the human heart, but the mixture of each Is a marvel and a curse. XXIX. The candid incline to surmise of late That the Christian faith proves false, I find; For our Essays-and-Reviews' debate Begins to tell on the public mind, And Colenso's words have weight: 120 130 140 XXX. I still, to suppose it true, for my part, See reasons and reasons; this, to begin: 'Tis the faith that launched point-blank her dart At the head of a lie - taught Original Sin, The Corruption of Man's Heart. 150 ΤΟ THE STATUE AND THE BUST. Tand a statue watches it from the square, And this story of both do our townsmen tell. Ages ago, a lady there, At the farthest window facing the East The bridesmaids' prattle around her ceased; They felt by its beats her heart expand – That self-same instant, underneath, Gay he rode, with a friend as gay, 66 Who is she?" -"A bride the Riccardi brings home to-day." Hair in heaps lay heavily Over a pale brow spirit-pure Carved like the heart of the coal-black tree, Crisped like a war-steed's encolure — And lo, a blade for a knight's emprise He looked at her, as a lover can; Now, love so ordered for both their sakes, (For Via Larga is three parts light, But the palace overshadows one, Because of a crime which may God requite! To Florence and God the wrong was done, The Duke (with the statue's face in the square) At the bright approach of the bridal pair. Face to face the lovers stood A single minute and no more, While the bridegroom bent as a man subdued Bowed till his bonnet brushed the floor In a minute can lovers exchange a word? H That was the bridegroom. At day's brink In a bed-chamber by a taper's blink. Calmly he said that her lot was cast, That the door she had passed was shut on her The world meanwhile, its noise and stir, Since passing the door might lead to a feast, 309 40 50 60 “Freely I choose too,” said the bride: "If I spend the night with that devil twice, May his window serve as my loop of hell Whence a damned soul looks on paradise! "I fly to the Duke who loves me well, Sit by his side and laugh at sorrow Ere I count another ave-bell. "T is only the coat of a page to borrow, (She checked herself and her eye grew dim) "Is one day more so long to wait? Moreover the Duke rides past, I know; We shall see each other, sure as fate." She turned on her side and slept. Just so! That night the Duke said, "Dear or cheap And on the morrow, bold with love, He beckoned the bridegroom (close on call, And smiled ""T was a very funeral, "What if we break from the Arno bowers, And try if Petraja, cool and green, Cure last night's fault with this morning's flowers?" The bridegroom, not a thought to be seen On his steady brow and quiet mouth, |